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juneibyou · 15 days ago

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yknow what, i'm getting tired of even trying to take the high ground in the Vagueposting Game. i've been beating around the bush with jokes to make my points but like man i'm tired i wanna say what i have to say at least once, even at expense of dumping a big open letter at somebody on my account. this absolutely will not end it but he's getting so uppity about it now that i wanna throw my thoughts out somewhere. here's a big message for That Boy (who i will identify to dispel the veil of vaguing and for confused mutuals who care as Jeffy aka catboybeebop) or whatever goon he has stalking my account for him (both options equally as pathetic). if he takes one random point from this as a gotcha to try and tear it all down i need yall to help me take $20 from his dresser as penalty money:

do you genuinely not see the fact that you've been the one keeping this up for months purely based on your own lack of restraint. the fact that my continued joking and posting has exclusively come from your inability to just let it go, to stop making the random dunks, to stop name-dropping me in the replies of random people i've never met because of vague associations. i bring this shit up in response to occasionally finding out you've been up to it way harder, and even that reaction-to-a-reaction is enough to reflect as if i'm bringing it up too much. think about that

do you not realize that you're slowly pushing away people and affecting your reputation by doing this, that so many of our shared mutuals have gradually become more and more grated by this constant passive-aggression and dunking every time we deign to interact for whatever reason. you keep taking the fact that i even dare to come near your posts as an indictment as if we don't still end up in the same circles with semi-regularity. like of course i'm gonna end up seeing it if you're vaguing me directly under fanart of my sona. come on boy

i've been laughing this whole time both because of how meaningless it's all been to me in my general life and out of schadenfreude but it's just tiring and sad at this point. make fun of me all you want for posting about it too, laugh it up all you want to distract yourself, the fact still remains that for every couple of vagueposts i make whenever we're in the vicinity enough for me to predict you're mad, there's like 10 occasions of you trying to force your personal beef upon every random mutual or friend you know because you can't stand to hold your tongue.

this isn't just about me, this is one of the main reasons i stopped being friends with you. you have literally no restraint when it comes to people or things you don't like. at any given opportunity you'll find a way to hamfistedly bring up your personal vendettas, couching it under some semblance of "but i won't say anymore" repeatedly until you've given the whole game away through context clues. everyone fucking knows you don't like changed or whatever tumblr microcelebrity blocked you this time already you can skip that cutscene we've already seen it. hell i've had the "That Boy" thing going on mostly as a bit, anyone that knows me is painfully aware of who i'm talking about at this point, i don't even pretend like i'm having restraint the way you do. naturally the fact that you've been continuing to do this about me is gonna scan as pathetic and hilarious to someone with the pattern recognition to notice it

honestly hell i probably would be leaving it be by now too if it weren't for how many times you've claimed you're done with it or it's pointless. like man if you're done why are we still here talking about this. if it's pointless why do all these random teenage mutuals i've never seen before in my life have to know about me. think about this for like one whole second

you're trying so desperately to turn this around to your win, to your injoke, to your entertainment to laugh about, right as you've reached the zenith where even for your standards it's just become repetitive and sad. you're trying to catch me out through what i post, missing the forest for the trees. taking the admission that i've guessed at exactly when you're posting about me as a win, missing the implication that it's so obvious that you'll be set off by any vague interaction that i can guess it down to literal minutes of certainty. trying to look for any example of me slipping up and telling an opinion harshly or being vaguely hypocritical to try and sink my entire position and stop taking your months-long L.

you're just missing the point man. you've been missing the point this whole time. don't take this as an ultimatum, i can't force you to do shit, same way you can't force me to stop making you into a punchline (no matter how hard all the random friends and partners you've sent to DM me have tried). but just. come on man. Come on man. this whole time i feel like i've been trying to act as the final boss of the deep-seated problem that broke us apart in the first place, and the whole time you've just been galivanting around bringing me up to any random schmuck that happens to mention umineko or something. i've been doing all this for two reasons, to have fun, and to make a point, and this has gone on so long i'm getting tired of the bit and you're no closer to getting the damn point

i've thought this shit was done like, five times now man. i'm not forcing some never-say-shit-again restriction on you like you tried to negotiate with me. this is for your own sake man. your beef can just be your beef, and trying to make it everybody's problem all the time is going to ruin your life

tl;dr: if you actually listened to yourself the first time you said you were done talking about me ever, literally none of this would have happened. i'm tired as hell man, so are the people i know, so are some people we both know, and as much as i've put my energy in to have fun with it at the end of the day you are doing this shit to yourself

if i had slightly more energy this is where i would catalogue every time you've said you're done talking about me or this doesn't matter or is stupid actually with a "guy who is still posting about it" counter

#i spent minimal effort fucking with this guy but he dragged it on for so long that even that minimal effort managed to drain me eventually #kinda impressive actually #i've probably missed something or made some Classic Blunder that he's gonna use to ignore everything i said #but like who gives a shit it's 1:30am i wanted to say something beautiful and true before we go back to slinging shit for the next year aga #n #no categorisation tags this shows up to the people that need to see it and then dies like the fynn post

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craftycamouflaged · 2 years ago

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Tumblr, Body Positivity and the Nipple Ban

In the distant year of 2007, the microblogging website Tumblr was born, changing the lives of teenagers everywhere. Since then the platform has been home to hundreds of individual digital communities. Whether you’re there to promote social justice, write prose, or share fanart of two anime girls kissing, there’s a place on Tumblr for you.

During Tumblr’s heyday, it also became a safe haven for women away from the White-centric beauty standards of Western media. What separated Tumblr from sites like Facebook and Instagram was its permission of explicit N//SFW content. (Reif et al. 2022, p. 6) According to Tumblr’s official former FAQ, the general rule was, ‘Go nuts. Show nuts. Whatever.’ Though many people were just in it for the p*rn, the freedom of expression this brought also gave birth to many of Tumblr self-love movements, such as the feminist #bodypositive wave. They gave women the opportunity to control how they were perceived, reclaiming their power over their image.

If you know your Tumblr history, you might be able to see where this is going. The end of 2017 brought about the dreaded Nipple Ban, which barred all N//SFW content from the platform. This included real-life and drawn penises, vaginas and…ahem, female presenting nipples. The choice sparked outrage throughout all of Tumblr, leading to a massive loss in users that the website never fully recovered from. Unfortunately, the Tumblr-centric body-positive movements mostly died out with them. This wasn't helped by how broken the system for flagging posts actually was; banning completely harmless posts but not even touching extremist far-right blogs. (Pilipets, Paasonen 2022, p. 1464) pro-white rhetoric and scammy p*rn-bots are fair game, but God forbid you post a painting of an orange.

However, due to the new policies established by Elon after his takeover, as well as the gradual loosening of Tumblr’s anti-N//SFW rules, many former bloggers have slowly begun to migrate back to the beloved ‘hellsite’. So, who knows? Maybe the Tumblr renaissance will happen sooner than you think!

(Edit: Tumblr flagging this post as 'mature content' makes it ten times funnier. Pro-white rhetoric and scammy p*rn-bots are fair game, but God forbid I say some no-no words in a post about your questionable moderation system!)

References:

Reif, A Miller, I & Monika, Taddicken 2022, ‘“Love the skin you‘re in”: An analysis of women’s self-presentation and user reactions to selfies using the Tumblr hashtag #bodypositive’, Mass Communication and Society, vol. 1, no. 1, pp. 1-24.

Pilipets, E & Paasonen, S 2022, ‘Nipples, memes, and algorithmic failure: NSFW critique of Tumblr censorship’, Media & Society, vol. 24, no. 6, pp. 1349-1480.

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hihopelessromantics · 2 years ago

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YEAH AND

If Elizabeth is half human (which doesn't make any damn sense) Meliodas is still full demon. Tristian would be maybe 25% human at most. And his goddess powers wouldn't be as prevalent BC BIOLOGY.

I believe it was Meliodas who called Tristan half-human, and Elizabeth who called herself half-human. These two people are 3,000 years old but you can be damn sure they are still the lovable dumbasses who thought the goddess clan could possibly have changed their genocide agenda instead of passing it on to every other race. The most plausible canon-compliant explanation for them saying that is NOT that they know what they're talking about because hey it's their bodies right? Right? Elizabeth, the average human body cannot withstand the power of a RED demon without EXPLODING. What would a literal demigod’s goddess power do if it suddenly filled your human body? I don't think any human can be born with the ability to withstand that much power if the lowest-level demon requires that level of compatibility. Also, you can't become half goddess just because your memories are regained, because being born human is GENETIC. That would have to be a magical process in itself. Who here finds it easier to believe that she would transform fully into a goddess to accommodate her newly regained magical essence rather than stopping halfway like nah we need the extra angst of stealing her racial identity away from her, one last jab by the supreme dirty to say “lol you'll never be able to fully recover from what I've done! I specifically built that into the curse and you just didn’t. Know that until now.”

My favorite theory is as always the one where Elizabeth slowly transforms back into a goddess the more memories she regains, which would explain the return of her powers and gradual increase of her power level. Again, I feel like suddenly gaining a goddess’s magic would kill a human just like it killed Trigo, and we all know it wasn't the return of her powers themselves that killed Ellie all those times.

I like a dramatic scene where Elizabeth’s hair starts going silver and rapidly cascades down her back, her clothes tearing as she regains her original height/ body type, and uh maybe a little blood as bones lengthen into wings, rapidly growing and gaining feathers until they've reached the stage of growth that they should be at this time in her life. (tiny goddess Elizabeth with fluff and huge wings that make her fall over! Adult Elizabeth with huge majestic wings the size of Meliodas’s! Have you seen the fanart of her with more elegant wings bc I have and am in love. Also the head cannon where as Ellie grows up with one orange eye she starts losing her balance because her center of gravity is off since she doesn't have wings👌)

But also, if we want that angst of Elizabeth’s life still being on the line after the curse is deactivated? here we go:

Human bodies aren’t meant to gain the power of, say, a demon or a goddess. It will do unspeakable things to you unless you are compatible, and if you are compatible, an intake of another race’s physical essence through biological means (ingest blood) will permanently change your own biology. Guila is still part demon 16 years later from A CUP of red demon blood. Elizabeth Liones’s body is no tougher, maybe significantly less so despite her parkour stunts, than an apprentice holy knight’s. And if we want to go that far, Elizabeth has health issues in the family. Nadja died due to heart problems of all the things, remember that song from Beetlejuice about the Girl Scout with a heart defect so severe an unexpected shock could cause her death? Yeah. Someone with heart problems can at the very least confirm you’ve got to be careful, right? No death-defying roller coasters or idk fighting a god and healing entire armies while kicking ass? Plus, using too much magic and passing out is a real issue for people whose magic and soul are not artificially implanted into a human body.

Obviously Meliodas and Elizabeth know this. So they know the time they have left is limited… far more limited than they would like, even though Elizabeth has been restraining herself to only using her goddess powers when strictly necessary. (Let’s throw in a little Elizabeth standing on the sidelines for an actual reason) Elizabeth might not even live to see her sister’s coronation. But they knew that was going to happen all along. They knew what breaking the curse meant. It’s okay. They had the best last adventure - they even saved Zeldris and helped start a better age for the demons! - and their souls can never be torn apart again.

After a few lucky, wonderful days of celebration, they explain the situation to the sins and to Baltra. They’re shocked, obviously they thought they were finally in the clear! How could it possibly end like that after everything they’ve been through??

“Wait a second,” King says. “It’s her body that’s the problem, right? Her reincarnated one? Sorry to bring this up but… What happened to her original body again?”

Ban perks up at this. “I was able to heal Elaine’s body after she was dead, and that guy Helbram was just fine after centuries right?? Let’s go get the other Elizabeth!!!

Merlin, becuase screw whatever happened with her and chaos: “I hope this is the last fucking time you don’t tell us stuff Captain. Because King and Ban are right. It’s more than possible we can still do something to prolong her human lifespan, if not eliminate the issue entirely by putting her back in her original body - which I admit, I wouldn’t have considered… not everyday you dig up and reuse a corpse after all.”

So the Sins go on one last adventure before disbanding : grave robbing!

Grave robbing drabble coming in a bit :)

Here's an idea. Instead of Tristian defying all logic of the genetic Punnet Square, how about the gateway to camelot simply cannot compute how a goddess/demon child could exist (chaos built its kids as fundamental opposites after all) and simply blue screens. Error message. He is a Nephilim according to several people, a race that has never existed before, his default state is both AND in between, and if the magic barrier is dumb enough to let Lancelot inside I don't think it will be able to pull some AI nonsense to figure out that the Elizabeth who was born in a human body is also a full-blooded goddess, and thus her son is immediately and irrevocably tied to whatever magic nonsense is going on with his mother’s biology. Make sense?

And no I am not analyzing Nakaba’s logic in calling tristan half human. Keep pretending my guy I am not buying it

EXACTLY. I like this. The guidelines between what separates races isn't clearly defined enough in terms of magic. If Tristan is half human, that would mean Elizabeth is still human even though the curse has been broken, but everybody refers to her as a goddess? She uses goddess magic as well, so how does that work? Can you use magic specific to a race different from your own? Too many unanswered questions.

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kaizokuwritings · 3 years ago

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SEX DURING A CALL WITH OP MEN

pairing — trafalgar law x fem!reader ; dracule mihawk x fem!reader ; akainu sakazuki x fem!reader

warnings (⑱+, minors dni!) — cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, protected sex, sex at work, stomack bulge.

word count — 2.4K

author's note — i loved writing this even though i'm not happy with the result (as always). i wanted to make something short, but my imagination overflowed and we end up with a piece of 2472 words exactly 👀. i even had to trash the end of some parts, so sorry if it lacks sense and gives a feeling of unfinished business. also, for a passage on Akainu's part, i was inspired by this fanart (suggestif).

LAW knows exactly what he's doing and how much he's affecting you. You could tell by his smile and his eyes that sparkled with confidence at that very moment. But your captain had decided that he would take you on your stomach that night, and his face was no longer accessible to you. You could feel his warm hands slowly moving down your back, and his mouth kissing your collarbones, his beard tickling your skin and sending a torrent of shivers down your spine.

His mouth also went down gradually, following the path started by his tattooed hands. Your face rested on the pillow, and you felt so relaxed, so loved and wanted. You felt like you were sinking into a soft cocoon, and your boyfriend's warm hands didn't help you get out.

Soon his hands imprisoned your ass in a possessive grip, and one of his palms slammed against your cheek. A soft moan of pain and pleasure escaped your lips and you smiled pleasantly. You felt Law leaning over you, and soon his mouth replaced his hands, biting and nibbling at the skin of your ass.

You looked forward to the moment when your pussy, which was pulsing around the void for the moment, would feel the touch of Law's mouth, and then his cock. But as you felt his breath tickle your entrance, the sound of a den den mushi echoed through the room. You huffed, a little irritated at being distracted by such an annoying noise. Just as you were determined to ignore it, Law stood up and addressed you in a slow voice, held back by too much desire.

“Y/N, be nice. Answer this call for me.”

You glanced over your shoulder at him, and his eyes reflected so much desire and deviousness that your heart missed a beat. Biting your lower lip, you shakily grabbed the snail with Penguin's features from your desk and picked up the phone.

“Yes, this is (Y/N),” your voice trembled too much for your taste and you forced yourself to swallow.

“Ah, (Y/N), I'm with Shachi and we did find the medicine the captain wanted. Is he with you?”

“No, he's - ” As you were about to continue talking, thinking it would go well, you felt Law's face press into your ass and his mouth come to titillate your entrance. You clamped a hand over your mouth, stifling the moan that tried to escape your lips. Your body contracted as Law's lips touched your pussy, kissing and sucking what he could. It took you a few moments to remember that you were in contact with your teammates who were still waiting for your response.

“He...he's, uh...showering, I'll tell him that' it's okay.” Your voice was obviously shaking now, and you blushed knowing they guessed you weren't in your right mind. “Are you okay? Do you want us to get you something?” You loved their protective side in general, but right now you wanted them to leave you alone. Whereas you were going to answer, the tongue of Law penetrated you gently, remaining one moment well buried in you, then it started small back and forth which made you groan. You moved the phone away from your mouth very quickly and hid your face in the pillow.

Your boyfriend's tongue worked wonders and awakened sensations in you that even your fingers did not. Your free hand tightened around the sheets and you allowed yourself five seconds before lifting your head and speaking again. “No, everything is fine. Thanks boys, see you later.” You hung up the den den mushi, not waiting for any response from Penguin and Shachi. It was with great pleasure that you let your moans fill the room, to let Law know he was doing a great job.

Your hand fumbled blindly behind you to find your captain's hair, to push his face even deeper into you. Your moans and sighs quickly turned to screams as he began to pull his tongue completely out of you, and down your core, spreading your juices along your entrance and reaching for your clit. Your pleasure was only heightened when you knew you still had enough time to cum a few times.

MIHAWK did not leave you of the eyes, savoring your tired and filled with desire look. His muscular body towered over yours, as his hips slammed in a slow, hard rhythm against yours. You were already two orgasms in, and the night was just beginning. You'd never felt more fulfilled and desired than you did in that moment, in the arms of the lovely man Mihawk. You could never have imagined a while ago that you would fall in love with him so quickly and end up in his bed as a result.

He was a hard, cold man, very difficult to get along with and not at all suited to physical demonstration. But in bed, Mihawk only acted according to you, and for you. He would fuck you in a way you had never encountered before, and you always ended up over-stimulating.

Mihawk's rhythm was relentless as he continued his assault deep inside you, reveling in your moans and the feeling of your soaked pussy tightening around him. Your breasts were stuck to his chest from the sweat, and he loved feeling them bouncing against him. Soon he cupped one, squeezing the nipple with two fingers and then with his mouth.

Your body arched under his touch, begging for more. You wanted him to go faster, to tear you apart from the inside if he had to. You want so badly to be able to cum again. Then the distinctive sound of a den den mushi echoed through the room, cutting the intimate atmosphere of the moment. You were angry at yourself for leaving the device linking you to Shanks in that room, knowing full well that the asshole would always find a way to annoy you.

You wanted to ignore him, to let yourself be drawn into the aura of the man you were sleeping with. But that same man pulled away from you, stopping all movement and reconnecting his gaze with yours. “(Y/N). Answer”, he said in a deep and serious voice, without taking his eyes off you. You wanted to protest, even beg him to forget about it and continue fucking you, but how could you escape from that fiery gaze, from his hypnotic eyes?

You sighed and grabbed the snail's headset. “Yes, Shanks. What do you want again?” You didn't mean to be rude, but your friend had a tendency to always call at the wrong time. “Ah (Y/N)! How nice to hear from you!” Shanks' voice suddenly sounded distant as Mihawk leaned into you again, sliding his head into the crook of your neck, close to your ear which he comes to tickle with his warm lips. “Yes, it's really good to hear from you, Cari,” Mihawk whispered into your ear, a sly smile pasted on his face.

You bit down on your lip to keep from moaning and took a deep breath, trying to put aside the feeling of Mihawk's cock inside you, continuing to spread and pulse your pussy. “Yes, I'd like to return the compliment.” “Ahah, don't be mean! Hey, we all miss you! When are you going to come back? Bring Takanome along, I'm sure he's near you.” His remark made you blush. Had he heard something? “No... no he's not around and no I don't know when I'll be back yet...”.

Mihawk's attention was then focused entirely on your words, wanting desperately to know the answer. But, of course, he couldn't let you off the hook that easily. Slowly, he resumed his movements, his cock pushing further into you. You let out a scream, your eyes rolling back into their sockets as Mihawk picked up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. Tears threatened to fall as you tried to contain your moans. You couldn't even finish your sentence.

“(Y/N), are you still here?” Shanks' voice once again sounded too far away. You were captivated by Mihawk's beautiful face, his warm gaze, his smile, and his cock that kept torturing you. But you wanted to get it over with quickly. “Yes, sorry, I bumped.” There was a silence and then Shanks resumed, “Yes, it always hurts to get fucked.”

You could hear his smile through his voice, and you guessed that he understood very well what you were really doing. Closing your eyes, you continued, blushing. “I don't know yet. I feel good here.”

Mihawk smiled even more at your words. “I see. Let me know when you get a chance.” “Sure. Goodbye... Shanks...” The swordsman pounded you so hard at the end of your sentence, your words spaced out. You hung up quickly, eager to reach orgasm as soon as possible. Mihawk chuckled at your eagerness, and threw your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle. His cock made you squirt, and filled you so perfectly that you could feel the orgasm coming faster and faster and you lowered your hand to your clit to finish it off. A few seconds were enough to make you cum, reaching your 3rd orgasm of the night. Mihawk impaled you for a moment more before his hips shook and his cum spurted inside you.

A little breathless, he fell in next to you.“He figured it out. Shanks understood.” It was as you said these words that you realized this, and you hid your face with your still trembling hands. “I know, that was the point.” You let a silence pass, a little surprised by his words. “And besides, stay as long as you want, my (Y/N)” Mihawk said, grabbing your hand with his.

SAKAZUKI was often wild when you were alone and in an intimate setting. But he reserved that for your really intimate settings, not when you could get caught at any moment. Sure, he locked the door, but that didn't stop the fact that you could get interrupted. Anyway, you weren't really thinking about that anymore as the Admiral's burning lips devoured you. He licked and grunted against your pussy, fucking you with his tongue.

Your legs trembled around his face and your moans became more and more audible. You grabbed his face by the hair, sliding your hand through his black locks. You took advantage of this support to rub your pussy against his tongue, trying to get more friction against your clit. Your other hand clutched the edge of the table you were sitting on, legs spread to accommodate your companion.

It was only very rarely that Sakazuki came to personally attend to your entrance with his mouth, so you enjoyed this moment even more. He sometimes glanced at you, detailing your every expression and possessively tightening his grip on your legs when his gaze met yours. Unfortunately, a den den mushi call spoiled this moment, and you were disappointed to have to leave this rare moment of intimacy with Akainu. Of course, this man prioritizes work above all else, and will want you to focus on your job rather than on your orgasm.

But surprisingly, he didn't move, continuing to lick up and down your lips. He just picked up the phone and handed it to you with a smirk. Surprised, you accepted the receiver, also nervous about what the admiral had in store for you. You heard the voice of one of your sergeants on the other end, coming to report on a mission. You greeted him in a small voice, hoping he would do most of the talking.

As the officer began his report, you watched apprehensively as Sakazuki stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He quickly pulled his erection out of his pants and began to pump it quickly, letting his eyes run along your form. Your cheeks turned pink at this spectacle and the report of the officer became a background noise a little disturbing. You let slip a few words to make believe a real conversation but your attention was turned to the man in front of you.

He grabbed a condom from one of his back pockets and tore it off with his teeth. You swallowed as you watched him get ready, and put a hand against your mouth to keep yourself from moaning as he reached into the guard deep inside you. It always hurt a little at first, but he often gave you a few moments to get used to it, dotting your collarbones with quick kisses. Then he would start his movements.

You heard that your officer's report would soon be concluded, and that therefore you should speak, but Sakazuki's rhythm wouldn't allow you to put two words together without moaning and you honestly hadn't listened to anything he said. All you could think about was how complete you felt. Akainu's cock filled you to perfection, and as he pushed hard inside you, you saw stars in your eyes and the grunts he muffled in your neck were just as stimulating.

The pleasure became too much as Sakazuki lifted your hips to find a better angle and began to pound you. You came close to orgasm when you saw when you saw the bulge in your stomach from Akainu's cock as he fucked you firmly on that table. You preferred to look away, your eyes feverish and your hand still on your mouth not to let any sound filter through. You heard the officer conclude and you stammered a thank you for his work, trying to drown out the sound of Akainu's balls slapping against your skin and the desk creaking under your lovemaking. You allowed yourself one sentence, just to tell him to write down a summary, so you could catch up.

Without further ado, you hung up, turning your attention back to your partner who continued to fuck you ferociously. You didn't hold back your moans then, your mouth dripping dirty words to Sakazuki, declaring how much he was taking you so well and how much you wanted to cum. His movements became more and more erratic, sloppy, but still powerful. Equally dirty noises were coming up, your juices allowing his cock to go faster and faster.

Soon his face was engulfed in your neck as he moaned softly during his orgasm, slamming his hips hard one last time. Your body twitched as you spurted around him, your limbs trembling and you seemed to have no voice.

TAGLIST @decayz @pirate-shrimpi @chloe-nanami @doctorgerth @ochizokulevy @undercoverweeeb @macdonaldsmanager

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improbable-outset · 3 years ago

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𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

TK x gn!Reader (Did try to make the genitals as neutral as I could)

Word count: 1.3k

TW and CW: Smut, PIV sex, fingering, pet names. No use of Y/N (I’m sorry I just don’t prefer using it 😭I replace it with a lot of nicknames and pet names instead) MINORS DNI!!! This fandom should be 18+ only anyways

Y0urb0yfriend Masterlist | AO3 | Heyyyyy!!

Summary: Nothing is better than a quick fuck in the morning before you start your day.

A/N: Phew, haven’t posted a fanfic on this for a while now, I’ve only been updating a MadCom series I’m writing which is only available on my AO3. This is my first y0ur b0yfriend fanfic I am writing. I am basing TK on fanart that I’ve seen on twitter (AMAB TK). Here’s some food for you. Some fan art inspo here and here.

Dearly beloved,

If this love only exist in my dreams,

don’t wake me up.

Every so often, you made it a routine to clean your bed sheets and comforters just like any other normal person would do. It was a big task, pulling the heavy sheet, dumping it in the washing machine and hanging it on the washing line for it to thoroughly dry before use. Doing it often can be exhausting but the results were always worth it.

Waking up to that familiar fresh smell of the fabric conditioner would always be the perfect start to your day. Adding to the list of perfect mornings was feeling your partner's arm enveloping you in their sleep while radiating their warmth. Both of these combined were everything and more.

You turned your body so you were now facing TK; watching as they inhaled, chest rising and falling and listening to their soft snores in deep slumber. Their hair was tied but it was still messy from sleep. You ran your hand over their bare chest, lightly tracing the bite marks that were imprinted on their skin with your own marks on you to match - a visual evidence of your intimate love for each other.

Shortly after, they stirred as they gradually opened their eyes. “Morning, love,” TK’s morning voice vibrated through their embrace and gave you a sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” Their hand ran through your hair while lightly scratching your scalp. You relaxed in their touch, sighing from their gentleness. It was enough to lull you back to sleep if they didn’t abruptly stop their movement after they noticed the time on the nightstand clock. “Come on, let’s get up,”

Oh right, we still have to go to work.

Their arms slowly loosened from you as they shifted their form away from you. Just when they were about to get up, you immediately grasped their arm, stopping them from moving anymore.

“Don’t leave me. 5 more minutes in bed, please?” you pouted.

“We’re gonna be late for work if we stay longer in bed, darling,”

“Let’s make it later then,” you flashed a mischievous grin. You were already tugging their arm, signalling them to return come back to bed. They could never refuse a few extra minutes of cuddles, just feeling that skin to skin body warmth was just too irresistible to refuse. What’s even better was you both were still bare from the night before. They gave in and laid back down beside you, wrapping their arms around you again.

You shuffled closer and wrapped your outer leg around theirs. Not too much time passed until you found TK’s eyes were closed and relaxed. You kept your eyes locked on their expression. You were still a little aggravated despite the long night you had. You shouldn't be doing this but you really couldn't resist. Just one time. Very lightly, you rolled your hips up to their crotch. As expected, there was no reaction. You did it again, a little harder this time. You noticed their brows furrowed but other than that, nothing much. You did it again, pressing a little firmer now.

“What are you doing?” They knew exactly what you were doing. You bit your lip when you noticed their cock growing hard.

“Up for another round, hmm?” You hummed. TK opened their eyes, now fully awake and alert.

“I thought you’d be tired of me after last night,” they joked.

“I’ll never grow tired of you,”

“So needy, huh?”

They loosened their grip on you but instead of getting up, they positioned themselves so they were now over you, arms resting to your side to get better look at you and easy access to your sex. They started from your neck, leaving kisses and licking your bare skin, tracing over the bite marks with their tongue. You tossed your arms up and hooked them around their neck, lacing through their soft hair. Simultaneously, TK’s hand reached down to your lower area until they could feel your aroused sex. They started toying with it, pressing a little firm around your hole until they slipped a finger in. You whine as they start to slowly pump in and out of your heated hole. Oh, they just know how to work their fingers. They stuck another digit and your whines turned into messy moans, all focus on them and them only. TK was pleased with your state that they got you into.

“You make the prettiest sounds when I do this, love,” they smiled coyly, watching as you coiled and arched your back from desperation. Watching you react to their touches like this was one of their favourite thing - it was exciting and they could feel their cock slightly twitching from you.

“Oh TK, I need you in me please,” you cried, still squirming from their touch. TK pulled their fingers out of your dripping hole, now wet from your fluids.

“It’s a good thing a brought some spare condoms with me,”

All you could do now was watch in anticipation as they snagged the last condom on the nightstand and tore it with their teeth. Your senses were going haywire from the overload of dopamine, even the plastic crinkling was amplified which didn’t help with your thinning patience. They put the condom on, ensuring it was secure before they continued. Once that was done they shuffled closer to you again. They positioned your legs on their shoulders to get the best angle to hit that one spot in you that they knew would always drive you mad.

You felt them sink inside you, your hole was already a little stretched from being penetrated numerous times before. Your walls fluttered around their cock, almost welcoming it back in again. TK was quick to start rolling his hips in and out of you, keeping a steady rhythem. The sun was pearing trough the blinds and reflecting off their hazel eyes. It was breathtaking.

You moaned out TK’s name in adoration as you were lost in the blissful moment. The friction from their cock was just amazing - the pace and angle were just right. “I’ll never hmm get tired of this ah-” you were cut off with another moan as you felt a jerky thrust in you again, hitting the same spot over and over again.

Their pace was starting to stutter and their face was in full concentration as they focused on chasing their climax. It was adorable watching them like this, a mess even though you were already falling apart yourself.

“Bloody hell sweetheart hmm you’ll… be the death hah of me, you know that?” they gritted through their pleasure groans.

“Come on sweetheart,” you huffed, lifting their head so they had no choice but to look at you, “let it all out, look at me when you’re coming for me,”

Finally, they unravelled, gripping onto the bed sheet beside you as their movement became more sloppy and uneven. They collapsed on you but were careful not to crush you. The fabric conditioner scent was now mixed with the fresh smell of sex and you were infatuated by it.

“Mmh, alright there love?” They lifted their head from the crook of your neck to look at you. The loose strands of their hair were sticking to their slightly sweaty face, but you still found it attractive. You hummed in response to their previous question, still in awe. They pulled out from your hole and watched them peeled the cum filled comdom from their cock. After doing so they disposed it in the waste bin under the bed. They climbed off the bed and strectched, nude in full display for you.

“Coffee?”

“Always! But let’s take a shower first, yeah?”

#Ayrus writes #y0urb0yfriend #your boyfriend tk #y0ur b0yfriend #tk x reader #your boyfriend tk x reader #your boyfriend yn #y/n

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vyeoh · 3 years ago

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this is your chance: wax poetic about an Empires or DSMP character of your choice to a fan who is new to both. Explain why I should love them. I need guidance in this new and meme-populated land.

okok this is a lot of pressure haha. Spoilers for EmpiresSMP and DreamSMP below, obviously. I wrote a lot so prepare yourself, anon

I watch a lot of empires POVs but the ones I most anticipate every week are Scott and Sausage.

c!Scott (I'll call him Smajor for the sake of simplicity) starts off the series chilling, not really getting involved with the rest of the server, and staying aggressively neutral. After all, he's an elf. He has lived far longer than most of the other rulers already, and will most likely outlive them for many years. So, the best thing is to stick to his mountains and not get invested in the dealings of mortal affairs, maybe sometimes causing problems on purpose and dipping because what's life without a little spice right.

But then, this demon comes to the server, Xornoth. He's going around causing havoc and wants to send the world into an eternal winter, but he doesn't bother the kingdom of Rivendell much so Smajor stays tentatively cautious but ultimately unbothered. But then, the puzzle pieces start falling together. The first thing that the audience noticed was was Xornoth sounded like Smajor, but we mostly thought that this was just due to cc!Scott voicing both of them and there was nothing more to it. However, then, the people the demon starts possessing start chanting in elvish. The demon hates mortals, and the elves are conveniently one of the two confirmed not fully mortal races in Empires.

This culminates when Smajor stumbles across a cave that contains the backstory of the patron god of Rivendell, Aeor. Basically, there's two opposing forces, Aeor and Exor, and both have a champion. In a previous life, those champions were two brothers, where Aeor eventually prevailed and banished Exor. In this life though, the champions are - you guessed it - Smajor, and the demon Xornoth.

So now Smajor is like. Well fuck. It's my literal god-given destiny to be responsible for defeating this demon who is technically my brother, and if I fail the server gets plunged into an eternal winter. And I have no fucking clue what is happening because I've just been here on this mountain actively trying to stay out of the issues outside my kingdom. We watch him panic and teeter on the verge of spiraling for an entire episode, and when the followers of Xornoth go to the End to kill the dragon, releasing Xornoth's full powers, he fails to stop him. Smajor is a character who was used to being the smart one, the prepared one, the one who has the least deaths on the server. But he's also a character who runs away from his problems and ignores them. Before and during the dragon fight, we hear the desperation in his voice, as he's thrown into a situation he is wholly unprepared for, and it's bigger than him going to the Cod Empire to kill their king, or assisting in other people's plans to kill the codfather. He can't run from this. cc!Scott plays this scene so well as well, as I've said before, one of the best parts of Scott's acting is how he's never super dramatic, but he's so effective in the little things like inflection to make you feel, viscerally, the panic and dread.

So after the dragon fight, Smajor realizes, I can't do this on my own. I've tried and failed. So he gets allies. We watch him, someone who has so strongly been an isolationist, learn the benefits of allies and watch him learn to trust others and watch him learn how to get that trust in return.

My favorite thing about Smajor's characterization is that he's an incompetent protagonist, but not in the way of the "plucky young adventurer". He's capable skill-wise, and fairly jaded and very pessimistic. However, his issue is that up until recently, he did not care about the rest of the server at all, and by the time he learned to, it was way too late.

Also, in 3rd Life, cc!Scott and cc!Jimmy were canonically married and they reference it sometimes in Empires. Like, Scott goes over to the Cod Empire every so often both in and out of character to kill and/or flirt with Jimmy, the ruler of the Cod Empire, which may develop as a secondary plot into the future who knows. So ty Scott for giving the gays what they want o7

Now onto Sausage: his is a story of Icarus, his hubris and ambition being his downfall. He's one of the two followers of Xornoth, who promised him endless power in exchange for his servitude. He started the series being eccentric, but not outright unhinged, but slowly gets more and more extreme as the series progresses, as he gets brought more and more to Xornoth's side.

One of the best parts of Sausage's character, in my opinion, is how his gradual corruption affects the people around him. Initially, he got into a conflict with the Cod Empire and was allied with two other people in the Witherrose alliance. They were allies, but also close friends. The fandom liked to joke that the three had sibling energy, and I'm pretty sure the ccs played to that even more lol.

It was painful to watch the other two members, Gem and fWhip, watch Sausage get corrupted right in front of them, and see them desperately clinging on to this old idea of Sausage in their head because if they faced the truth, it would mean that their friend was gone. Eventually, they do finally cut him out of the alliance, leading him to fully commit to the side of the demon. Sausage felt very clearly betrayed by this, and declared the remaining two Witherrose alliance members to be enemies.

He gets more and more possessed, and we even see the other Empires, his enemies even, slowly realize that something is very wrong with the ruler of Mythland. He starts doing more and more evil things, like killing people more, making sacrifices to the demon, and eventually helping to kill the dragon to free Xornoth. So things are good for Sausage, for a bit. He won, and is more powerful than ever. Then he finds out: he's going to die. Xornoth's possession is slowly killing his soul, and eventually, his body going to be fully taken over and he himself is going to be trapped in the spirit realm. So how do you react to this? Over the next few episodes, we watch Sausage struggle between "the demon is literally killing me" and "the demon has given me so much, and I love it", all while Xornoth takes over more and more of him. We hear him exclaim that "don't worry!! I'm still about 15% there!" while trying to downplay every time Xornoth completely takes over his body. We watch him willingly oppose anyone who is trying to end the thing that is killing him.

My favorite thing about Sausage is that he is undoubtedly evil and proud of it, but he's also undoubtedly human. If you like to watch evil characters go absolutely feral, he's the guy for you. He makes the deal with Xornoth in the beginning, knowing and fully embracing the evilness of the demon, but at the same time he knows what he's doing is detrimental to both himself and everyone around him, but he's gotten in way too deep at this point, and to be fair the demon has held up its end fo the bargain, right?

Also, I would be damned if I don't talk about cc!Sausage's editing. Every one of his videos is like a movie. The way he does camera angles and uses music is so skillful- every lore scene feels like something out of a high fantasy action saga (think: LotR). Every big lore event I always wait in anticipation for Sausage's ep because his editing truly takes lore to another level.

I'm just generally very excited to see where this series goes. Empires is such a good mix of talented builders and good lore. Part of the reason why the series is so immersive for me, beyond any other lore smp, is that they have the settings to back it up. There is a certain charm to the DreamSMP's objectively terrible builds (with a few exceptions) but in Empires, the settings help sell the plot so much.

Another part of why I love EmpiresSMP is how much the ccs are involved with the fan community. I'm sure you've seen the memes about Scott being on tumblr, and Sausage regularly goes through the EmpiresSMP fanart tag on Twitter and likes art, even ones not related to Mythland. Most of the ccs, in fact, have brought up tumblr content on stream at some point or another. Like, several ccs have said that they read tumblr lore theories and hcs and stuff and sometimes take inspiration from them. Fun fact: Rivendell's church was inspired by my pinned drawing; confirmed by Scott Smajor himself. It's just such a good cycle of ccs and fans being excited about each other.

As for DreamSMP, I'm gonna be honest here, the only person I really am invested in in Technoblade. I started watching when he joined the server, and he's the only person whose lore I keep up to date with.

Techno's fun to watch because he's like the Deadpool of DreamSMP. Virtually unkillable, very skilled and scary, but consistently cracks jokes and breaks the 4th wall during plot. His POV is just fun. Like, he does wild plans and gives speeches and some of the stuff that happens to him should be called deus ex machine if it wasn't for the fact that Technoblade is the one who's doing it, and all the stuff is grounded in the fact that cc!Techno is just that good at the game.

However, the fact that he rarely takes anything seriously makes the few times Techno is 100% serious so much more impactful. His whole character has a basis in being perceived as inhuman and being treated as such, and therefore in return trying to hide his humanity. So, when he shows that humanity, whether that's fear, anger, or genuine love for his friends, it really makes you go "oh shit."

Techno's often said not to have character development, but I'd argue that while he remains steadfast in his moral code, he develops leaps and bounds as a person. Like, at the beginning, he's brought onto the server to help Wilbur and Tommy overthrow a government; them knowing he's 1) an anarchist and 2) very very powerful. His character was more of a plot device at that point and was treated as such in the canon. Wilbur and Tommy straight-up lie to him about their plans to establish another government after they overthrow the current one, while he was led on to believe that they were abolishing all governments in the area. But he isn't a plot device. He's a person, as much as he only shows the terrifying, blood god side of himself.

After the establishment of New Lmanburg (the new government its a long story), his friend Phil joins. And for the first time, we see him be fully human with someone and we see someone treat him like a human. Like, we saw glimpses before, with Wilbur and Tommy in Pogtopia, but Phil is the first person we noticeably see he trusts 100%. Then Doomsday happens, and Techno essentially retires to the tundra. During this time, we see Techno learn to be more human, first with Ranboo, then Niki when he establishes the Syndicate. In fact, the two of them, along with Phil, canonically throw him a birthday party, which is a far cry from his treatment in Pogtopia.

Techno's development is one of a god learning to be human, and I just think he <3

#vio.ask #empiressmp #empires smp #dreamsmp #scott smajor #smajor #smajor1995 #mythicalsausage #mythical sausage #technoblade #to be clear i am not an apologist for any character #i fully realize that they are doing wrong and I like to watch it happen #minecraft roleplay got be in full character analysis mode #long post

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krakensdottir · 4 years ago

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Someone’s Soft fanart got my headcanons brewing and I feel like randomly sharing, so here are the Aziraphale and Crowley nice-touch headcanons nobody asked for!

Now, both of them have some messed-up experiences with touch, but they differ. Aziraphale’s used to positive reinforcement of the passive-aggressive variety, where there’s almost always a hidden barb, not to mention a ton of heavy expectation placed on him to KEEP pleasing others. It’s never comfortable. He can’t relax under it. But he can’t step back or say ‘please don’t do that’ with other angels, either. That would be... not acceptable.

Crowley has no experience with positive reinforcement at all, barring what Aziraphale offers him occasionally. And maybe, you know, he’s had some nice experiences with friendly humans now and then (though given his line of work, probably rarely if so). But for the most part, no. He doesn’t know how to take a compliment unless it’s a demon-appropriate comment. And as far as other demons go, he doesn’t have a positive relationship with his coworkers, so he’s not familiar even with the demonic version of friendliness (as exemplified by Hastur and Ligur) - it’s all just straight-up negative. (Except maybe with Satan but that’s entirely in the realm of headcanon and I have Whole Other Thoughts about that)

So, in terms of human analogies for the psychological damage they’ve both got: Crowley is an unloved, rejected child. Aziraphale is a child who was loved the wrong way. Not unconditional, not considerate of his personhood, and not actually kind.

There’s a reason that, close as they are, they hardly ever seem to lay hands on one another. And it’s certainly not that they don’t want to - they give off every other romantic vibe possible, the actors certainly wouldn’t have been opposed, and I absolutely do not think Neil or Doug or anyone forbade touching scenes because they were trying to Hide The Gay. No. It’s partly because they’ve had to keep their whole thing secret, but with that out of the way, when they’re finally able to, I think they’ll find it very awkward. Not only because of long habit, but because neither of them quite knows how Good Touching is supposed to work.

When Aziraphale is touched kindly - a hand on his shoulder, a hug even - he freezes. He doesn’t pull away, even if an involuntary flinch makes it clear he wants to. He just freezes. Because he’s waiting, you see. Not consciously, where Crowley’s concerned - it’s not about actually believing Crowley will hurt him. It’s just that’s how it always goes. Kindness masks Other Things and it carries all these hidden sharp bits and heavy weights in it, and what is he supposed to do if those aren’t there?

Crowley flinches. He doesn’t mean to. Certainly doesn’t want to pull away from Aziraphale. But his first reaction, initially, is to twitch or stiffen if not outright recoil. It embarrasses him. It frustrates him. It’s a protective reflex that’s served him well for a long time. (I want to do a post about Crowley’s physical reactions to danger, there’s at least three scenes that illustrate it beautifully, but I can’t seem to get gifs to work, dammit-)

Anyway, so we’ve got these two, they’re not human but they’re close enough, they want contact, they want to reach out. But Aziraphale can’t stop freezing, breathless, going numb as he expects the hollow kindness to wash over him and leave him colder than before. And Crowley can’t stop twitching and tensing up like he’s waiting for nails to dig in or worse.

It’s a lot to work through. But they will. They’re determined. And gradually...

Aziraphale starts to lean in. Tries to relax. Tight holds help. Angels don’t show that kind of open affection, and Aziraphale (who is functionally autistic) takes great comfort in being squeezed, as his choice in clothing has indicated for a long time now. So those help. Tight holds, those are great. Squeeze him until he starts to loosen up, muscle by muscle. Until the numbness subsides and he can feel the warmth, this time of actual unconditional love, seeping into his starved soul. And then suddenly he can’t get enough of it. Crowley can hold him for hours. Tell him nice sincere things that make him tear up and want to protest at first but slowly, slowly, he’ll start to believe them.

Crowley does things the hard way. He forces himself to accept it. It’s not pleasant at first. He tells Aziraphale to keep at it anyway. Never without permission or warning, of course, but yes. If you stop every time I flinch we’ll be like this forever. Keep your hand there. Let me work through it. Let it sink in that this is safe.

(Of course neither of them is great at open communication, so it’s hard to get all of this expressed, especially from Crowley’s end. But again, they’re determined. They’ll manage.)

It turns out that if you’re really, really not used to it, kindness actually hurts. It hurts like exercising an atrophied muscle, like eating a full meal when you’re used to starving, like the burn you get when you’re coming back from the brink of hypothermia. It’s not metaphysical, it’s not that demons are allergic to love or whatever - his mind and body just have no idea what to do with it.

So when the ‘I’m safe’ does sink in, it’s usually followed by tears. Which is also embarrassing. And frustrating. But really, what did he expect? And Az is not about to shame him for it.

So for a while they both cry whenever they experience physical kindness from the other. It hurts. It’s scary. But it’s so, so good. And given enough time, it’ll become normal. Expected. Never, ever taken for granted - they couldn’t possibly - but it won’t be a surprise every time they’re reminded that, holy shit, you love me.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #I throw my feels at all of you #do with them as you please

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lovewillthaw-j · 4 years ago

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Saving Elsa

An alternate in-movie fic (my first!). Set in between Anna climbing out of the cave, and waking the Giants.

Inspired by Mego’s fanart, which also inspired my edit:

TW: depression, grief, drowning, hypothermia

Anna blinked in the sunlight. The beauty of the dawn in the Enchanted forest could not fill the enormous emptiness within her. She felt utterly lost without Elsa and Olaf. She knew she had to destroy the dam, but that would flood Arendelle and hurt her people. And besides, she had no idea how to destroy such a massive structure of stone without Elsa’s help.

Elsa. It hurt to think about Elsa, but as she stood there, uncertain about the next step, gradually, thoughts of finding Elsa’s body began to fill her mind till it overpowered every other thought. Even if she didn’t know where Elsa had gone, she was going to try. Anna knew she could not survive the torture of another funeral with no body to bury. She knew she had chased Elsa all the way to the North Mountain 3 years ago, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to give up without trying.

Retrace my steps, she thought. She lifted her head and looked around and was gradually aware of the sound of water flowing in the river. The river! I can follow it back to the path. She followed the sound of the water and gradually made her way to the river bank. The Giants were still asleep and she was careful not to wake them. Trudging along the bank, beyond ear shot of the Giants, she slowly made her way through the forest, stumbling a few times whenever she got distracted by thoughts of Elsa. Finally, she came to the spot where the boat had left Elsa's icy path. She recognised the branch that Olaf’s little hand had grabbed onto previously and felt a sting of pain. Reaching her hand into her satchel, she felt Olaf’s wooden arms and coal buttons. Tears streamed down her face, but she steeled herself and said to herself, I must keep going. For Elsa.

A twinkle of ice crystals caught her eye. Elsa’s icy path had melted but there was still some lingering frost. She felt the ground with her hands and confirmed that it was cold and wet. I’m definitely on the right path, she thought.

Onward she trudged, on the path that she had so recently been on. She was hungry and tired and her legs and lungs were crying for a rest but she didn’t feel them calling out to her and pressed on. Finally she came to the stone at the last spot that she had been with Elsa, near their parents�� ship. Hot tears came to her eyes as she was reminded of Elsa's last hug and the last image of her parents before they died.

The sounds of waves crashing on the shore became apparent and she was re-energised as she remembered that Elsa had mentioned that the Dark Sea was too dangerous, just before their final parting. Had Elsa tried to cross the Dark Sea?

She ran to the beach and faced the waves of the Dark Sea. Suddenly, she noticed Elsa’s boots and outer cloak neatly lying on a rock. She wept over Elsa’s cloak, caressing it with her hands and burying her nose in it, smelling Elsa’s scent. Time stood still as she clawed and groped at the cloak, the closest she had been to Elsa since the horrible separation a day ago.

And then she saw them. Through her tears, she realised that there were footprints in the black sand, leading straight into the water. Elsa’s bare footprints. From the distance between the footprints, she surmised that Elsa had been running. She had run straight into the water. And now she was dead. Her body, lost at sea. Just like Agnarr’s and Iduna’s. A mindless fury took over her and she stood and ran to the water’s edge, screaming at the waves.

Dark Sea!!! You have taken the lives of my parents and now, my sister!! What more can you take away from me!! I have no one to bury!! I have nothing left to live for!! Why don’t you finish me off too!!

So saying, she plunged into the water and swam as far as she could, fighting the cold and brutal waves. She felt her consciousness slipping away from her and in a haze, thought she heard a horse neighing. A horse? I must be hallucinating, she thought. Suddenly, the sea spat her back out onto the shore. Relentless, Anna tried to run into the sea again, but within a few minutes, found herself back on the shore. What was going on?

Night had fallen and Anna was shivering. She was soaked to the skin and very, very cold. She had lost her cloak when she went down that waterfall. Momentarily giving up on trying to drown herself, Anna crawled back to the rock with Elsa’s cloak and boots, shaking violently. She pulled Elsa’s cloak over her and felt a moment of irritation when she realised it was so thin that it afforded no warmth at all. Thanks a lot sis, only you could wear a peekaboo cloak and not feel cold. Her muscles were cramping from the violent spasms and Anna felt that she would not survive much longer. Her eyelids closed and out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Elsa’s boot moving by itself.

Darkness. And then, warmth. And a crackling fire.

Hours had passed and she woke up to find herself lying by a roaring fire and a little creature was resting on her bosom. A warm, wriggly...Salamander?! It was Bruni!!

Bruni!! You’re here? You made a fire to keep me warm? Anna noticed she was completely dry and felt much better. She was so relieved to have a companion, even if she wasn’t sure if he fully understood her. She held him in her hands and continued to speak to him.

Thank you so much Bruni. How did you know I was here? Bruni jumped out of her hands and ran to Elsa’s boot and crawled inside, then poked his head out, licking his eyeball and staring at her as if to say, I’ve been hiding in this boot waiting for Elsa to return!! Anna laughed as she realised that Elsa might have stepped on Bruni if she had put on her boots while he was in it! Laughing felt good. She felt like she hadn’t laughed in years.

Now what? What could she do to find Elsa? Say Bruni, do you know what happened to Elsa? Bruni looked at her quizzically, not seeming to understand. Sigh, you don’t speak, do you, thought Anna. She stood up and walked to the water’s edge. Why did the water spit me out, she thought to herself. She stooped and dipped her hands into the water. At this, suddenly Bruni hissed and sparks flew out of his body. He ran towards her and chased her back from the water’s edge, little tongues of flame emanating from his body. What’s wrong Bruni? What did I do? Suddenly, the flames erupted from Bruni, but instead of causing a fire, the fire took the shape of a horse.

A horse, Bruni? I don’t understand? What are you trying to...

A sudden ROAR of water from the ocean rang out and a mighty water horse emerged from the ocean and stepped on to the beach. The horse looked condescendingly at Bruni and took a menancing step forward. Bruni extinguished his flame and ran away, but he couldn’t resist turning his head back and sticking his tongue out at the horse.

Slowly Anna realised that this must be the water spirit! She had only encountered Gale, Bruni and the Earth Giants. Air, Fire, Earth and Water. This explained the neighing sounds she heard when the water spit her out!

She curtsied formally to the magnificent horse and said, I’m princess... err... Queen Anna I suppose, of Arendelle. You must be the water spirit. I’m so sorry for shouting at you just now, I'm just trying to find my sister, Elsa. Thanks for saving my life just now. The Nokk bowed to Anna and she strode forward and stroked the Nokk’s neck.

Suddenly, the Nokk bent lower and indicated that Anna was supposed to mount it. Surprised, Anna mounted the horse, not knowing anything better to do. Wait a moment, she said, as the Nokk stood up. Can Bruni come along? I’m still cold. Neighing a snort of irritation, the horse nodded its head. Gleefully, Bruni ran and jumped into Anna’s hands and ran up to her shoulder where he perched himself. Anna felt grateful for Bruni’s presence, both for the warmth and the comfort of a familiar face.

With a whoosh! the Nokk broke into a gallop across the Dark Sea, taking Anna’s breath away as she flew over the black waters. Where is the Nokk taking me? she wondered to herself. Did Elsa come by this way too? Bruni happily stuck his tongue out and enjoyed the sea breeze. In the distance, Ahtohallan emerged, it’s frozen river glowing brightly against the dark stone. Anna gasped at the magnificent sight of the magical river. As the Nokk passed between the reflective pillars of ice that marked out the path to Ahtohallan, she stared at her reflection and her wonder increased. A powerful force seemed to be situated within Ahtohallan and she felt it drawing her in.

The Nokk slowed to a trot and gracefully stopped at Ahtohallan’s beach. Dismounting, Anna thanked the horse and it splashed back into the sea, disappearing in an instant. Now what? Anna asked Bruni. In response, Bruni jumped off Anna’s shoulder and ran to the open doorway of Ahtohallan, which Anna hadn’t noticed. Okay, keep going forward. Anna strode towards the doorway and gasped as she saw the four pillars with the spirits’ crystal logos carved into them. Bruni ran up the pillar with the Fire emblem on it, smiling proudly at her as the pillar momentarily lit up with an pink glow. Okay, well done to you, said Anna. But you’d better come with me cos it’s really cold here, okay Bruni? I’m not Elsa. Bruni obligingly ran back to Anna and climbed onto her shoulder once more as Anna walked through the doorway of Ahtohallan.

On and on Anna walked within Ahtohallan, it’s magic getting stronger and stronger as she went deeper within. She wasn’t sure what all this had to do with Elsa, but she knew from Mother’s lullaby that in Ahtohallan, all is found, all the answers, and she was going to go as far in as she could and ask Ahtohallan where Elsa was. She came to a slippery tunnel and gingerly made her way across. However, to her consternation, the tunnel ended in a sudden steep drop into a huge cavern. She could see the tunnel’s continuation on the other side, but there was no way across. (Unknown to her, Elsa had recently come this way and had made her way across pillars of ice, however, these had all flurried away when Elsa froze to death)

Bruni, what do we do now? asked Anna, hearing her voice echo in the cavern. I can’t get across this huge gap and I can’t see anyway to climb down there. Bruni cocked his head at her but didn’t seem to know how to help her. Nevertheless, Anna was bolder now after having met 2 spirits. Plus, she knew that Gale had had a special connection with her mother and Elsa had tamed Gale. She called out, confidently, her voice ringing in the cavern: Gale! GALE! Please. It’s Anna. Remember me? Please, I need your help. I know you are able to carry me to the other side.

With a flurry of tiny ice particles, Gale appeared and swirled around Anna, playing with her hair and tickling her sides. Her satchel momentarily flapped open in the breeze and the ice particles flurried inside, wandered over Olaf’s remains, and sailed out again. I know, I miss him too, Gale. Thank you for coming, now can you carry me -

With a gust of wind, in mid-sentence, Anna suddenly found herself floating in the air. Bruni was thoroughly enjoying himself as Gale transported them both over. Whoa! That was sudden, Gale. But thank you very much. Anna continued her trek into Ahtohallan, coming upon the great hall where Elsa had recently re-arranged the giant pillars of ice. The architecture of this place was breathtakingly beautiful. She passed through another doorway and came to an enormous cave where, unbeknownst to her, Elsa had recently seen Iduna and created the snowy images of memories, all of which had since flurried away. There was another dark doorway framed in snow leading out of the cave, which Anna walked into. This led to a downward sloping path, and terminated again in a steep cliff with a sharp drop. Anna strained her eyes to look at the ground below.

Suddenly, Anna spotted a tiny figure that looked like Elsa. An anguished cry escaped her lips. Elsa was far away, at the bottom of the cliff and she was not moving. In fact, she looked completely different and...white. White as ice. No no no no... This isn't happening...say its not true...

Gale, please hurry!! No sooner had the words left her mouth, Anna felt Gale carrying her down the cliff gently. It was very cold here, even Bruni’s warmth seemed insufficient to battle the biting cold. The descent felt like an eternity to Anna, and she knew Elsa had gone too deep, against Mother’s warning.

ELSAAAAA!!!!!!!

cried Anna, running towards the cold, still statue of ice. She repeatedly called and called her sister's name as she hugged her cold body desperately, willing her to come back to life. Anna held Elsa's face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. She kissed Elsa’s frozen lips but nothing happened. Please. PLEASE. Ahtohallan, spirits, anybody. Undo this, this spell, whatever magic is going on here. Her voice sounded thin and empty in the bitter cold air.

Bruni! Can you warm her up? Please? Bruni gave her a sad look. She had never seen Bruni in grief before. Anna placed Bruni on Elsa's body, but Bruni did not even attempt to make any heat. Thoroughly exhausted and defeated, Anna clung onto Elsa and cried anew, tears flowing freely. This is the end, thought Anna. I can't bring Elsa's body back to Arendelle. She's become one with the ice of Ahtohallan. Oh how cruel can this be. I've come all the way here with the help of 3 spirits, which is pretty incredible, but in the end I'm sadder than ever before. I'm really ready to succumb now.

Her tears flowed down her cheek and dropped onto Elsa's cold, hard face. Suddenly, the tears glowed with light and were absorbed into Elsa’s face. The light from her tears travelled within Elsa’s frozen body and went towards Elsa’s heart. Then, a glow glimmered through Elsa's body and travelled up her left arm, which was frozen and stretched up to the heavens. It was only then that Anna realised how different Elsa looked, without her braid and in a totally new dress emblazoned with the spirit symbols. Had Elsa met the fifth spirit? Was Elsa THE fifth spirit?

A beam of light and snow came out of Elsa's icy hand, though it was feeble and much less powerful than what Anna was accustomed to. Elsa remained frozen stiff but the snow gradually collected and formed into...an image of her parents. The glow in Elsa's body then faded but Anna hardly noticed as the snowy images of her parents came alive and started speaking.

Iduna: Darling, I've been thinking. It might be time to tell Anna about Elsa. I can't bear keeping her shut out anymore. She's maturing now. She can be responsible.

Agnarr: It's not Anna I'm worried about. What if we let them get close again and the feelings are too much for Elsa? Joy brings out her powers as strongly as fear.

Iduna: But if anyone can find a way to help her, it's Anna.

Agnarr: You may be right about that. There's not much that girl can't do.

Iduna: Her love could hold up the world.

Agnarr: Lucky for the world. Okay. We'll tell her when we return.

The images of her parents stopped moving. Anna wept again, happy tears this time. This was truly a magical place of memories. She embraced the icy images of her father and mother with deep hugs, and felt their love pour into her anew, even though it had been six years since she'd last seen them set sail. Thank you. Thank you so much for that. Her mother's words rang in her memory.

If anyone can find a way to help her, it's Anna.

Anna held Elsa by her waist, wondering what she could do. Her tears had somehow developed some power of their own when they touched Elsa, she realised. Could she do it again? On a hunch, she got down and placed one hand on the icy floor and kept her other hand on Elsa’s body, and she spoke out loud: Elsa, I love you. Ahtohallan, spirits, this is my beloved sister and I would do anything to bring her back. Please, show me something I can do.

Magically, the ground under Anna's hand glowed and ice crystals started to rise from the ground and coalesce into images! Anna gazed in amazement as a small-sized version of the dam appeared in front of her. But there was more. She could make out 3 blocky figures moving slowly towards the dam, in the distance. Suddenly, she realised she was looking at three Earth Giants and just then, they started throwing rocks at the miniature dam. As she followed the trajectory of the flying rocks, she saw a tiny version of herself running on top of the dam, dodging the rocks as they crashed into the dam, destroying it. Then the image faded away and morphed into a small version of Elsa, in her current frozen state, but coming back to life. The images then froze.

Anna sat down heavily, trying to process what she had just witnessed, here in Ahtohallan, the place of memories. She figured that she must be seeing "memories" from the future - visions. That didn’t sound too far-fetched, considering that Elsa had seen a memory from 35 years in the past. Momentarily, Anna wondered if she had gained powers herself and she absentmindedly tried to lift her hand and conjure up snow. Nothing happened.

I don’t want ice or any form of powers, anyhow. I’m happy to be me and I just want you back, Elsa. She knew her request had been answered. She now knew how to save Elsa and how to destroy the dam. Now all that was left was to get it done.

Thank you, she breathed. Thank you Ahtohallan.

Elsa, I'm going to save you.

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How this continues: with Gale and Nokk's help, Anna leaves Ahtohallan and re-crosses the Dark Sea, reaching the Earth giants. The story then continues as it did in the movie (Wake up!!!!!). With some important adjustments 1) Anna is not as sad when talking to Kristoff 2) When Elsa gallops toward Anna on Nokk, Anna is not sad, but surprised because she thought she would have to go back to Ahtohallan to get her. 3) When Elsa says “You saved me”, Anna replies “Yeah, I know!!!!” to which Elsa is shocked and then, Anna shares that she too has been to Ahtohallan.

For those who aren’t aware, the scene of Iduna and Agnarr is directly lifted from the Deleted Scene, A Place Of Our Own. I just wanted to include it...

Headcanons applied in this fic - 1) 5th spirit’s powers are to extract memories from water; 2) Anna, as the other half of the bridge, can also communicate with the spirits and they help her get to Ahtohallan as she has no powers; 3) Anna becomes the 5th spirit for a short while - there was some transference when her tears fell onto Elsa; 4) Iduna is a memory, not a ghost; 5) Ahtohallan (Sentient) shows memories of the parents to the girls to comfort them and strengthen their resolve; 6) I was inspired by Rapunzel’s tears falling onto and reviving Eugene; 7) This fic features Brunanna heavily =) ; 8) I like the idea that Bruni and Nokk are “rivals” (water vs fire) and Bruni is cheeky towards Nokk.

#my fic #frozen 2 #frozen #disney frozen #elsa and anna

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aziraphales-library · 5 years ago

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Hey!!! I’m kinda new, and I’d like to know if you can recommend me some good GO fics? My only request it’s that they should mostly be Teen Up or Gen s fics... and maybe some good AUs (I’m in love with those)

Okay, here we go!! I went a little all out on this post because it’s more about personal preference, but I still stand by it :D

An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually by TheLadyZephyr - 7.5k - Rated T

Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity.

The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.

I simply adore this fic. It’s one of those fics that follows them through the ages and its just done so well. I don’t even know what else to say, just that you should go read it, and the fanart is also gorgeous!

Something So Magic by apliddell - 3.9k - Rated G

Crowley gets stuck in his serpent form, and Aziraphale tries his best to help.

This fic is simple, yet adorable, and I cannot get enough of it.

How Much To Give, How Much To Take by thechemicalgirl - 3k - Rated G

“It’s like…’ he paused, trying to calm down. ‘It’s like after I came back from Heaven and we switched our bodies back, something has happened. I can’t use my power anymore, not even to start the Bentley.”

Crowley loses his demonic abilities and Aziraphale tries to help him cope with it, but things get much more complicated than that.

Angsty, but also soft, and just a great execution of a favourite premise.

In Peace I Will Both Lie Down and Sleep by fizzybiscuits - 5.6k - Rated G

Aziraphale starts having nightmares. For some reason, he doesn’t talk to Crowley about this right away.

Title is from Psalms 4:8. “In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.”

This fic just has everything. It’s a stellar example of an established relationship fic and is cavity-inducingly fluffy.

Be All My Sins Remembered by CloversDreams - 43.4k - Rated T

“The trial,” Beelzebub continued loudly, “will consist of seven tests.”

“Seven…” Aziraphale muttered under his breath. He had a bad feeling about this and it showed. He twiddled his thumbs nervously as he waited for more details.

Crowley scrunched his face and shook his head. “Oh you don’t mean–”

“Correct. The Sins have been charged with the task,” Beelzebub interjected.

“Crap.” Crowley groaned. He slapped his hands onto his face and dragged them downward slowly. This was just what they didn’t need.

Gabriel nodded. He had a rather unpleasant grin on his face as he said, “Don’t know much about them, myself, but they can be a pretty gnarly group of high-class demons from what I’ve heard. On par with the archangels back home. Wouldn’t want to… what’s that delightful human phrase? Oh, right. Wouldn’t want to cock this up.”

Listen, in my opinion, this fic is massively underrated. I unintentionally binged it all in one go because it was so gripping. The angst in some chapters had me practically screaming, and the whole idea is a brilliant take on the seven deadly sins. The pining is magnificent, and I live for the Husbands drama.

Let Sleeping Snakes Lie by Blue_Sparkle - 2.6k - Rated G

Aziraphale confesses his love for Crowley when he can contain it no longer. Oh, not to the demon himself of course. To a sleeping snake.

Another fic featuring Snake!Crowley, this one is magnificently soft, and I adore the scene in Stardust it’s inspired by. Just can’t stop coming back to read, 10/10 recommend!

Serpent of Eden, Original Tempter by noodlefrog - 33.4k - Rated T

During Crowley’s trial, the agents of Hell present evidence that the demon has been fraternizing with the enemy. Careful to protect Crowley’s pride (and his own concealed feelings), Aziraphale turns on the saunter and leans into his friend’s reputation as a tempter to spin their relationship into something that looks more demonic than lunch dates and feeding the ducks.

This fic combines Pining, Misunderstandings, and a fantastic ‘what if?’ for the execution scenes, and I am here for it. The Original Characters are written fantastically well, and I loved the bonus chapter!

What They Say About Assumptions by DragonGirl - 7.9k - Rated T

While it’s true that God bestowed upon the angels the divine power to sense love of all kinds, that does not mean they were given the ability to sense exactly who or what that love is directed at. A minor design flaw that hasn’t been much of an issue. Until now.

Or:

Aziraphale has known that Crowley loved someone since the beginning. He’s also spent most of that time believing that someone was a demon.

Aziraphale’s obliviousness in this fic was so ridiculous it felt plausible. It was hilarious but also heartwarming, and has one of my fave love confessions. It was angsty as hell in the best way, and I just implore that you read it!

Futile Devices by ticketybye - 3.2k - Rated G

Crowley pretends to sleep. Aziraphale talks.

Just adorable. Cavity inducing fluff and love confessions are my favourite things and god does this deliver on that.

Foolish Principality by seashadows and WikdSushi - 6.6k - Rated M

Upon moving into a South Downs cottage, Crowley gets left alone while Aziraphale rushes to help the new proprietors of his bookshop. Thanks to a miracle gone wrong, Crowley discovers Aziraphale's greatest material secret, and a few things neither of them could ever fully face.

Is rated M but in my opinion there’s nothing too bad in here, though you should judge for yourself. The poetry is beautiful, horrifying masterpieces, and it is honestly fantastically funny and sweet.

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Y’all know by now that I adore anything by Arinia, but this fic is one of my faves:

Just This Once by Arinia - 2.7k - Rated T

An idea came, slowly at first, before filling up his heart, setting every nerve alight. It might be another decade, another century even, before he saw Crowley again. No one had come to rescue him from Above. No one had chastised Crowley for wasting a miracle from Below. Perhaps, just this once…

The streets of Paris are soaked with blood, and Aziraphale realizes just how much he owes Crowley for saving his life.

It’s freaking adorable, the kissing is fantastic, and I have a secret love of the French Revolution that made me love the fic all the more. Read it, I beg you.

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As for AUs, I don’t read loads, but I do have some faves!

Neighborly Affection by Thestarlitrose - 4.6k - Rated T - Human AU

Anthony J Crowley was four years old the first time he met the tiny Ezra A Fell; he wasn’t impressed.

He was forty-six when he found him again in a bookshop in Soho.

The Childhood Friends, Flower Shop, Christmas, Friends to Lovers fic nobody asked for in the middle of October.

This fic is a complete tangle of tropes, and it’s also incredibly sweet. Perfect for the fast approaching holiday season!

a book elegantly bound by AwkwardPotatoChild - 6.5k - Rated G - Library AU

Two idiots. One book series.

or alternatively, Aziraphale and Crowley are united over their common love of books and the scheming of one Miss Anathema Device

This fic manages to be both very funny and incredibly endearing at the same time. The book names were hilarious, and I adored Anathema’s matchmaking.

A Jaunt Or Two by sonicsora - 3.1k - Rated T - Human AU

They meet by happenstance twice over, only to end up quite woven into one anothers lives. It’s all quite accidental, but sticks.

Crowley realizes a bit belated he’s quite attached to this man who freely uses the word jaunt and wears cream-colored suits.

This fic is just adorable. It’s sweet, fluffy, and exactly my kind of thing. Also Gabriel’s a dick in the comedic way, which is fun to see.

Restoration by arealshitwizard (gaiusgallus) - 2.6k - Rated G - Human AU

Ok I had this idea in my head and it wouldn’t go away so here is Aziraphale as a painting restorer and Crowley as a flash stock broker… There’s just one chapter sorry for my sins

This is a really unique fic (I know I keep saying that, but it’s true!), and featured such fun interpretations of their characters!

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I’m aware that 90% of this list is very specific to my preferences, and that it got a little out of hand, but I hope y’all enjoy the recs anyway! XD

Does the blog have any favourites they’d like to share?

~ Mod B

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whenihaveyouromione · 4 years ago

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When I Have You - Chapter 1

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A/N: This story will follow the lives of Ron and Hermione from the end of DH, to the epilogue and then beyond. This places all of my head canon in one story, along with tidbits of canon provided by JKR throughout. I like to stick mostly to canon post war, so I've followed the books to a T, and mostly everything post war is canon or canon-compliant. There will be the odd change, most barely noticeable.

Also, standard message that this in no way follows the Cursed Child plot at all, and I ignore it completely. This includes Hermione becoming Minister for Magic (which I know is something people like to include), as it makes no sense in comparison to the other canon JKR has provided. Plus, I hate Cursed Child, so… yeah.

Also, prior to reading this, please be aware that this story is intended to be LONG, it is intended to be an extremely slow burn. The chapter length is currently unknown, but I am predicting well over 200 chapters by the end. This is also not action packed, nor is it filled with unpredictability. This is a story where I go into excruciating detail about their lives after the war, but the intention is to be no surprises. Everything you think will happen, WILL happen. Please be mindful of that before going into this. I don't want anyone to be left disappointed. The idea is to detail their lives, not to have you on the edge of your seat with anticipation! If that's what you're after, this story is not for you.

This story also will contain implied sex. Sex scenes resemble 90's sitcoms — you have the before, you have the after, but none of the in between. They also talk a bit (not a lot, because it's not my focus) about sex. I am writing about their relationship, so it's obviously going to exist, but it's not going to be detailed, just implied.

Also, last but not least, this story has an Instagram account. As it's so long and detailed, I've decided to add some hopefully additional entertainment to it. The handle is (with no spaces) 'whenihaveyou . romione' on IG. Please feel free to follow. If for some reason you can't see it on here, feel free to PM me for it. I'll be posting small sneak peaks, responses to questions, etc on there. I'm even throwing my hand up to attempt some fanart on my own story, but I promise that writing is more my thing lol.

And now, to the story (I swear the future a/n's won't be this long). I hope you enjoy, and as usual, your thoughts, comments, questions, are all appreciated!

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Chapter 1

Ron brushed a stray strand of hair away from Hermione's face, which lit up at his touch. A smile graced her lips, but her eyes remained closed for a few moments longer. It was their favourite way to spend their afternoons; lying on his Chudley Cannons spread, arms around each other, sometimes dozing or sometimes talking. After long days of preparing for the coming funerals and Flooing to Hogwarts to help with repairs, it was always nice to come back and not think about the devastation that had befallen the wizarding world. While everyone grieved, these few moments together were a welcomed solace.

When laying beside her, Ron allowed himself a few moments of happiness. Because that's what she made him feel: happy. When she'd thrown her arms around him and kissed him in the middle of the war, he thought he'd loved her then. Now, ten days later, he realised how mistaken he'd been. This was love. Spending almost every moment, day and night, with her; holding her, kissing her, had made him fall helplessly in love, and for the first time ever, he was almost certain that she felt the same way.

He kissed her lightly on the lips, running fingers through her thick hair. She smiled against him, her eyes finally opening.

"We should go down and help the others with dinner," he murmured. "Before Mum comes looking for us."

As was to be expected, Molly had been a mess since the end of the war. Fred's death had impacted all of them, but no one more than his mother. For the first few days, they'd not seen her as she kept herself locked away in her bedroom, Arthur bringing her every meal. On the third day, she'd ventured out for a few moments before taking one look at everyone and bursting into tears. She'd spent another two days locked away after that.

She was out and about now, but out of respect for her feelings, Ron felt it best to keep his sudden relationship with Hermione secret. He did not think his mother would take kindly to one of her sons finding happiness in such a dark time.

They'd intended to keep it secret from everyone apart from Harry and Ginny, but word had gradually gotten out amongst the rest of the Weasleys. Bill had stumbled upon Ron placing a kiss on her forehead one evening before going to bed. Charlie had caught them holding hands in the Burrow's garden another night. Percy seemed to just know, and Arthur had awkwardly found them in a passionate embrace one morning in a Hogwarts' corridor.

No one spoke of it after, though. Everyone seemed to know better than to mention anything in front of Molly, so meal times resulted in limiting their affection to smiles across the table. That made these moments alone even more special.

Hermione sat up, resting her back against the headboard and yawning. Today had been especially difficult; after days of being hounded by the press as they demanded answers and spat out ridiculous theories (at Hogwarts, of all places), Harry had Disapparated to who knew where and hadn't returned. If he had any sense, he would have gone somewhere no one would find him. Ron suspected he had gone to Grimmauld Place.

"You think Harry's alright?" Hermione asked, rubbing her eyes.

"No, not really," Ron said. "But I can't blame him. The media have been unforgiving. It's easier for us to brush them aside, because they don't care as much about us. Can't imagine what it's like for him."

"How long should we give him?" Hermione asked.

"A few days." Ron shrugged, feeling his mood darken. "Fred's funeral is in three days. Lupin and Tonks' the day after that. I can't imagine him missing them."

Hermione looked less convinced. She looked at Ron, clearly worried. Ron placed an arm around her shoulder and drew her to him so that her head was on his shoulder. "He'll be alright," he assured her. "He just needs some time."

There was a moment's silence, and then, "Ron?" Hermione's voice cracked as she spoke his name.

"Hm?"

Silence again. Ron squeezed her tighter as he felt hot tears against his shirt. It wasn't unusual for these moments to end in tears, for one reason or another. They'd both had their fair share of crying over the past week and a half. He'd lost count of the number of times she'd been there for him, especially after the first few days when the memories of Fred haunted him most clearly. They still did, but he'd managed to get them under control for the most part. Though, he was dreading the funeral.

"Hey."

Hermione lifted her head at the sudden voice appearing at Ron's bedroom door. It was Bill, looking at them both with defeat. "You two better come down soon, otherwise Mum'll send a search party. She wants to start dinner, and Dad is fighting her…"

"Mum wants to cook?" Ron asked.

Bill nodded. "She's insisting. Ginny is really giving it to her, but she's refusing to listen." He smiled slightly. "I guess it's good to see some of the old fight back, eh?"

Hermione pulled away, wiping the tears from her face. "We should go and help," she sniffed.

Ron nodded, and they both climbed off his bed. Hermione left ahead of them, walking past Bill as if slightly embarrassed that he'd seen her cry. Ron went to follow, but Bill stopped him by clasping a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright? Dad mentioned what happened with Harry today."

Ron nodded. "Yeah. I think a part of me knew it was coming. He's been one moment away from an explosion all week. We've just got to give him some time."

Bill nodded, squeezing his shoulder. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks," Ron said.

Bill let Ron go past, following him down the stairs without speaking. Everyone was in the kitchen, Ginny arguing with Molly.

"We told you, Mum! You're not doing anything. The rest of us have got this. Look —" she threw a hand in Ron's direction, "— Ron's here now. An extra pair of hands, an extra wand! We'll have dinner ready in no time."

"Come on, Mum," Bill said, gently placing his hands on Molly's shaking shoulders. "Let's go and sit down." He slowly guided her from the kitchen and into the living room.

After she was gone, Ginny rounded on Ron. "Your appearance a little earlier might have been beneficial, you know." Her eyes flickered to Hermione, softening when they saw her tear-stained face. She looked away. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"It's alright," Ron said. "We're here now. Where do you want us to start?"

It had become the norm for all the children to prepare the meals each night, with some help from Arthur occasionally. It was the least they could do to make things easier, but since their mother had decided to venture from her room, insisting that they could handle it had become increasingly harder. Ron suspected she wished to busy herself by cooking for her large, yet broken family.

Tonight's preparation was sullen. Even the occasional laughter that had occurred other nights was gone. Ginny's mood was dark, her hurt at Harry's disappearance obvious. Like Ron and Hermione, she'd chosen not to share her relationship with Harry to her mother. If that was what it even was. Harry had pushed most of them away, including Ginny, and had snapped at all of them more than once in the last few days.

Dinner was even quieter, with no one speaking apart from asking someone else to pass a bowl over. Ginny, who had been the most cheerful of the bunch, said nothing at all and barely touched her food. Molly watched her with concern, but said nothing, perhaps understanding why her daughter was so upset. There was an emptiness around the table, one that could only be filled by Harry's reappearance — and, Ron thought, George's. Both were as much part of the family as the other, but neither wished to see anyone.

Hermione helped Bill and Charlie clear the dishes and do the washing up, while everyone else moved into the living room. Ron sat on a conjured two-seater couch that really needed a good clean, saving the second spot for Hermione when she returned.

A small chatter started around the fireplace, with Percy talking of how the Ministry was looking to get things back to normal in the coming weeks.

"Something needs to be done," he said to Ron. "In this time, people need leadership and we currently have none." He then lowered his voice so that only Ron would hear the next part. "Between you and me, the talk is that Kingsley Shacklebolt will be appointed the next Minister for Magic."

This surprised Ron, and yet, it didn't at the same time. He looked at his brother. Percy had become somewhat more enjoyable to be around since the end of the war. Ron didn't think they'd be best friends any time soon, but at least he didn't get the urge to roll his eyes everytime Percy opened his mouth any more. He was Ron's brother, after all, and finally, Ron was able to see him as such.

"That's a good choice, don't you think?" he said.

Percy gave a curt nod. "Yes, I think so."

Hermione, Bill, and Charlie came in after that, and Ron shuffled over so that Hermione could sit next to him. Instinctively, he reached for her hand, but she jolted it away and nodded her head in his mother's direction.

He flushed, his face turning even redder when he saw that his mother was watching the two of them, her eyes narrowed.

"Great," Ron muttered to Hermione, "now she probably thinks you're rejecting my advances, or something."

"Wouldn't that please her?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think either way would please her."

Slowly but surely, people began drifting off to bed. Bill left via Floo for his home — as he did every night — while Charlie and Percy headed upstairs to their respective bedrooms.

When Ginny announced she was going to bed fifteen minutes later, Molly's eyes flashed to Hermione. "I suppose you'll be wanting to go to bed too, dear, so as not to wake Ginny?"

Hermione jumped, her cheeks reddening from the brashness of Molly's voice.

"It's fine, Mum," Ginny said. "I'll be fine."

"But, you don't want to wake her, do you Hermione, dear?"

Hermione had not spent a single night in Ginny's room since being there, just like Harry hadn't spent any in Ron's — an arrangement all four had been happy with. Ron had a sneaking suspicion that something had finally clicked with his mum, because she was now watching Ron as if waiting for him to react.

"Right," Hermione said. "I-I'll go, too. Goodnight, Mr and Mrs Weasley. Ron."

"Er, night, Hermione," Ron said. "See you in the morning."

After Hermione and Ginny had disappeared, a silence fell over the living room. Ron could only stand it for a few moments before he jumped to his feet and said goodnight, too.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he was disappointed to find Hermione not waiting for him in his room. He knew it had only been ten days, but the thought of falling asleep without her suddenly made him feel lonely. He'd become accustomed to her presence, her smell, sleeping with his arms around her, and waking to find her cuddled up against him in the mornings. It was a feeling he had hoped would last longer; forever, if he dared think it.

Unable to help but feel angry with his mother, he changed into his pyjamas and climbed under the covers. It was cold, and he had far too much space in his magically extended bed.

He tossed and turned for what felt like hours, and just as he was finally drifting off to sleep, he was woken by soft, warm lips against his cheek.

"Hermione?" he mumbled, making out her figure in the dark.

"Who else would it be?" Hermione asked, pulling back the covers and falling in beside him. "Ginny figured your mum would come and check to make sure I really was there — I think she suspects I've not been sleeping in the spare bed — so we had to wait."

"Did she?" Ron asked, rolling over and wrapping her in his arms. Instant warmth washed over him, and he buried his face into her hair.

"Yes."

"I'm glad you're here now." He kissed her shoulder and held her even tighter.

"Ron?"

"Mm?"

"What I wanted to say before, when I… couldn't…"

Ron loosened his hold on her, and she rolled over so she was facing him. He reached for his wand and lit it. He'd not realised she'd wanted to say anything before. "What is it?" he asked.

Under the wandlight, he saw her smile. "I wanted to say that I… love you."

The wand slipped from Ron's hand. He scrambled to find it from within the tangle of covers and relit it. "You… do?" In the mess that was the aftermath of war, it only occurred to Ron now that despite his intense feelings and love for her, he'd not actually said those words out loud. He'd thought them — every moment of every day — but he supposed his brain had been so convinced that she knew how he felt, that he had just assumed it was something they'd said to one another.

"Yes," Hermione said, her face practically glowing in the dim light.

"Oh, geez, I didn't even realise —"

"It's okay, Ron. I don't mean to rush you. I just wanted to tell you." She sounded so calm, so pleased with herself.

"What? Rush me? Oh, God, Hermione, I love you a ridiculous amount it's not even funny. I thought I told you that? Why have I never told you that?"

"Preoccupied?" Hermione suggested heartfully. "With a war, with losing our friends…"

Ron kissed her hard on the mouth, to which she responded enthusiastically. He felt her heart beating furiously against his chest, she was that close to him. The kiss deepened — by her, not him — and Ron became suddenly aware of every part of her. Her hands, in particular, had become rather adventurous, running along his arms, his chest, trailing further down... (Merlin, she was enthusiastic)... and then it hit him. He understood. And his bloody nerves got the better of him.

He pulled away, staring at her, the wand still in his hand. She stared back, her cheeks flushed, her breathing heavy, clearly determined to not feel embarrassed by her advancement.

Ron, however, didn't know what to do. Like forgetting to actually tell Hermione how he felt, anything other than holding her at night had not been a priority for him. He loved her deeply, he sought her comfort, but the grief still lingered and he'd not even contemplated taking their relationship further. Well, it had crossed his mind, but not as a serious thought. Not until after the funerals…

But now that it had been presented to him, even if she hadn't said the words directly, it seemed highly appealing.

"Have you, er, been thinking about this?" he asked, pulling completely away from her and sitting up in the bed.

"It's not something that spontaneously popped into my mind, if that's what you mean," Hermione said. For the first time, her voice sounded flat. "Sorry if I scared you. I just thought… I should probably have asked. Do you want to?"

"Yes!" Ron said, a little too quickly. He blushed, but then noticing the smile on her face he added, "Merlin, yes. I love you. I want to. You just caught me completely by surprise. That's all."

"Sorry." Hermione also sat up, facing him. "Perhaps I was a little too forward."

"No, no," Ron said. "I liked that." He grinned, albeit awkwardly. It didn't stop his body from tingling all over, though. A seed had firmly been planted in his mind now, and it was a good seed. A fantastic one.

"Just not tonight?" Hermione guessed.

Truthfully, as much as the idea thrilled him, it terrified him just the same. He was more than happy to kiss her, to hold her hand, but the concept of sex was something different. The insecurities he felt about being so intimate washed over him, just like they had done when Lavender had asked the same of him all those months ago.

The only difference this time was that he genuinely liked Hermione a whole lot more...

Taking his silence for hesitation, Hermione said, "I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to —"

"Don't be," Ron said, reaching out and running a hand along her exposed arm. "You just made me start thinking."

"About?"

He watched her, his heart beating rapidly as he did. She was just incredible. Amazing. She was perfect, and there she was, scarred as much as him from the war, but wanting him. Ron. She loved him.

"Not tonight," he said, shaking his head. "But tomorrow? As nice as it was, you throwing yourself at me isn't exactly how I imagined it to go… not for the first time."

She smiled and nodded. "Okay," she said, and she crawled slightly forward on the bed and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her, now realising how much he wanted her back, how much he wanted to be with her. Now, he had to exercise a whole lot of control because her touch set his skin on fire.

"Hm," he chuckled, pushing her away.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Maybe we should… take a break," he said, uncomfortably.

"Why? Oh," Hermione flushed, seeing Ron's own red cheeks. She climbed off him. "Right. Sorry." She laid back down on the bed with Ron beside her, though he dared not touch her again just yet.

As he drifted off to sleep, his mind trailed to tomorrow night, and despite his heart pounding in his chest, and his sudden sweaty palms, it couldn't come quick enough.

His last thought before falling asleep was of Hermione, and how he simply could not control just how much he loved her.

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ingravinoveritas · 4 years ago

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Hey there. I'm glad I'm not the only one who ships David and Michael. I want to ask... Since you ship them too, what are your favorite moments between them and why? And when did you start thinking there actually might something happen between them?

Hi Anon! I apologize that it’s taken me time to respond to your question. I needed to really think about my answer to this, as it is so difficult to choose a favorite moment between Michael and David. I’ve also been talking about so many of those moments lately, so I wanted to think of something that hadn’t already been discussed.

So I would say that, yes, many of my favorites are ones I’ve mentioned previously on my blog, but two that come to mind right now are when David and Michael were on Graham Norton last year, and then David interviewing Michael for his podcast.

Now, there was a lot going on during this interview, with Graham Norton busy Graham Norton-ing and of course the eggplant emoji incident, but what gets me is the sustained look of pure, unadulterated adoration that Michael was giving David:

...That. Nonstop. For almost the entire interview. Amazing.

Their bodies were also oriented toward each other the whole time, again falling into that pattern of always ending up in their own little world. Michael and David were ever the professionals, of course, interacting gamely with Graham and Chris Hemsworth and the audience, but they clearly only had eyes for each other. I also loved the moment where David recited the very long name of the place in Wales. He didn’t learn it specifically to impress Michael, as we know (he learned it from a Welsh actress while doing a Shakespeare play, to mess with the sign language interpreter), but on some level, he had to know what that would do to Michael. And we got Michael’s wonderful, giddy reaction--which was to look like he was barely restraining himself from dropping to one knee and proposing right there--and David just utterly basking in the warm glow of Michael’s attention.

The second moment I mentioned was David interviewing Michael on his podcast. It’s one of the most delightful interviews I’ve ever heard precisely for the reason that it doesn’t at all sound like an interview, but rather like two close friends just having a conversation (which is at least partly due to David’s talent as an interviewer). But right from the outset, one of the first things David says as they’re talking about a GO photo shoot they had just done is, “You're an honest version of how I'm feeling." Which confirmed something that I’ve been observing for a long while now, which is that Michael says the things that David only thinks. There’s a thread of that in so many of their interactions and interviews, which is subtle, but after a while you start to see it, and it’s fascinating.

To go back to the conversational quality of the interview, even though there was no video, the way Michael and David interacted made it easy to imagine what that conversation might look like. My mental image is basically of a sleepover, of them sitting on the floor together in their pyjamas, David behind Michael, knees bent and his long legs bracketing either side of Michael’s body, both of them sharing popcorn out of a bowl beside them and drinking glasses of red wine. David idly plays with Michael’s hair as he asks questions and giggles at Michael’s answers, and then he slowly starts to grip his curls just a tiny bit harder, massaging his head, making Michael’s breath hitch in his throat, but he keeps the conversation going. By the end, they’re both a bit tipsy and Michael is leaning back against David’s chest, warm and flushed and eyes fluttering closed as David rubs the back of his neck, debating whether to laugh or to turn his head and kiss David to break the growing tension...

(...I realize that was rather elaborate, but that whole scenario just blossomed in my mind as I re-listened to the podcast. Also, the fact that there’s a deleted clip of Michael saying “I almost came” and David giggling in response is another reason it’s one of my favorite MS/DT moments and really, really makes me wish we had video of this interview...)

Anyway, to the second part of your question, Anon, which is when did I think there might be something happening between Michael and David. I actually went back into my Tumblr archive to see when I started getting into Good Omens (June 2019) and how the timeline progressed from there. I can see that from the beginning, as I was diving headfirst into Aziraphale/Crowley fanfic and fanart, that I kept gravitating to the more ‘realistic’ art--illustrations, paintings, drawings, etc. that looked like the actors, rather than an artistic interpretation of the characters (which is not to say that other forms are bad, just that it’s my personal preference for fanart).

Right away, I was shipping Aziraphale and Crowley, but I think I was unconsciously drawn to that chemistry between Michael and David, even though I wasn’t outright shipping them then. The shift started to happen not long after that, as I began watching more and more of Michael and David’s interviews and all the GO press tour stuff I could get my hands on. But I am pretty sure that what made the switch finally flip was two things: Michael calling David his “lover,” and this moment, from earlier this year:

Over and over again, Michael has talked about how he was initially excited to be in Good Omens because he’s such a huge fan of the book, he’s known Neil forever, he’s mainlined Ineffable Husbands fanfic like Turkish black mule heroin, and so on. But then here, Michael is talking about what made filming the show so special...and it’s David. He’s remembering this experience--this incredible, life-altering journey of filming this show--and it’s not the book or shipping Aziraphale and Crowley that he speaks about with the most tender affection. It’s David. I just thought that was utterly lovely and very telling.

But the thing is, Anon, is that there really isn’t one specific moment that made me think something might have happened between Michael and David. It’s just been the gradual accumulation of all these moments put together--both the ones I mentioned in this post and the ones I’ve talked about previously. It’s how Michael and David talk about each other when they’re together and when they are apart. And it’s how, despite having numerous opportunities to put out the flames of suggestion, Michael instead runs toward them cackling maniacally, a can of kerosene in hand. (I also like to imagine an amused David just standing there calmly and holding up a Zippo lighter for his part.)

So I hope that helps to answer your question, Anon, and I’m always glad to hear from another shipper. Thanks for writing in and for being here! x

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immabethehero · 5 years ago

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A Little Theory

It wasn’t that the egos were terrible people or anything. It was just that… they weren’t the most becoming.

Jackieboy Man was a so-called superhero with absolutely no powers whatsoever. Police saw him as more of a nuisance then a hero. People started to avoid interacting with him, wanting none of his “help”.

Marvin the Magnificent’s shows were so terrible very few came, the only ones who did only wanted to make fun of him, or criticize him endlessly.

People trembled when Dr. Schneeplestein walked into the room, aware of the many patients he had killed over the years. His wife couldn’t bear another death brought by her husband and left him to his troubles.

Chase Brody ran a channel that got more trolls and hate with each passing day. He could barely escape the failures piling up on him, from family issues to channel scorn. His embarrassed wife couldn’t stand his pathetic lifestyle and left with the kids following suit.

Four outcasts, with nothing worth redeeming.

When Sean McLoughlin first introduced his egos, he meant to have fun, making characters through satirical nonsense. They weren’t the best people, and frankly, he couldn’t care less.

But when life couldn’t bear to look in their direction, the fans did. The community couldn’t help themselves, there must have been something there. Perhaps it was Sean, fooling around but having so much fun dressing up and playing pretend, his bright blue eyes twinkling with laughter, his smile brighter than the sunniest day. Maybe it was sympathy for the green-haired beings with Sean’s face. But they saw something in those egos, that no one else, not even Sean, could see.

The changes came gradually, but Sean saw it every time he came to check on his creations. Jackieboy Man began lifting items heavier than all the egos combined, and scouring the city, taking out mob bosses that had been wanted for decades. Marvin’s shows became more successful, and he was able to make something of himself. More of Dr. Schneeplestein’s patients walked out of the hospital alive and healthy, rather than in a bag headed to the morgue. Chase’s trickshots were beginning to perfect themselves, and Chase was thriving on his new fanbase.

Sean began dreading the visits less and less, as he watched his creations’ eyes light up as each explained their day. There were hiccups, or course, but bonds were forming, and the egos had never been happier.

Sean couldn’t help the nagging thought in his head. Was this his community’s doing? Was their love and support for the egos the reason they were so strong and capable and happy now? Everytime he found a new post showing their love for an ego, the stronger the ego got.

A new suit for Jackieboy, and he became stronger and more capable. A sweet picture of Schneep, and another patient lived to see a new day. A drabble of happiness for Chase, and he got billions of likes on his newest video and a chance to watch his kids on the weekend. One fantastic design for Marvin, and little sparks of magic started to show in the magician’s hands. One little post was all it took, and the egos got stronger.

And then Ȃ̴̼͓̬͎͔̻̀̆́͋̈́̎̌̒̄ņ̵̢͚̯̩͕̙̯̟̞̥̉̈́͛͋̃̾̃̄̉͠ͅt̶̨̡̛̮̣̲̭̥̳̱͍̾̄̈͒͊͛̅̏̌̓̕͜͠į̵̛̛̦̪̎́͂̓͒͂͋́̀̐̑̕͘ş̴́̓̑͂̿͊̿̕e̶̡̨̛͈̜͕̣͍̬͔̣̲̾̓̓̌̄̈́͋̊͊̎̔͝p̸̢̢̡̮̹̮̝̻̠͇̝͙͎͌̀͐͋͒̉ͅͅt̵̼̦̩̳̀̒̀̈́̏͗̎͐͊͑͘̚͠͝î̵̗̮͗̂͋̓̒́̌̕c̸̫̲͕̬̝͇̬̼̀̿̓̅̀͌͆̓̈̽̒̚͘̕ę̵̧͙̣̻͔̳̽̿̈́͑y̴̯̙͍̤̻̿̒͑e̶̡̨̛̦̻̮͕͇̓́͆́̔ showed up. He snaked his way into the egos’ lives, bent on destroying them and their world. Dr. Schneeplestein became the first doctor to find when someone was attacked by Anti. Jackieboy’s mission was less about helping the city, and more about protecting it from Anti. Chase’s bad thoughts returned, and he began practicing using real guns, hoping it would protect his family from the monster that haunted his dreams. Marvin had bursts of real magic, and he used them to track down and fight the glitch terrorizing the city.

If it was the community’s love that brought strength to the egos, then it was also their love that kept Anti alive. Many of them didn’t consider Anti to be a huge threat, and it was all in good fun to play with a villain.

But Sean knew of Anti’s power. Enough support from the community, and Anti could take their world by storm. He hadn’t thought much of it when he first brought Anti to life, but when he came to the egos’ world after that fateful Halloween, he realized just how much of a threat Anti really was.

And so he began fighting in his own way. He did his best to ignore Anti entirely, hoping the fans would back off, and Anti’s power would weaken. But the fans made sure Anti stayed alive, and from that point on, a war was waged.

Anti’s support vs the love for the egos. An unstoppable force versus an immovable object. The villain versus the new heroes. Sean did all he could to help the heroes succeed, from reblogging fanart to holding polls excluding Anti.

Maybe it was that poll that sent Anti off the deep end. Because since that day, things only got worse.

August 3rd, 2017. Sean found he couldn’t get into the ego's world. He tried his best to open the door, but to no avail. Anti had discovered another foe, by the name of Jack. And the glitch was not pleased.

On the other side, Dr. Schneeplestein fought a losing battle, trying to wake his friend up. Chase could only watch in tears as his best friend slipped into a coma, and Dr. Schneeplestein disappeared.

While Sean couldn’t enter, he could see what was happening. Chase prevented his world from finding out about Jack, putting on a smile and running both channels. Jackie and Marvin tried in vain to find the good doctor, but there was no trace of him.

Jackie went missing next. Sean tried playing as the hero in a new video, but not even his playthrough could bring the superhero back. Marvin’s magic was now the only thing protecting him and Chase from Anti’s persistent attacks.

Sean knew it would be insensitive, but he could feel the new ego’s presence nagging at him, and besides, maybe Chase and Marvin would like a new friend.

For the first time, an ego was made from pure, elated joy, rather than satire. Jameson Jackson graced the moving pictures with his charm and exuberance.

Naturally, Anti was furious. Furious at “Jack”, who, despite being a coma, created such a happy and kind character. On Halloween, of all days! His day! The glitch let his fury show that Halloween, and Jameson Jackson suffered the consequences.

The community balked at welcoming the gentleman from the 1920’s, fearing him to Anti’s plaything or even the glitch himself.

Sean calmed them down, welcoming Jameson as his new ego. Most of the community quickly fell in love with his cute and quirky mannerisms, but the rest still feared him to be evil. While Jameson sure didn’t show it, it broke his heart every time someone accused him of being with Anti.

Marvin and Chase were sceptical to welcome the new ego, but seeing how much being doubted and feared hurt the dapper gentleman, they quickly took him in, deciding that if Jameson wasn’t with Anti now, he would be if they continued to fear and isolate him.

Anti, on the other hand, couldn’t let go of the fact that some considered JJ to be evil. Even Sean played around with the idea. Finally, he decided to act. When JJ was alone, with the others on tour, Anti kidnapped him, intent on making a puppet out of him.

JJ’s disappearance crushed the last two egos. Marvin spent hours searching for the glitch, but he found his powers faltering. Chase looked into it, and realized that JJ wasn’t the only ego not trusted. They were all under fire, Marvin especially. Chase never brought it up with Marvin, but the magician found out soon enough. Not unlike JJ, he did his best to hide his pain.

May came, and Sean couldn’t stand his egos suffering. It was honestly starting to get to him too. So he acted in his own way. Dressing like the doctor, he posted a new video and picture of Schneep.

The fandom took it as a sign that the doctor was alive, and their love certainly brought good news to Marvin and Chase. Both could feel the doctor’s presence. Schneep was alive. They didn’t know where he was, but he was alive.

Disaster struck again, later that month. As Sean experienced with new games and possible storylines, some of the fandom began to suspect Chase of villainy. Was he with Anti? Did he kill his family? The stress of being Jack, along with the accusations, slowly chipped away at Chase and he began using alcohol as a coping mechanism. Anti made his move. With the vlogger drunk and off his guard, he quickly baited him into thinking his kids had been attacked, then spirited Chase away.

Now it was just Marvin left. He had to do everything now, from looking after the channel, protecting and caring for Jack, to surviving Anti. He was nothing more than a shell of the confident magician he used to be. Exhaustion and loneliness caused his magic to suffer, and yet, he persisted.

Sean did try to enter the realm again, but other ventures pulled him away from the world, and he found himself too swamped with his own thriving life to help Marvin. But seeing the magician so downcast broke his heart, so...

He tried another little trick. Ego Art Weeks, during the summer, when many artists weren’t swamped with work and school. The fandom celebrated joyously, showing passion and beauty for the egos.

One by one, Sean could feel their strength returning, despite being in Anti’s clutches. It let him know his creations, his egos, his friends, were still alive.

Marvin was a little scared at first when he felt his powers returning like wildfire. He didn’t know who was helping him, but he appreciated it. But, he could use a little more help…

When the weeks were over with, Marvin began to work. He hijacked the posts, leaving Anti’s marks all over them. A little sign, hinting at what had happened.

The community panicked, fearing Anti had attacked. Anti responded by spreading the fire and posting some fanart of him on Sean’s Tumblr. Sean was locked out of his account for a week as Marvin and Anti fought over the Tumblr.

As summer dies down, a war still wages. Marvin the Magnificent hangs by a thread, living a lie, protecting his friend, waiting for the glitch bitch to show his face again.

Antisepticeye persists but can never quite break his “puppets”.

They’re all alive. They’re all still out there. B̷̡̜̫̲̜̰̹̼̦͇͈̎͘ͅů̵̹͖̟̘̟̮̘̜̬̖̯̺͎͚̑̔͒͐̏̈́̔̈́͜͠t̷̲̞͙̯̻̜͋͛ ̸̧̨̛̜͕͎̲̹͍͈̮̻̙̠͑̔͐̈͜ŵ̷̧̛̛͍͐͂͐̾̉̊̾̚ḩ̸͓̙̮̝̩͚͍̜̃́͋͛̐̉e̴̮͆̉͋̄́̅́̈́̌̌͆̚̕ņ̷̫͉͕̤͇̗̟͙͂͛ ̵̡͖̳̹̯̹͉͖͆w̸͚̼͚̳͐͒̆̓͆͐̎̕͘͝͠i̷̺̜̗̎́̈́͋̇̌̈̕l̷̢̢̡̛̲̣̟̖̹̺͇̞̖̆̓̓͐́̋̃͒́͒̀̅̂̚ͅl̵̢̼͚͚̯̹̟̞̻͚͛̋͒̌̍̏̐̀͋̆̚͜͝͝͝ͅ ̴͕̟͎̱͖̎̉̆̓̚͠͝ͅw̴̢̳̹̮̪̗͓͙̣̬̆͛̆̇̆̊͜e̴̛̟͇̭̦̟͚̠̥̭̗͎͍̐̐͘ͅ ̵̧͔͚̖̺̘͉̈́̂̓͛̇̄̃́̓̒̄́̚͠͝s̴͚̓͗̂͗̈͂̕̚͝͠ͅe̵͇͎͓̲̰͕̗̼̝͐͜ͅẻ̶͙̫̰̙̗̖͔̮̳̬̞͗̀͐͌̊͊̈̒͑̚ͅ ̴̣̹͖̻̰͓̈̀͌̄͂̏̐̅̽̉̽̎̋̚͜͝t̸̢̲̟͇̪̩̪̼̗̖͚̭͔̑͗̂̾͘͜ͅḫ̸̛͚̠̠͇̤͕̭͓̀͊̐̒̊͂̽̈̀͑̊̓̚ḝ̷̲̙̹̪̦̗͍̻͖͍̽̋͊͛ṃ̸̏ ̷̛̛̣̫̻̭̙̦̙̙͚͖̀͛̈́͛͊̒͗̐̉̀͜͝͝͝ą̵̱̣̖͙̮̹̱̩͕͑̀̓̄̂́͠ĝ̶̛͈̜̭͓̤̽̂̆̈́͝à̵̛̪̲̲͈͓̮̪̻͈͔͇̓͂̽͑̉͊̀̓͒͛̚ͅi̶̧̛͇̬̖̖̙͚̰̘̝͖͈̖͕̜̿͛̇̒̈́̓̐̓̓̇̔͝ņ̴͕̙̺̞͓́̈́̂̇́̓̚?̴̡̛̺͚̯̞̖̪̓̍͛͜͝

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mrjamesie · 5 years ago

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Persona 5 Royal Thoughts

I just finished the game a few hours ago and just in that state where I’m feeling empty and not sure what to do with myself. So I’m just gonna jot down some random thoughts, specifically on the characters and events involved in the 3rd semester.

Overall, I just really love this game, the character’s and it’s story and I’m gonna miss it very much and I don’t know if Persona 5 Scramble is gonna help much with this feeling. Really thankful that Atlus decided to come out with Royal and I basically got to capture that feeling of playing this wonderful game again for the first time.

Sumire Yoshizawa

- Sumire’s confidant and story overall was really amazing. I was honestly spoiled a bit early on that there was a character named Sumire, but I never expected “Kasumi” was really Sumire early on. Just all the little hints scattered throughout the story that you only see in hindsight, or how seeing her ID changed your cognition to only see her as Kasumi was executed really well.

- Her gradual progression from thinking so down on herself, to having faith in herself and her abilities is relatable but also something I wish I could do. It really is much easier to run away and forget or break down and want to be someone else. But it’s impossible to do that forever, so like Sumire, sooner or later we all need to face our demons and they illustrated that wonderfully with Sumire’s confidant

- Her character as a whole also pulled on my heart so much that I decided that she’d be the one I ended up dating. I don’t know if it’s because of the game sorta actively shipping her and Joker together or what, but I just really like their chemistry. It also helps that she is the only female confidant that actively confessed her feelings, not to mention Joker’s reaction to it right after with leaning in so close to her.

- I’m kinda upset but I managed my time improperly and somehow didn’t get my showtime with her. I’m trying to not be too upset with it but it’s a bit hard to say the least.

- I also wish she got a proper goodbye on the final day, but oh well I still overall enjoyed her a confidant so much and her overall role in the story.

- It really was amazing that if not for her cognition being changed, she really wouldn’t have met Joker, and events definitely would’ve been different.

Goro Akechi

- I honestly did not like Goro in my first playthrough of vanilla P5. I refused to use him in my party and sold all his gear, because I was highly suspecting he’d betray and I was right

- However, after seeing,liking, reblogging month’s worth of content and fanart surrounding him I was slowly coming around to him prior to the release of P5R.

- Once I started going through his confidant I started to appreciate him a bit more, but I still didn’t use him in Sae’s palace. When I fully maxed out his confidant and had that 1v1 I thought his confidant was amazingly reworked, and that damn he was actually being treated a lot better by Atlus. By the time Shido’s palace came around I just felt bad for the poor guy.

- By the time he came back for Maruki’s palace I kept him in my part and then I really started to like him. He was just so bloodthirsty and reckless and he never held back. I guess that’s maybe why I didn’t like him prior? cause he’d always have that smug facade. Also his showtime with Joker is so cool, like his and Sumire’s showtimes take the prize. Still wish I got to see her’s though in my playthrough :(

- Everytime he opened his mouth against Maruki it was clear that he wouldn’t hold back anymore even if it was at the cost of his life and I just really respect that. And I love that he’s always pushing Joker to do the same in a way.

- Overall I’m sad that he faded away, unless the final scene means otherwise. I may not like the things he did, but overall I respect him and I wish things were worked out different for him

Takuto Maruki

- You can’t help but feel bad for Maruki as the story progresses. Just all the unfortunate things that happened to his loved ones and his powerlessness. You really feel for and empathise with him. And it makes it almost easy to understand where he’s coming from. All he wants is no-one to go through what Rumi or her family went through ever again, through any means possible and that in itself is an admirable goal.

- By the end of the game, when he’s trying to use his powers on the world you can honestly say it wouldn’t be that bad. Everyone happy? Noone gets hurt sounds pretty good. But as pointed out in the game, it’s akin to running away. And yes it is an option when faced with tragedy and it’s easy. But you can’t do it forever and though it may be hard it is not impossible to face the past and move on, especially with enough support. They just really honed in on that point.

- As the boss fight proceeds through it’s face you just feel worse and worse for trying to defeat Maruki especially with THAT song playing. You legitimately feel bad for facing off against him, but it had to be done and like Goro I wish maybe things could’ve turned out differently. I’m just glad in the end Maruki stopped running and decided to keep pressing onwards wholeheartedly as a taxi driver. I imagine he’d be doing his best talking to his passengers helping them from their day to day. At least I hope so.

Plot

- Really did not expect that Maruki was the one that brought back Goro, and didn’t think that the choices I made during the game were that ones that made Maruki do it. That plot twist came out of nowhere and I’m happy with how it played out. Now that’s how you do a plot twist.

- Kinda sad the ending was just them seeing him off at the station, and not the whole gang going back to Joker’s hometown with him, but I assume it was to set up for Persona 5 Scramble, maybe?

- As I mentioned before, still sad that Sumire didn’t get a good bye scene or an item or anything, but oh well what can you do

- I was surprised that they’re all giving the whole gang new goals to strive for and basically having everyone go their own paths. But it makes sense and it was needed. They couldn’t have the group just be defined for their Phantom Thieves actions and I like that change. I especially loved that during the credits, they displayed each character doing their own thing. Was really touching.

- Speaking of the ending, I was just so sad as the credits rolled by, and another tearjerker by Lyn started playing. I’m not gonna play it again anytime soon but I won’t get to see them again in a new light until Scramble, and even then there’s no Sumire, or Akechi supposedly so sigh.

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