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myobsessionsspace · 7 months ago

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Hello! Now that we've seen all eight episodes and Jimin and JK didn't take a single opportunity to "bro" up their relationship, no "when we get married to women I hope we're still friends" conversation, do you think AYS was a soft launch? Or did it just feel like one because that's the natural by-product of seeing Jimin and JK together without (much) third party interference?

Hi lovely,

Thank you for sending this in.

I haven’t done any write ups on my feelings after each episode like many have. There’s been much said that I agree with, so Ididn’t really have anything new to add.

Tbh I’ve done a Masterlist for all things AYS also including the write ups of 2 bloggers here that I pretty much agreed and enjoyed their write ups. Both @akookminsupporter and @jmdbjk (thank you two again for agreeing to have your posts linked🥹)

Do I think the show was a soft launch? Sort answer no. Long answer mmmm no?lol😅🙈

⚠️Looooonnnnnnngggg essay of an answer incoming⚠️

I think with this show and all that it has around it has to be looked at through the eyes of Koreans and the type of shows they have in Korea. How the ‘bromance’ genre is generally accepted and the types of shows celebs and idols do in Korea.

Did you know many idol groups do RUN BTS! like shows, In The Soop and Bon Voyage like shows, shows where they become parents for a period of time to kids, shows where they get ‘married’ etc. Koreans see celebs and everything they do as entertainment for them. Two idols from a group of 7 travelling ‘alone’ sure, bromance, sure something BTS hasn’t done before but…

Tbh it’s not that unique. It’s not that outlandish.

I posted this previously

Close friends and famous actors going on a trip to Jeju, meeting with other friends and fishing together.

Tbh people may not view the show the same way that jikookers are. Jikookers have the added knowledge of everything in Jikook spaces that have previously been highlighted. So we see the inside jokes and know that this just adds to the long saga of Jikook and inside jokes, we see the hyung/dongsaeng dynamic get flipped on its head and we add it to the years long knowledge we have of Jikook and their unique bond.

I think there was some ‘bro’ energy. To be honest above anything else they’re goofballs and dudes. For as much tenderness as there was, there were ‘bro’ moments too, they are BFFs and young men after all. I think the show served different things for different viewers.

For casual viewers, those who know of BTS and we’re just interested in watching BTS content. Cos let’s be real, this isn’t a show you just are channel surfing and happen across. You have to search for this show, know of its existence, be recommended it or have been waiting to watch it. For those casual viewers, maybe or maybe not identifying as army, the show was just a fun, more adult, more slow paced BTS show. With two members that after watching the show, the viewer now realises are close close friends with more of a chingu friendship and would be shocked that it’s actual a hyung and dongsaeng (if they didn’t already know).

For these reactors, they kept verbalising ‘how close’ Jikook must be ‘good friends’ ‘close friends’ and ‘cute’. (click here if you want to check out the full thread on twit/x)

For army watching it, again it’s just to them, an opportunity to watch more BTS content. To enjoy the members travelling, eating and having fun, more of the in the Soop/Bon voyage that they’re familiar with. More of the skinship, playful, one big happy family that army know BTS to be.

A paraphrased collection of what was seen from army on twit/x

Jikookers having the time of our lives with all the tender and also sus af moments.

For Jikook shippers, the show is just a reaffirmation of what they already felt they knew about Jikook. More of an opportunity to see Jikook’s dynamic that they saw in bits and pieces from lives, fan cams, Bangtan bombs, memories and other BTS shows.

The show tbh isn’t really earth shattering in unveiling anything about Jikook to any of the demographics mentioned above casual fans, army or jikookers.

Depending on what sub group a viewer fits into, their perception of the show fits that.

I don’t think anyone really honestly, apart from exuberant jikookers truly think this show is Jikook’s soft launch.

I think by Korean standards the show isn’t outlandishly gay.

It’s got sus moments here and there like the majority of Bangtan content has had over the years. But on the whole, it is content that other groups have done in one way or another, other celebrities have done, were yes they do tease and flirt and joke about the ‘homoerotic’ atmosphere some setting bring, but due to the dominating culture of homophobia, none really honestly mean it or believe it to be gay or involving actual gay people. I don’t know if that makes sense what I’m trying to say?

I’ve written thoughts before on the show, how it made sense for it to happen for Jikook, how it’s not so out there for them to be filming a duo trip etc.

Musings

Thoughts

Pondering

👤“Everything comes back to GCF with you Jikooker🙄”

Me: Yes, Yes it does 💅

If you’ve got this far in the answer trust me, bare with me I’m going somewhere with this, it’s not just another opportunity to gush about GCFs😅🙈

Remember that Jimin loves travelling with Jungkook, he loved being GCF’s main model (no matter how embarrassed JK was at Jimin verbalising it to be the case and his denials😂)

Jimin made his little vlog of their Tokyo trip before he knew the kind of production Jungkook was making himself with his first ever GCF. They’ve always like travelling together and always like sharing it with army. They just didn’t have much opportunity.

Jungkook tweeting this whilst editing GCF Saipan.

Namjoon tweeting this whilst they were in Saipan.

What is AYS then?!!

I think AYS was just a matured continuation of Jikook jikooking. Their numerous selcas they’d share on twitter, their joint YouTube logs they’d do in the beginning, their back and forths they’d have on weverse every now and again.

This show was to me, I think, is just Jikook reaffirming everything they’ve always shown about themselves to army, that’s they’re intertwined, how many times have they said they are ‘you are me and I am you’.

They couldn’t do a subunit together, they had no time to do a cover song together, something I’m sure they would have loved to do in chapter two.

I just feel like they wanted to do something together in chapter two, because since the beginning of their careers, they’ve always made sure they carved out something within that highlighted the two of them. That was for the two of them.

Everyone had their own documentaries, appearances on shows or their own YouTube shows etc. Jikook too had their own docs, but they were the only to have their own show for the two of them.

I don’t think the show was a soft launch. I do think the show was another part in the long history of Jikook showing us, rather than telling us, they’re never to be divided. That the other is their source of joy, happiness and home and wherever they start, they’ll always end it with the other. Like we noticed FACE ended with Letter feat. Jungkook, Jimin’s doc ended with Jungkook, Jungkook’s doc ended with Jimin, they ended their free time travelling with each other before enlistment together and they ended their solo releases with Are You Sure?! capping it all off. Their show playing their solo songs whilst showing the two meeting together after it all.

That’s what I got from the show.

If the show was a soft launch, then enlisting together, their portions in their autobiography, their section in their monument’s documentary, GCF Tokyo…all those were soft launches too

Ultimately I think Jikook are intent on making one thing clear. Not the romantic state of their relationship. But the importantance of it full stop.

That they are important to each other AND the closest to each other. Anything else they aren’t (to me) addressing. But they are with this show and with every stage in their career, making sure it’s known that Jimin is of the utmost importance to Jungkook and Jungkook is of the utmost importance to Jimin.

Since the beginning

Thank you for this ask lovely. I don’t know if it was the answer you wanted but it’s what makes sense to me.

Thank you for anyone else that made it through this huge answer in its entirety 😩

It’d be great if anyone else wanted to give their view on this so we’re can share and discuss

💜

#Jikook #Anonymous Asks #AYS #Are You Sure?!

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theother-victoria · 7 months ago

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LOVE IS CONCOCTED FROM ESTERS AND KETONES- CH.01: AVENTURINE

SYNOPSIS: he never expected to find home again.

CHARACTERS: aventurine

TAGS: bittersweet veering more towards bitterness I’m sorry guys, menace aventurine, 2.1k+ wc,

TAGLIST: @tragedy-of-commons, @mitsvriii, @harque, @akutasoda, @flowery-jazz, @hazyue, @gabile18, @khoncore , @lxkeeeee , @mewnekoice-mecha , @nariism

NOTES: aven fans are allergic to happiness case in point: me

special thanks to @milksnake-tea for doing the math on how much a perfume bottle costs in the hsr-verse and @akutasoda and @phantovia for letting me use their ocs aika and yeri respectively! additionally thank u to my pookies @tragedy-of-commons, @akutasoda (once again), @https-sourlimes, and @kazuhaiku for proofreading this chapter!

M.LIST | FIRST | NEXT

The first of the new customers comes in on a slow Tuesday afternoon.

It’s just you and your two assistants in the shop. They’re restocking some of the bottles on the shelves and you’re in the lab as per usual, this time reformulating an old scent that didn’t sell well on its maiden voyage. You distantly hear the front door chime ring and the voices of your two assistants welcoming them.

You stare down at the flask in front of you on the table and the array of raw materials scattered around it. Eh, might as well get up and help out. You haven’t made any progress in the past half hour either.

With a sigh, you get up and unlock the door separating your lab from the store. Your usual greeting spills from your lips like you’re on autopilot.

“Welcome, dear customer. How can I be of assistance today?”

You trip over your words a little bit at the end as you take this customer’s appearance. On first impression, it’s a bit gaudy- like a peacock trying to impress. An expensive leather coat with fur like he’s trying to flaunt his wealth and a spade cutout right in the middle of the chest like he’s trying to draw attention to it. His face is also obscured by the brim of his hat and his pink sunglasses so you sadly can’t get a glimpse of his appearance. You haven’t seen him before- you’d remember a getup like that for sure.

“Nothing in particular. Just doing some window shopping.”

His voice is rich and syrupy like honey and it pulls you in. You don’t miss how your two shop assistants are eyeing him and you send them a look over your shoulder. They giggle under their breaths and scurry away to busy themselves around the shop.

He picks up a black tester bottle and sprays it a couple times around his pulse points before walking around the store again. It’s pricey, but it’s a popular perfume among young men, especially those that like to party from your observations. Not surprising, considering how creamy, spicy, and decadent it smells. It’s a crowd-pleaser.

One of your assistants, Aika, passes by with a box of perfume bottles that you received in an earlier shipment. She pauses and gives you a mischievous look.

“He’s hot,” she whispers as he passes by. “Looks like he’s interested in you too. I see him eyeing you up. Don’t pretend like you haven’t either.”

You merely glare at her, which she laughs at. He gives you a knowing look and a wink, further proving her point. You pointedly ignore it.

He seems happy with how the scent reacts with his skin chemistry and the dry down because he walks back to grab a bottle before setting it down by the register. You pause what you’re doing in the meantime to ring him up.

He hands his card over without a second thought. Black card, you note as you swipe it. It’s got some weight to it too. You catch a glimpse of the name on the card and the IPC logo in the corner before handing it back to him. Aventurine, of the IPC’s Strategic Investment Department. Now you have a name and affiliation to go with the face as well.

When you hand his card back, his gloved fingers ghost over your hand for a second longer than necessary. The warmth of his hand seeps through the thin leather and you have to force yourself to ignore it and bid him goodbye.

Another one of your shop assistants watches him go as well.

“You know, he didn’t seem like he particularly loved that perfume. Maybe he bought it just to get close to you?”

“Yeri…”

“Just saying. Don’t act like you didn’t notice it too.”

After that, he doesn’t leave you alone. You quickly learn that he’s an IPC executive, which takes you by surprise with how he’s attached to your hip at any given time. He’s still busy with work, but he spends a lot more time at your store than you’d expect- at least a visit or two every week. He always leaves with something as well. At this rate he’s going to have a bottle of every perfume in your store…

“He’s more like a… how do I put it? He’s more like a… clingy stray cat that you took pity on one day and it wouldn’t leave your side after that,” you complained to your shop assistants one day during lunch. Aika snorts and steals a bite of your food.

“No harm in playing along with him. He’s rich, after all. Savor this opportunity.”

He also likes to flirt with you and hog up all your free time. He’ll walk in with a loud declaration of “(Name)! I’m back!” and wrap his arms around your shoulders and waist the moment he sees you. Over time, you’ve gotten used to it and you’ll do business as usual with a grown man clinging to you like some house cat.

(Your shop assistants still tease you relentlessly though.)

In return, you turn him into your unofficial guinea pig to test your upcoming perfumes on. He doesn’t mind. In fact, he seems to take pride in it.

You gently grab his wrist and spray something onto the exposed skin. He doesn’t resist- just lets you do your thing.

“Tell me your thoughts.”

“My friend, you already know what I’m going to say. Everything and anything you create is bound to sell out. When it comes to storytelling, your nose is unmatched.”

“Give me real constructive criticism, Aventurine. Stop trying to butter me up.”

“I’m being honest here!”

With the frequency of his visits, the distance between you quickly closes. He insists you refer to him by his name without any prefixes. You don’t particularly care what he refers to you by, but you’ll frequently catch him on the phone talking about “his beloved perfumer”.

One day when there are no customers in the shop, he comes in. There’s no loud proclamation of your name or the now-familiar sound of expensive leather shoes against the floor as he searches for you. He looks a little different as well. His hat is gone, as well as his pink sunglasses, letting you see his face unobstructed for the first time.

His eyes. They’re the first thing to draw you in. They’re a hypnotizing shade of magenta and blue that you’ve never seen before.

What pretty eyes, you think. But you avert your gaze in case he catches you staring. Strangely enough, he doesn’t meet your gaze. He takes a particular interest in the view outside the window even though he’s seen it a million times already.

You hand him a faceted golden bottle. The turquoise liquid inside swirls slightly as he examines it. A thin turquoise band runs around the circumference of the bottle and he hesitates. It looks a little familiar, for some reason…

“This is a new scent I created recently. Smell it and tell me your thoughts.”

He sprays it on his wrists before tentatively taking a whiff. Instantly, the scent of bergamot and the sea hits him.

No, the smell of home hits him. There’s a faint citrusy smell that smells vaguely familiar to a hardy fruit that bloomed on the scraggly trees during the spring and the earthy scent of sand hits him like a punch to the gut. He can still recall the sensation of the sand stinging his eyes from the harsh solar winds and how despite his sister’s best efforts, he could never fully get it out of his clothes and hair. It stuck to him like a second skin.

Sometimes, he finds himself wishing that he could’ve filled a bottle with sand and brought it with him so he’d always carry part of home, especially on those lonely nights.

Then comes the rain.

He can hear the sound of the rain hitting the rooftop of the tent he called home as a child where he’d celebrate a few lonesome birthdays, followed by the stench of iron and rot and the sickening squelch of his footsteps in the drenched sand as he flees, leaving everything he’s known and loved behind.

For some reason, he can taste the saltiness of the sea as well. But on a planet as desolate and barren as Sigonia-IV, there are no bodies of water. Is it the ocean or rather his tears instead?

He rubs his wrists together to make the top notes and memories dissipate faster. They fade to something richer and deeper, more opulent and decadent. More fitting for who he is now. The spicy scent of expensive alcohol is both familiar and sickening.

There’s a new syrupy sweet scent that emerges that meshes so well with the alcohol he almost doesn’t realize it’s there until he takes a second whiff. His eyes widen and he almost chokes on it.

Honey. It’s the sugary sweet scent of honey.

Even now, he still can’t escape his past.

He picks up on a resinous scent and if the honey made him feel nauseous, then the scent of amber makes him sick to his stomach. All for the Amber Lord. That damned phrase reminds him that he still isn’t free, imprisoned by gold and jewels instead of chains and shackles now.

The decadence and richness of the top notes have died down and it now smells warm and intimate, like a hug from a loved one. He thinks of his sister and the long nights he’d spent cuddled into her side to stave off the extreme cold. He can’t remember what her voice sounds like anymore, or what she smelled like, or how she even looked. But he remembers how safe, how loved, he felt in her embrace.

He hates every aspect of the scent. It’s too close for comfort. (Did you enlist the help of a Memokeeper for this?)

But he loves it at the same time. He’s heard the stories of how your perfumes are stories in their own rights, shifting from one scent to another to evoke foreign yet familiar emotions in the hearts of their wearers. He’s enjoyed all your perfumes so far, but hasn’t found something that really resonated with him up until now. Clearly, he’s underestimated your nose.

You fidget a bit, a little unnerved at his silence. He always has something to say. For him to be silent is so uncharacteristic.

“So… how is it?”

He continues to stay silent. His chest feels tight and his left hand has subconsciously clenched into a fist behind his back.

“I’ll take your entire stock.”

The words make it past the lump in his throat and he forces a smile.

You freeze.

“Sorry?”

“You heard me. I’ll take your entire stock.”

“... It’s still under development though…”

“I don’t care. Just don’t release it to the general public. How much per bottle?”

“The same as the rest of them. 112,000 credits for the full size.”

To your surprise, he hands his card over without a second word. After a moment of hesitation, you swipe it. The little ding tells you the transaction went through. Most, if not all, of your customers are wealthy. They have to be in order to afford your perfumes. But the top one percent of the one percent… they really are in a different realm.

“You do subscription services, right?”

Dumbfounded, all you can do is nod. He lets out a satisfied hum.

“Perfect. Sign me up for it.”

Sensing your shock, Yeri graciously takes over for you while you head to the back to process what just happened. This scent was just you messing around! If you did end up selling it, it would’ve only been in limited quantities because of how… unique it smells. Not as unique compared to some of your wares, but niche enough to separate it from your more palatable scents.

Yet here you are with a man that has already paid for and demanded several bottles… Better get to work then.

Your shop assistants have already finished processing the transaction and Aventurine is standing outside the store now. He gingerly lifts the bottle out from its packaging and sprays it a few times onto his pulse points. He knows he’s being greedy by hoarding all the bottles and not letting anyone else have it, but he doesn’t care. The delusional side of him thinks there’s no way this fragrance WASN’T crafted for him specifically. The notes, the bottle design, everything.

Fabric holds scent longer than skin does. His mind drifts to the old rag that was his father’s, safely stored away.

He won’t be able to return home for a long while. But this perfume must be what it’ll feel like when that day finally comes and his time runs out.

PERFUME NOTES (yes I am making a perfume for every character):

TOP NOTES: bergamot, petrichor, sand, sea notes

MIDDLE NOTES: tonka bean, sandalwood, vanilla, rum, bourbon, whiskey

BASE NOTES: honey, amber, skin musk, iso e super

INSPIRATION: Versace Eros, Initio Psychedelic Love, and Initio Side Effect

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ignisgalaxia · 9 months ago

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With the release of Prodigy season 2, the Trek fandom finally has an answer to what Chakotay's native ancestry is. He's Nicarao, a tribe from the western region of Nicaragua who actually share a common ancestry with the Nahua Aztecs of Mexico. The show even mentions the island of Ometepe specifically, which is the largest island in Lake Nicaragua made up of two volcanoes.

The reason this is so important to me is because my dad and his family are from Nicaragua. I’ve been getting more in touch with those roots over the last year or so, and I’ve found it very frustrating how there seems to be no Nica representation in media, at least not in the mainstream. But when I found out that Chakotay was a fellow Nica, I was literally bouncing off the walls. To think, one of my favorite characters has the same ancestry as me (well, almost, but I’ll get to that later)! When I told my dad, he laughed so hard because he never would’ve imagined.

But I haven’t seen a lot of people talking about this aspect. I get it, it’s a minuscule part of the wild ride that was season 2. But I’d really like us as a fandom to discuss this more. I mean, we literally don’t have to guess what tribe he’s from anymore!

So since nobody else has come forward, I am going to claim myself as the only member of the Voyager-Prodigy fandom with actual Nicaraguan ancestry, and am making this post to give firsthand information about the Nicarao and the nation as a whole.

Firstly, some context. My dad was born in Managua, the capital of Nicaragua, and lived there with his family until he was 7. Then they fled the country due to the Contra War that was going on. My grandfather was born and raised in Bluefields, a city on the country's Carribean coast, then went to college in Mexico where he met my grandmother. Neither of them are Nicarao, and are in fact very European (the DNA tests proved it). However, when they were all living in Managua, my grandparents had a handful of maids that worked for them (they had six kids they needed some help), and a couple of them were Nicarao. Specifically, they were natives from a village in the nearby mountains. So while I don't have info on natives from Ometepe, I do have some on the people in general.

The maids lived with my dad's family during the week and would go home to their village on the weekends. They primarily spoke Spanish, but he would occasionally catch them speaking in their native tongue which I assume is Nahua.

My dad recounted a time when the maids invited the family to their village for a day trip. He said they were living in Adobe houses and had lots of livestock (cattle, chickens, goats, etc) as well as horses, which he apparently rode for the first time there. He also said most of the natives had two primary weapons: a machete to cut crops and other vegetation, and a 22 single shot rifle. They used the rifles to shoot iguanas off trees. Iguanas and iguana eggs are a delicacy in Nicaragua that the natives are experts at making.

This is a direct quote from my grandmother when I asked her about what she remembered of them:

The people I knew, they were good and hard working people. Smart, happy, funny… they really are sociable, like to talk and say jokes invented with their mind and history. The women were skillful, knew how to survive. They cooked, cleaned, planted crops and vegetables. Good merchants, they really knew how to sell and buy.

I wish I had more info to share, but unfortunately season 2 could not have been released at a worse time because my grandfather has recently begun developing Alzheimer's or some other form of dementia and has been losing his memory over the last few months. Even when my dad and I were with him in May and I asked him to recount his earlier life, he repeated himself a few times since he evidently had forgotten he'd already told us those parts. If I had known how fast he’d be deteriorating, I would’ve started my work sooner.

If I do end up learning anything more from my relatives, I’ll update the post. For now, I hope this is of some use to people. And if anyone has questions about Nicaraguan culture in general, I’ll be happy to pass them along to my dad.

#my posts #star trek #voyager #prodigy #star trek voyager #star trek prodigy #chakotay #native american #nicaragua #nicarao

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janinatrashcan · 3 months ago

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Knights of Guinevere mini-theory

So, GLITCH has just teased their first voyage into the realm of 2D animation, Knights of Guinevere! And it’s a sci-fi psychological thriller created by the Dana Terrace? Safe to say, I’m excited for the pilot to drop later this year!

But in all this excited buzz, I haven’t seen many people speculating on what this story could potentially be about just yet. So, with what little information we have, I’m gonna try and take a crack at it!

In a teaser image GLITCH released the day before, they showed a wall of dilapidated posters advertising meeting the Princess (presumably the title character, Guinevere) at a place called Park Planet. I’m guessing that this place is a sort of amusement park like DisneyLand or Universal Studios, where you can have meet and greets with some of the mascots. The posters being torn up and graffitied over could also mean that Park Planet’s probably been losing favor over time, and as to why, I have no idea yet, but deeply earth-destroying pollution is my best guess for now, based on the blue lungs poster.

Now we move on to the teaser itself, which shows us Guinevere sleeping peacefully on a stone bed surrounded by flowers and all her cute little fairytale friends, and when she starts to stir, it cuts to a very messed up amalgamation of a person, with doll like limbs and tentacles where a right arm would be, screaming and flailing as she starts wake up strapped down to an operating table, with the people around her trying (and most likely failing miserably, due to all the screams) to keep her down. We cut back to the princess waking up in her happy world, smiling as screams are still heard in the distance, before cutting to the title card.

So, what could this actually mean for a potential story? Well, I think that the Princess Guinevere and the mystery experiment woman are one and the same. Maybe the stellar folks at Park Planet were looking for a way to drum up some attention from the public, something to “wow” them. And what better way to garner attention than to create a living version of your iconic mascot, something that has certainly never gone wrong ever?!

To get this to work effectively, they might’ve inserted artificial memories/perceptions into the real Guinevere’s head of her more cutesy reality and self, then put her in a deep sleep and got to work making her just right for the public. But, for some reason, this failed, and she started waking up long before they were finished, yet still retains her idyllic fairytale perception of the world, and probably doesn’t realize what’s happening just yet. Maybe as time goes on, it’ll tackle Guinevere grappling with the happy reality she knows vs. the tragic and painful reality she’s living, and how she learns to deal with it.

But who knows? I could be wildly off base, but in the meantime, all we can do is speculate as we wait for the pilot’s release, and support Dana and her wonderful team.

Have a good day/night everyone!

#glitch productions #glitch #upcoming series #knights of Guinevere #kog #Knights of Guinevere theory #kog theory #dana terrace

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sleepanonymous · 3 months ago

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If you liked the Teeth of God Graphic Novel and would like more cosmic horror fiction to consume, I would recommend:

Movies (also short stories/novels)

The Color Out of Space

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Originally a short story by HP Lovecraft, “The Color Out of Space” was made into a film in 2019, directed by Richard Stanley. Essentially a meteorite that crashes into a farm in Massachusetts begins to infect life around it with a new color. It’s way better than I make it sound. Think “Evil Dead Rise” meets “The Thing.” I don’t want to give away too much, but Nick Cage and Tommy Chong are in the movie, so you know it’s outrageous.

Annihilation

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The novel (the first of 4) was published in 2014 by author Jeff VanderMeer, and the movie was released in 2018, directed by Alex Garland. I haven’t read the novel or the “Southern Reach” series, but the movie is easily one of my top favorite horror films. Similar to "The Color Out of Space", a “meteor” crashes on a beach of a wildlife preserve in Florida, creating an anomaly known as Area X, or The Shimmer. Also similar to “The Color Out of Space”, all life inside the anomaly is affected and altered (Crosby, Stills & Nash begins to play solemnly in the background). Funnily enough, the author denies any and all correlation to Lovecraft’s short story.

The Mist

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Created by Stephen King, the movie was directed by Frank Darabont. It’s undeniably King, so that depends on if you’d like this novella/film or not. Less space and more interdimensional, “The Mist” is about a catastrophic storm/supposed military experiment gone wrong, which created a tear in the space-time continuum that unleashes multidimensional horrors. I haven’t seen the show, but I have read the novella and seen the 2007 movie. Unlike the two recommendations above, “The Mist” focuses less on an affliction to biology and more on the people attempting to survive with heavy religious undertones. I personally preferred the novella to the film.

Event Horizon

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Opposite to the above three, this was a movie first and then was adapted into a novel. The film came out in 1997, and was directed by Paul WS Anderson. The novel adaptation was written by Steven E. McDonald and released the same year. This one is less “cosmic horror comes to Earth” and more “humans go to the cosmic horror” in a basic sense. “Event Horizon” is about a space vessel (😏) by the same name that is capable of interdimensional travel in order to make otherwise impossible space voyages. The vessel disappeared for several years before suddenly turning up orbiting Neptune while issuing an SOS call. The story follows a space crew who goes to investigate what happened and are met with The Horrors™. The film unfortunately fell victim to the Hollywood machine, but still has a lot of potential and can give you a lot to think about.

The Thing

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Since I mentioned it previously, I thought I’d recommend it as well. “The Thing” is a classic, though small-scale, cosmic horror story. If you haven’t seen/read any version of it, I highly recommend the 1982 John Carpenter version. There's also the original 1951 film, “The Thing from Another World,” which is based on the novel “Who Goes There?”, and a 2011 remake. The novel and original film take place in Alaska, but the latter adaptations are based in Antarctica. The basic plot is a scientific team discovers an alien spacecraft/organism frozen in the ice, and the ultimate game of "Among Us" ensues.

The Void

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“The Void” is a 2016 film directed by Steven Kostanski and Jeremy Gillespie. According to reviews, you’re either going to love this film (like me) or hate it. This movie is based more around the occult and an eldritch being versus something from space, but does have similar tones and elements to all of the above recommendations and the graphic novel. This is the only film to not have a novel/written counterpart. It also has absolutely disgusting (/positive) practical effects.

ARGs:

Local 58 TV

This ARG is comprised of several YouTube videos designed to look like recordings from a local American television station spliced with cosmic horror. I don’t want to give away to much because all the videos are superb, but there is definitely something funky going on with the moon.

The Sun Vanished

This ARG originated on Twitter and follows a user who woke up one morning to find that the sun has vanished and the world has been plunged into chaos. Since the social media site has become increasingly unfavorable under its new owner, I’ll leave you with a link to a full 4+ hour YouTube narration below (I know it’s long but it's so worth it).

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Video Games:

Dead Space

The original video game was released in 2008 by EA, and was remade in 2023. There are also two game sequels, an art book, novel, several comics, and a graphic novel linked to the franchise. I personally have only played the first game and the 2023 remake, and the premise is the player character is part of a search and rescue team for a spaceship that has an alien artifact called The Marker on board. It has a similar plot in the beginning to “Event Horizon” and also has religious/occult undertones like in “The Mist” and "The Void." Also Vessel from Sleep Token played this game.

#sleepanon rant #cosmic horror media rec that nobody asked for edition #instead of writing a review i made this instead #hey vessel do you wanna have a movie night with me 👉👈🥺#i wouldn’t mind rewatching these with you #sleep token #teeth of god graphic novel #youtube video #cw flashing #cw gore #cw body horror

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sweetcocopowder · 1 year ago

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"I've missed your touch" Haytham x Reader? 👉👈

Prompt 3 | Haytham Kenway x Male Reader

Synopsis: You've been away for far too long and you come back realizing that Haytham wants you more than you realize.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Le smut. Blowjob. Hand job. Slight manhandling. Marking.

Notes: Thank you for the request!! I hope you don't mind that i chose to go with a male reader, was just easier to write with. Please enjoy!!

Thomas Hickey’s bark of a laugh makes you visibly wince. Even though you try your best not to, the sound is horrific. It’s more on the lines of a hack with mucus stuck in the back of his throat than anything else and you find it revolting. You can’t help it but your lip curls up ever so slightly as your eyes drift over to him. He swings back on his chair before coming back with the legs coming down with a loud clash. It’s as if the Green Dragon goes silent for a moment before the choir of voices arise up again.

Hickey points at you with a finger while still holding his ale in hand, “You got chased by dogs!?” He shouts out a little too loudly.

“Singular,” you correct. “It was one dog.”

“Mate,” Hickey grins wickedly, “I don’t think that makes it any better.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help but catch the Grandmaster’s dark blue gaze appointed to you. He has his hands clasped together in front of his mouth and his tricorn sits low over his face. But you can still see his gaze fixed upon you.

Lazy like, he looks away and gestures a hand out to Hickey, “And what have you done in the month while my tracker has been on his trek these past six months?”

That cuts Hickey short. He’s the only one at this table with you and Haytham and you don’t understand why? Well, you do to some degree. He’s here for the women and the ale fifty percent of the time. The other fifty? You have no clue what he does for Haytham’s cause or how he keeps his worth but he obviously does something right.

You’ve met Gist once and as much as you wouldn’t put them in the same category, that man is a drinker himself. Yet, he’s still able to keep his worth clearly to any passerby. Goes about travelling with that Irishman most of his days now. Haven’t seen him in a good few years.

Hickey tries to defend him, “I’ve been-“

“I know what you’ve done,” Haytham says with a raised hand. “Thank you, Thomas.”

Hickey looks to you up and down with a scowl and sets his ale aside. He stands from his chair, making it scratch against the floorboards loudly before dismissing himself to the Grandmaster. You’re quite surprised that no one else has showed up yet for your arrival back. Maybe most have forgotten about you. Or they’re away.

You can’t truly blame them though. You’re not a true part of the Templar cause. You’re a messenger, an information collector that gets paid by how important the job is. You wouldn’t compare yourself to that voyager Captain Cormac but the others have. But only by the way that both of you skip and hop around the place like a rabid dog. Unable to stick to one place for too long.

But it’s what you get paid for. Heading all the way out west and south to retrieve information for Haytham. It can be tiresome some months but most days it’s worth it. Seeing all the sights that America has to give.

But all of Haytham’s attention is on you now. He stands up slowly before looking you over. Something he’s been doing all day ever since you jumped off your horse coming back into Boston. You had to come all the way from Lower Louisiana with important French intel. Something Cormac wasn’t able to do since he’s up north. Probably still is since he’s not currently present.

You don’t want to hold a grudge against the poor man but it’s very hard when you’ve barely seen Haytham. The urge to reach out and touch is an itch that won’t go away. But, for the sake of Haytham’s reputation, you keep to yourself. The last thing Haytham wants is someone to see him with a man. You adjust your specks, pushing them up your nose. Maybe one day things will change.

The Grandmaster holds out a hand, gesturing towards the stairs. “Walk with me?” He asks with a small hint of amusement.

You nod your head gently, “Of course.”

Leading the way down the stairs and out the door, you can’t help but let your shoulders ease with relief. A brief touch on your upper arm has you looking to Haytham with a solum expression, even though you feel your chest constrict within you. It’s been too long since you’ve seen him. He hasn’t changed a bit but you may say the lines around his eyes have gotten a bit more prominent. But it suits him.

“Come,” is all Haytham says before making his way down the street.

Blunt as always. That’s something you haven’t missed. With your hands behind your back, you walk after him. You keep your tongue still, not wanting to overstep or speak out of turn. Despite him telling you that he’s a high society man in the past, you’ve seen him break into too many places to count, kill without remorse and cause chaos in the middle of the street. Something that has you rolling your eyes every time.

But something you did not expect is for Haytham to step down the way of his own estate. You’ve only been here once and that was a good few years ago now. All your other little inquiries with Haytham have been held… elsewhere. It should leave a sour taste in your mouth but with each passing travel, you find yourself yearning for the man more. Even though sometimes he feels so far away when he’s right beside you.

Haytham Kenway’s estate is a two storey building on the outskirts of Boston. You can only guess to keep away from everyone else. But with the rate this place is growing he soon might be surrounded by other houses and properties. Most likely outshining Haytham’s in every way possible. But that’s the future.

You bring your eyes down to Haytham opening the door for you. His tricorn is off his head and he gesture inwards with it for you to enter first. You hum softly as you enter into Haytham’s home. And instantly, the smell of foxing books and tea leaves invades your nose. It’s almost overpowering but it’s almost familiar. The door clicks behind you softly.

“So, what matters did you want to discuss, sir?” You ask as you loosen your cravat from your neck.

A hand presses into the small of your back and you can’t help but stiffen up. You look to Haytham as he comes to your front, feeling around your waist until he stops on your stomach.

“There are no, important matters,” Haytham slurs out. “Only you.”

You can’t help but stifle out a laugh as you place a hand over his. He raises a brow to you, that concerned look coming over his features. This is not the man that you met earlier today. His eyes are too soft now, not the hard dark blue that could stop anyone in their tracks.

“You haven’t missed me that much have you?” You asks with a lilt of cockiness in your voice. It’s hard not to have it there, not with the way that Haytham looks to you now.

“Hmm, I would say as much,” Haytham hums out.

With nimble fingers, the hand on your stomach comes up and plucks your specs off your nose. You watch intensely as he folds them up in one hand before putting them off aside. You truly hate it when he does that because everything becomes a little fuzzy around the edges. But the way he looks at you is something that’s worth the minor inconvenience.

You finally reach out and unclasp the clip to his coat. It falls heavily to the ground with a heavy thud. Your hand touches his neck before caressing up his cheek. He grips your hand and pulls it away to kiss your palm. What a sweet man.

“Do you wish to-“ before you can even finish your sentence, Haytham brings you closer for a desperate kiss. One fill with teeth and tongue. But, you return it all the same with a hand gripping into his dark hair undoing that red bow he always has tied in it. He groans into the touch, a sound you savour all the same.

He pushes you backwards into the wall, almost knocking a painting off its hook. Haytham never parts from you though as his hands waver and venture down your chest, undoing every button on your vest in his path. The vest is discarded with your shirt coming next. You suddenly feel very exposed as his dark eyes look over you.

“This ain’t fair, Haytham,” you push him backwards with a hand on his chest. He complies, taking small steps backwards into the living room. Inches away from the fancy lounge he has, he grabs your hand and takes it from his chest.

“Many things aren’t fair, dear,” Haytham says.

You can’t help but scowl as he turns you around and pushes you backwards onto the lounge instead. You land with an oof onto the soft couches. You should be upset but the way that Haytham grips onto the back of the lounge as he leans over you with that look, it’s very hard to feel that way. Especially when everything you’re feeling is travelling down below, filling out in your pants.

Haytham comes down onto the couch, a leg coming between your own and pressing against your crouch. You can’t help the hiss that escapes from mouth. It’s been a while since you’ve let anyone touch you. And when a large hand kneads you through your pants, the groan that comes from your throat is savoury.

“What have your thoughts have me been? Since I’ve been away all this time?” You ask with a grin.

Haytham looks to you and you can see so many thoughts run behind his eyes. He leans down and kisses your neck, your jaw and then your lips.

“Many things,” he whispers deeply.

You lightly grab his face, making him look at you. “Show me,” you whisper back before kissing him deeply.

Clothes are striped off at an alarming rate and Haytham’s actions become desperate. His calloused hands run over your frame as soon as you’re free of your clothing. And the shivers that run down your spine has goosebumps littering your skin. He kisses you again deeply, biting at your bottom lip and sucking. His bites and kisses venture to your neck where it almost feels like as if he’s tasting you.

You grab onto the back of his neck and drag him down further onto the couch. He has to hold onto the back of the lounge to stop himself from falling over you. You bid yourself to think and open your eyes to take in the view in front of you. The muscles on his back twitch and move as his hands feel every inch of you. You take him in the best you can as he sucks and latches himself onto your neck. A hand wraps itself around your aching cock and your eyes roll up to the ceiling.

“Haytham,” you breathe out. “Please.”

He comes up and latches onto your lips again, deep and wet. His mind is probably a blur right now because yours is too. You get lost in the pure pleasure swirling in your gut and fogging your head. You grip onto his sides, your nails digging in as the hand that’s on your cock quickens it’s pace. Your back arches slightly off the couch as he squeezes at the base before stroking back up and flicking the bead of precum that’s leaking from you. It has you panting and holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

Haytham breaks off, breathing heavily into your cheek. He grinds down onto you and you can feel his own excitement rub up against your own.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathe out into his skin. “I’ve missed your touch, Haytham.”

Haytham returns that with another kiss as if he can’t get enough of you. You grip onto his hair, tugging at his locks that earn you a deep growl. Being like this, you miss it so damn much it hurts. You earn for him too much when you’re off on your little expeditions that it’s becoming a problem. You just hope that Haytham doesn’t send you away again on another six month journey. Because you don’t think you’ll survive this one with the way he makes you feel.

And seeing him like this, desperate to touch you. Desperate to taste you. Oh, it does so many things to you. And with him moving off the couch and guiding your hips with him, your heart does a flip. He sits on his knees in front of you, the Grandmaster of the Templar Order with your cock a breath away from his kiss swollen lips. The sight is something that no one will ever get to see but you.

“This is what I’ve wanted, dear,” Haytham almost whispers. “I’ve missed this too much for my own good.”

Only you.

You grip a hand into his hair again and guide him down onto your cock. He takes you beautifully and you grind your teeth, hoping to hold out for a few minutes more. But the way that Haytham sucks and bobs his head at your bidding is almost too much. His hands grip into your thighs painfully and you know there will be bruises there later. But it’ll be a reminder to today. Something you love to see in the mirror.

All for you. And only you.

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galaxymagitech · 3 months ago

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Witch Hunt

Written for @casscainweek Day 6 - Past | Future

I considered letting this fade into obscurity, but I mentioned my attempts to write kissing on this blog, so I figured I should share the result.

Summary: Ever since Bruce left on a voyage back to Europe and Bane stepped in as governor, things have been tough. But now that the mysterious Red Hood has arrived in town, Cass knows that it will only get worse. AKA my attempt at an AU with vaguely 1690s New England vibes. Historical accuracy not included.

Characters: Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Joker, Bane, cameos of other Batfamily members

Relationship: Cassandra Cain/Stephanie Brown

Warnings: Minor sexism and homophobia, canon-typical violence, kissing

You can read it here or on AO3!

Claire Clover is Gotham Girl's civilian name, and Red Hood/Jester refers to the Joker (Joker as a card was not a concept that existed in the 1690s).

They dress in the dark. Cassandra stands inches away from Steph as she buttons her lover’s waistcoat, feels the rise and fall of Steph’s chest beneath her hands, the warmth of Steph’s breath on her lips. But she can’t see the smile that she knows has placed itself on Steph’s face, and for that, she’s grateful.

“I think this is a good thing,” Steph says, smoothing out the coarse fabric that rests on Cass’s shoulders. “Ever since Bruce and the others left…”

Cass steps back, turning away from Steph. She pulls her hair—shorter than any of the other women’s hair—up into a bun. Before Bruce left, before Bane stepped in as governor, Cass would wear her hair down, weaving in bright flowers, while Steph would tie her blonde curls back with pretty purple ribbons. In the Old World, this would be unheard of, but here in Gotham, the rules were different. Under Bane, though, they wear coifs and hats, hiding their hair like it’s shameful.

“You haven’t seen more than a glimpse of the Red Hood,” Steph says. “Perhaps you should give him a chance.”

But Cass does not need more than a glimpse to know that this man is no savior. His promises of a better future for their town, of a solution that will please the Almighty, of an end to the brutal storms and constant thievery, are all lies. The Red Hood’s body sang for blood as he walked, practically skipped, through the meetinghouse that day he first came into town. And the flash of teeth beneath his hood was more than enough to reveal the wolf that Bane has let into their midst. “I have…seen enough,” Cass says, still turned away.

A scrape, and then a warm light flows through the room. Cass turns around reluctantly to meet Steph’s pleading eyes as the other girl sets the candle dish down on the wooden dresser. “You’re afraid,” Steph says, raising a hand to Cass’s cheek. Cass does not lean into the warmth, but she does not pull away either. She wishes she could find comfort from it.

“Yes,” Cass says. Her gaze flickers across Steph’s face. She can see the flicker of the candlelight in Steph’s eyes. “You are too.” Not afraid of the Red Hood, but afraid all the same. The other townsfolk are scared too. Cass and Steph have been trying to fix things, but with Bruce and the others gone back across the ocean to find his son and seek healing for Barbara, it is the two of them against powers far beyond their control. Of course Steph wants a solution. Cass does too. But not this one. Not the type of solution the Red Hood can offer.

“The Red Hood may overpromise, but he has the ear of the congregation. We need allies, Cass.”

“We have each other,” Cass says, taking Steph’s hands and feeling Steph’s calloused fingers against her palms.

And they do have each other. Each other is more than Cass had when she fled from her father’s cruel hand and her own bloody guilt, when she wandered the wilds as a young girl, when she stole aboard Bruce’s ship headed for the New World. But even so, each other will not be enough this time. Cass can see the road laid out before them, written in the townsfolk’s fear-filled bodies. She knows what is going to happen—if not today, then in a week or, at most, a few months.

This could be the last time Cass holds Steph’s hands in hers.

Steph steps away. “We do,” Steph says, even as her fingers slip from Cass’s grip. “So, you don’t need to be so worried. Whatever happens, we will fight together.”

Cass hopes not.

“And Bruce should return within the month,” Steph adds. “We won’t have to put up with that bastard of a governor for much longer.”

But a month is time enough to ruin lives. Especially now that the governor has invited the Red Hood in. “Listen,” Cass says. She closes her eyes to block out her sight and focus on her words. She remembers sitting across from Barbara as the ship rocked on the waves, practicing moving her lips and throat and tongue until she sounded something resembling human. Even now, Cass struggles with words. That marks her, she knows. When people are scared, they point fingers. And inevitably, their fingers will point to her.

“I’m listening,” Steph says, her voice warm and solid.

“Bruce will need help.”

“When he returns,” Steph agrees. “And we’ll help him.”

Cass shakes her head. That is not what she is trying to say at all. “You have to—to be here.”

“We’ll both be here for him.”

“You.” Cass taps a finger against Steph’s chest.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, Cass,” Steph admits.

Cass’s arms fall to her sides. She clenches her fists in frustration. “You are important,” Cass says eventually.

“And you too.” Steph doesn’t understand. Not yet. Cass prays that she will when the time comes. “Come on. We should eat before the town meeting.”

***

By the time they’ve finished their cornmeal and washed their bowls, the sun has fully risen. Cass and Steph set off for the meetinghouse. They trudge silently through the thick layer of snow over the ground, staying close for warmth. “It will snow,” Steph says, looking up at the sky’s heavy clouds.

Cass nods. Her luck has never been good.

When the pair arrives within site of the meetinghouse, they subtly shift farther away from each other. Hiding. Cass hates it. (She knows it is necessary, even though it would not have been while Bruce was governor. She also knows it will not do her much good. But Steph—for Steph, it could mean the difference between life and death. Cass is grateful that their relationship began after Bane took over and was never known to the townsfolk. Even if it affords them little time together, hiding might be the only reason Steph survives the next month.)

Inside the wooden meetinghouse, the whole town is gathered. Some sit on the hard benches. Others stand and talk. Cass catches a glimpse of Gordon from across the room, but doesn’t dare approach him.

Soon after their arrival, the doors of the meetinghouse are pulled closed with a loud thud. Cass sits down near the front, ignoring Steph’s betrayed glare. She can’t be close to Steph when the moment comes. If the moment comes.

Perhaps the Red Hood is a lesser sort of evil than she had read. Perhaps he will lie and cheat and steal but fail to do much harm. Perhaps Cass was wrong. (When it comes to bodies, though, Cass is never wrong.)

Bane addresses the people. Most do not like him, but he is strong, and he removed Selina from power. When Bane invites the Red Hood onto the platform at the front of the meetinghouse, though, the mood shifts.

The monster steps onto the platform, his scarlet cloak sweeping behind him. His pale hands are clasped in front of him, long, spindly fingers twisted like claws. The cloak’s hood shades his face, keeping his face hidden from the crowd but for the barest glimpse of a grin. Every inch of his posture screams malice. And yet, he is able to command the entire room. Eyes snap to him. The mutterings stop. To these people, the Red Hood is the only person in the world.

He is their savior. He is also their downfall.

Cass wishes she could leap forwards and keep him from speaking. But right now, the whole town is against her. She cannot fight them all and Bane and the Red Hood. So, she stays silent.

“Friends,” the Red Hood says. He paces as he walks. “I am here to free you. You have labored for too long under the influence of a spell. I have seen this all before, further north in Boston. There is one among us—perhaps several among us—who seek our deaths! They were placed here by the Devil, to act as humans, to walk amongst us, to fool us. Children, stolen from the cradle, as the old tales say, and replaced by something else. No more!”

The Red Hood spreads an arm out to the crowd. And then, he extends his finger until he is pointing at a young girl. Claire. She looks no different than the others, but Cass knows how strong she is. When Bruce was governor, Claire and her brother Hank would carry the heaviest things, and the whole town admired them for it. Now, it could be Claire’s death sentence.

“This creature calls itself Goody Clover. Yet no man, and certainly no woman, possesses its unnatural strength!” There are murmurings in the crowd. From across the room, Cass meets Steph’s eyes. There’s fear there, more than there was back at the house. There will be even more soon.

Cass looks away.

“Bring her forth!” The Red Hood orders. Two townsfolk grab Claire by the arms and shove her forwards. Cass sees the fear in their shoulders, their shaking hands, their jackrabbiting pulses. She knows. She knows. She knows how this ends. “You know it to be true.”

“Please,” Claire says. Her voice seems to echo through the meetinghouse. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m trying to—”

“The demon lies! Have you not observed its inhuman acts?”

For a moment, there is silence. And then, a spindly man with wild eyes stands. “I have seen her carry what must be two men’s weight of wood—with ease,” Crane says. Others nod.

They are scared. Cass tries to remember that.

But Claire is scared too. Claire is shaking as two men push her to her knees in front of the entire town. Claire has helped build their houses and dig their wells, but no one speaks in her defense.

“Elliot!” The Red Hood calls. Heads turn. Cass knows that Bruce grew up with Elliot. She knows that Elliot followed him here to the New World. She also knows that it won’t matter. Elliot is afraid. “You are a physician, are you not?”

“Well,” Elliot says. “Y-yes. I am.”

The Red Hood cackles. “Well, no need to sound so uncertain about it!”

“Yes,” Elliot repeats, strongly this time. “I am a physician.”

“Excellent! So, tell me—is this possible? Could any woman lift what Goody Clover has lifted?”

Elliot fidgets nervously. Cass knows what he will say. “No,” Elliot says. “I don’t believe it is possible.”

“You heard the man!” Red Hood announces.

If this continues, Claire will be killed. Hank, too. And then the Red Hood will find someone else, someone new, someone wrong. Cass knew this. There was never any question what her response would be.

Cass watches as Claire trembles, and then shifts her gaze to meet Steph’s eyes. She can see the moment Steph realizes what Cass is going to do. No, Steph mouths.

Cass stands anyway. She recalls her father’s lessons and leaps into the air, twisting into a somersault and soaring over the other townsfolk as if a bird in flight. When she lands, shoes thudding into the ground, all eyes are on her. Good.

At first, when she tries to speak, no words come out. Everyone is looking at her. There is a block in her throat. But Cass must speak. She cannot lose her words now. “No,” she says. That comes out, strong and solid and far more confident than Cass feels. “I will not…have her…be known for my acts. I want it to be known! I cursed her. Others too. I brought the storms. This is my work. No…no pure soul will claim it!”

There. It is said. It is done.

The Red Hood laughs. Words drift over Cass now, as the Red Hood speaks of a demon’s pride and the Lord’s punishment and the return of Gotham’s prosperity once the demon is cast away. Cass watches as the Red Hood stalks over to her and grasps her face, nails digging into her cheeks. As he leans down over her, Cass finally sees beneath the scarlet hood.

Cass was right. The Red Hood is no ordinary man. His green eyes are alight with madness, his mouth frozen in a permanent grin. At the corners of his ruby lips sit two gnarled scars in a mimicry of a smile. And just beneath the hood sits a shock of bright green hair. The Jester.

He is going to kill Cass, but that’s okay. He won’t kill Steph or Claire—not if Cass buys them time. And when Bruce gets back with Barbara and Dick and Tim, he will fix this. He has fought the Jester before and won, and he will do it again.

The Jester’s palm strikes Cass’s face. The sting barely registers. Cass has known a lot of pain in her life. She has known the pain of a bullet, of infection, of a man’s life waning beneath her hands. In comparison? This is nothing. “Are you listening?” Jester hisses.

Cass meets his bright green eyes, her mouth set in a thin line. “You will lose,” she says. It’s not a threat, or even a promise. Just a fact. Jester will lose. He is losing right now. Cass is cutting his witch hunt off with her own death.

Jester leans in close, his nose inches from her face. “I want him to never find your body,” he whispers. And then, he steps back, finally letting Cass’s head fall. “The demon is to be banished upon penalty of death!” He announces. As the men behind Cass pull her to her feet, she lets her gaze fall on Steph for a single second. Steph stands with her fists clenched, her weight shifted back. She is just moments from leaping into battle. Cass locks eyes with Steph and gives a subtle shake of her head. She mouths a single word: ‘Jester.’

And then, Cass is shoved forwards, out the meetinghouse doors. The townsfolk march her down the dirt path, past the town wall, and out into the forest. It has already started to snow again. Cass does not turn to look at the people behind her. There is nothing their bodies could tell her except fear, and Cass already knows fear far too well.

“Walk,” the Jester orders.

So, Cass walks into the storm.

***

Cass is going to die. She has been in the cold before, but she always stuck to cities in the winter. Places she could find a warm spot to hide. Here, she has only her clothes, meant for sitting in the meetinghouse and not braving a blizzard.

She could end it right now, to avoid a cold, painful death. But Cass is a survivor. So, she trudges onwards until her toes have lost all feeling and her thoughts have been consumed by the wind.

The storm has ended and the sun is beginning to creep low on the horizon when Cass’s legs give out. She stumbles, then collapses into the snow. It softens her landing, but the wetness begins to sink in past her petticoats and waistcoat and into her smock. If she lay down here and spread her arms, it would be beautiful. An angel in the snow.

She reaches up and removes her hat and undoes her coif and bun, letting her shoulder-length hair spill out into the snow. If only she had flowers. Then the image would be complete.

Cass closes her eyes.

***

“Cass! Cass!”

Cass’s eyes snap open. Steph stands over her, a sack thrown over her shoulder, one gloved hand extended, the sunlight hitting her golden curls just right. She looks like an angel.

Is Cass dead? She—

“Get up, you numbskull!” Steph reaches down, grabs Cass’s arm, and hauls her to her feet. Definitely not an angel.

“Shouldn’t be here,” Cass says, shivering as Steph pulls her close. Even so, Cass lets herself fall into Steph’s arms. “You…not safe.”

“You nearly died!” Steph shouts. She reaches out and rubs at Cass’s arms, trying to return the heat to her body. “I won’t tell you how harebrained that was, because I know you would never do anything different. But listen. We’ll sneak you through the city wall and into the Wayne House. You can hide there until Bruce returns.”

Cass shakes her head, teeth chattering. “They know we are close. They will look.”

Steph stares at Cass. She’s crying. Steph’s hands are shaking, even though she is wearing too many layers to be cold. Scared. Angry. Sad. Happy. Love. It’s too much. Steph always feels too much when she looks at Cass, and now is no exception. “I love you, you dolt,” Steph says. Her hands wrap around Cass’s head and pull her close. Cass leans forwards, her freezing lips brushing against Steph’s warm ones. Steph’s lips capture her own, spreading warmth through Cass’s body. Her fingers tangle in Steph’s curls, holding her like a lifeline.

Steph withdraws ever so slightly, but her lips linger gently against Cass’s face like a question. Cass answers it by leaning forwards hungrily, pressing against Steph once more. Cass didn’t tell Steph she loved her right before they left for the town meeting. So now, she says it with her body, the way she pulls Steph against her and lets Steph twist her in return. Cass leans into the arms that slip under her smock to rest warm and solid on the skin of her shoulders even as she presses forwards, her teeth sinking into Steph’s cracked lips. They are consuming each other, and for a moment, that is all that matters.

Eventually, though, Cass shivers again, and her hands slip from Steph’s hair to wrap around her chest. Steph steps back. “Here.” She opens her sack and passes Cass another, smaller sack. “Warmer clothes, food, and a tinderbox. If you insist on staying.”

Cass smiles.

“When Bruce returns, I’ll meet you here at noon,” Steph promises. “We will defeat Bane and—and the Jester. Here—hold out your arm.” Cass does so. Steph takes one of the purple hair ribbons that she can no longer wear under Bane’s governorship and wraps it around Cass’s wrist. “So you’ll remember me.”

Cass laughs lightly. “Can’t forget you.” But she pulls her arm close and wraps a hand around the wrist with the ribbon. It’s good, she decides. She will always have a piece of Steph with her. It sits in her chest, warm and bright. But having something she can see helps too. “You should go,” Cass says.

“Yes,” Steph says. But she doesn’t step away. Cass puts her hands on Steph’s shoulders and pushes her gently. “I love you,” Steph says, voice soft.

“Love you,” Cass echoes. “Now go.”

***

Three weeks later, Cass sits in the rafters of the meeting house. Steph smuggled her into town. It involved setting fire to the guardhouse, which Cass did not approve. But she’s here now, watching as the Jester addresses the town with Bane at his side. She does not listen to his poison words. She just watches as his body screams hatred and hunger. He is hungry for violence. It is good that Bruce is back; Jester is not sated and is days away from choosing another victim.

Bruce bursts into the meeting house, the heavy door slamming against the wall. Behind him stand Dick, Steph, and a small boy with light brown skin and a deep scowl. They are angry. Good. They should be. The anger will make them fight well.

(Barbara is not there. Cass hopes they were able to help her. But right now, she must focus.)

Cass’s family leaps into battle. Dick and the boy go for the Jester, while Bruce goes directly for Bane.

She watches as they fight.

She watches as they fail.

She watches as they fall.

(The Jester is knocked unconscious by the pommel of the little boy’s sword, but not before Dick’s leg breaks with a sickening crack. Steph is sent flying across the room, blood gushing from her nose after one of Bane’s strikes. Bane nearly chokes the boy to death, only for Bruce to interpose himself at the last minute. And then it’s Bruce against Bane, and Cass has seen that fight end before.)

Not yet, Cass tells herself. Wait.

At last, Bane holds Bruce up in his heavily-muscled arms. He gloats. He thinks he has won. And then, at the pinnacle of his victory, Cass drops from the rafters.

She lands on Bane’s shoulders. Before he has a chance to react, she jabs Bane’s neck, sharp and sudden and exact. His eyes roll back into his head. Cass slips off his back as he falls to the ground.

Steph rushes forwards, arms spread wide as she pulls Cass into her embrace. And then, glancing at Bruce, she pecks Cass on the lips. Cass tastes copper blood and victory.

Bruce smiles.

They’ve won.

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luffysinterlude · 11 months ago

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REMEMBER WHEN. . .

★ summary: the straw hat pirates reminisce on some fun memories while voyaging through the Grand Line.

★ warnings: chatroom au/comedic relief, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, takes place after water seven/pre thriller bark, ooc characters, use of yn + female reader in mind, flirty!yn + the crew teases yn a bit ><, zoro x reader…kinda..im biased im sorry 😞 + some things are NOT canon and i just made it up :p

★ an: hiii!! there is not enough one piece fanfic content on this app in my opinion (i feel like i’ve read almost every piece, all have been amazing), so here’s my attempt at making more!! also, i’m still pretty new to the op fandom, so some characters may be a little ooc. i’m still reading/watching thriller bark so pls bare with me! also this is a chatroom au because i don’t have access to social app anymore *cry*. anyway, please enjoy!

NOW ONLINE [9]. . .

yn: SIGHHHHHHHHHH

robin: is everything okay, yn?

chopper: yeah yn, is everything okay?

zoro: probably not

yn: just thinking

usopp: thinking about where we’ll be next? praying manifesting it isnt anywhere scary

chopper: everywhere we’ve been has been terrifying

nami: yeah usopp

nami: its like we goto hell, leave it, and then enter another part of it

nami: i think we should just start expecting the worst

zoro: maybe we should all just get a lil more stronger. starting with the blonde pervert we have as our cook

sanji: I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING YET

sanji: AND YOURE THE ONE TO TALK!

sanji: MUST I REMIND YOU THAT I LITERALLLLY JUST SAVED YOU AND USOPP AT THAT TOWER

luffy: oooooo thinking about what? tell me tell me tell me!

sanji: now, my dearest yn, please let me know if theres anyway i can assist you

zoro: she probably doesn’t want your help lmfao no offense

sanji: WHOOOO was even talking to you? I SAID YN’S NAME IN THE TEXT DAMMIT

nami: can you two idiots cut it out already? its like, i can hear your voices through my screen and i don’t like that

franky: yeah it’s actually kinda crazy i can hear you all…without actually being in your presence

chopper: soooo yn?

luffy: yeah yn what’s going on?

yn: just sitting here thinking about all of our fun adventures. like wow we actually did all of that and it was like…real life

yn: i feel like if i didnt know you guys and didn’t experience it then it wouldn’t sound real

yn: but like wow it was all real

robin: we’ve had some wild times, haven’t we?

luffy: LOL yeah that might’ve been on me

luffy: but we’ve survived this long

luffy: we’ll continue to survive because fate loves us!

nami: -.-

sanji: luffy’s right, surprisingly

sanji: sometimes i think about how fate brought us together…or atleast i think about how fate brought me nami yn and robin together

yn: watch it pretty boy

sanji: YES MA’AM

sanji: screenshotting

zoro: ignoring that dude. i think it’s amazing how we prevail every time. we get stronger without realizing

yn: i mean we did fly into the sky

yn: thats so crazy we actually like. flew. in the air. on a ship.

nami: yeah all thanks to me ;*

yn: thank u pretty i remember falling in love with you then and there

franky: WHAT THE HELL

franky: YOU GUYS FLEW IN THE AIR WITH MERRY?!

usopp: HELL YEAH MERRY FLEWWW

usopp: FRANKY YOU SHOULDVE SEEN IT

usopp: there was this gigantic whirlpool below us and everything

chopper: haha yeah that was crazy! and those giant monkeys

robin: oh! yes, the saruyama alliance. i could never forget the amount of fun i had during our time on Jaya Island

yn: robin i love u but FUNNNNNN???-?-?-!-? DID WE FORGET ABOUT THAT STUPID FOREST CRICKET HAD US GO INTO?!1? i still have nightmares of that stupid south bird and its stupid face and the way it made all those stupid bugs chase me

luffy: haha those south birds were really something else

nami: it’s funny because we had no idea what was coming next

zoro: that stupid “God” was next. what was his name again? emily? enemy….?

zoro: well shit i’ve forgot. it was somethin else though. his stupid lightning

franky: BROTHER WHAT

franky: YOU GUYS FOUGHT….A GOD?!?!1???!!!?

franky: was it like….you know…..THE GOD

chopper: not really sure what you mean but that guy enel really had some sort of crazy insane powers

chopper: him and his crazy insane priests were able to predict our moves!

robin: oh yeah. he electrocuted zoro, yn, and i.

yn: pls dont remind me TT

yn: he scares me because i feel like he somehow is still alive

yn: like what if hes reading our messages

nami: i never thought of it like that…

nami: enel if ur reading this please drop 1,000,000,000 berries down from the sky

luffy: i wish the skypeians and shandians rang the bell more often.

luffy: haha oh well! i know they’re doing just fine! :D

usopp: well thanks to yn now i’m reminscing TT

usopp: it feels like alabasta JUST happened

robin: well, we did just face the world government

robin: technically crocodile was apart of it

usopp: YEAH AND YOU WERE HIS ASSISTANT OR WHATEVER

robin: that’s the past. i had to do what i needed to do to survive. and i’m glad i was, considering i was able to find you all <3

yn: ROBINNNNNNN TT

nami: ROBINNNNN

sanji: robin i wouldve followed you to hades’ kingdom if i had to. i will always protect you (and nami and yn. the others can fend for themselves).

luffy: hahahaha i agree!! see, fate loves us

chopper: WE LOVE U ROBIN

franky: YEAH! WE LOVE SISTER ROBIN!

zoro: appreciate ya.

usopp: YEAAAA WE LOVE ROBIN!

yn: shoutout to us

yn: i love us

yn: i love being a strawhat

chopper: same!!! forever and always gonna be a strawhat!!

luffy: i love our little family!

luffy: without you all, i wouldn’t be as close as i am to reaching my dream! so thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

luffy: also sanji when is dinner gonna be ready so i know when to head back to the sunny

nami: same

nami: now i’m really reminiscing. do you guys remember when yn thought she was pregnant

usopp: i-

usopp: …

yn: NAMI

yn: alright well.

sanji: WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TT

sanji: also luffy dinner will be ready when its dinner time. its mid day. if you’re hungry i have snacks in the fridge or since you’re running around this island, find a food stand

sanji: BUT WHATTTTTT DID NAMI JUST SAY

chopper: HUUUUUUUUUUUUH

robin: what a naughty girl you are, nami. teasing yn about her “almost” pregnancy

nami: yk me! but i remember being soooooo worried only for the pregnancy test to come back negative

zoro: yn?

franky: LITTLE SIS YN…DOES THE DEED….BUT SHE LOOKS SO INNOCENT

luffy: oh wow cool sanji thanks!

luffy: also congrats yn? but where will the baby stay?

usopp: did you even read nami’s text

luffy: oh..right LOL that’s good! i can’t imagine yn having a baby. plus how are babies even made

chopper: :o

nami: …

robin: your innocence is apart of my will to live

yn: luffy TT

sanji: THROUGH LOVE! BABIES ARE MADE THROUGH LOVE!!!

luffy: oh sickkkkkk do you guys think we can make one?

yn: oh luffy TT

nami: well!

sanji: he’ll come around

luffy: LOL BRB

LUFFY has gone offline.

chopper: wonder what he’s up to

yn: probably found food like sanji told him to

zoro: yeah he kind of left the store we’re at and i have no desire to look for him right now

zoro: oh nevermind. he just went outside to buy meat from a vendor. he’s good, still in my eyesight

chopper: also

chopper: YN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

yn: chopper >< you were still fairly new to the crew then

yn: but this happened after we left chopper’s hometown

yn: i think i was just sick because of the crazy weather changes, plus nami has just recovered and didn’t want anyone to be worried sick :p

zoro: why didnt you tell me?

zoro: you’re apart of the crew too, ya know.

usopp: interesting

sanji: you stupid ass MOSSHEAD WHY WOULD SHE TELL YOU HER BUSINESS

nami: sigh

nami: its like the most obvious thing ever

robin: i’m afraid it just isn’t clicking for him.

yn: it’s not like i didn’t wanna tell you

zoro: okay so why didn’t you

sanji: WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK TO HER DUMBASS!

yn: LMFAOOO I REMEMBER WHY I DIDNT TELL YOU

yn: YOU GOT LOST AS SOON AS WE GOT TO ALABASTA

yn: and by time i found you, i had already forgotten that i thought i was pregnant because there was a whole warlord wanting us dead so

zoro: hmm. okay. well next time..

sanji: YOU DIDNT HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO HIM YN YOURE BETTER THAN HIM IN EVERY WAY

zoro: if you ever need a safe space. you know.

yn: hehe yes i do. but i apologize for not telling you as soon as i felt…different. it’s just that we’ll always have bigger issues to worry about

franky: ummmm are we interrupting something

zoro: hm

zoro: nah. yn and i will talk later when we see each other.

zoro: for now i’m thinkin about that time luffy and i got beat up on jaya island. now i’m annoyed.

zoro: the principle of the matter was good but i really just had to sit there and take an ass beating when i could’ve handled the entire bar

zoro: ehhhh now i’m gonna go workout. if anyone needs me you know where to find me.

ZORO has gone offline.

yn: he left saying “you know where to find me” as if we’ll actually know

robin: i really hope he finds his way back to the sunny.

sanji: he can get lost for all i care

yn: it’s crazy that i really thought i was pregnant that one time

yn: even vivi thought so

nami: i was super worried

nami: so worried i was reading every book we had to find anything i could help you with

usopp: well i’m offended cause why didn’t you tell me i thought we were besties

yn: wellllllllll no offense but full offense, you have “i-can’t-seem-to-keep-my-mouth-shut” disease

yn: just yappin all day everyday

franky: so, sister yn, zoro huh?

sanji: DONT OFFEND HER LIKE THAT YOU IDIOT!

usopp: HEYYYYY!!!!! I WOULDVE KEPT A SECRET

sanji: yn my loveeeeee you know you could always tell me your secrets

yn: i cant lie i almost let it slip when i helped you with dinner that night

yn: but again, bigger fish to fry

sanji: screenshotted again

sanji: did you guys see that? shes flirting with me. might die

robin: hm not sure what part of that was flirting but whatever makes you happy.

nami: oooo franky’s quick

franky: it isn’t hard to tell

chopper: what’re you all talking about!!?

yn: nothing important you little cute doctor

chopper: >~< SHUT UP! >~< THAT DOESNT WORK ON ME!!

sanji: robin! nami! yn!!!! i will be going offline to go back to the sunny to make some snacks. would you ladies do me the pleasure of enjoying them? should they be ready before you all arrive?

robin: please do! surprise us this time :)

yn: hell yea sanji you know i’d never say no to you

nami: lol yes please! i’m kind of craving something sweet

sanji: OFF TO THE KITCHEN I GO!! GIVE ME AN HOUR!!

SANJI has gone offline.

yn: well now that those three are gone

yn: i worry about them a lot

yn: i feel like those three find trouble every where we go

chopper: same but we’re all like, insanely strong now!

chopper: and it’s not like we’re actively looking for trouble, sometimes we just want to chill

nami: yeah. but now, more than ever, i feel more secure

nami: like wow he’s really gonna be king of the pirates

yn: most definitely. we only ever get stronger

usopp: yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa obviously i’ve had my doubts but…

usopp: it’s never been because of luffy

robin: ever since i met you guys again on alabasta…

robin: i knew you all would give me a life worth living

yn: robin’s so sweet online it makes me want to cry

yn: well shes always sweet

franky: SISTER ROBIN TT

nami: robin, i’m curious. how did you find our ship?

robin: well it was just docked and i figured i’d finally take a rest somewhere. if you all hadn’t left alabasta by time i had woken up, then i wouldn’t have stayed. like luffy says, fate loves us.

franky: WHAAAAAT you just…..snuck on? O.O

chopper: oh yeah i remember!

chopper: i’m not gonna lie, i was a little intimidated by you at first

yn: OH HOW COULD I FORGETTTTTTTTT

yn: chopper wasn’t there when we first met robin!

nami: oh yeah!

yn: franky chopper omg like have i ever told the story of how i first fell in love with robin

usopp: OH YEAH she blew that guy’s ship up

usopp: i wonder how vivi’s doing

nami: VIVI TT i hope she’s okay

nami: but yeah i agree. i was scared shitless of robin but then she told me she got me treasure

franky: WOAH ROBIN BLEW SOMEONES SHIP UP?

robin: not entirely. he survived and thats what matters

franky: i mean i guess

franky: i was definitely intimidated by luffy when we first met. even though that was like three weeks ago

franky: i can’t lie he still sometimes intimidates me

yn: brother ur half machine

franky: YEAH BUT MOSTLY HUMAN!!!

franky: anyway sisters. you guys have to tell me more stories at dinner later i have to go refill the coke tanks, see ya!

FRANKY has gone offline.

usopp: well chat

usopp: i usually help him so i’ll be going back too

usopp: yn i’m expecting way more details later after dinner

usopp: or zoro. but preferably before you see zoro

chopper: i’ll help! girls if you need me for anything i’ll be with those two!!

yn: um…okay…? we’ll see u all later!!!

USOPP has gone offline.

CHOPPER has gone offline.

nami: and now it’s just us three

nami: sorry for bringing your pregnancy scare up

nami: i’m getting my nails done right now and i can’t really seem to remember our journeys

yn: its all good

yn: i kinda forgot about it

robin: we’ve been through so much our brains probably started to black out any unwanted memories. i’ve read that it happens

robin: and yn, i don’t blame you. i would’ve been worried sick if i was apart of the crew then. but since it’s just us…

yn: omg let us catch you up

yn: so basically..i had…with…and then…

nami: —.—

nami: she had sex with someone *cough* zoro *cough* and started puking the next morning

yn: NAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

yn: TT

nami: i definitely thought it was pregnancy

robin: silly girls. you do realize pregnancy symptoms don’t happen overnight, right?

robin: also, yn. it’s obvious. i’ve seen the way you two are always the first ones missing during our celebrations

nami: well……..yeah but

nami: we can never be TOO safe

yn: mmm if you hadn’t caught on by now then i’d be surprised

yn: i was still scared

yn: i think it was more of a “wow me and zoro actually did that and it was real”

nami: it’s just….in a forest?!-?

nami: with…HIM!!!-?-?-?-??

nami: you can have any man or woman or creature you want and you stillllllllll………….

yn: i was running on adrenaline. that dude and his stupid ass candle wax drove me insane

yn: plus you both know i kinda have a little crush on the guy

yn: i can fix him

nami: okayyyyyy whatever you say.

nami: pfttt “little” and you guys are basically dating in my head

robin: i forgot his actual name but i’m assuming you guys are talking about mr. 3

robin: ah yes his wax is quite the problem. i wonder if hes alive still

nami: i was seriously stressed out

nami: but honestly, since we’re on the topic, i’m glad i joined luffy

nami: there was this one time, yn i’m sure you remember

nami: right before going to the baratie

yn: the day we went to the baratie TT

yn: but what happened before i kinda forgot

nami: WHY’RE YOU ALWAYS FORGETTING THINGS

nami: anyway when we ran into your crazy psycho ex

yn: OMG

yn: AND HE THREATENED LUFFY

yn: AND THEN LUFFY THREW HIM INTO THE OCEAN TT

robin: oh? tell me more about this ex of yours. i’m interested

yn: he kinda followed us after luffy saved me from HIM

yn: um so basically..you know my devil fruit powers…yeah he held them over my head and threatened to tell the marines about me and

nami: it was chaos. but it was the first time i’ve seen yn in combat and it was mind blowing

robin: luffy being our life saver and our little brother

robin: what would we do without him

yn: you’re right

yn: but i think at this point, we’re all strong enough to handle our own. if i ever see my ex again i’ll beat him so bad

nami: yeah me too! cause he had the crazy audacity to ask me out after i found out what he did to you!

nami: either way, i’m just happy we’re still all together. you know since we’ve been throwing the word fate around, i’m really starting to believe it. luffy has a really good sense of knowing who should join our crew

yn: he does :’)

yn: he gave me a family

robin: well we should probably go check on the boys now. i’ll meet you all at the sunny <3

robin: come back safely.

nami: yeah!! you too robin! yn, bring us some goodies! i’ll see you both later!!

yn: I LOVE YOU GUYS BE SAFE ILL SEE YOU SOON

yn: can’t wait to see u guys again

nami: ….you saw us this morning.

ROBIN has gone offline.

NAMI has gone offline.

YN has gone offline.

CHATROOM IS NOW CLOSED [0].

NOW ONLINE [1]. . .

LUFFY is now online.

luffy: HEY GUYSSSSSSS

luffy: IM BACK

luffy: i ate some meat and came back to the shop we were at but zoro isnt here anymore so i’m wondering if you guys happen to know where he is!

luffy: ….

luffy: oh the chatroom closed

luffy: well i guess i better get back to the sunny!

luffy: hopefully my friends make it back safely! we still have more adventures to take care of

luffy: wow these things are so cool i’m just talking to myself

luffy: i wonder if i can get one on the sunny…

luffy: OH WELL

LUFFY has gone offline.

CHATROOM IS NOW CLOSED [0].

★ an [2]: ahhh!! my first work is now done ☺️ honestly this was all self indulgent because i’ve been going through some personal things and right now the strawhats are my comfort zone. i decided to make it like a big groupchat because i don’t really have any friends irl or online so this makes me feel a lil better ☺️! i hope you all enjoyed.

its a lil messy because when i first started this i was about to began Thriller Bark but as I’m typing this I’m currently on the Sabaody Archipelago arc and things are getting more exciting like omg hello mr. Trafalgar Law I’ve been waiting for your debut….

if you enjoyed this please like and reblog! maybe i’ll start writing more drabbles idk. it used to be my thing when i was still using @/krazykento and jjk used to be my comfort zone. also, if you want to be friends please don’t be shy to say anything! i’d love to make new friends!!

#luffysinterlude #one piece x reader #one piece x yn #one piece social media au #one piece text messages #one piece text message au #zoro x reader #strawhats x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x yn #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #zoro x you #ijbol #self indulgent

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celestiamour · 5 months ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ two queens in a king sized bed ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @fairy-geek-ackerman ˚₊ ⊹

ft. susan pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ a day in the life of queen susan and her physically affectionate wife┊2k words

setting: the golden age & england afterward contains: tooth-rotting fluff to angst, established relationship (married), reader is so whipped, susan is too but doesn’t show it as much, mentioned homophobia

➤ author's note: anna popplewell is so gorgeous like no wonder she was use as the beauty standard in voyage of the dawn treader T-T i would do anything for susan pevensie, i love her so much, i need to write more for her and show her justice

she’s always been the type to rise with the early morning sun as soon as the golden rays filter through the curtains of her bedroom, taking a minute to stretch and make her bed (a habit she never let go of even if there are people to do it for her). the servants come to run a lukewarm bath with mildly scented floral soaps, undoing her braided hair for it to fall in long loose curls, gives her some privacy as she cleans herself up, and then return when she’s finished to help dress her in the layers of ruffled fabrics and silks picked out the night before with the tightening of a bow on her lower back to finish.

little has changed about susan’s routine ever since she got married, except everything is now delayed by at least fifteen more minutes.

when she begins to stir awake, your arm lazily coiled around her waist from the night before begins to instinctively tighten its grip in an almost possessive manner, pulling her closer towards you while muttering something about wanting to stay under the warmth of the covers for just a little bit longer. no amount of reminders about the important work the day has in store for the both of you is enough to motivate you to get up, it actually just makes you pout and want to sleep in until noon, so susan has learned to go along with it unless it’s getting too late or a maid knocks at the door as a reminder.

besides, it’s not like she didn’t enjoy morning cuddles with you, quite the opposite. your skin was softer than flower petals, limbs tangled together in a mess of daisy chains with your bodies perfectly fitting against the other like puzzle pieces and the scent of lilacs from leftover perfume sprayed yesterday dancing around her nostrils.

even with her eyes closed, she could feel yours peeking open and staring at her like you always do. “must you study my face so intently every time you wake up? you’ve been doing that every morning for the past two years, don’t you ever get sick of it?”

“never. i hope to gaze upon you for the rest of our lives,” you murmured dreamily, eyes half-lidded with your pupils blown out in adoration and a stupid little giddy smile on your face while fiddling with the delicate lace of her collar.

“i still don’t think i’ll ever get used to you looking at me like that.”

“looking at you like what?”

“like i hung the stars in the night sky.”

“the moon herself seems dim compared to the radiance of your beauty,” you mused, reaching out to gently trace her features atop milky white skin and marvel at how they sculpt the most gorgeous face you’ve ever seen together. “your freckles are starting to fade out, you used to have constellations on your cheeks when you first came to narnia.”

“i must finally be growing out of my teenage face,” she murmured, brushing her leg further against yours and feeling the silk of your nightgown trail up your thigh in the most innocent manner. “my face has also gotten slimmer— starting to look the part of a queen rather than a princess.”

“i think you only look more lovely by the day.”

“you just love flattering me, don’t you? careful, your words might get to my head one of these days.”

“i’m surprised they haven’t already, i must not be doing a very good job.”

now it was her turn to giggle and nuzzle closer into your touch, allowing her eyes to flutter shut with a sigh. the world had stopped spinning, the birds had stopped chirping, and you both had stopped breathing, just for a moment to savor this experience before palace life pulled you away from each other until night fell.

you both have to perform your morning routines separately because you will end up goofing off rather than getting ready and pulling her into your nonsense, blowing bubbles with soapy water and dancing around the room in your bathrobes until one of her siblings themself have to shout outside the door to knock it off

susan would be with her siblings in the throne room meeting with the representatives of various groups from fauns to blacksmiths to foreign dignitaries, analyzing their situations and discussion solutions with the judgment age and experience has given them now that they reached their mid-to-late twenties. you would be training with new bright-eyed cadets and shaping them into soldiers, banging wooden swords against each other until they broke and teaching them how to ride on horseback through rocky terrain until your skin was shiny with a thin sheen of sweat.

maybe you’ll run into each other once or twice, but you still get sheepish by how smelly you must be after hours of running around under the summer sun in heavy armor and denying your wife from getting any closer until you bathed. maybe if she has extra time, she’ll come out into the meadow with her dress pulled up to her ankles to admire the passion you have when sword fighting. maybe she’ll even give a lesson on archery, giving you a turn to do the same as her lithe fingers draw back the string and fire with terrifying accuracy with you cheering her on in the background. she can never tell if the blush on her cheeks are from the heat or embarrassment from how you’re jumping about and cheering (much to the amusement of those around you, i mean, how often is it you see your strict instructor squealing like a little girl for her wife?) for a single shot.

then you finally clean off all the dirt and grime accumulated and change into something more dressy after a second bath, drinking tea with the visiting noble ladies and sewing delicate embroidered flowers onto handkerchiefs, occasionally chattering rumors about other women not present.

susan loves the activities but hates the petty gossip and company whom she must tolerate for appearances. it’s why she started inviting you to join her to make the experience more bearable even though you suck at sewing and don’t fit in much as someone of lower ranking, but everyone there knows better than to make negative comments about the queen’s beloved.

sometimes you intertwine your hands under the table and exchange brief looks of knowledge. she doesn’t always like public displays of affection, especially around people who only pretend to accept your type of love, but the small lingering touches throughout the day make her feel almost giddy like you were having some sort of forbidden romance despite the fact that you were literally married (maybe in other nations it would be forbidden, but in narnia, it was celebrated just like any other love would be).

once you two get a moment alone in the early evening in the dining room, you tend to throw yourself on her, wrapping her up in a bear hug from behind and laughing when she squeals in surprise. she might chastise you to act your age and to calm down because it wasn’t like you haven’t seen her in weeks, but you know it holds no weight when she can’t stop smiling ear-to-ear and glowing. sometimes one of her siblings will walk in to join the family dinner scheduled every day at six pm and will make a little fake look of disgust, yelling out to “get a room” with a roll of their eyes and a small smile knowing that their sister has truly met her soulmate.

strolling around cair paraval’s dimly lit gardens after eating is her favorite thing to do after waking up next to you in the morning, not always talking but usually resting in comfortable silence with the moonlight and fireflies illuminating the cobblestone path. the light clicking of her heels against the floor, the song of crickets, and nearby conversations fill the lightly humid air as you make the rounds hand-in-hand so much like you used to do in the nearby meadows of the campgrounds before she was crowned until you were drowsy and decided to go to bed. sometimes you’ll make a show of carrying her bridal style to your shared room just for the fun of it as she uses her long hair to cover her face regardless of the shadows of the night doing most of the work for her, but you can still picture her full lips pouting slightly and her eyes looking away being uncharacteristically shy even though you held her like this countless of times already.

you both lay in bed under the chiffon bed canopy, cuddling like you always with a thin blanket pulled up to your shoulders in the summer weather and your bodies resting in the center of the king-sized mattress. you usually fall before she does, so susan likes to spend her last waking moments studying your face in the dimming candlelight like you adore doing so often, fully understanding why your favorite activity is to look upon your lover and burning every little detail to memory until sleep consumes her as well.

“i would i could spend an eternity in your arms, there’s nothing that could make me happier.”

then the cycle repeats again, everchanging in shifts of actions and dialogue, but eternally peaceful and the happiest moments of her life.

all it took for everything she knew to shatter was a wrong turn of curiosity when she and her siblings found themselves tumbling out of the very wardrobe they entered only aslan knows how long ago, in casual 1940s english garments rather than their royal robes and bodies smaller without the scars of battle littered across their skin.

now susan wakes up alone in one of the professor’s many guest beds, her arm outstretched into the spot where you usually would have laid next to her. it feels so empty without your warmth, the sound of your steady breathing and heartbeat, and the weight of your body pressing on her —mornings are now a painful reminder of her being missing from her soulmate’s life.

she looks at herself in the mirror, the youthful face she hasn’t seen in years, at her fuller cheeks and light brown freckles scattered about, wondering how you’re doing and if she’ll ever see you again. tears begin to fall from her eyes you liked to compare to gems, remembering how you would always wipe them away before she could taste the salt slipping into her tongue.

no longer the gentle queen who ended wars, just a schoolgirl fleeing from them instead. it wouldn’t have been so bad if you came along with her (even if you had to keep your love a complete secret, it’s not like she isn’t already hiding the wisdom of a monarch at least a decade her senior), she could perfectly envision your curious eyes poking around the inventions of modern technology run by electricity rather than magic, and it would make her laugh if it didn’t end up getting broken with choked-up sobs.

what are you doing right now as she is traveling back to finchley and reuniting with old classmates whose names she can hardly remember? are you buried in work, trying to piece up the pieces and conduct a search for the missing kings and queens? are you like her, constantly yearning for what is lost and dwelling on the joys of the past which are slowly becoming a distant memory? have you moved on, getting married to someone from a neighboring nation for the sake of the population or finding comfort in a nymph who helped ease your sorrows? these thoughts drive her mad, and it’s shown in her grades slowly beginning to drop a few points which is strange for a top student like her, but thankfully, people blame it on the effects of the war.

all she can do is hope for another chance, not only for you but also for her people, but as the days fly by and they speak less of returning to narnia and more about adjusting to current life, she feels her faith slipping away.

request [ HIIIIII!!! could u pls write a susan pevensie x wife reader plsss? r is always super clingy, but susan doesn't mind. her love language is physical touch. she's always attending to susans needs or wants whenever, even when susan tells her not to. she often just holds on to susan however she can in the moment and admires everything about her. THANK YOU!!! (anna popplewell is absolutely gorgeous) ]

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loki-is-my-kink-awakening · 11 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Brad x Lokius. After the interrogation scene, these three need to work things out. Also, glitter will be involved later. 🤭

Brad had been having a bad day. First, his favourite sandwich was sold out in the cafeteria. Then, he’d bumped into someone carrying printer ink and it had spilled all over his clothes. And now, he found himself being pulled into a room by none other than Loki Laufeyson. “What do you want?” he growled, ready to push the trickster away and leave when he saw Mobius step inside, eyebrows raised and that look in his eye Brad had seen plenty of times before. The heavy door shut behind them with a clunk. “Hmm, what do I want?” Loki chuckled, walking over and twisting Brad around, shoving him towards the large double bed, the only other thing in this small room. Quite how it had gotten here, Brad didn’t really want to know. His only curiosity was why here and why now. He sat down, turning around and shuffling up the bed, his eyes flickering between the two of them. “So, you couldn’t resist. Well, I’m not surprised.” Mobius stepped forward, hands twitching by his side. “The last time we were all together in a room there was a great deal of…tension.” “That there was,” Brad said, his smirk deepening. He turned his attention to Loki. “Did you ever manage to see a therapist?” If he expected his words to wipe the grin off of Loki’s face, he had miscalculated. Loki’s eyes sparkled and he took off his large brown coat, dropping it dramatically on the floor. “Oh, I think this will be all the therapy I need.” “Hmm, brave words. You haven’t had a taste of me yet.” Brad wasn’t sure what he expected, but if Loki was up for a fuck, he wasn’t going to say no. “I have not.” Loki licked his lips. “Let’s rectify that.”

I can't express how much glitter will be involved later. Those who know know.

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shinki26 · 2 years ago

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The Sims 2 Disc Installation and fix guide for Windows 10/11 PCs

I’m writing this guide to hopefully instruct people on how to properly install, fix and run their disc based The Sims 2 game and also educate you on why the discs are not as bad as everyone makes them to be.

First things first, some clarifications about common misconceptions of both the Ultimate Collection and TS2 disc games I’ve been seeing being tossed around:

1. The Ultimate Collection has compatibility patches for modern hardware:

This one is actually kinda true? The UC did have some patches made to it compared to a fully patched disc game but no one has been able to tell what exactly it did.

A fully patched, fixed and correctly installed disc game should work the same as the Ultimate Collection, with no difference in compatibility or game performance.

2. SecuROM doesn’t work on modern OSes so you can’t run the game off the discs:

Totally untrue. People who says SecuROM doesn’t work on Windows 10/11 haven’t actually tried running a game that uses it at all. It 100% works even on Windows 11.

What doesn’t work on modern OSes is SafeDisc, which all packs released before Bon Voyage used. So if you install BV and any pack released after it, the game IS going to run normally as it’s using SecuROM instead.

3. But SecuROM makes the game lag:

True, for some machines it does happen. But as I will explain in the guide, you can uninstall SecuROM with the official removal tool and just use NoCD executables to have it not install itself again.

4. The discs requires Flash and it’s been deprecated:

No, the discs DO NOT require Flash. The only thing that uses it in the setup is a pop up that used to ask you if you wanted to register your game. Since of course you can’t register it anymore, you can just close it and it WILL NOT affect anything.

That out of the way, let’s get to the guide!

What you are going to need:

-All original TS2 patches released by EA back in the day:

They’re all hosted HERE on ModTheSims.

Please, be aware that there may be multiple variatons of a patch. You need to pick the right one for your game. If you have The Sims 2 Base Game DVD version, you will have to download the second option where it says “DVD Patch Notes”, for example.

For Pets and Seasons the “DD” patches mean Digital Download, so if you have them on either CD or DVD them both are going to use the “Disk Patch”

If you seem to be not able to download them, right click the download link and choose “Save Link As”.

If you have The Sims 2 Deluxe / Double Deluxe / Holiday Edition / Other compilations you’re not going to need the Base Game patch as those versions are already updated!!

You also don’t need the Nightlife patch if you have Deluxe or Double Deluxe!!

The same thing applies for the Collections: You don’t need to patch their EPs!!

-Grumpy Loader:

Get it HERE on ModTheSims.

-If you have Bon Voyage and/or packs released after it... SecuROM Removal Tool:

Get it HERE.

-If you have Mansion & Garden Stuff... Sims2RPC:

Get it HERE on ModTheSims by @lazyduchess!

If you DO NOT have this pack, you’re going to need to source a NoCD executable of the game based on your latest installed pack.

-If you DO NOT Have Mansion & Garden Stuff... 4GB Patch:

Get it HERE.

-Graphics Rules Maker:

Get it HERE.

Having downloaded everything, you can start inserting your Base Game disc one! Or your Base Game DVD!

Installing the Base Game:

There’s no mystery in this part, install your game normally as you would back in 2004 following the instructions of the setup.

Three of the biggest problems I’ve seen people have when installing the Base Game is:

1. I get a red pop up saying “This app has been blocked for your protection”

This happens usually on Double Deluxe games and later EPs such as Bon Voyage, FreeTime and Apartment Life.

There’s two ways you can circumvent this.

First one is the one that I personally prefer:

-Open the Task Manager

-On the top left, click “File”

-Click “Run new task”

-Click “Browse...”

-Now go to your disc drive in your PC and open it, select Autorun.exe

-The target box should be pointing to “D:\Autorun.exe”. The “D” letter changes depending on what letter your disc drive is set to in your PC

-Check the “Create this task with administrative privileges” box

-Now click OK.

The setup is going to run normally now.

When you are installing EPs that show you this error, you can do the same thing to every one.

The other way is just to change your PC’s date to somewhere before 2020.

This is going to work too, I can’t explain to you why though!

Something about licenses expiring!

2. I get a Flash pop up when I try to install!

As I explained earlier, you can just close it and the installation will continue normally.

3. The setup just hangs at a specific percentage and won’t progress anymore!

This is mosty probably the setup asking you to swap discs!

DVD users do not have this problem.

What happens sometimes is that the setup GUI is supposed to make a pop up window appear in front of the GUI asking you to swap to disc 2, but on modern OSes it doesn’t appear sometimes.

Actually, it does. It just is in the background, if you minimize every open window on your machine you’re going to see the little pop up!

Just swap to disc 2 and press “Ok” on the pop up and it should resume installing.

The same thing can happen when having to switch to Discs 3 and 4.

After installing the Base Game:

Now you are going to need to patch it.

Open GrumpyLoader, on the top left select “Load...” and on the window that opens, choose the Base Game patch’s executable you’ve downloaded and open it.

It’s going to automatically patch your game, if you are on the 4 CD version of the game you may have to swap discs.

Sometimes GrumpyLoader throws errors when updating, especially when it ends. But you can just ignore it.

After patching, your Base Game is FULLY installed and properly patched, congratulations!!!

But if you didn’t already try, you will see that you can’t run the game as it doesn’t open.

That’s because the Base Game uses SafeDisc that doesn’t work on modern OSes as I said earlier.

Installing Expansion and Stuff Packs:

It’s the same process of installing the Base Game. Follow the setup instructions.

After installing each one, PATCH them with GrumpyLoader.

For example: you just installed University!

Do NOT immediately install another pack right after.

Follow the same GrumpyLoader patching process you did on the Base Game but choose the University patch instead.

Do the same thing to ALL EPs and Family Fun Stuff.

Also, there has been some info online about installing packs out of release order can mess up your game.

I personally don’t think it’s true as I never had any problems but I prefer to be better safe than sorry.

If you want to, Install them in this order:

-University (or University Life Collection)

-Nightlife (skip if you have The Sims 2 Deluxe/Double Deluxe)

-Christmas Party Pack (I don’t recommend if you have Happy Holiday Stuff or The Sims 2 Holiday Edition)

-Open For Business (or Best of Business Collection)

-Family Fun Stuff (or Fun with Pets Collection)

-Glamour Life Stuff

-Pets (skip if you have Fun with Pets Collection)

-Happy Holiday Stuff (skip if you have The Sims 2 Holiday Edition)

-Seasons

-Celebration Stuff (skip if you have The Sims 2 Double Deluxe)

-H&M Stuff (skip if you have Best of Business Collection)

-Bon Voyage

-Teen Style Stuff (skip if you have University Life Collection)

-FreeTime

-Kitchen & Bath Interior Design Stuff (skip if you have Best of Business Collection)

-IKEA Home Stuff (skip if you have University Life Collection)

-Apartment Life

-Mansion & Garden Stuff (skip if you have Fun with Pets Collection)

If you’ve installed all packs, great! You can even launch your game from SP9′s (Mansion & Garden Stuff) disc and executable as it uses SecuROM which WORKS on modern OSes.

Getting your game to work properly:

Your game is fully installed, patched and even running if you have Bon Voyage and later released packs!

But you probably noticed very heavy lag, crashing, bad graphics and things not running as they should.

That’s because, just like the Ultimate Collection, the game is a PITA to get running properly on Modern OSes!

If you have Bon Voyage and/or later released packs: I HIGHLY recommend you to uninstall SecuROM from your machine.

This is going to help greatly with game performance.

Use the SecuROM Removal Tool I’ve linked earlier and remove it from your PC.

Do NOT open the game again as it’s going to install itself again if you do so.

If you have Mansion & Garden Stuff: After uninstalling SecuROM, you’re going to need to install Lazy Duchess’ Sims2RPC Launcher I’ve linked earlier. Follow their instructions on the download page and be sure to apply the 4gb patch in the launcher as it’s going to GREALTY help with the crashing.

Or... if you DO NOT have Mansion & Garden Stuff: Get an appropriate NoCD executable for the pack you are using to launch your game and apply the 4GB patch to it.

Open the 4GB patch executable and use it on your game’s exe.

After doing all that, all that remains is fixing your game performance, resolution and graphics!

Install Graphics Rules Maker and open it.

Firstly, you’re going to have to add your Graphics card to the game’s database. To do that, go the “Device Info” tab and add it there.

Back to the “Settings” tab, be sure your game is set to “The Sims 2″ and is properly recognizing where your game is installed, if for some reason it isn’t, click “Browse...” and point it to your latest installed pack’s folder.

For example: “C:\Program Files (x86)\EA Games\The Sims 2 Mansion & Garden Stuff”.

-Force Texture Memory: Use the auto-detect button and it should automatically calculate the best value for your graphics card.

Check “Disable texture memory estimate adjustment” and “Enable driver’s memory manager” boxes.

If you have an AMD Radeon HD 7000 series, also check the “Fix AMD Radeon HD 7000 series recognition”.

If you have Intel integrated graphics, check the last two boxes.

Now you can set your resolution! Choose your default (which one the game is going to start with) and maximum resolution your game is going to support.

After doing all that, you can click “Save Files...”

And... Done! You got your disc-based The Sims 2 game fully working, properly patched and fixed!!!

Any Feedback on how to improve this guide is very welcome!

Happy Simming, y’all!!! :)

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