#i did not get the second part of the question. im still very confused about it

[sevenfactorial]

When the professor says the answers aren't meant to be long shortly after you write a full page for half a problem on an exam

[meansevika]

okay so very long thinkpiece about meljay and jayce' treatment of mel / the writers treatment of mel and how i think that all things considered she hasnt really won as much as we think she did

the thing about this that makes me so mad or rather sad (both, actually) is that we learn in season 1 how mel was brought up, that she didn't get to be soft and kind, that her surroundings were hard and rough just like her mother was, that love isn't a thing she knows like that especially not in relation to vulnerability. now if you think about media in general there is a pattern we know. the black woman is always the strong woman, the independent woman, the woman who doesnt get to be vulnerable bc of the first two points. so here comes this man she's trying to use not just for her own endeavors but for the good of piltover, clearly having a different mindset than her mother, and he cracks her open just like that. he's vulnerable with her and he lets her be vulnerable with him and it allows this woman this kind of vulnerability that she was never allowed to feel. she feels and she loves and there is someone who holds her and looks out for her when things go bad. he is his first thought after the bombing and hes so loving and endearing unlike her mother who is concerned, of course, but straight back to business too. and oh what a lovely thing that was to watch as a black woman who to this day still doesn't get to see this as often as we really should

so mel gets to experience something she hasnt before and you can tell it means something to her because when she gets back in act 3 the first reaction to him is an excited, hopeful one.

this is the man she cares deeply for and it is also the man who shes comforted before many times. something she needs in those very confusing times too. something she might be looking out for. something she might hope to get herself. some comforting after what shes been through for months. someone to share what is going on with her and how confusing it is to find out all those lies and secrets about herself.

until she notices how changed he is, how different he looks, so instantly she is worried. of course! who wouldnt be! she very likely didnt even know he was missing since its the first time we see her back in the city so she must've assumed he has been here and well for the whole time being (does she even know how long its been?) but it isnt fine as we know. she puts herself second! immediately! (and rewatching that scene now it actually makes me mad how she does that. and how anyone can question any of her feelings for him when shes immediately all jayce. or how in general people think shes only interested in her own goals) she asks this man who has shown her to be vulnerable around him and it BEING FINE, what happened, shes opening herself up to him, again, over and over, and he not only tells her it doesnt matter (what happened to him) but TURNS HIS BACK ON HER. he is literally shutting her off. he is saying with his body she does not get to do that. and for someone who has grown up like this, with a mother cutting off any kind of displays of weakness, this must be a familiar feeling, something that goes off like a bell

but she still tries! she still tries! she sees something is wrong but she tries to get comfort anyway, because this is jayce, right, this is the man she cares for deeply, the man who has opened this door for her and the door she's let herself through, the man who has always had compassion for her. of course she tries again. why wouldn't she? so she starts that something has happened to her but he doesn't even let her tell him what happened (actually it makes me so mad seeing this again and how crazy hostile he is towards her, its like im looking at the mel hating part of arcanetwt and him repeating beat for beat what theyve been saying for years) he doesnt give her room to speak, just takes it for himself, prioritizing himself and his own feelings. and, yes, figuring out the bombing thing and wanting to talk about it is valid and i think in general this could've been a great angsty way to deal with this topic IF they would've had the opportunity to talk this out properly but what happens instead is that the man that makes mel feel safe starts INTERROGATING her like she is a criminal that should be held for trial FOR SAVING HIM something she doesnt even undestand herself. and suddenly she is in a whole different position and i think by now she knows that this kind of compassion and understanding and room for vulnerability isn't part of their conversation anymore

she loses her composure and that of course isnt a first because she has started to be less put together around him, allowing her more room to "sway" but this kind of destruction is a different one because she feels at trial, feels cornered, feels like she has to explain herself but - and thats what is important - isnt heard. and i think that is something she knows very well, something shes grown up with, trying to explain herself and not being heard.

all of that happens while he is, mind you, still holding onto that hammer. something she surely notices too. the man who's usually quick to let down his defences around her, who isnt councilor talis or mister talis but just jayce around her, is holding onto that hammer like shes a threat. so he tells her he thinks shes lying and she asks him why he would think she'd do that, obviously, because her understanding of their relationship and their trust is a different one than his or at least this jayce that has come back from the arcane, because clearly this kind of understanding comes from somewhere and it comes from the times they've spent together alone throughout season 1 and a little in the beginning of season 2.

he throws at her that shes been using him, something that surprises her, because clearly she doesnt know what has happened, but she tries to explain anyway, because she doesnt know what has happened at least not in full (as you can tell by her reaction to viktor appearing, sensing the hostile mood between both, but also the way she reacts when viktor mentions the noxians intentions), and you can see that these thoughts of his are a result of months in the arcane alone with them and imagining conversations over conversations (although for me its still hard to understand how he grew that hostile towards her this quickly as if she were responsible for everything that happened but those are thoughts for a different post). he crashes out during that conversation, his face is warped with hatred and that is. all. for. her. to. see. and then BOOM goes the hammer off. mid conversation. a conversation that should feel safe with a man she should feel safe with but none of that is there. there is no space for her. (and yes i know hes aiming at viktors puppet but that isnt somethng mel is aware in that moment)

it all leads up to a fight and eventually they walk together and he apologizes, although very distantly and without much explanation, and despite it all, despite having good reasons to shut off and not share what she's feeling, she does. she talks to him about what is on her mind and they have a short, bittersweet exchange but it's just nowhere to what they've established in the first season. as a shipper of course that is super frustrating, but as a mel fan it's just sad to see that the person she felt safe enough to seek comfort in is just so closed off. but not only that, it's obvious they're parting ways and it's very obvious this is coming from his side and i think that is also why she so wilingly accepts it. she doesn't fight much back throughout their whole fight earlier either, she tries to explain herself, but doesnt demand that room for herself even though in this relationship she should be able to take just as much room for herself and her feelings as he does, but she doesn't. she just lets it happen and i understand it bc you have this man you trust and probably love and his first reaction to you is hostile when hostile has never been a response to her. he made a complete u-turn and of course that's off putting, maybe even scary, of course it shuts her down, makes someone who's so good with words and fighting just try to cause as little damage as possible because that is how she's grown up, isn't it?

and that is why i am sad about this. she learned that love doesnt have to look like her mothers and that being vulnerable isnt a weakness and its his doing but here she is met by this kind of hostility she only knows from noxus and it hurts even more that it COMES FROM HIM and over something as SAVING HIS LIFE when its clearly was an act out of love and not investment bc if i'd would've been just that than she would've saved viktor as well? but it wasnt about that. it was her subconscious making a decision and it was something her mother would describe as an act of weakness (theres a reason she gets renni to attack him bc she sees how fond mel of him is maybe even because shes been fond of a man herself once and she knows what itll do) and i think the worst part about it is that she doesnt ever get to truly articulate this or anything else and now that jayce is gone (dead? in a stone? who knows?) she won't get to ever probably. she won't get to say what she thinks and explain herself truly and she won't have anyone to confide in, to be comforted by or comfort. elora is dead, kino wasn't real and the real one is actually dead too, jayce is well whatever he is, and her mother died in her arms. yes, mel is a mage and that is fucking awesome and i was so happy to see her go off and get so many spotlights in battle, but shes also so fucking tragic actually. because here she is with a fuck ton of weight on her shoulders, the noxian army looking up to her, the whole name, not knowing who her father is or what any of her powers mean, the whole black rose thing, everything unresolved between her and jayce, the death of the people she loves, and shes all alone with it. shes all alone with it and she gets no one. man im just fucking sad that this woman got a glimpse of what it could be like to be loved and have someone to "come home to" just for her to have literally no one left like why do you hate black women so much why cant they get a fucking good ending and why cant they be fucking loved even when things get hard

also im lowkey mad that jayce got to find comfort in her lap so many times and not once did she get that in return, not even a squeeze of her shoulder, but dont let me get started on that....

[seeker-ophelia]

Ophelia’s Review, Part Two: Thedas, The Dragon Age System

Some things I need to get off my chest.

One. This does not feel like a Dragon Age game.

Two. That doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.

Three. I have a lot of feelings right now but I’ll come back when my brain has re-hydrated itself.

(I finished Veilguard at 10PM on Monday, and wrote this the morning after. And its still true, 5 days later.)

TLDR at the bottom

[Read Part 1 Here]

I do miss the heady blend of power, intrigue, danger, and sex that permeates these events games.

[Photo Cred: Dumped, Drunk & Dalish]

Because Veilguard is missing all of that.

Listen, it’s good. Great even. I loved it. Cried. Laughed. Dropped my controller and paced around the room for 5 minutes in anger and angst. Drank a bottle of wine in the bathtub after Solavellan’s happy ending (and my Rooks sad one). But this is not a Dragon Age game.

It is Dragon Age ADJACENT. Similar of course. The backbone is there. The direction, the vector, is there. But the execution…

Dragon Age (Origins through Inquisition) for me, was A Song of Ice and Fire. I love that series.

It was deep. It was harsh. It was MEAN. If offered me hope and then snatched it away. The world-building, the lore crafting, was intense and deep and required attention and critical thought. The characters were nuanced and troubled and real.

Veilguard, for me, is Eragon.

I also loved that series. It is pure and good and takes me on a journey through a fantastical land of dragons and heroes, of good versus evil, of mysteries and magic. But, it is juvenile. Its simple. It doesn’t try to be anything other than it is. Veilguard, is shallow.

The essence is there, beneath the surface Veil, pressing and bursting at the seams to escape, but is being held back by a gentrification of Thedas, the Tranquility of the Dragon Age world, if you would.

The Lore

I don’t want to go into to much about it (its going to be its own post, I think), but I love the lore of Dragon Age. I love learning about it. I love the questions, the pervasive theme that history is only as true as the historians who write it; things get lost, muddled, confused through and over time. And Veilguard, kind of feels like I’m being spoonfed? Like I’m a baby.

I think EA did BioWare a disservice by making this game for new players, instead of assuming that RPG players have the intelligence and wherewithal to comprehend at least a little bit of lore and history, or at the very least, introduce a cannon world state. You can have your cake and eat it to, but, as Veilguard shows, it diminishes the quality of the cake as a whole.

This game is an Action RPG. This is a game about combat. For the record, the first, second, third, 17th time I saw my Rook in their Takedown Animation, I said, out loud, ‘Dragon Age, G.O.T.Y.’ I swore at my inability to time dodges properly, I planned and schemed with primers and detonators and damage types. This is very reminiscent of The Witcher and Assassins Creed, for me (I have not played a ton of games, im sure there are others more like it). It was fun, it was challenging. But. This is not Dragon Age. Its Something Else™.

Dragon Age: Dark Origins

When people say Dragon Age is a dark game, they’re not talking about the gameplay, or the graphics, or the art direction.

Dragon Age deals with dark subject matter. Slavery. Racism. Religion. Politics. Power dynamics. Mages versus Templars. Addiction. Death. War. An unstoppable contagion that deals death indiscriminately. THAT’S what makes Dragon Age Dark.

These stories are deep. They’re hard. And yeah, they weren’t always handled properly (lookin’ at you, Gaider), but doing something wrong… looks like it might actually be better than pretending it doesn’t exist.

As a Sollavellan, I’m unspeakably glad they didn’t yassify Solas. He is still an unlikable character who has committed unspeakable war crimes. And we got a redemption arc that did not end in death. That’s a win for me.

But they kept his darkness at the expense of lightening literally EVERYTHING ELSE in Thedas.

What the fuck happened to Zevran’s Crows? I got the Puss-in-Boots-Found-Family Assassin Agency.

Where are the slaves in Minrathous? Where’s the trip to the upper city, gilded and clean, so we can compare it to the slums of Dock Town (which was not bad at all). Where is the “Rescue the Rabbits” Quest? Tevene Politics boils down to Dorian or Mave, “bad” or “good,” change from within, or power to the people.

The whole Qunari are just Bad™ now? The Antaam warriors turned into… what the fuck is even that? You know the advertising theory where women’s bodies are shown but not their heads or faces? This feels like that. Giant Grey Muscular Powerful Bodies with NoFace. THAT’S the Antaam? The Tamassrins really eliminate every embodiment of individuality from them? They’re just Storm Troopers?

And ‘Thal’enaste, what a lost plot thread to not have Lace and Solas meet in the deep roads, or Kal-Sharok, or fucking anywhere. Instead, you give her one little blurb of “companion banter.” Weak.

Where’s the racism towards the Elves? What happened to that? What happened to Dark Thedas? Oh, its actually all in the South, and thats destroyed now (lets put a pin in that for a minute).

The Companions

I have written and re-written this section 3 times. Its too long. I don’t need to mention them all. How to summarize them.

If you read my part 1, you’ll remember how I fell in love with Dragon Age 2, years after its release (after playing Inquisition, in fact), and how I fucking hard I fell for those very real, very troubled, very nuanced characters.

Anders and his quest for freedom, Fenris and his quest for vengeance. Merrill and her quest for knowledge, Isabella and her quest for… other cultures relics, I guess?

I hated the graphics in 2. It was the characters that carried that game. I don’t know how BioWare wrote them, but they failed to do that in VG.

My favourite character in Inquisition? Surprisingly, its not Solas. Its not even Cole, or the Iron Bull, or Dorian.

Its Cassandra.

I love her. Her story is SO complex. Her devotion to the Seekers, to the Andrastian Faith, is so pure, yet it does not impede her friendship with a Dalish elf who believes in gods that she does not. It does not stop her form forming close bonds with other people from different backgrounds, and although she is fearless in calling out the darkness in her own faith, its sins and its rot, she admits to her Herald that she is envious of the Heralds conviction.

Which character in Veilguard has that nuance?

The necromancer afraid of death? The Elvhen Engineer with ADHD? The literal Demon of Vyantium Puss-In-Boots? The smirking detective? The questioning Qunari? Or the gruff monster daddy?

Listen. I read trash. Smut, romantasy... I read objectively bad literature, for fun, all the time. And, I have a fantastic imagination. It is my own personal fleshing out of theses characters that saved me in this game.

But I should not have had to do that.

The Keep

I cannot explain to you, in words, how important those one-off codices and cameos are.

(Don’tThinkAboutIsabela Don’tThinkAboutIsabela Don’tThinkAboutIsabela).

*Grimaces* Okay.

I can speak no more about this. I am already writing a “Keep” DLC for Veilguard.

I would have rather lived in your world state than this abomination. Which leads me to…

‘The Soft Reboot’

So. The South is Gone. That’s the answer. The Hero of Ferelden. Hawke and their siblings. Everything is wiped clean, just as EA asked. All of the South, turned to the Hissings Wastes and the Anderfels, because of the Blight and the hubris of the Gods. What a tragedy. DA5 looks likes its overseas. Cool.

You know what would have been a better reboot?

Spite, taking over Lucanis’ body, walking through the Ossuary, or the catacombs of Minrathous, explaining to Rook how the heavy emotions of People manifest in the fade. The birth of a spirit. Or a demon.

Taash, meeting a spirit face to face in Arlathan, recoiling in disgust, until they help the spirit on its journey, and Taash begins to question their whole worldview surrounding demons. I- I mean spirits.

Emmerich, taking Rook on a lecture-walk through the fade, meeting spirits, solving puzzles, ‘you know, its not so bad in here, what’s the big deal?’

Bellara, instead of discovering Cyrian only to lose him, meets the demon formed of his death, and how to help him back into a spirit.

Neve, following a trail of wisps in the fade, learning things, memories, feelings, songs. Neve, reveling in the pure beauty of the wisps, until they lead her to Vir Dirthara, and her eyes grow wide, what is this place?

Davrin and Assan, after hard training in the High Anderfels, take a break, and while Rook and Davrin flirt, or joke, Assan finds a long string, and begins to play, the string growing and lengthening and thickening until a soft, feminine whisper fills the air, I Am So Sorry… And Rook and Davrin meet a strange spirit, a perfect combination of protection and regret, and they help her find her way home.

Harding, palms flat on the stone, pushing, working, threading her magic into a titan, tilting her face up to Rook, eyes shining blue, speaking in a thousand voices at once, let me show you what was lost, and for a millisecond, we FEEL Isatunoll.

The Dwarvhen was tranquil’d from their Memories, but the Elvhen were tranquil’d from the Fade.

And when Solas turns from Rook in Minrathous, I am sorry for this final betrayal, he is puzzled at the lack of retaliation, and turns to see the Veilguard, standing behind Rook, eyes locked on the giant eye-shaped rift in the sky.

Why are you not stopping me? He asks the group of misfits.

And Rook answers, I can admit when I was wrong. Tear it the fuck down.

And Solas, battered, bruised, and bloody, smiles, brandishes his ritual dagger with a flashy flip, banishes the blight, and tears down the Veil.

When I learned there were only going to be 3 choices carried over from the rest of the series into Veilguard, I tagged my complaint posts with something.

#You Cannot Dangle A Carrot In Front Of Me For 10 Years And Then Not Be Surprised At My Anger In Discovering It Was A Painted Dowel

Let me reiterate. I enjoyed this game. It was fun for me. I’m in the middle of my second playthrough and am planning a third, and a fourth. But this is NOT a Dragon Age game.

This is an EA game. And its good. But it could have been everything.

Bellanaris.

TLDR;

How torn I feel; lobotomized, rendered tranquil, separated from the memories, lore, and spirits, of the old Dragon Age, while still, like the Veilguard, wanting this world to endure.

Var lath vir suledin, BioWare.

For now.

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire — human blood bank (s2)

part three (not proofread)

i will not be writing explicit content/material for ni-ki but there will be mature themes around him. he’s a vampire for sake. 🤍

smut/explicit content will be coming soon regarding other members for you dirty minded whöres 🫶🏽

in case you missed it, i will not be posting any thing until beginning of november. i doubt i will post sooner but just keep an eye out. writing isn’t interfering with my day to day life, im genuinely just unmotivated, lost enthusiasm when it comes to posting.

and to 100% be real i have really bad social comparison/imposter syndrome right now.

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“you’re hiding something from me, sunoo!” you scolded one of the youngest, crossing your arms looking him in the eye.

his cheeks turned red, his voice going up an octave with a crack, “no i am not!”

“you’ve been quieter than usual, and looking at ni-ki with some questionable eyes lately.” you tilted your head.

sunoo sighed. “yes, but i really don’t even know what’s going on.” he whispered, looking around the hall. “i don’t want to say too much just in case one of the olders are meddling. i don’t want ni-ki to get into trouble for something i’m not even sure about.”

“what do you mean?”

sunoo hesitated on how much he should say. “just lately he’s been coming home late—,”

“that’s not weird?”

“—crawling through my window.” sunoo finished. you looked confused and suspicious yourself.

“why would he crawl through your window?” you questioned.

sunoo shrugged. “probably not to make too much noise coming through the front or back door. he knows i keep it open for a fresh breeze.”

“your room is on the second floor? what, does he have flying abilities now?”

sunoo laughed. “oh please, he climbs up the tree near my window.”

“oh, well that would make more sense.” you nodded. you tapped your chin then got the best idea. “we should follow him!”

sunoo shook his head. “that could be worse. we don’t know what he’s getting into. we could get hurt if we aren’t careful.”

“well i could for sure get hurt, but with your sensitivity we for sure can get the vibe of what’s going on around us!”

sunoo shook his head once again with a sigh. “i still don’t think it’s a good idea. at least not right away, not right now.”

you groaned. “thanks for ruining my dreams of becoming a spy for once.” you pouted

sunoo chuckled. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“i could say the same for you blondie.”

“what y’all talking about?” ni-ki’s voice startled both you and sunoo.

“oh nothing.” you waved. you were a terrible liar. sunoo’s lip curled up at how terrible you were.

“doesn’t seem like nothing.” ni-ki smirked.

sunoo could feel power and control radiating off of ni-ki. for the past few days it’s like it has gotten stronger from him.

“mhm ni-ki, when was the last time you fed?” sunoo asked randomly.

ni-ki looked at sunoo with a warned expression and smile. “why?”

“it has been a while since you fed from me. like a month? two?” you asked. “i thought newbies had to feed more often?”

“when’s the last time sunoo fed?” he shot back.

both of you were taken aback. “oh, um,” you now looked at sunoo with a wondering expression.

“about the same.” sunoo answered with a defeated sigh.

ni-ki didn’t have to say anything as his face said it all. “not all newbies are the same, i thought jay and sunghoon explained it to you.” ni-ki tapped your nose causing you to scrunch it.

“they did. sometimes i just don’t listen.” you admitted.

“which is very bad on your end, love.” jay added, coming up behind the three of you. jay kissed the back of your head.

you turned around with a smile. “i can’t help that you talk too much sometimes.” you chuckled. “you know my brain can’t focus for too long!”

“are they sucking the intelligence out of you as well?” ni-ki taunted.

“don’t make me slap you.” you threatened, pointing a finger at him.

ni-ki just laughed. “i’ll be going out tonight.”

“again?” jay and sunoo asked at the same time.

“ooo, with eunchae?” you teased.

“no, with some guys i met recently.” ni-ki leaned against the wall behind him.

“wait really?” you asked. “you made friends outside of eunchae?”

ni-ki rolled his eyes, “yes sweetheart.”

“who are they?” jay asked. “do we happen to know them?”

“nope. and they just call themselves the boyz or whatever.”

“names?”

“what are you? my dad?” ni-ki scoffed with an annoyed undertone.

“no, but i vowed to look after you.” jay’s voice deepened, bringing on his authoritative tone. “so i will ask you again. what. are. their. names?”

“sunwoo and eric are the two i’m closest to and gotten to know the most.”

“you should invite them over.”

“of course. let me make sure they can ask their mommies.”

“knock off the attitude.” jay warned.

you and sunoo gasped. it’s been a while since you all noticed this behavior. basically, since the first time he was turned.

sunoo knew the last time he acted this way was when he had human blood. not from you.

it seemed ni-ki noticed sunoo’s change of demeanor. he knew sunoo wasn’t dumb. sunoo however stayed zipped lip when ni-ki gave him a look of warning, something menancing almost.

“be nice! all of you!” you scolded. “i swear sometimes i hate living with a bunch of men!” you huffed and stormed away from the three.

“oh sweetheart, i’m always nice.” ni-ki smiled.

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you had fallen asleep in the comfortable beanbag—like—couch in the library, jay and sunghoon had once again prepared for you in the new house.

your safe haven.

laying on your stomach, book open next to you, your eyes tightly shut, with occasional moving from dreaming. mouth slightly opened due to drool and some snores.

your dream suddenly felt dark. like, a dark storm cloud. felt as if someone was standing over you. behind your close eyelids, in your dreams, it felt as if a dark shadow was looming over you.

red eyes, sinister grin, fingers lightly tracing over your back. your body start to shake, convulse almost.

you screamed. you screamed yourself awake, immediately sitting on your knees. your body flushed hot. your skin felt as if it was on fire.

your breath was uneven, you had to calm yourself down by deep breathing. hand on your chest.

“baby!” sunghoon came running into the library where he heard your screams. “are you okay?” he rushed to your side looking for any signs of hurt.

“just—just a bad dream.” you said through panic breaths. your head hung down, as you leaned your forehead against sunghoon’s shoulder as he held you tight. you felt as if your energy was flushed and drained from your body.

“let’s get you to bed.” sunghoon soothed and picked you up, no problem.

from the doorway of the library, ni-ki watched the older take care of you. his face flat of any expression.

“what happened?” jake came running up next to the youngest. “i heard a scream from our girl.”

“she’s fine.” ni-ki answered flatly. “just a bad dream.” he whispered, watching sunghoon carry you out your library.

“is she okay?” jake asked sunghoon, ignoring the youngest.

sunghoon nodded, holding you tightly against him. “just a really bad dream.” sunghoon and jake observed your tear streaked face. “she’ll sleep with me tonight. when jay, heeseung, and sunoo come back from the bank, let them know.” he ordered to the two.

jake nodded, ni-ki blankly staring.

“will do, sunghoon.” jake nodded politely.

sunghoon continued his walk to his room with you in his arms, jungwon coming up the stairs soon after.

“did you have to push me so hard down the stairs?” jungwon asked jake, rubbing the back of his head. “im a vampire, not invincible, dumbass.”

jake chuckled, “sorry, i heard her scream so loudly and fearful, i got scared myself.”

jungwon stretched his limbs. “well, is she okay?”

“she’s fine you two.” ni-ki said shaking his head. “worrying for nothing.”

ni-ki walked off annoyed to his room.

“what’s up his ass?” jungwon asked, jake shrugged.

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jay, heeseung, and sunoo arrived back at the house late, around 11 pm after stopping by the bank.

“we need to talk.”

a voice startled the three men, almost causing them to drop some of the blood supply.

“i wish people would stop startling me today!” sunoo complained.

“aren’t yall vampires? how did you not hear me?”

jay narrowed his eyes to sakura. “what are you doing here?”

sakura looked over their shoulder. “you literally have a human blood bank with fresh blood. why steal from an actual blood bank?”

“we can’t always feed on her. she’ll get too weak with all seven of us.” heeseung explained.

sakura nodded her head in understanding. the blood the boys had wasn’t the best, but it would hold them over when there are days you need a break.

“again, what are you doing here?” jay crossed his arms.

sakura rolled her eyes. “what’s got your panties in a twist?”

sunoo and heeseung failed at holding in their laughter. when jay looked at the two, they quickly straightened up, looking around.

“i’m worried about eunchae. something isn’t right with her lately.”

“and what, since she hangs around ni-ki the most you think he has something to do with it?” jay snapped.

“jeez, would you calm down and stop jumping to conclusions, jay?” sakura now crossed her arms, tired of jays standoffish behavior. “i’m only asking, to see if ni-ki has voiced his concern about her too.”

“no, he hasn’t said anything.” heeseung answered politely, then looked to sunoo. “you’ve been closest to him lately, has he voiced anything to you?”

sunoo shook his head. “no. what’s going on with eunchae?”

sakura sighed, “it’s just, she’s been coming home really late, lately. i’m not mad about that. but in the morning she always has the worst headache like a hangover, and never remembers the night before, other than being with ni-ki.” she explained. sakura hesitated, then added, “i’m worried for our safety. weird things have been happening to the girls and the house lately. just random things missing.”

“are you still drinking that tea of yours?” jay asked.

sakura nodded. “of course.”

“then you all should have nothing to be worried about. that tea literally blocks any coercion from any supernatural entity.”

sakura nodded. “thanks jay.”

“if you need us though, we’re here.” sunoo smiled gently.

“thanks sunoo.” sakura smiled to the boy. “at least one of you all have manners.”

sakura walked off, and the boys carried the bags into the house.

“should we be worried?” sunoo asked.

jay shook his head. “no, we have nothing to be worried about.”

upon entering the house, jungwon immediately came to help put away the bags, and jake explained that you were asleep with sunghoon due to a nightmare.

in the distance, ni-ki had watched the exchange between his own and eunchae’s from the shadows, listening in carefully.

he turned his head to the boy next to him. “what is sunwoo up to?”

eric shrugged. “i usually don’t ask him questions.”

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[slytherinshua]

hi it's me again! hope ur day's been good, wasn't going to send more asks for a while since the last one but since you were asking for more soft thoughts AND make it magical this time, i had to 😣 thought of being like a village person who is very adamant that fairies exist and while strolling thru the field one day you just find yushi/sunoo laying there and surrounded by flowers and even tho u don't k anything abt him u make it ur thorough mission to accuse him of being a fairy and he's SOO mad at this bcuz not only were u rlly cute about it but he also was a fairy and he's not about to reveal himself bcuz he thinks ur cute 😭😭

SKDJKS STOP GOODBYE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO FUCKING CUTE??? okok i'm gonna do yushi bcuz i love yushi but this is also reminding me of my jaehee fic im writing lmfao cause he is a fairy in that as well although its a stardew valley au not magical BUT YUSHI AS A FAIRY!! wc: 1k. genre/warnings: fairy au. reader is very excitable. not proofread and soft thoughts so it's very very messy be warned this is really just a jumble of thoughts.

fairies were always shrouded in secrecy, especially in your village which was right next to a forest thought to be home to many magical creatures. the village leaders banned anyone from going into the forest due to its dangerous nature, but you've always wondered about it. there were a few books on fairies, but all the information in them was unconfirmed and more speculation than fact. some even swore that fairies were completely made up and didn't exist in the real world, but you always liked to imagine that they did, and maybe they even lived among you.

so, ever since you were little, you started to imagine your own version of what fairies would be like. of course, they would be breathtakingly beautiful and gentle. they would have magical powers and glitter in the sunlight. their presence would be so harmonious and lovely that even butterflies would flock to their side. maybe they could grow flowers with the touch of a finger or could fly around with butterfly like wings? your imagination was truly endless, especially when you were little. but once you got to schooling age, you started to get made fun of for your obsession with the mythical creatures.

although you insisted that they were real, your classmates just laughed at the idea, telling you to not kid yourself with fictional fantasies. but no one was ever able to truly shut you up about the idea. you still daydreamed about fairies unabashedly, no matter what anyone else thought about them. to you, they were real.

after an annoying encounter with a guy in the village who seemed adamant on winning you over, you decided to take a stroll through the flower field to clear your head. cursing the guy under your breath wasn't helping as much as you would've liked. not only was he ugly, and full of himself, he was also downright rude. you definitely weren't going to let him sour the entire rest of your day.

pink, blue, and yellow flowers were blooming all over the field. butterflies and bees buzzed around happily, caring to the sweet-smelling blossoms. you saw that the butterflies seemed to keep flying to one particular spot in the field. it piqued your curiosity, so you made your way over to that part.

immediately, your fantasies about fairies came flooding back to your brain the second you saw the boy lying on the ground. his ginger hair lay over his forehead perfectly, and light freckles adorned his pink cheeks. he was simply beautiful. the second you saw him, your breath was completely taken away. you were sure that if fairies existed, he must be one of them.

"so you do really exist? you aren't just fantasy." a grin spread to your face as you mumbled under your breath. you had been trying to not disturb the sleeping boy, but his eyes flew open as the words left your mouth. maybe fairies had supernatural hearing?

the boy sat up hurriedly, "what? me?" he blinked in confusion, finger pointing back at himself in question. a butterfly landed on his hand and he gently swatted it away, face heating up in embarrassment.

he would've been upset at his nap getting interrupted, but one look at you and all annoyance dissipated. you were really pretty. as a fairy, he really should've been more worried about coming into contact with humans, but it was too late to think about that now. you had seen him, and it wasn't like a vanishing spell was going to last long enough for him to get back to the forest. plus, there was no way you would suspect that he was a fairy. most people didn't even believe they existed nowadays. he was surely safe-

"you're a fairy, aren't you!?"

oh.

his eyebrows furrowed, "no. fairies aren't even real, why would you think that?" gaslighting was never his strong suit, but it was worth a shot either way, right?

"can you do any magic? can you grow flowers?" you didn't seem to have even heard his attempt at refuting you, as you were quick to throw a flurry of questions at him. what scared him the most was how accurate they were. how did you know so much about fairies?

"n-no, i said i wasn't-" he stuttered, interrupted by you shoving a flower in his face.

"try fixing it." you said simply before pulling off some of the flower petals. yushi's heart clenched slightly at the sight. he so badly wanted to reach out and repair it. the poor flower didn't deserve to die. but that would mean outing himself. the risk wasn't worth it.

you sighed as the boy just stared at you blankly, "so you really aren't a fairy? then why do you look like one?" you sat down on the grass with him, arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.

"how do you know what fairies look like? have you ever seen one?"

"well... no." you huffed in exasperation. he was right. "but you look exactly how one would expect fairies to look like! even butterflies can't stay away from you."

it was frankly unfair at how adorable you sounded trying to justify it, especially since yushi knew you were entirely right in your assumption. he could already imagine the look of pure joy and astonishment that would bloom on your face if you heard that he really was a fairy as you suspected.

would it really be so bad to reveal himself?

"what's your name, by the way? i'm y/n."

yushi thought for a second, weighing his options. he could tell you his name and that he was a fairy. he could tell you his name and leave you questioning whether he was a fairy of not. or, he could try to find a way out of the conversation altogether. he rather hated the last option. deciding that the second option was both the safest, and left him plenty of options, he went with it.

"...i'm yushi."

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[mayabruhbruh]

What do you think of the possibility of Will and Chance happening? I feel like it would be really poor writing tbh but I feel like they will give Will a different love interest because they’ll try to make all of the audience „happy“ But that would just truly not align with the writing so far I feel like.

Love your analyses btw<3

THANK YOUU! That's so kind :) And great ask! This is definitely a topic that the ST fandom needs to discuss.

The default question when people have little to no hope in Byler is, well, who the hell is Will going to end up with? Because it’s become increasingly evident that they’re trying to set him up for a romance. The “im not gonna fall in love”, the “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls”, even the gif shown above. It all can be interpreted to mean that Will is going to find his person soon.

So... to be completely honest, I had no idea who Chance was until this ask popped up and I had to look him up💀. It’s been a while since I’ve been on here, so I’m a little rusty on the deep lore lmao. So, in the off chance that others might also be confused, here’s a (rare) gif of him I found.

I think that’s him with the Hawkins cap on the right. Correct me if I’m wrong.

I’m not sure where the rumors that this guy was going to become a bigger part of the show came from, but that seems highly unlikely to me. I feel like they would have either hinted at it in the fourth season (like how they’re giving Patrick here quite a sizeable role so that he’ll be memorable to us later when he gets vecnafied) or they would have announced him as a more prominent character already like how they did for s5 with Holly, that one new kid character, and also how they did Amybeth for s4. Idk, maybe it’s unreasonable to think they would have to do that, but it feels quite too out-of-the-blue. Especially for a character that would take on the role of becoming our central character’s love interest, which is a BIG DEAL. Especially if it’s queer lol.

Secondly, I firmly believe that it would be a disservice to Will’s own desires to meet someone new.

Will said this explicitly in the van scene, and as of now, we’re still under the impression that Mike is his person. Forget about Mike’s issues and feelings for a second, and think about what Will is saying here. He feels like a mistake for being different, but Mike makes him feel like he’s not a mistake at all, that he’s better for being different. Mike gives him courage to fight on. Fuck. Tbh, it makes me wonder how long he’d felt this way. As a byler, you might be inclined to think his feelings have been on for forever, but narratively, he could have easily just realized his own feelings very recently, most likely sometime between season 3 and 4. It doesn’t mean the feelings weren’t there before, but realistically neither Will nor the general audience were aware of it before now.

Moving on.

Has anyone heard of the rule of Chekhov’s gun? It’s an incredibly clever and widely-used tool in screenwriting and storytelling in general that helps to clue the watchers in for what’s to come next.

Think of Lucas’ wrist rocket in season 1. When they introduced it as a flimsy-looking, no-good weapon that he’d put too much pride in at first, it gives us a good laugh and we move on. But really, it very meticulously set us up to subconsciously anticipate to see it again later. That’s what Chekhov’s gun is all about. Set-ups, foreshadowing, hidden treasures.

Another great example would be the painting reveal of s4. Obviously, after finding out that Will was painting something, bylers immediately figured it was for Mike and BEGGED and HOPED and PLEADED that we’d be able to finally see it, but to the general audience it was just another something that they’d have to pick apart and realize was actually of importance as the season progressed. (It’s also a good way of showing that the writers are fully capable of engrossing the entire fan base and general audience in his and Mike’s story. Just knowing Will had painted something and that it was for Mike created this sense of PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IT IS AND WJATS GOING ON and whatnot that watchers are simply so susceptible to it’s insane.)

Okay, back to the van scene. Will’s confession.

Now, I’m not saying that the writers intentionally used this foreshadowing tool for us to find and understand immediately. There are plenty, plenty of instances where writers use Chekhov’s gun principle and it flies over peoples heads purposefully. What I’m trying to say is that, thematically and narratively, they would never have introduced Wills feelings for Mike if not for it to have importance to the story, or for nothing to happen with it at all. It’s a set up. And a maddeningly good one, at that. Because queer stories already do tend to fly over people’s heads, and also because there’s the added drama between Mike and Eleven that makes it seem quite impossible for any of these feelings to be addressed in the midst of such emotional chaos. But whatever. I think I’m rambling.

Basically, whether they end up together or not, whether Mike reciprocates these feelings, Will is forever established to be in love with Mike. The confession was simply too grand and emotional and earnest for him to just switch up abruptly next season when he meets someone new that he might have a better chance with. Even if there were to be a whole new arc for him where he learns to let go of Mike or something crappy like that, it would be terrible writing on their end and poor use of a well-set-up Chekhov’s gun reference. It would be like introducing the gun in the display case in scene one, then two scenes later just tucking it away into a storage closet for the remainder of the story. Like… what?

And plus, it’s HIGHLY unlikely that Will would end up with that sort of storyline next season when he’s literally WITH Mike for presumably a majority of the time (based on the set pics so far).

So that’s my debunking of the Chance rumors :) and I didn’t even get to mention how incompatible they’d be just naturally as characters. Chance, a Jason-following jock that hates Dungeons and Dragons, fantasy and nerdy things, and willingly assisted in beating up the Hellfire Club when they were trying to find Eddie. What about that at all screams Will’s type? And if you’re thinking “unconventional couple enemies to lovers”, just don’t. This isn’t a rom-com, especially for a queer plot line lol. I think it’s safe to say there’s no “chance”😉 that they will ever happen. And either way, it’d be a bummer if they did. Cus it would just be Will defeatedly settling for someone that isn’t Mike.

UGH! It makes me sad that the one thing that is firmly being teased by the writers (Will’s love playing a major role in the plot to come) is constantly being questioned and framed as different questions. “Will Mike reciprocate?” “Does this mean Mike and Eleven break up?” “Who will end up with who?” SHHH Frankly, to me this is already a win. It’s become obvious that Will having feelings for him will come up again soon, and the rest of the evidence that accounts for Mike’s end already speaks for itself, so I prefer to just sit back and watch it all unfold.

Again, thanks so much for the ask!! This was so fun to dissect and feel free to keep sending questions into my inbox. It might take me a second to post my response but I’m determined to get through all of them. Love you guys!! <3

[victarin]

Question about the Unknown Fazbear entities. Are they constructs made by Fazco, or did they just suddenly appear? Where did they come from?

Also, can I make a little friend for your Sun and Moon variant?

hi hi !!! im so so so sorry for taking so ridiculously long to respond to this but ah! this is something im hoping to get more into throughout the videos :) this is going to be long so i'll answer ur second question here: if ur still interested yes!!!! oh my god that would be so cool!!! what!!!

and for ur first question:

(actual answer + VD below the cut !)

they are a bit of both! Fazbear Entertainment being Fazbear Entertainment (and especially with the new AR mask stuff from the ruin dlc) was experimenting with a brand new virtual companion kind of thing ever since the pizzaplex burned down! its similar to the AR app (that.. isnt very canon as far as im aware but doesnt seem too far of a stretch from what they would do) & scp-1471 - with the fun twist being that its not an app. it's almost like a reality-warping virus, ig??

so to answer your question: yes, they were made by fazco! but (and i tried to hint at this in the third video but im honestly not sure how well they came across) despite limiting the first batch of these "virtual companions" to the beta testers that signed up for the program, a couple of strays ended up on the front porch of other people's brains (including "you"/the pov you play as throughout the videos)

the current idea im working with is that the entities are linked to the original (decommissioned) animatronics, but duplicated - think the way that freddy comments on there being other freddies in other pizzaplex locations. im really liking the idea of subtle variations between entities: same original source, same memories, but slightly different reactions, personalities and effects on their host!! i imagine especially so for entities based on aggressive animatronics like monty. some of them are a tad confused on why theyre there.

thank you for sending this ask!!! again im SO so sorry for taking so long to respond!!! at least part of it was waiting for myself to finish the third video and the other part of it was just me never getting around to it i fear :( i hope u have such a wonderful day !!!

[VD: a video of entity sun speaking to the viewer through captions. entity sun is drawn in a simplistic lineless style. their face is half shadowed and they are missing a ray; they are cropped below their neck ruffles, which are larger than their canon ruffles and have a second pair of sheer ruffles underneath. sun stares at the viewer before saying, “where i came from?”. they tilt their head to the right. “a lot of thoughts you’re having there, friend.” “i don’t know if you need to worry about all of them.” Silence. “do you?” Silence. “Do you think you need to worry?” Longer silence. “Are you worrying about anything, starlight?”. This last dialogue lasts longer than the others. In the last few seconds of the video, moon faintly appears behind sun, looking distraught. The video cuts to black. / end VD.]

[deathbxnny]

Hi there! You asked some HSR angst, well here you go! can i request Jing Yuan and Blade x s/o who was the royal guard and prince/ss of Khaenri’ah.

More context on reader:

They were the second born child of Khaenri’ah’s Royal Family and part of the royal guards. So somehow during the Cataclysm the reader was transported to the HSR universe. They were VERY traumatized of just what happenend and had put up an upbeat and plucky personality as a coping mechanism for what happened. They traveled the universe for sometime before they met Jing Yuan/Blade and ofc learned of Aeons. They dont like the Aeons and any mention of them would get rid of their upbeat facade quickly. They associate the Aeons with the Archons that destroyed their nation, now they know they arent the gods that did it but they cant help it. Basically Dainsleif’s attitude to anthing archon related but much chiller? Bc again they’re not the same ones who destroyed their nation so their willing to give them a very small benefit of the doubt.

How would they react to their s/o revealing their past and immortality to them after they had snapped at someone for something (probably aeon related that hit a bit too to home?) and became distant towards everyone for while. They tearfully revealed their past and then later go on a rant about their hatred toward gods. Also how would their lover react hearing about the curse (The pureblood and the half blood/non blood khaeri’ahns) the people of Khaenri’ah received.

How would they react towards their s/o being suicidal because the erosion that the curse cause them to have is THAT bad they just wanted to die but cant bc they cant die from being murdered as they can self regenarate or from old age. (Think of the demons from kimetsu no yaiba, like when yushiro got his head decapitated, yeah im pretty sure their lover saw their head get regenerated like one time)

Hope you enjoy this angsty request and have a good day/night!

- Flower Anon 🌸

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A/N: I re-read this 5 times, but for some reason my brain refused to process any of it, so I hope this still turns out okay lmao... thank you for the request tho and sorry for the long wait.

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, established relationships, some rough description of the Khaenri'ah curse thing, small mentions of reader being suicidal

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan always silently questioned your past and often wondered why you were so secretive about it. However, he also respected your boundaries and therefore never pushed you for any answers, as he knew how sensitive some topics were. But when you one day just snapped at someone for the simple mention of the Aeons and God's, he started slowly piecing together your story on his own. It definitely also helped, that you eventually just spilled everything to him.

He was understanding and supportive, horrified to hear about the curse and it's consequences. He had heard of and seen many evil things, but this still shocked him. Especially after learning what the curse did to you as well. He was deeply upset when he heard about your want to die and despite understanding it, he still made sure you knew how important you were to him.

He tried making you see the bright side of it at least, as the curse gave him the opportunity to spend an endless lifetime with you at his side, something he deeply wished for. And he was glad, that he could, even with it being a horrible curse that allowed him to be.

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》Blade

Blade didn't really care about your past at first, as you never seemed to care about his. It was a mutual understanding between you two to just not mention it and try moving past it together, despite Blade's need for revenge. And at first, he was content with that, until he noticed your strong disdain for God's/Aeons. This confused him, as he didn't understand what it was that bothered you so much, until you eventually broke down and told him about it in a long rant.

He listened to you quietly, as you spoke about your people and their curse. About how you were sick of living and just wanted to finally rest. About how you were just really done with everything. And he understood you perfectly. He really did. Especially as he himself was cursed to immortality and wanted to die more than anything. The fact that you felt the same as him brought him more solace than anything in this world ever could.

But that's exactly why he also was so adamant on you continuing on even through your curse. After meeting you, he realised that immortality may not be as bad as he originally thought, especially when it's just spent with you. He'll help you get your revenge, as long as you promise to stay with him forever too.

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A/N: I'm genuinely praying this is even slightly coherent. Sorry for the wait Flower Anon and thank you again for the request!

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Part two

Leland Coyle x F! Reader

Summary: reader has been trying to escape the trials since she arrived. One night she stumbles along a house that is out of the way . It is occupied by Leland Coyle and he makes a deal with her: keep his house clean with dinner every night and you can stay here.

W! Not really. Hes just grabby

Coyle was still holding you in his grip with his palm cupping your cheek, his cheeky grin and cigarette inches from your shaking face. The man was so happy, “a new wife. Its about time, this my what 3rd? 4th? Ah it does not matter." The man stood up straight, finally letting you go, “its upstairs, but I'm sure you know that since ya was poking around in here” Coyle gestured to the stairs while removing his hat, belt, and setting his electric prod down on a nearby table. Without a moment to think you ran up the stairs back to the bedroom right into the restroom to spin the shower knob turning it on, your old dirty clothes were shedded within seconds and that alone was a relief for you. You were not putting them back on ever, quickly you stepped into the old tub letting the water hit you as you closed the raggy curtain . “god……..” you sighed with great relief, the pressure of the water was a little finicky but you did not care. Slowly you closed your eyes leaning on the tile wall just letting the warmth take over. After countless nights of sweat, blood and dirt covering you this was the greatest thing in the world right now. While you were washing you were looking around the restroom with your head poked out from the curtain, you spotted Coyle standing there, leaning on the door arms folded and cigarette burning lightly.

“..yes?” you asked a little confused.

“Lookin for something?” he asked while scanning around the room as if to mock you.

“Uhm.. a cloth to wash myself. “ you told him, holding the curtain to your body to cover it. Coyle leaned down, opening the cabinet under the sink to toss you a bright yellow cloth that hit you in the face. ‘Oww..” the cloth fell on your palm and it looked.. Brand new. “Have you used this?” you asked shooting him a look. “Nope” was all he said. “When was the last time you showered?”

“Couldn't tell ya sweetie” the man grinned at you as you rolled your eyes. “Okay come on.” you told him while moving to the side and going back behind the curtain. Coyle removed his shades, setting them on the sink and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror , a little dirty .. okay maybe very dirty.. Its not like being clean was on the mans to do list, all he had to do was scare and kill . nothing else mattered. He ended up staring for a long time… when was the last time he saw himself? The hurt the on the side of his face.. His eyes.. Anything. He never really cared to see any of it. “Hey, Coyle.” you poked your head out again. “Ill do it for you, you don't have to do anything if that makes you feel better. “ Coyle shook his head going to you to whip the curtain open with a grunt. “Comin” was all he said as he undressed to get in behind you. Gently you closed the curtain again and turned around with the cloth in your hand to see him looking very grumpy while you stared at his face with big curious eyes. You knew Coyle had gone through some things here in the trials but you never got an up close look at what had been done to him. He was human just like you, maybe that's what made you less scared right now. “Okay, ill start you first then me okay?” you told him as you reached to the side pulling a never opened bottle of soap off the side of the tub that said Murkoff Suds on it. As you were washing him up Coyle would reach over to squeeze your chest or rear only to get no reaction really from you. Instead he got a giggle and sometimes a “ easy there, im not done yet and i need to wash that hand” from you. He continued to grab you everywhere and it all just tickled. “Listen, I have a question?” you said as you scrubbed his chest for him freeing it of all the dirt and what not. Coyle clicked his teeth to smack your rear and grab it with force. “Yea sweetie?” he said as he moved his palm all around. “Uhm.. you said Murkoff delivers food to you? Have you ever requested something special? “ you asked him while fidgeting around since his hand was still roaming around. “Nope, dont care too” he told you. “But if ya wanna leave a note for them to pick up tomorrow morning go for it, if they do you wont get the stuff till the following day” the cloth in your hand was brought to your chest with hesitation, “uhm..” Coyle just rolled his eyes, moving his hand away to tilt your chin up . “i told ya they dont care, and i'm very sure they replaced ya by now, just leave it” you nodded once with a long sigh. “Okay,” if they did want to remove you from the home then.. At least the shower was nice.

After washing up you both got out of the shower, you pulled your panties back on leaving the rest on the floor. These clothes held too many nightmares, too many stories… instead you just went to the bed ready to fall on it when you stopped yourself to really look at it. “Its fine .. damn weirdo. “ he told you as he tossed a light blue shirt to you. Coyle was in some red checkered boxers and a tank top, he threw himself on the bed groaning loudly. “Mm.. okay.” you crawled into the bed on the free side feeling your muscles and head relax.”not so bad…” you said quietly. “I know, now shut up.” Coyle rolled to his side with his back to you. “In the morning i leave, back by i dont know maybe 10. I expect a clean house and dinner” he told you while staring out the window . Usually he would be all over his new wife , making her do whatever he wanted. But he could not get that image of himself out of his head… you managed to drift off not long after leaving Coyle alone with his thoughts.

Coyle left early morning like he said, he was putting on his hat getting ready to walk out the door when he stopped to roll his eyes. “Oh fuck me” he stomped up the stairs to check on you one last time to see you asleep. He stomped back downstairs leaving for real this time for the trials. You woke up a little later, it was a decent sleep, your nerves got the better of you a few times, waking you up to make sure you were still alive but besides that…it was an alright sleep. You got up, took a fast shower, got dressed and found a washing machine and dryer downstairs in a small room only there was no soap. “Mm… oh the supplies.” quickly you made your way to the back door peeking out the window to see a basket . slowly you opened the door, hoping nothing would stab you in the chest. You snatched the basket up, closing the door to see a can of beans, bread, butter and nothing else. “Okay.. pen.. Pencil…” after going through some draws you finally found a pencil and began writing down what you wanted on an old piece of tan cardboard you found. “Food, cleaning supplies….clothes. “ with a sigh you place the basket back on the doorstep with the cardboard in it . “Hopefully I'm still alive tomorrow” you told yourself as you started to clean up the house.

At the trials Coyle was a little lost in his head, having a new wife should be exciting… Why was he not excited.. He was at first but you seem different to him, a weirdo yea but different. The constant screaming , door slamming, pleading for lives filled his head drowning out any thoughts he had of you making him shake his head while biting into his smoke. Its not like he can tell anyone about what's happening either. He kicked a mannequin out of his way while he made his way down the hall to the main office room. “Gooseberry would just want to meet her and .. that damn guy with the shotgun would just kill her.’ he told himself over and over. He needed to get it together or the scientists would notice a change in his behavior, what the hell were you up to he wondered.

Meanwhile you were outside in the front yard gathering up some trash, the body parts freaked you out along with the puddles of blood but you would usually close your eyes as you tossed the items into the trash bag. “Ew ew ew …” was all you said. Back in the Murkoff building the basket was set on a table with the note not in it. One of the scientists was holding the piece of cardboard looking at it over and over as if he was seeing things. “Is Easterman here today?” he called out to anyone within hearing distance hoping to get an answer. After a few minutes the man walked into the room with one of his men with him. “In here? Thank you” he said politely dismissing the man with him. “Called for me?” he asked approaching the scientist who handed him the cardboard. “You need to read this, Coyle never leaves things in the basket we bring him every day” he told him quickly.

Easterman flipped the cardboard over then back to the front reading it over. “Can you please include more food, cleaning supplies, soap. And… womens clothes….?” the mans smirk traveled up his cheek as he let out a loud laugh. “What's that man doing? Do we have cameras in that area?” he asked as the scientist nodded, going to his desk to fiddle with the keyboard, changing the screens on the tv to the house. “Yes. just one.” said the man. Easterman and the scientist looked closely at the black and white screen to see you outside cleaning up. “Oh how interesting… which Regent is that?” “uhm… oh 47. She never returned yesterday. I think it was, figured she was dead.” Easterman turned to the note again trying to hold in his chuckle. “Hes playing house. Ill send someone to grab what she needs, maybe a notebook and pen too” “sir? Should we do nothing ? shes living in the trials.” the man waved his hand going to the exit. “Give her what she wants, Coyle will kill her soon enough. “ he told him as he left the room leaving the scientist confused.

It was nearly time to leave and Coyle was walking back to the house with his head up to stare at the pitch black walls around him that seemed to go on forever. It had been a very long time since he saw the sun, or a cloud. The first thing he noticed was the yard looked better and appeared to be swept revealing an old walkway that led to the door. The house did look better for the most part, Coyle never cared how it looked so he left it as is for a while and it eventually got dirty and messy. But now it was clean ish, the couch was in the corner of the room towards the left, the coffee table he always threw his dirty boots on was clean but still had some stains on it that would need soap , the rug needed a deep clean but the walls were freshly washed. He spotted a little box of his dirty clothes in the corner by the laundry room, he assumed it was supposed to be a dirty laundry basket. Ditching his dirty coat, pants and hat into the box the man dropped his electric prod on the coffee table along with his sunglasses and pack of smokes. He could smell food… coming from the kitchen. It smelled like the beans he was always sent and …something else. Going in he saw the beans cooked on an old plate with the bread baked and butter melting off of it, along with you asleep at the table with your arms on it to rest your head on . “still here.. Not dead huh?” Coyle said under his breath taking a chair next to you waking you up. He got a sleepy smile from you. “Welcome home.. I just made it, and it should still be hot. “ was all you said after letting out a yawn. He said nothing, just started eating and it tasted .. amazing. He had this nearly every day. How was it different now? Beans don't just change taste and the bread.. He never baked it, just ate it as it was . And he never thought to melt the butter on it, instead he would toss it in the trash. He was speechless as he ate this food. “I know.. Its not much but I asked for more so ..” your gaze went from him to the table to your hands that were fidgeting. “Did you eat?” he finally said and it made you look right up with wide eyes. “No uhm.. This was all they sent.” Coyle rolled his eyes . “When was the last time you did hm?” “i.. I dont remember but im okay i pro-” Coyle pulled your chair over picking you up and setting you on his lap “ eat something or i'm pushing you down the stairs” . “ah! Uhm… okay i uh. Thank you” you picked up his fork and Coyle wrapped an arm around your hips to feel around you and be all grabby. “Whatever.” was all he said while he watched you eat.

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colby brock x camryn giles (femreader)

summary: camryn giles, a very well known influencer and singer does a collab with the colby brock. there was million videos you could have filmed but you both settled on a truth or drink video.

warnings: drinking, swearing, some suggestive parts (no smut bc i am a chicken)

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i stood infront of my mirror perfecting everything about me, my makeup, every peice of hair on my head and i had completely ram racked my closet searching for the right outfit.

i had settled on a black tank, blue jeans that hung at my hips and my hair was pin straight, i put gold hoops in my ears and slid some gold bracelets on my wrist.

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i arrived at sam and colbys house, i was honestly nervous i had seen most of their videos and they seemed like fun and chill people but that doesn’t mean i wasn’t nervous to meet them in person.

i walked up the steps and lightly knocked on the door, sam had opened the door with a big smile on his face

“hey camryn nice to meet you finally” he exclaimed as he reached out for a hug.

i pulled him in with a warm smile on my face.

“nice to meet you too, im ready to get shitfaced” i replied as i pulled away with a small chuckle.

he laughed with me “well come on in and ill go get colby”

he led me to their living room and when i thought he was gonna get colby he turned to face me.

“so actually colby doesn’t know that you’re coming, he’s like a fan of yours and we want to surprise him”

my face tilted with confusion.

“he thinks he’s filming this video with me but then im gonna bring you out”

“that sounds like fun, so where do i hide?” i said with a mischievous grin.

“just go down to the kitchen and when ill call you out when we’re ready just give us five minutes”

sam seemed so happy to be doing this like he was excited to see what would happen and to be honest i was too, i wasn’t gonna deny that colby is a fine looking man but i didn’t expect him to look the same in person.

i could hear them filming their intro and them about to ask the first question.

“before we answer the first question i may have lied to colby” sam said

there was a moment of silence.

“you won’t be doing this challenge with me”

colby started slightly laughing “what the fuck do you mean”

“come on out”

i walked out of the kitchen into the living room and laid my eyes straight on colby.

his eyes widened as he adjusted himself in his seat, sam was laughing as he looked between us.

“everyone this is the wonderful camryn giles”

sam stood up and i sat down where he was sat.

“hello everyone” i said a smile still on my face from laughing as i waved to the camera.

i turned to colby who’s mouth was hung open as he just stared at me and then he pulled me into a hug.

he hugged me and i swear it was nothing like when sam hugged me, i felt my stomach doing backflips and the smell of his cologne made my mind go crazy.

“nice to meet you” he said still in a state of shock

i laughed at his nervousness “nice to meet you too”

we started the first question and it was for colby.

“what is your favorite song by camryn and why”

he stopped for a moment and stared at sam with a smirk on his face.

“i think die first for sure, just because i think it’s really well written”

my hand flew to my heart and i put a small smile on my face.

“aw thanks”

the second question came.

“camryn, you told me you have watched some of our videos, do you have a favorite”

i pursed my lips to hide my smile, the truth was the first truth or drink video they did. the way he admitted he was dominant ran through my head as i tried to form an answer.

“im not going to drink first so yes i do” i replied back

“are you gonna say what one?” colby shot up eagerly waiting for the answer.

“that wasn’t apart of the question” i said as i shrugged my shoulders.

we held eye contact for a second longer before turning to sam for the next question.

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the game continued and i was now three shots deep and so was colby.

the questions got more and more difficult to answer and more funnier as the game progressed.

“colby who is your recently searched on instagram”

he focused hard trying to remember before he pulled out his phone and opening instagram, he went to his search and his hands flew to his face in embarrassment.

i was already feeling the shots maybe because i hadn’t eaten in hours and my confidence grew by the minute

“are you gonna drink or are you gonna man up” i said with a sense of sarcasm while giggling to myself.

he looked at me peaking through his hands before mumbling “it’s you”

i heard him clear as day i just wanted to make sure the camera heard him.

“once more” i replied with a smirk on my face and raising my hand to my ear.

“my last searched was camryn” he admitted

i giggled to myself, i was pretty proud of myself that i attracted this fine man.

“camryn, if you had to date anyone of our friends who would it be?”

i acted as if i was thinking, i knew who i wanted to say i mean he was literally right next to me.

colby stared at me intensely as he waited to see my answer.

“bottoms up” i said before i grabbed the shot and drank it, my face twisted with disgust as i recovered.

we had two more questions left and there was no way i was gonna lose and be more fucked up than colby.

“what is the most attractive thing about eachother”

i looked at colby looking him up and down scanning his face and i rested my elbows on my knees and my head propped on my hands.

he did the same before we met eye contact and he shot a small wink at me, i smiled and looked away at the camera.

“definitely the tattoos, im a sucker for tattoos” i admitted to the camera with full confidence.

“oh really, do you have any?” he replied, colby knew i had one if he had actually stalked my instagram.

the tattoo was a small snowflake on my lower hip.

with my head slightly spinning i stood up, facing away from the camera and gently pushed my jeans down to reveal the tattoo.

colby didn’t even try to hide his reaction, his eyes widened and a big grin came on his face like a kid in a candy shop.

i turned back around and sat down and turned to him pursing my lips to hide my smile.

“you haven’t answered yet”

“oh yeah- um i think your tattoo”

there was a moment of silence before everyone erupted into laughter, it was hilarious and pretty cute to see colby all flustered and slightly drunk.

the last question, i was kinda sad because that mean my time here with them was almost done. it honestly felt more like we were hanging out than filming a video.

“colby, what’s your biggest sexual fantasy”

he just stared at sam with wide eyes while i smiled and clapped my hands, i wanted to know what it was, what he was into, he was definitely a dominant guy but just the thought of the things he could do and was into made me get all flustered up.

he slowly turned to me and then down at the shot, was he really going to answer the question?

“im gonna drink but let’s just say it involves one person”

with that he grabbed the shot and as he drank it he made eye contact with me and winked.

my hand fell to my mouth as i tried to cover my laugh, he started laughing with me and coughing as he felt the burning sensation of the drink.

they filmed their outro and it was time to say our goodbyes.

they walked me to the door and sam hugged me and thanked me for coming before he turned to go back to the living room to grab the camera equipment.

and there me and colby stood in the door way, i waited for him to say something in silence.

all he did was pull me into a hug and when letting go he laid a kiss on my cheek, i felt my face heating up.

“ill text you when you’re home” he said.

“ok” i spoke softly before turning and walking down the steps to my uber.

i turned back to see him waiting for me to get in, he gave me a wink and closed the door.

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i reached home and immediately slumped down onto my bed, i remembered what colby had said.

i grabbed my phone from my purse and looked to see i had a new dm from him.

my fingers moved quickly as i opened the app and clicked on his name.

there was that heat i had felt when he kissed me that flew across my face.

“can’t wait to show you more tattoos ;))”

a/n: ok guys so i am a major slut for colby so please don’t mind me !! (like please push me down stairs and kick me ill still love you) k anyways i hope u enjoy because i haven’t stopped thinking about their first truth or drink video so this is my debrief.

a/n #2: based on the poll this got the most votes so i hope i don’t let you down !

[professional-sephiroth-scrungler]

Ok wild fuckass theory that probably works more as some type of fan fic AU or fix-it (loosely) and probably won’t happen but chekekfj

This is gonna be very rambly but bear with me

To me it seems that TFS and new details in Rebirth are setting up that Jenova is in more control than we previously thought. While I still believe there is some level of fucked up symbiosis, I question how much is actually Sephiroth (insane or not) and how much is Jenova. Would Jenova want revenge on Rufus for killing Glenn? Probably not because that is a very human, Sephiroth thing to want.

Jenova is a calamity that destroys worlds, we’ve known this since the OG and we’ve known that the Nibelheim Incident was because Sephiroth was rightfully angry, betrayed, and upset at what he had learned (false info but hey). In Rebirth we see it flashing between Sephiroth and Jenova, especially in the reactor where their faces are overlayed for a second. It makes me wonder, while Sephiroth was 100% having a mental breakdown, would he have killed and burned the entire village if it wasn’t for Jenova’s influence. In Crisis Core before leaving for Nibelheim, he was talking about deserting/leaving after this last mission. Without Jenova, i could see him wanting to get revenge on the people who wronged him, take down Shinra, and other such things. But since Jenova’s sole purpose is to be a world destroying calamity, she would twist that want of revenge on those people into just getting rid of all of it and become a god.

Side Tangent. I find the length of Sephiroth’s bangs to be important on telling what Sephiroth we are looking at (sane, short. insane, long) and Square seems to have just kinda forgotten about CC Seph having shorter bangs ig for optimization but it makes moments like in Chapter 8 of TFS confusing where we see very much sane Sephiroth from right before the CC era with long bangs and it cuts to Sephiroth with the same model, as far as i can tell, at the Edge of Creation. That leaves two options I can think of; 1: the Edge of Creation is a Jenova created sub space or mind space that she has been taking Sephiroth to and he has no idea wtf it is yet (unlikely). 2: That little scene was Sephiroth during the Remake Trilogy slowly gathering old memories and maybe even realizing that Jenova is in more control and influenced him more than he originally thought and is slowly regaining his identity. This feels more likely so thats what im gonna continue this rambling with. But please Square, you can sacrifice a few more megabytes to add another hair model to swap in.

Anyways, going with that Sephiroth is slowly remembering who he was, and how episode 1 of TFS seemed to be drawing some pretty harsh parallels between Sephiroth and Rosen plus everything they seem to be setting up with Jenova, i think Square is setting up a type of redemption for Sephiroth. It won’t be a true redemption but it would be something. The line from Rosen, “There is no place for me in your world,” feels very intentional and VERY Sephiroth. The parallels between Sephiroth and Rosen’s isolation and being trained from a young age to do one thing only for Sephiroth to kill him because Rosen feels that he can’t be a part of society feels like a set up for how Sephiroth’s story will ultimately end. If Cloud and crew somehow manage to separately Sephiroth from Jenova or something, there is no place for Sephiroth in the world anymore for very different reasons than Rosen. He’s killed, tortured, tried to end the world; no one would accept him after everything he did. Clearly, sane Sephiroth felt a lot of guilt over who he had killed and was trying his best to be the hero he never truly wanted to be to maybe right his wrongs. But if he gets his mind back, there is no righting the wrongs he had committed. There is no place for him anymore. He had been a dead man for 5 years anyways. The only thing he deserves is death and to finally join the Lifestream. The only catch is if Cloud can show the same empathy young Sephiroth did for Rosen. Any in the end, I think Cloud will be able to. In Advent Children, he showed some level of empathy and compassion for Kadaj in the end.

In the small snippet of Sephiroth we got in chapter 8 of TFS, he was thinking about how hate breeds more hate but compassion can end that cycle. And I think that is going to be the key to finally ending the cycle of FFVII.

[friendshiptothemax]

hi i bet you get this all the time and you dont have to answer if you dont want to BUT what was your journey to being an Actual Tv Writer like? im looking into becoming a writer but im so out of my depth on how to do it

My journey to being a TV writer is incredibly regular -- it's kind of the template of how it should work. That being said not everyone goes this route, and not everyone who tries it is as lucky as I was! But it's kind of the most "basic" method.

I moved out to LA in 2011 to go to grad school. I don't think grad school is necessary for everyone -- the two biggest things I got out of it were time to write and a close group of friends, so if you can obtain that in other ways you might as well save yourself the $$. While I was in grad school, I worked a little in the industry, freelancing as a script supervisor on a number of student films, vanity projects, webseries, and commercials. I also worked at a couple of internships, where I met more people than just my classmates.

Once I graduated, I kept doing the un/underemployed thing (I read and reviewed self-published novels for rent money) until I was lucky enough to get a job as a production office production assistant on an NBC show called Aquarius. I spent a season getting lunches and running copies for the production office (which includes the accountants, art department, locations, and general office staff). I did that on two more shows before I got hired as the writer's production assistant for The Blacklist. I was still getting lunches and running copies, but for the writers! Woohoo!

After two years of that, there was an opening in the writer's room for script coordinator. The script coordinator is kind of between assistant and writer. I read every script about 1,000 times, proofreading, looking for continuity errors, and keeping up the entire writer's room, cast, and crew all on what was the most current copy of the script. It was an amazing job that was hard as fuck but I really enjoyed because I got to really get into the heads of my bosses. In my second year of that, they told me I could pitch them ideas, and I pitched an idea that became episode 618. I wrote it and it went really well, I think in part because I was so familiar with their voice. After that, they brought me on as a writer full time for season 7, and I was a writer there for the next four years.

My advice to you is twofold --

Work on your writing. I really like Pam Douglas' book "Writing the TV Drama Series." There are some good podcasts, particularly by John August and Craig Mazin, though I'm sure there are others. Read as many scripts as you can. When you have a script, enter contests to get feedback. Here is a great list of the most reputable ones, so you can get feedback and hopefully a little credit to your name if you place highly in one.

Make friends. I find that "networking events" are stupid, but HAVING a network is invaluable. Every TV job I've ever gotten is because I knew someone already working there. Move to LA and start meeting people. For me, besides my grad school classmates, it was improv classes, D&D, and working on the low-budget sets as a script supervisor (different from script coordinator, I know it's confusing), but you can find your own thing. The more friends I made in the TV assistant world, the MORE friends I made. As they say, a rising tide raises all ships, and that has been very true for me. Be nice and cool to everyone -- you never know when that construction PA you worked with on one show might be the in to your next.

Good luck!! Let me know if you have any more questions! :)

[mariaofdoranelle]

The Courtship Deception - Part 6: Surprise

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Written for @throneofglassmicrofics

IM SO EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT PART

Warnings: none?

Words: 714

Fenrys’ POV

Chaol’s face looked surprisingly welcoming when Fenrys entered his bedroom’s antechamber.

“You have news from Aelin?”

Fenrys’ eyes sparkled. Straight to the point, as he liked it. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Did she like the gifts?”

“Well…” he picked on his nails, feigning nonchalance. “Her favorite one was a Cartier bracelet.”

“Interesting.” Chaol tilted his head, curious. “I don’t remember her following Cartier on Instagram in the research I did.”

He shrugged. “This just means someone else knows her better.”

“Your point is?”

“My point is that Aelin’s confused to why you agreed to this,” Fenrys lied. His point was actually to send these boys running, but he’d only ruin his agenda by disclosing it. “You either don’t want this, or you were definitely quick to forget about Dorian,” Fenrys not-so-subtly mentioned their scandalous affair.

The man’s face turned somber. “He was quick to forget about me too, wasn’t he?

“Wow.” Fenrys leaned on the wall, carefully trying to pick up on his cues. “So Aelin’s the next best thing, or you’re just trying to get to Dorian by chasing her?”

His jaw tightened. “Are you usually this indiscreet with people like me?”

“Not with people like you, no.” Fenrys looked at Chaol up and down, unafraid. “I’m more used to royal families, I didn’t know lords were so… touchy.”

If someone questioned him, Fenrys was just doing his job—protecting Aelin. She was currently being chased, without her consent, by two boys who, from the looks of it, were willing to marry this girl they couldn’t handle for a month when she was eighteen. Idiots, both of them.

Chaol sat on an armchair, legs crossed, but those tight eyes and flat lips failed to hide his anger. “I still don’t know why you’re here.”

To scare him away, though Fenrys was failing at that miserably. He scrambled his head for a new tactic.

“I…” he trailed, trying to buy some time. “The gifts.” Fenrys cleared his throat. “Aelin liked the Cartier bracelet better. You’re losing the gift battle.”

“And?”

“You’re actually my favorite in the courtship run, you know—“

“That’s hard to believe—“

“Shh. You are,” Fenrys lied, “I’m rooting for you. That’s why I’m suggesting you a new way to get her back, since you used to date.”

Chaol leaned back on his chair, finally interested. “Do tell.”

“Aelin likes her men with balls.”

“You don’t say.”

Fenrys narrowed his eyes at him. “Not literally.”

“What do you mean, then?”

“You could prove yourself to her in a duel.”

He’d face Dorian at the duel and give up on killing the man he loves. The shame of his surrender would send him flying back to Anielle. It was perfect. Fenrys came up with it in half a second, but it was flawless.

“A duel?! Isn’t the arranged marriage outdated enough?”

“She likes period romances.” Fenrys shrugged. “It’s the fastest way to her heart.”

“Nope.” Chaol got up, paced around his room for a second with both fists on his hands. “I’m not battling against Dorian. Not like this.”

Oh, fuck. Fenrys crossed his arms, keeping a smirk to hide his struggle. Think of something, think of something, think of something—

“Who told you the Cartier bracelet was from Dorian?”

It was, but Chaol didn’t need to know this.

The man’s eyes went wide. “Rowan,” he said in a pensive tone, low with realization. He paced a little more, frowning.

“A duel, really? That’s your best guess?”

Fenrys tsked, as if this was such a naïve question. “Do you know how often she rereads that Bridgerton book with the duel scene?”

“How often?”

“Often.”

Well, she did like Bridgerton, but Fenrys knew nothing about the series or if it had duel scenes. He was sure Chaol didn’t know either.

“Very well, then.” The man swallowed, not meeting the other’s eye. “Tell Rowan I’ll see him on Thursday at 7pm.”

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“At Mala’s abandoned temple by the Florine?” Dorian asked, fiddling with his handcuffs at his own bedroom antechamber.

Fenrys gave him a curt nod, glad that he found the prince at a time no one was close to hear. “Rowan will meet you there.”

Now, it was time to tell Rowan about the two duels he had queued up.

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[simpforchuchu]

Hy, so i just wanted to say that your fics are really great and I love it alot🫶, can I request todoroki x reader, where reader is Amagai's twin, Oya school didn't knew that so after the attack in h&lwx she is apologising to everyone. You can make it angst, I'll leave that up to you as I know you'll do great 🧡 lots of love. Hope you are okay and doing well🧡 and it's okay if you're not comfortable writing this, I'll still read your all fics 🫶

Todoroki x Amagai!Reader

a/n: Hii! Thank you so much, im too happy to hear that 🥺💕 When i saw this one, i was like "YES I WANT TO WRITE THIS ONE" KDLDKKFD CAUSE WE LOVE ANGST 😭 Here is your request, i hope you like it 🤗💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: Angst to fluff, usual hnl violence and maybe a bit heartbreaking scenes :(

Part 2

Todoroki was angry, he couldn't remember ever being so angry in his life.At the same time, he was heartbroken.But his anger was so much that he couldn't even think about it. His heart felt like it stopped when Fujin told him that his beloved girlfriend was Amagai's twin.

Most of his friends were injured, his two closest people were in the hospital and he didn't know what to think. Had she lied to him all this time?

He loved and trusted her very much.Todoroki didn't trust anyone.He still had a hard time making friends. He trusted her with all his heart. His heart hurt.It hurt a lot.

Y/n didn't know what to do.All this time she had hid that her twin was a shitty boy.She never thought this would be a problem.

But that evening, when she heard her twin yelling orders at someone on the phone, she realized it was too late. Kohei has been always ambitious.He was even worse now.He knew, he knew who she was dating, and didn't react when he found out. Y/n realized too late that this was all part of his plan.He did what he had planned for months in secret from his twin.And he didn't even think about how it would affect her.

The young girl felt miserable.Was Yosuke okay?  Were his friends okay? Yosuke's eyes were smiling as he spoke of them.What did he think about her?  Would he forgive her?

The young girl felt her breathing was not good.She put her phone in her pocket and left the house. It was evening time.She knew it was dangerous, but she didn't care.Yosuke's phone was off, she had to talk to him.

She didn't know how fast she was running or how much time had passed. When she went up to the rooftop and looked around, she could see that everyone had scars on their faces and they were all quite upset. When they realized,Todoroki and Fujio were discussing what to do.They turned to her and Y/n could swear, she had never seen such a heartbreaking expression on anyone's face in her life...

Todoroki first looked at her with a confused expression.It didn't even last a second, an angry expression took over his face. Maybe a bit of a disappointment.She wasn't sure.

The scars on his face, the blood on his shirt… Y/n didn't know how she was still standing.But it was the whispering question she heard that took all her strength.

"What are you doing here?"

Yes, she knew very well the owner of this voice.But he had never looked at her with such hatred.

"Yosuke…" she could only whisper in fear.Everyone around was looking at them in surprise.

Todoroki shouted again, louder this time.

"I said what are you doing here? Have you come to make fun of me?"

Everyone was so shocked that Fujio felt like he has to do something.

"Hey... I know you're on your nerves but you're scaring y/n-chan. Calm down-"

Todoroki pushed Fujio, who was standing between the two of them hard and shouted.

"Don't get involved this, Fujio!"

Y/n was staring at him in fear.Todoroki looked at her this time.Looking at that expression on his face, she wanted to cry.

"I-"

"You? Are you going to lie again?" 

No one could interrupt when Todoroki shouted.They all knew something was wrong.

"I trusted you the most. I introduced you to my friends. My friends are in the hospital right now! And you-"

"Todoroki! What does that have to do with her?"

Yasushi couldn't stand the frightened state of the young girl any longer and shouted. And Todoroki could hardly speak a sentence.

"She hid from me that she was Amagai's twin sister!"

Everyone froze.Time seemed to have stopped, but it hadn't. Y/n struggled to speak when she felt tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I swear… I didn't know. I didn't know he would do something like that."

Everyone felt betrayed. But not as much as Todoroki.

"Tsuji and Shiba are in the hospital, Tsukasa is a hostage in your demon brother's hand! What were you doing? You've been playing with me for months?" 

As Todoroki spoke, y/n was shaking her head, crying. 

"Leave y/n. And dont you ever come back."

The young boy shouted as Y/n approached him in fear.

"I said, leave!"

Y/n startled in fright.No matter how sad and angry the others were, this state of the young girl upset them.Her lips trembled, then an involuntary sob escaped her lips.And without saying anything, she came out of Oya with tears in her eyes.

Shortly after that, Todoroki left too...

***

It had been some time since the big fight.Todoroki was rather quiet and dejected.  Tsuji and Shibaman were completely fine, and Tsukasa was getting better day by day. Nobody was angry anymore, everything was as before

Boys' life was like this.They would fight, hurt each other, and carry on as if nothing had happened.

But it was different for Y/n and Todoroki.Both had gone silent.Todoroki was no longer angry, just dejected...

He was sad to remember how scared she was when he shouted at her that day and how her eyes were filled with tears as she left.

He knew it wasn't her fault, but he didn't want to admit it.Or he knew it was too late for everything.

Everyone looked at them in surprise as Tsuji & Shibaman duo entered the door with a few packages in their hands. Tsuji looked at Todoroki sitting on the sidelines, then sighed and spoke in a tone that he could hear.

"We met with Y/n-chan. Or rather, she wanted to meet up."

Todoroki did not turn to them or give a reaction.  But he was listening.

"She apologized to us and the injured ones many times after the incident. And I think she still feels guilty. She sent a gift for all of us to get well soon."

Everyone nodded silently.They weren't blaming her.No one thought it had anything to do with her. But the decision was up to Todoroki.

"I can't forget her face. She was so upset that i get sorry for her too when I remember it.It's not her fault she has such a shitty brother. We need to talk to her."

Everyone agreed when Nakaoka spoke, which was true.When Fujio and Tsukasa noticed that Todoroki didn't react, they stood up and walked over to him. Tsukasa sat on the sofa next to him and Fujio crouched in front of him.

"We know what you're thinking."

Fujio smiled as Todoroki nodded his head.

"I know you're heartbroken.You're right, I know that too. But y/n-chan is not at fault." 

Then Tsukasa spoke, "Amagai also confirmed, telling us that she didn't know anything."

Tsukasa smiled as Todoroki looked surprised.

"We're telling the truth.She's really upset.She apologized so many times to me... Talk to her, Todoroki. We know you love her."

After Tsukasa's words, other ones who were listening to them on the side came to join them.

"We don't want you to be like this any more, Todoroki. Yes, that's me who is saying this."

When everyone laughed at Yasushi's words, Todoroki also smiled and nodded his head.

"I will talk to her."

***

To clear his mind, Todoroki went to the riverside park where he always sat with y/n. When he went to the bench they were sitting on, he saw someone sitting. He knew as soon as he saw who that person was.

The young girl had her knees pulled up to her stomach, her head was on her knees, and she was silently watching the surroundings. When this sight hurt his heart, he realized that he had to put an end to this situation.

He walked slowly to the bench and sat in the space next to her. When Y/n noticed someone sitting next to her, she silently lifted her head and looked at him in shock at the person she saw.

Todoroki was also looking at her. But this time there was neither anger nor disappointment on his face. It felt more like regret.

The moment Y/n looked at his face, she couldn't help her eyes that filled with tears.The young boy quickly pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly, and Y/n held on to his shirt and began to cry.

"Sssh, it's okay.Im sorry, I should have listened to you. I hurt you so much. I'm sorry baby."

Not the slightest anger remained in Todoroki's heart.He just wanted everything to be as before.

Y/n started crying louder and sobbing.Todoroki could feel his eyes welling up too.He hugged her tighter as she whispered apologies again.He stroked her hair and left small kisses

"Can you forgive me y/n?"

As Y/n quickly nodded her head, Todoroki smiled and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"I'm sorry baby, now let's talk things... this time calmly okay? Tell me what you want to say, yell if you want to yell at me. But don't cry anymore. Don't cry because of me y/n."

When the young girl hugged him tightly,Todoroki wanted to cry too. It was hard what they went through, but they would get through it together...

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[tf2heritageposts]

are you 1:1 canon tfc heavy or are there differences? also do you have lore or are u very clinical about being a fictive introject? like obv you Know but sometimes ppl have Lore too so im curious

i actually have a very interesting answer to this

okay first part

i think it’s pretty obvious from this blog that i am not 1:1 with my source. i’m pretty chill and almost absurdly relaxed, and also very humorous and whatnot. though i will say i have a very violent streak that i don’t ever actually project in real life but it is a thing. but honestly, i’m not too in accurate to how classic heavy ACTUALLY is in canon as opposed to the batshit fanon version

second off, yeah i do have psudeo memories. do i know that logically, they are just repaintings of real life memories or just entirely fiction? yeah. do i still get genuinely upset over them? yeah. do i feel like i’ve been displaced about 50 years and still to this day feel dazed and confused at modern life? yeah

and lately i do genuinely wonder. are past lives real? did those things genuinely happen? am i experiencing such a terrible life due to karmic debt from what horrible actions i did actually do in my source? logically obviously not but. i do still think about it

also feel free to ask any questions regarding my source, i do enjoy them :}

[the-lesbian-of-too-many-fandoms]

part two of my sad ass ieytd fic

Pheonixes first thought when waking up were 

Ugh! Todays cancelled, Five more minutes

wich was promptly followed by 

Ow, just, ow

Then, finally:

fuck. oh shit OH FUCK IM STILL ALIVE!? AGAIN?! 

God I really need to stop waking up like this…

This was the point they realized that the predicament they were in, well it was bad to say the least. They were trapped, bleeding out under who knows how much rubble of the unstable wreckage of a building probably still on fire from a massive explosion of a nuke, one which definitely should have killed them when the 32 storey death drop in a steal trap didn’t. 

They checked their earpiece, and sent out a mental signal

[Crain…] they started, begging that their mental link to him was still working. 

[please If you can hear me, I-I need you, bad. I’m alive. I’m still down here and I can’t see a world were I get out of here by myself. please give me a sign your getting this I… I don’t…]

They waited for a response, a sign, anything that would point to his signal being received…

A terrible silence was all that followed.

[Please, reg, I.. I don’t wanna die all alone, not like this.]

oh god please not like this

No answer, not even a sound.

They were on their own.

Reginald pov

it had been two days since the peace summit, two days without hearing from his agent, and it felt wrong. Usually he would wake up, check in on Phoenix, who would almost always keep him occupied with stupid stories and questions for hours, and if not that, he was going to a meeting to discuss strategy and next steps, always eager to figure out phoenixes next assignment. he always looked forward to their missions together, and always felt responsible when something went wrong.

when Phoenix was assigned the mission to destroy the death engine, well let’s just say he wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. 

He knew, even with the escape pod detaching from the station before it detonated, and the training and the countless backup plans that would ensure Phoenix made it back definitely not unscathed but at the very least alive, he knew that their was a high chance that that would be their last mission together, and of course Phoenix knew this to, and stupidly, bravely, but mostly stubbornly, threw themselves headfirst into the mission without a second thought because they knew it needed to be done. 

———————————————————————

On their way to board the death engine, Reginald could feel Phoenix fear through the mental link. It was weak, almost lost under the stronger feeling of determination, which was definitely there as well.

“Agent, I want to say something before you get up there”

A short pause came before phoenixes response

[has the mission changed sir?]  he could hear mentally in his mind, his heart broke when he picked up the hopefulness in the link, they really didn’t want do this, did they?

“No, the plan hasn’t changed, I…”

They were about to do something highly discouraged by the agency, and slightly unprofessional by its standards, but he didn’t care, if this was their last mission, they wanted them to know.

“I think after all this time together, you don’t need to call me sir anymore agent.. “

Another pause, a much longer one..

[okay… but I’m not sure what other title to give you.. I can’t really think of a stand in for sir.. at least not right now, what did you have in mind?]

God am I really going to do this?

Sigh “agent, you know me far better than most, and you don’t even know my name, I think the time for formalities has came and gone. My name is Reginald Craine, and I think you deserve to know that about me before…”

Before what? They die, they part ways? They-

[before I get up there… thank you si.. I mean…]

God this is why isn’t it, this was a huge mistake

[thanks Craine, that.. well let’s just say that saying it means a lot is an understatement.. I’m sorry I can’t return the favour]

Reginald was confused.

“What do you mean?”

A somehow even longer silence came.

[I don’t… I don’t know who I am… I don’t remember my name…  where i came from or, who i was before the agency… the last thing i can remember was waking up from getting my inplant put in and… well… I only know the minimal information thats on my file, agent #146, mute, acceptional on the feild… nothing else.. ]

Reginald was the one silent this time. He was processing this new info about his agent. And the more he realized, his agent knew more about him than basically anyone else in his life, and yet, he knew nothing about them.

“God… I’m so sorry Agent why didn’t you tell the agency?!? I… we could have helped you!”

His agent paused, Choosing his words carefully.

[no ones ever cared enough about me to ask, it never even remotely came up. most other agents don’t speak to their superiors unless they’re spoken to first, and well, they only ever speak to us when they need to, and most of the time, the agent just needs to nod and say “affirmative” and then, poof, their gone again. I’m honestly shocked about your openness to talking to me even when you’re instructing me during missions… you’re the.. never mind]

“I’m what?” He asked concerned feeling the strong wave of uncertainty and hesitation through the link.

[nothing Craine… sir… It’s not remotely important]

“Agent..” He began comfortingly, hoping the link would carry his feelings of guilt and shame over his the agency’s failure to his agent.

“You can’t remember your own name, that’s extremely important. please, you need help, and I will do everything in my power to help you. But I can’t do anything if you don’t talk to me. So drop the “sir” talk and tell me what’s going on.” He practically begged.

One last silence came over them before the agent took in a shaky breath and said

[you are the first one in my life who’s treated me like a person and not an asset and… I… ]

A wave of emotions carried through the link, relief, sadness, but mostly an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

[thank you Craine… for everything]

The agents ship landed at the death engine. They had managed to board the station without rising suspicion, and he was feeling quite proud. All seemed to be going well!

“All right agent now..”  

until they heard a computerized voice on the other end of the ear piece. And a voice saying… brace for impact? And…

“Is that a countdown I’m hearing, but what could…”

Oh no.

“Oh my god, AGENT, ITS FIRING, YOU NEED TO-!”

A deafening explosion reverted through the earth. The ground violently shaking as the building shook. A massive earthquake broke through the earth, all phones were down, the line, silent. The last thing Reginald felt through the mental link, was desperation, and fear. 

They tried to reach their agent through the link. barely retaining their composure.

“Agent… Agent do you copy?”

Silence

Suddenly they felt panic rise, an unexpected wave of desperation washed over them as they called out again, voice breaking.

“Agent come in… Agent do you.. agent please answer… oh god please no… AGENT?!”

They blinked back uninvited tears but still no answer…

They were on their own