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// Christ I wish I could go back in time and erase concepts like 'unconscious bias' from the world of popular lingo because people apply it to things that they don't apply to. No, most people do not possess an unconscious bias that working class people are worth less than rich people, that's your classist ideology being applied to things that you shouldn't apply it to. We might call that a conscious bias.
What is actually happening is a mix of tropes being blended together and not changing over time. Namely, the idea that the more individuals there are, the weaker they are. We see this everywhere; fifty ninjas? Weak. Not a problem. One ninja? Super powerful. Legend. This exists in everything from James Bond movies to comics to Power Rangers.
The reality is that, narratively speaking, the random cannon fodder between the protagonist and the final boss do not matter. They don't! In real life they would, but if you tried to give ever goon a backstory and explain it you would have a shit story because the audience does not care about the backstory of unnamed good #23. After they take the punch from the protagonist, the audience has entirely forgotten they existed.
Which means that, narratively speaking, the killing of the main villain is more important and more impactful than the killing of some random goon. Now, if you're a good writer this shouldn't be the case. But this too, comes from the blending of genres and tropes.
In the late 1980s, fiction became more violent and more visceral. This means that a lot more violence was happening! And yet, writers still wanted to have their protagonist show that they were the protagonist, because people were all in on moral relativism. People would be like 'well, there's no difference between the hero and the villain if the hero kills the villain.'
The response was a lot of heroes started adopting a weird kind of no killing rule; Batman will break your fucking spine but kill the guy who just blew up a building? That's too far! 'I'm not like you, a guy who kills people, I just cripple them for life!'
And again, this is what happens when genre conventions (the hero should be morally superior than the villain, or at least attempt to be) mixing with trope developments (everything now needs to be brutal and violent to reflect real life).
Now, the circle has completed itself, where we're once again back to 1985, where people are like 'actually no, the hero should fucking kill that guy.' You'll probably be a big fan of the Death Wish movies and The Dark Knight Strikes Back; you know, things that lots of proto-fascists really love because they reinforce the notion that actually, heroes should wield violence against their enemies and impose their will through abject terror.
The reality is, people aren't sitting around going 'my work should reflect the idea that workers are less important than the boss' it's that narratively, the random goons exist to be smacked down to prepare the audience for the big bad, because rising action requires that there be rising challenges. This is mixing along with personal tastes in media.
Now, you could, for example, turn this new trope on its head and ask whether the Punisher murdering every jaywalker and low level drug dealer with extreme violence makes him a villain, because his ideal is that any lawbreaker should be murdered instantly no matter how low the crime. You might also argue that the trope should actually be that the grunts shouldn't be killed by the hero, but the guy who organized them should, because he's much worse than they are.
You could also argue that, the reason why the hero doesn't just kill the villain is that murder is wrong? Even if you think it's morally justified? I think people forget, when they fantasize about an ideal French Revolution, that the most common crime people were executed for was pickpocketing, and every day they would execute the guys who got caught working the crowds at the executions the day before. More poor people got killed in the French Revolution than rich people; you should probably keep that in mind!
Because the core reason you probably want your hero to not kill people in general is that you then have to ask who deserves it and your answer will inevitably include a lot of people you might actually like! You probably don't want heroes taking vague concepts like justice into their own hands because inevitably that makes them into the Death Wish protagonist, deciding that what really needs to happen is for a white guy with a gun to just start shooting up inner cities.
You don't want your hero to start killing people because this is corrosive and it will inevitably result in comparisons between people who got killed.
So no, it's not some kind of unconscious bias, it's because we've melted a worldwide demand for bloodshed and violence with established genre tropes and if you removed one or the other people would complain and be very unhappy.
Or, I guess you could go on and say that Freddy Kruger is anti-marxist because he only targets teenagers instead of people who really deserve it.
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I think one of the problems with C3 is structural. Matt seems to be wanting to tell a story with themes about Gods, Divinity and Religion, which, great. But if you're going with those themes one of the worldbuilding questions that should at least be thought about is "in a world where the Gods are real, what does that mean for culture, society and community?" and the answer seems to be "it doesn't". It's like the religion parts are worldbuilding-adjacent, like, "I guess they're religious too." And this was fine for the previous campaigns and literally any other story, but for what C3 is doing, it should at least have been minimally addressed.
Part of it was that Matt could have gone in pre-campaign-prep, "For reasons, your character needs to have an opinion on the Gods that is rooted in your background." Something like, "the orphanage that Ashton grew up in was run by Lawbearer people and they came down hard on even minimal rule breaking, which made it a miserable place for a kid like Aston to grow up in, so he's understandably bitter." Or, "of course Chetney prays to the All-Hammer, he's a craftsman, he tries to go to the temple on his holy day, but he hasn't managed it for the last 20 years, and he feels vaguely guilty about it." That would have at least given the PCs some connection to the larger narrative.
It's also that in the whole first arc the Gods weren't relevant unless the BHs specifically needed a priest for something. And themes of religion could have been there from the beginning, which could have connected with the overall Predathos narrative. I think something really interesting could have been done with Jrusar, and worship of the Lawbearer and the Wildmother, and civilization rising from the wilds. It needn't have been particularly invasive, just there in the background, the same way the governmental structure was explained but not particularly relevant for what the BHs were doing there.
And it's such a shame, because Matt is really good with personal faith, and individual interaction with the Gods, but it seems to break down with organized religion. And I don't know if it's a blindspot, or if he was so busy during pre-campaign-prep that he just went with what he had, which, again, would have been perfectly fine for literally any other story, just not this one. It's just that this whole campaign feels like missed opportunities, and the feeling like it could have been so much better.
(Like, for example, a personal frustration is that the Vasselheim parts could have shown diversity in forms of worship for different parts of Exandria, and diversity in ritual from priests of different Prime Deities, and show that despite their differences they are all working together towards a common goal. Instead in communal situations, we get fantasy-Protestantism, with a sprinkle of fantasy-Catholicism ritual on top. (And don't get me started on the alcohol ban, don't the fruits come from the Wildmother's bounty, grown and harvested under the Dawnfather's aegis? Isn't the All-Hammer the God of all craftsmen, including the vintner and the brewer?) It could have still been a bleak and hard place, just rooted specifically in the religions and Gods of Exandria.)
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“ GUMI’S HOME!! “
pt. 1 pt. 2 pt.3
✭ Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader (romantically), Megumi x reader (platonically)
✭ synopsis: Megumi grows to learn that he does have a family. Or, raising Megumi with Satoru.
✭ Contains: SEASON TWO SPOILERS! (I think it’s common knowledge by now, though. HEAVVYY FLUFF, more bickering between Satoru and little Megumi. Megumi being sassy again, more use of y/n in this chapter, tiiiiny angst BUT IT GETS HAPPY AGAIN. GUMI IS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE.
September, 2007. Two days prior.
It’s another quiet night in your home. Far away from the bustling city, in a comfortably still neighbor with the right amount of peace that you just adore during times like this. It’s a home that you’ve made yours and decorated to your accommodation. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a backyard— not to mention paid off completely, thanks to your adoring man, Satoru Gojo.
Much to his pleasure, you’ve made it your own personal haven. Adorning it with the things that both you and your sorcerer boyfriend enjoy.
Because it’s only the two of you, you never found reason to utilize any of the other rooms, opting to keep it as an emergency guest room (though with how protective Satoru is over you, you knew he’d never lead anyone over to your house). And so, you opt to only use your shared room, which leads to now.
The first time you hear about fushiguro’s child is in your room, getting ready for a night with your partner. It’s been a while since he’s slept over at this house, so you were properly excited to finally have him all to yourself. But before the cuddles and kisses could begin, he walks over to where you’re seated at your oak wood vanity, body language you’ve never seen before in your man before now.
You turn to face him, taking in all his pretty glory— hair down and damp from his shower. You note his clothing, smiling shyly at the just-a-tad-bit-tight tank top that exposes his defined arms. And in true Satoru fashion, his lounge sweats that seem a bit too pricey to be simply for sleeping. And as much as you want to take in the glorious sight of him, you refrain as you take note of the way he rubs at the back of his neck and leans against the wooden vanity, facing you with an unreadable expression. He looks so.. conflicted?? And that piques your curiosity and worry.
“Oh, my.. someone’s stressing,” Satoru is comforted by the sound of your voice as you try to lighten the mood. You can tell, as he’s always been an expressive person. “What’s the matter?”
At your question, he sucks in a breath between his teeth, as if unsure what to say.
“Just.. you’re not gonna believe what the hell happened today. I- I didn’t tell you I was doing this, because I didn’t think you’d approve—“
“Satoru…” you warn in a low tone, though you were really just hoping that he hadn’t gotten himself into any unexpected trouble.
“Hey, I didn’t even explain yet! It isn’t even bad, really,” his body goes back to his usual animated way, which relives you. “It’s just.. I met the kid.. his kid. I found him.”
The words were so bland out of context. But it takes nothing for you to connect the dots. Despite this, your voice still calls out, hesitant,
“You�� you talking about fushiguro’s kid?”
Your eyes go wide in shock when the man nods his head, and you stand up.
“Satoru Gojo, you went looking for him?” You ask in disbelief.
“Listen, it didnt go as bad as you’re thinking it did!” He raises his hands up defensively, “I swear, I really just wanted to meet the kid, but turns out he’s like, super strong. I can feel it.”
“Who cares?? What the hell were you gonna tell him, huh? That you killed his father?” You hissed, eyes still widened in shock.
“That’s just the funny thing—“
“It’s not funny!”
“No no, I mean,” he begins to backpedal before he pauses, chuckling to himself and wiping a pale hand down his face, much to your dismay. “Baby, please, listen to me when I say this.” He sighs, taking your hand. You weren’t upset at him, and he knew that. You weren’t just surprised by his uncalled for antics, like usual.
“I’m listening.” you pout, looking up into the bright eyes of your man. His hand squeezed yours and he sighs.
“He didn’t care.” He states, sounding just as surprised as you’re about to be.
“…what? So, you told him.?” You squint.
“No no, I was going to, but, before I could even say the man’s name he just straight up said that he didn’t care. According to him, he didn’t even know him all that well. He never saw him, and doesn’t care to, and he told me that he isn’t interested in whatever he has going on. He’s completely stoic.” Satoru explains the story, passionately shocked as if it was just the most mind boggling thing in the world.
You’re surprised too, unable to believe that a boy so young could be so… cutthroat. And about his own parents. Though, you took into consideration the circumstances between the two.
Though, if you were being honest, you didn’t really care much about the zenin either. More focused on the young boy.
“Well, where is he now? Is he in school? Does he have a home? Oh my goodness, how old is he now?”
Your questions don’t surprise Satoru, as you’re always one to worry too damn much about others.
“The kids fine.. he’s hellbent on being independent. And, if I’m not mistaken, he lives with someone. I heard a young girls voice when I was walkin’ away. A… sister maybe—“ he ponders, and you gasp, distraught.
“Oh, my goodness..” you press a hand to your heart, “Satoru, you have to do something. I mean, how old is he? About.. 6? That boy needs some stability. And if he does have a sister, so does she—“ you state firmly, and Satoru sighs.
“Honey, I’m sure they’re fine. He’s a tough kid.”
“Yeah. A kid, ‘Toru. Just because he’s “strong” and has some sorcerer ability, does not mean he’s safe. A lot of kids get their abilities at a young age. Including me.” You lift a brow, tilting your head knowingly. “And you. And that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need a… a figure, in his life.”
Satoru takes in your words, gnawing the inside of his cheek.
At his silence, you sigh and lean in, kissing his cheek and whispering against it.
“The least you can do is check up on him… like you did today. Get to know him a bit more, and about his situation, you know? Take him to the park, the arcade— ice cream, something, just—“ you sigh, and you feel the familiar weight of his hand sliding gently up your back to gently rub at your shoulder, as a touch of reassurance.
“Okay, oookay, my dear,” he hushes you with his words, trying to soothe your ramblings. “Always so passionate, my love.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head. Then your nose. Then your lips before pulling back with a smile.
“I’ll keep an eye out for him, alright? I’ll kidnap him if I have to. I’ll be totally subtle about it, too.” He grins.
“Yeah..” your brows furrow and your expression drops, “why do I feel like you’re lying?”
He simply laughs again and scoops you up into his arms, peppering your face with kisses. Your cheek muscles tighten as your smile slowly grows at how much it tickles. You hug him back, knowing you’re stuck in the sorcerer’s grasp (not that you’re complaining) for the rest of the night.
You hum in delight, closing your eyes. You know your man will make the right choice.
September, 2007. Present day.
The rain continues to pour, thick raindrops slapping at each and every window pane. You and Satoru are sat on the couch, facing a tiny Megumi fushiguro who sits just angled from the couch, nursing a cup of hot chocolate, clad in some fresh new clothes that were just a bit too big for him. They were the smallest of your clothes that you could find and allow him to wear until his clothes were finished drying in the laundry room.
“…I guess I forgot my house key at school. Tsumiki’s at a sleep over, and I don’t know anyone else.”
You squint your eyes as you listen intently to the boys explanation as to why he has arrived here so abruptly. Such a coincidence that Satoru had given him the address just yesterday whilst on their little mochi excursion. You also can’t help but realize just how right Satoru was when he told you that Megumi is very nonchalant and stoic, unless he’s bickering with the older man.
“Man.. I’m sorry the days has been so hard on you. You know, you’re more than welcomed to stay here until the rain lets up!” You smile, resting a hand on satorus knee and patting it slightly, a silent cue to get him to add on.
“Of course! You’re welcomed here whenever ya want! The three of us will get along just well!” He smiles, animated and genuinely excited to have the new, tiny company.
“When the rain lets up tomorrow, we can head to the school and see if your key is there.
Megumi’s face shifts from blank to annoyed in a second.
“That’s just the thing..” he grumbles, “it’s Friday.”
For a second, the words don’t really make sense, until you think hard. They’re out of school.
“Oh, shit. School’s out for that little renovation period in the city, yeah?” You turn to Satoru. A small part of the city was closed for some slight improvements in the streets, meaning every building within that vicinity is meant to be closed for the time being.
“Oh, you’re right..” Satoru trails off. “And that’s supposed to be for—“
“The month.” The bundle of annoyance frowns harder. Both you and Satoru share a look.
“A month, huh.. ? surely your sister will be back by then, yes?” He asks, and Megumi freezes.
“Riiiight?” Satoru presses again, and Megumi huffs, dipping his head almost in shame.
“No…”
“No?” You question, “I thought she was just at a friend’s house?”
“I lied… she’s out the country for an exchange program. She’s staying for a quarter, and won’t be back until November.” He mumbles quickly, head still dropped. “Sorry.. I didn’t think this would happen.”
Your mouth drops open in shock, and you glance between Satoru and the smaller boy.
“Wh, what was the plan while she was gone?” You question. Who the hell was taking care of those two??
“Hm? What do you mean? Just the usual..” he lifts his head, face still a bit pouty in embarrassment. “Go to school, come straight home.”
“—alone? That’s extremely dangerous. What about food? Bills? Fucking, basic hygiene?” You question harder, and the other two can sense your growing frustration at the situation.
“I mean.. I eat at school..” he states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, but he never realized how bad it sounded coming out of his own mouth. You feel your heart sink at the ridiculous idea that this boy and his sister were surviving off of nothing but school lunch. You didn’t know much about Toji fushiguro, or the woman he married, but what you did know was that no child deserved to starve and go hungry. Not when it could be prevented.
You look to Satoru, and to your relief, his face reflects the seriousness of the news.
“So, you’ve been scraping by.. how?” Satoru questions.
Megumi shrugs, suddenly not feeling too keen on drinking the hot chocolate you’ve prepared for him.
“Tsumiki usually deals with that stuff.”
“So what was the plan now that she’s away?”
There’s a slight pause, and the beat of silence is all you need to know before you grip Satoru’s bicep and give him a pleading look. He soothes your worried look with a kiss to the head before facing Megumi.
“Kid, where’s your sister?” Satoru asks, and the boy’s brows furrow.
“Some American school…” he mumbles, thinking hard. “New York, i believe. Other than the education, she wanted to find a better paying job. So that when she comes back, we’ll be set for the year.”
“Alright. First thing tomorrow, I’m getting on a plane and heading over there.” He states firmly, and you nod in agreement right along with him.
Megumi is surprised at just how… casually he could up and buy a plane ticket over seas. Was this dude made of money?
“I’m bringing her back, and it isn’t up to discussion as to where you two will be staying from now on.” Satoru stands from his spot beside you, immediately reaching into his back pocket to pull out his phone, typing furiously. He’d probably skip a day of class again, to which you’d have to make up an excuse for him to your teachers for the umpteenth time.
Megumi’s eyes follow Satoru as he bustles out of the room before shifting back to you.
There’s nothing but silence between the two of you for a moment. With the exception of the continuous rain from outside the home. Tiny nails scratch at the porcelain mug, almost nervously before he sets it down on the coffee table. You watch Megumi swallow as he gathers his next words, and as you take in his body language, you note that this is the most expressive he’s been since you’ve met him.
“Does that.. am I really staying?” He questions, and you’ve never seen him look so confused. Brows furrowed in pure disbelief.
You hum, nodding, “Satoru and I have made up our minds. You’re six, Megumi. Scraping by, it’s.. it’s no way for a boy like you to live. Your sister may be in a bit of a shock when she finds out, but I’m not backing down on this. I will not, in good conscience, let you and your sister stay alone.”
He continues to stare, as if he still didn’t believe you. And maybe he didn’t.
You sigh, standing up and approaching the longer chair he’s sat in and crouch down to his level.
And god, does Megumi hate it when people try to get on his level. To try and understand him, like they could ever understand whats going through his mind. As if anyone knows.
But the way you do it… he doesn’t feel the arrogance in the position from you, compared to other people. It doesn’t stop him from continuing his frown, but he feels more inclined to pay attention to what you’re about to say. Because… your eyes show no signs of deceit. Which is what Megumi looks for the most.
“Megumi…” you trail off.
“—Why?”
You go to speak, but he beats you to it. And you don’t need to ask again to understand his question.
“Because… because I care. We care, Satoru and I. Maybe we weren’t the best of friends with your father. And no, we don’t get anything out of doing what we’re doing for you. But who the hell cares when you’re living in a beat up home somewhere, Megumi? We want you safe.”
And it’s about as simple as that. You cared. And it seems Megumi excepts that answer.
He watches as you smile at him and move your hand up to ruffle his hair. He doesn’t flinch away— but there is a burning behind his eyes and an ache in his tiny heart that he can’t seem to explain to himself as it’s happening.
“I’m so sorry, Megumi.. for the way things are. But Satoru and I are gonna make it better, yes?”
He feels your hand slide from his spiky hair and to his cheek. The action is confusing until he realizes just how oddly warm they become. Confused, he goes to speak, but feels his voice is constricted, and his nose is nasally.
“Oh, megs..” you giggle a little, “don’t cry.”
Cry?
Was that what he was doing? Hell, he’s pretty sure that the last time he’s ever cried was when he was pushed out of the womb. He’s never cried, and the thought of breaking down in front of a stranger makes him hide his face in his much too large shirt— you giggle, a little louder this time as you scoop him up into your arms in a comforting hug. To which he accepts without any resistance.
“Oh, ‘gumi.. now I’m gonna cry!” You faux weep, pouting. Though the moment was definitely hitting you dead in the feels.
“Who’s cryin’? In here??” You hear from behind you.
Satoru walks up from behind, shock and an amused smile on his face as he watches the scene before him. His own heart aches at the sight of the little boy, but he knows this is a joyful moment rather than a sad one. Megumi was on the right path to living better.
You glance at the sorcerer who smiles, taking a seat on the arm of the couch and gently ruffling the boys hair as he continues to hide his blotchy face into his shirt.
Things were looking to be just fine.
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You and Satoru stand in the doorframe of the guest room, watching as Megumi shuffles into the small twin and under the blanket. You pout, leaning against Satoru’s chest as you speak,
“Sorry it’s not the best. We hardly ever use this room.”
To you, the room was probably the blandest in the house. Simply used for emergency. Nothing but a twin bed stuffed into the corner of the room, a cheap nightstand, and a lamp inhabited the space, much to your dissatisfaction. Your priorities is were to 1.) being Tsumiki back. And, 2.) accommodate to the two accordingly. Satoru squeezes your shoulder.
“One step at a time, babe. He’ll be just fine for the night! We two can stay in tomorrow and do some shopping with the card while I’m airborne, yes?” He presses a kiss to your cheek, and the words and touch comfort you.
“That sounds good… Megumi?” You ask.
“Sounds fine.” He shrugs nonchalantly, a huge contract to just and hour ago. “May I sleep now?”
“Oh, of course… here.” You whisper, shutting off the light for a moment. The room is pitch black, completely overcome with darkness for a moment. There’s some slight shuffling to be heard before the room lights up again— a nightlight.
The glow is a soft yellow, and reaches to the center of the room before fading out slightly.
“Ta-da! Think of it as a… welcoming gift.” Satoru chuckles, and you nod, hanging on his arm as you wait for megumi’s reaction.
And of course, he doesn’t. His face is about as blank as a sheet of paper. The silence makes you deflate a bit, smiling nervously and waving it off.
“You’re a big boy now, I know… it’s silly. I can shut it off—“
“No, no— please. It’s nice, thank you.” He says quickly, and moves to fluff out his pillow. Both you and Satoru share a look of excitement and take his pillow-fluffing as a cue to let the boy finally sleep.
“Right… goodnight, Megumi.” You and Satoru whisper in unison, slowly shutting the door.
And now that Megumi is completely alone, finally…
He lets the smile he’s been holding in ono his face, and lets the tears of relief and joy finally fall.
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Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120 Headcanons
Pairing: Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120 x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, killing, guns/gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)
જ⁀➴ Watching Hyun-ju during the six-legged pentathlon, you couldn't help but be amazed. She was a leader, a fighter, someone who didn't and wouldn't give up, that much was sure. It was amazing to see her lead her group to victory, to safety, being the one to push them and encourage them. Everyone cheered, obviously including you, and it truly was an amazing feeling to see them all get away with their lives. You weren't so sure if you'd make it, too.
જ⁀➴ Thankfully, you did. Your group barely scraped by and you just decided that you needed to be on Hyun-ju's team. Hesitantly, you approached Geum-ja, who immediately noticed your small figure and agreed in a heart beat to let you join their little group.
"You were great back there, you know?" You told Hyun-ju with a shy smile while she was sitting on the stairs, originally just observing Yong-sik getting scolded by his mother again. "Hm? Ah.. that was nothing." she replied back, shaking her head when smiling up at you. "I think everyone in here should be like you," you chuckled, "like, actually. We'd all benefit from it."
જ⁀➴ Hyun-ju's heart melted at all the nice words you would say to her, complimenting her braveness and strength. It made her feel more validated in her actions, which was the motivation she really needed in a place like this. Young-mi was equally excited to have you in their group now, having animated conversations with you about the things you had in common — And if she approved of you, Hyun-ju would, too.
જ⁀➴ Whenever you were scared, were having doubts about yourself or just needed someone to talk, Hyun-ju was there. It was almost like she felt it when you felt that way and she'd always listen to you and comfort you. Her hugs were warm and firm, perfectly calming you down after a particularly bad nightmare. In return, you also encouraged her to talk to you if she ever felt the need to, but everytime you suggested that she'd laugh it off. To Hyun-ju, it was enough to know that she brought you comfort, she didn't need anything in return. She did think it was adorable for you to say that.
જ⁀➴ To distract you from all the stress sometimes, she'd ask you about your plans for the future, about your hobbies and jusy about the things that made you, you. Hyun-ju was genuinely interested in getting to know you and was growing very fond of you over a short period of time.
જ⁀➴ After suffering through the third game together, and also a painful loss (rip Young-mi, my queen), everyone was going through it. Instead of everyone keeping it peaceful, they just decided to slaughter each other after lights out. Ever since losing Young-mi, Hyun-ju was very adamant on keeping you by her side at all times. She wouldn't make that mistake again and leave someone she cared about out of her sight.
The lights flicker like crazy above you, screams and the disgusting sound of people getting killed right next to you were the only things you could focus on right now. You were panicking, you were scared, you felt like you were going to cry and throw up. Hyun-ju had grabbed you by your hand and dragged you to the last corner of the dorm area, hiding you between some mattresses other players had set up. She was firmly holding you by your shoulders and telling you something you couldn't make up. Probably that everything will be okay or something. "Hey! Hey, please listen to me," Hyun-ju leaned in close, hugging you against her, "it's all going to be fine. We'll be okay."
જ⁀➴ In fact, you were. Obviously you were. Hyun-ju wouldn't say something she didn't mean — she wouldn't lie to you. She knew that winning someones trust was hard and the fact that you put so much of it into her filled her with pride.
જ⁀➴ Gi-hun had his mind set on a revolution. Anybody who could handle a firearm was supposed to step forward and take one of of the ones they took off the dead guards. You swallowed, locking eyes with Hyun-ju. She'd step forward, they needed her. You gave her a quick nod and a faint smile and she returned it, quickly stepping forward to help the others.
Geum-ja put a hand on your shoulder, claiming that she'll be fine and that she's far too tough to die out there. "They'll be back to get us out of here, don't worry about it." she said, tugging you by your sleeve, beckoning you to come with her.
When Dae-ho stormed in after a while again, hastily collecting the magazines out of the guards pockets, you were relieved, even if he seemed extremely beside himself. He had some sort of panic attack, so you sat him down on one of the beds, trying to reason with him, until Hyun-ju stormed in, making your facs light up. Oh my god, she's alive. She basically ran to Dae-ho, urging for the ammunition and kept asking him what happened.. so, this wasn't going according to plan at all. You assumption was confirmed by all the masked guards that flooded into the dorm area, holding the remaining players at gunpoint.
"Hyun-ju..?" your voice was shaky. Her eyes fell down on you, taking your hand into hers. "It's all going to be fine."
#squid game#squid game fanfic#squid game season 2#squid games x reader#squid game x reader#squid games#squid game 2#player 120#player 120 x reader#hyun ju#hyun ju x reader
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I know I just rambled in the tag, but if you took the time to read all that, might I direct you to this post & my ramblings there as well~
Something about Zoro being one of the most misunderstood and mischaracterized characters in One Piece is funny (not haha funny, funny sad) to me because?? That’s literally how his introduction starts?? With people misunderstanding him and thinking he’s some big, monstrous demon who kills with cause and cannot be trusted or tamed.
Meanwhile the actual Zoro is a driven guy who is often both literally and figuratively directionless in life and found his goals in life through good people (first Kuina and then Luffy). He's tied up in the Marine base not due to those actual crimes he commuted (well not inherently anyway) but because he ‘disrespected’ a Captain's son and stood up for a little girl. He accepts the challenge they present to him and because Zoro himself is a guy that puts his money where his mouth is he assumes the Marines will uphold their end of the deal and let him go (note the actual shock when Koby tells him the truth)
He joins Luffy's crew but also outright says he’s not gonna let his goal take second place to Luffy or anyone else's for that matter, he bears the weight of two people's dreams, his heart isn’t going to be swayed by some pirate.
Speaking of Kuina, her impact and influence on Zoro's life isn’t talked about enough for my liking. She was Zoro's first friend, his first rival, his first goal. He looked up to her so much and his reaction to her passing cracks my heart in half every time because you can seem him just..go numb. Kuina, dead? Kuina, the strongest person he knows, gone? Kuina, who swore to him just yesterday they’d race to the top of the world together, doesn’t exist anymore. His blank face only cracking within the privacy of his sensei before he begs. He begs on his knees, tears streaming down his face please please please let me take Kuina's sword with me. Let me take our dream to a high neither of us could imagine. I won’t let her name die here.
On top of gaining the Wado Ichimonji that day Zoro also gained…fear. Not of death, well at the very least not his own, he gained his fear of not being enough. Kuina kicked his ass every way a person could and still died, what could someone like him do? So he trains…and trains…and trains some more. Overly, obsessively, constantly telling himself he’s not enough, he’s weak, he can’t protect anyone like this and everyone's death would be on him.
As for Zoro being cold and stoic that’s just…not completely true? He’s not stone, he can be excited or sad or angry just as much as most characters he just sucks at showing it canonically (Kuina thinks he hates her before their final fight after all). Sure he’s not as forthcoming about it as some of the other Strawhats but Zoro's more of an action guy anyway, he'll show his love with his protection and unwavering faith.
In conclusion, Zoro is a ridiculously stubborn, incredibly loyal, mildly emotionally constipated, do what you say/say what you mean kinda guy.
(Also that whole ‘Zoro would kill the whole crew if Luffy asked him to’ thing? Top ten stupidest things I’ve ever heard from the fandom and that’s saying a lot. He’s loyal not brainless and heartless guys if Luffy asked him to do that, he would never but I digress, Zoro would square the fuck up with him so fast. DPMO.)
#I think there's a lot of misunderstanding of Zoro's character within the One Piece Fandom (partly because let's be honest media literacy is#apparently not a common skill and tumblr do be the website where we piss on the poor lol)#I think there's this dumb fanon version of Zoro where people take memes about him a bit too seriously and start to view/characterize him as#this brainless uncaring stoic/emotionless cold dude who can't think for himself and is like a fucking zombie for Luffy#which I'm just like ?????????? bitch where?????? I know media literacy is hard 🙄but seriously are we even looking at the same source#material???? and the same character?????#I also think some people misunderstand how Zoro expresses his emotions tbh#He's someone who acts more than he speaks so he expresses a lot through action but that doesn't mean he can't or doesn't verbally express#his emotions or his wants and dreams in fact Zoro very clearly verbally expresses his feelings and dreams/goals quite a bit people just#choose to ignore or not acknowledge it because it doesn't fit into their funny fannon version of him#In a lot of ways Zoro just presents himself as a very traditional Japanese man when it comes it his emotions he's not super outward with#how he feels but it's very clear that he feels his emotions very deeply and cares very deeply for ALL of his friends#Zoro is very much a protector and there are many moments where we see him do a say things that make it VERY clear that he also has a clear#personal moral compass#he is a caring and compassionate character who while he /is/ rough and blunt at times is also soft (i'd like to site that one scene that#makes me cry when I think of it in Alabasta where Zoro washes Choppers back in the bath because that is such a soft and caring moment and a#very vulnerable thing to do I just ;-;) but while one of the most important things to Zoro is to protect his friends (which we see him do#over and over again without any instruction from Luffy - and I agree with op that it probably has A LOT to do with Kuina and the fact that#/he/ couldn't do anything to help or protect her and she despite her being the strongest person he knew she still died) Zoro still clearly#wants to and /does/ continue to pursue his dream#idk man I could write a whole essay about Zoro's character and how so many people don't seem to understand him or mischaracterize him which#is really sad because that happens to in in the actual series as well people make a lot of incorrect assumptions about Zoro#I think the in universe misconceptions/wrong assumptions about Zoro are very intentional on Oda's part tho#He wants the assumed view of Zoro as a cold hearted killer and a 'monster of a man' to be constantly contradicted by who Zoro actually is#and how he acts#I also find it so interesting how unbothered Zoro is by this perception of him by others because Zoro is a very self assured character#he knows who he is and while he has some pride it's not so fragile that he can't push it aside to see that he can be better#also op I can go on for a bit about how influential Kuina was to shaping Zoro into the person he is now and I agree that not enough people#talk about that or give their relationship enough credit#I have a whole side tangent about the way Zoro treats/acts towards women (ya know the thing that pisses off Sanji constantly) has A LOT to
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Dropping Byler Evidence Every Day Until Season 5
Day 5: Byler parallels with Jopper and Lumax
Decided to combine Jopper and Lumax into one post because a lot of them are similar and would actually be more compelling if they were all combined, being that Jopper and Lumax are definitely endgame (they arent in any love triangles or anything)
So again, I'm gonna name the parallel and how intentional it may be. Even if it's not fully intentional as a complete parallel, this still counts as evidence because using the same tropes for Lumax and Jopper as Byler means that they are all romantic.
1. I Lost You
The fact that Byler and Lumax's ones are in the same episode oh my god???? I honestly think this is intentional. While the 'I thought I lost you' thing is common in romantic tropes, to use it for three couples is very much insane and they must have noticed this. Putting the two in the same episode as well..... oh my god
2. Holding Hands
I think that the fact its a parallel is not intentional, but hand holding is just very very common as a romantic trope. It's also the truth that they actually create a separate SHOT for each of these moments too, to signify their importance.
3. A Team
(couldnt find a good screenshot with a caption for byler but there is alt text)
If you want two people to have believable chemistry, you make them work together well. It was never explicitly stated that Jancy were a good team, but you could tell. HOWEVER THIS IS JUST EXPLICIT they are spelling it out for u!!! Mike and El never really work together. They are a couple. But they aren't a team. They don't work together on plans, there's never any back and forth planning (like with byler in s3), and once again, it's never ever acknowledged by either of them that they work well together as a team.
4. On the Bus
Both heart-to-heart scenes use this song behind it:
Oh this is highly highly intentional. You do not just use romantic, TENDER EMOTIONAL music for one couple who are definitely romantic, and then put that in the background of a platonic scene. The creators are literally screaming at u guys here <3 THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE ROMANTICCC HELLO
(also both these scenes end with them smiling at the other and they get interrupted by a noise before anything else can happen)
5. We have to kill it
Sorry guys i totally forgot to include this one in the Jancy parallel post but literally fucking LOOK!! This is intentional to me because it is very specific, and if it's an accident that they all want to kill something and the other one agrees, then it still shows that these couples have chemistry because they are on the same page. AND one of them is reassuring the other, foreshadowing that they are gonna be a team in the next season.
Jancy are a team in season 2 after they have this convo in season 1, and Jopper are a team in season 3 after having this convo in season 2. So byler will be a team in season 5.
6. Staying in the Hospital
Honestly this one's just cute, and recontextualises the fact that Mike peers over Will on the bed, and stays by him (even though it doesnt really need recontextualising). The fact that its very romantic and cute for Lumax to do it should mean the exact same thing for Mike to do it.
7. Looking longingly at someone who's pulling away
erm this one is just so clear to me. Not exactly intentional but like- the thing with staring at someone longingly just to have them not look back at you is very slow burn romance. The fact that it's very obvious to ppl that Max is definitely aware of Lucas staring at her, but can't stare back because she's afraid to hurt him/ afraid to show her feelings again definitely parallels Mike too.
Also both Lucas and Max SIGH before going back to what they're doing...
8. TENDER EMOTIONAL MUSIC
so a tender emotional music scene for jopper makes it feel romantic:
Sooooo.... doesn't that mean that it applies for byler too?? Who had it done to them not one, not two, but THREE TIMES IN SEASON 4???
AND LUMAX HAS A SCENE WITH THIS TOO
Thanks for reading yet another long ass post :))) The next ones probably going to be Rovickie parallels because they actually have so many after doing my research so yeah
#byler#byler nation#byler endgame#mike wheeler#will byers#stranger things#stranger things 5#byler evidence#byler proof#miwiheroes daily byler
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I’m liking the normalized conversations around childhood sexual assault and sexuality. There’s something even more “taboo” that no one talks about. I dont know if you actually want to respond to this but I’ll type it out if even just for cathartic purposes.
People very rarely discuss sexual assault where the victim actually gets pleasure out the experience. I was molested by a neighbourhood kid not much older than me who I believe was sexualized by his dad and encouraged to do things to the girls in our neighbourhood. I heard rumours about other girls.
Anyway I dont know if these events caused hyper sexuality or if it was already there and that’s why I responded the way I did. But basically he would do things and I would just kinda giggle and enjoy it. I was super young like maybe 4 and he was around 6. In my mind he was showing me attention like grown ups do who are in a relationship so I thought he was kinda like my boyfriend which I liked and I felt kinda special. But he was not into me like that at all and grew up to be a good looking popular prep school boy with like a million girls after him.
I look back and go yeah actually that was kinda gross and weird but my responses always made me feel more shame than what he did. Like there was something wrong with me for reacting that way.
I don’t know if you know Billy Connelly the Scottish comedian. He was molested by his dad and spoke about how it caused pain but there was pleasure in it too. It is like that because if you touch a human body in a certain place and way we will have natural responses albeit unwillingly.
I recently read something on here where this chick who was raped said she orgasmed through it. She still felt violated, traumatized, all those things. But her body responded that way and that caused her a lot of shame.
I wonder if this is more common than we think but no one talks about it? Which makes it a really hard place to come from and harder to try and talk openly about it and get support. Because people just probably think it’s gross and unnatural. Or that is means you “wanted it” therefore it’s not assault and your experience becomes invalidated.
I wish Tumblr's search function was better because I have talked about this many times before! I came during the majority of my assaults, it makes sense that this would be a self protective mechanism that the body employs to prevent physiological damage during rape. One of my assaults is so vividly linked to unstoppable/unintended pleasure in my mind that it's still one of my number one spank-bank topics; I masturbate about my assault on a regular basis and have frequently used sexual scenarios with consenting partners to recreate it for myself. What you are describing is super common anon. Try looking back in the archive for the taboo kinks asks to hopefully see more about this.
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hiii again! this is the nipple piercing anon. and yes, that felt so weird to type 😂 thank you for answering my ask!! I was wondering if you could let us all know how do you think the girls would react to their s/o having a tongue ring, as well? 🧐 much appreciated!
Haha yk what? I like that name, it’s fun XD absolutely, hon! I feel like if she could, Cassandra might be interested in having one herself, actually👀
Let’s get into it :)
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Bela
She doesn't even notice you have your tongue pierced until well into the relationship, when you share your first kiss
Now, perhaps you should have warned her
Maybe, if you had considered that
It's just that it's a pretty well known fact among the staff by now. It's rare someone gets to have a piercing in the village, and as such, you are often asked to show yours off
As such, it has slipped your mind to warn her about this particular asset
And when she does kiss you, and boldly pushes her tongue against yours, she quickly draws back
You aren't even all that sure about what happened
In one moment she's moaning, humming, smiling against your lips
In the next already she draws back, gasping in surprise, her lower half a mere swarm of flies already, all which buzz loudly
Her golden eyes are so wide and if you weren't so confused, you might notice how utterly adorable the look of such confusion is on the headstrong Bela Dimitrescu
She opens her mouth a couple times, but no sound comes from her, as thuogh she can't quite form her sentence and is not even sure what she wants to ask you
Then, when she just opens her mouth again, you finally understand what must confuse her so
And when you yourself open your mouth and stick out your tongue, she immediately leans down a little, as though to inspect the piercing
At first, she looks shocked
Immediately after, she demands to know "who did this to you"
Again, piercings, especially this kind, are not horribly common in these areas. You really shouldn't be surprised she's this unused to seeing one and- of course- feeling one against her tongue
She's standing tall, demanding to know what happened as though the little piercing is something that's been done to you, as though it's similar to the torture her sister likes to inflict on the prisoners
You're sure, she would've eventually come to her and checked whether she did this, too
But, eventually, you do get her to realize you wear the piercing because you want to. No one hurt you, no one tortured you
And while it lessens her anger and protectiveness for the moment, it does have her feel more confused again
It takes a little while, and a lot of explaining
Eventually, she gets more curious than confused
She kisses you again, more hesitant, a little slower, but so overly curious
She wants to get a feel for it, explores eagerly
It feels odd for a little bit
Soon, she works on trying to figure out how certain things feel for you
She would never want to hurt you, and is at first a little concerned about accidentally ripping at the ring with her sharp teeth
You reassure her, it won’t happen, she’s careful, the ring is small, nothing will happen
And while it does take a while, she does get used to it
Bela isn't quite interested in piercings herself, but admires you for having one
She finds, it's bold, and quite brave in her eyes. Especially for a human. She's certain getting a piercing must be painful, even more so for a human
As if to support you, Bela likes to help you care for the piercing, even as this usually means reminding you to clean it when necessary or change it up at times
For this, she gets you a series of similar rings
Some, surprises
Others she has allowed you to choose yourself
And in time even, she comes to quite like your piercing
Cassandra
Given her fascination with things from the world and cultures outside that of the village, Cassandra would have gladly had a piercing herself already
She likes to experiment
And especially as it comes to these things, she can’t help but see the painful aspect of getting a piercing
How exciting!
Sadly, however, her biology doesn’t quite allow her to do so, her body healing up far too rapidly for her to get even a large piercing
Nonetheless she’s more than curious about them and even knows a thing or two
Really, if her sisters and mother weren’t so against the idea, claiming it’s a waste of materials, she might’ve just pierced some of her prisoners’ bodies
The time she finds out about your piercing is, unsurprisingly, your first kiss
And while it has her pause momentarily, it excites her, too
She’s almost feverish when she kisses you again, moaning and humming, growling even
Her flies, to this day, buzz so loud
Now, you know this is because the feel of the metal ring against her tongue, mingling with the taste and sensation of your tongue, has her feel far, far too excited and far too aroused for her own good
Then, back when you didn’t know, you simply gave into her
Into her moans, her wandering hands
She’s always been so forward, so eager, very touchy
A very physical person
You didn’t think anything of it
That is, until it was your turn to give, and the licks along her throat and privates were enough to have her cum far, far too fast
Though, her shocked expression and wide eyes were certainly worth it
How her chest heaved and legs shook, her flies buzzed…
So excited, so overly aroused
So sensitive whenever the metal even slightly brushed against her skin
Cassandra still is, of course, though she’s grown better at getting a hang of it and at least trying to draw things out
Still, she gets adorably embarrassed when she does end up cumming too fast because of it
A pierced tongue against her…a curious kink, though not entirely surprising for her
Of course, even aside from that, she loves your pierced tongue
She loves to feel it with her own, yes, of course
But, Cassandra also finds it’s quite bold, brave, even
She admires you for it
At times, she wants to copy you, and you usually get to spend the day with a very, very grumpy a little more so than usual Cassandra
Of course, she can’t sport any piercings. It doesn’t stop her from trying, though
At times, she will remind you to take care of hers, though by all means you should not rely on her to do so
At other times, she likes to ramble on about different and more piercings
Styles, spots, motifs, she just wants to see what else could take your pick
And she will always support you
Daniela
She’s overly curious about your piercing
She’s heard rumors of you having a tongue piercing before. You aren’t even sure how she’s come to hear them, really
You suppose, despite how scared most of the staff is of her, she does get around
Perhaps, a literal fly on the wall?
Still, she doesn’t quite speak up on it, even as you feel and hear her flies buzz with excitement
Then again- so they do whenever she’s around you, so there’s no clear way of telling, really
When she does kiss you for the first time, though, her tongue immediately pushes forward as she boldly explores your mouth
And, quite surprisingly to you, her tongue immediately slips across your piercing
She giggles against your lips, as though the sensation felt funny, comfortable, almost familiar
It isn’t, of course, but she’s spent plenty time imagining what kissing you might be like
When she does finally get to experience it, it’s even better than she dared dream
Of course, getting to see your piercing(-s) immediately has her want to get one, too
And, like her sisters, that unfortunately is not a possibility
Alas, her sadness and disappointment doesn’t ever last long
Instead, new offers and pleads come
She can’t help but whine, asking with wide, wide puppy eyes;
Please, let her give you your next piercing!
She promises, she will be so gentle!
She thinks it’s romantic. Or the thought of it, at least
To hold you close
To hear your heartbeat pick up a little
To hear your blood pump
To watch as your eyes widen a little or close
To hold you close
To pierce your body
She wonders; would your eyes slip shut, press shut when the pain comes?
She assures you; she’d be careful!
Should you actually allow her to do this, she’ll be not only incredibly excited, but also fuss about you to no end
She wants it all to go well, wants to have fun with you
She doesn’t want to hurt you, after all! Even as she likes biting at your throat occasionally
As such, she’ll make sure everything is perfect, likely even practice on some…not quite so willing prisoners or, if she feels particularly desperate, even the moroaica
When Bela asks why some of them have pierced ears, noses, lips, and so on, she acts innocent. You try to do the same
When it comes to you, though, she spares no expenses
She gets you the exact piercing you want
And given she could, you’re certain she’d get the same one to match you
Romantic
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Do you have any advice on how to write Dirk and Hal or know of anyone I could get tips from :0?
okay so first of all i want to say that i don't think that i'm really an 'authority' on the subject, or that anyone else really can be aside from andrew herself. but i do have some thoughts and opinions that i'm willing to share
#1 piece of advice is to reread the comic once in a while. or at least reread bits and pieces if that's too daunting or not feasible. the POV cam extension is really helpful for that because you can specifically reread just the parts where dirk is there (does not work for hal though iirc which is where the dialogue directory is the next best thing) anyway i suggest doing this because it's always better to have their canon depictions fresh in your mind so you aren't accidentally working off of purely fanon ones
i think this is more of just a writing tip in general but try to think about how much you intend to transform the character. and by that i mean how much you want to stick to canon characterization. no matter how far you go with it, your depiction should always be informed by canon, but you can go as far with it as you want as long as it's intentional. so for example, if you want to stay really close to canon characterization, go for it. but if you want to stick them in an AU, ask yourself how that will change their behavior, personalities, etc. and it you specifically want them to act differently than they do in canon, that's okay too as long as you justify it and make it believable to your reader. you don't have to be afraid of changing them as long as something happened to cause that change
i feel like these are the two biggest pitfalls people fall into, usually a combination of the two. either they just don't understand the character well enough to give a believable portrayal of them, they don't give the audience enough reason to believe their portrayal of them, or both. for example there are a lot of hal fics out there where he is evil and kills people for fun, which to me just tells me that the author didn't really get him. but the takeaway isn't that you should never make hal evil and kill people, just that you need to provide basis for the audience to believe that he would be evil and kill people while still feeling in-character for doing so. that's what i mean by intentionality, you need to understand why you make the artistic choices that you are making
i wrote down some common tropes (?) of hal writing i tend to see that are along the lines of "i see these a lot and they wouldn't be bad if the author just made them feel believable" if that's at all helpful. i can do some for dirk as well if anyone wants me to
3. avoid being reactionary. the homestuck fandom is so reactionary with its portrayal of characters, meaning that one mischaracterization will get popular, and people will complain about it and swing the complete opposite direction, leading to a different mischaracterization becoming popular. an example of this is everyone thinking dirk is the coolest ever, and then switching to think he's the lamest ever. just try to focus on your own perceptions of the characters based on what you read from the comic and what you agree with others on, don't form perceptions based on trying to break away from something else
4. this goes more for dirk than hal because hal isn't as popular, but just keep in mind that dirk isn't the main character. i think a lot of people attribute main character energy to him when they don't really have to. obviously if you write a fic about dirk, he's literally going to be the main character, or if he's your favorite character you're going to care about him more than the others. but that doesn't mean he's any more important, more special, more traumatized, more mentally ill, or what have you, than any other character. going back to the example from above, the people who treat him as both the coolest OR the saddest character are both portraying him as the Special Boy. when the reality is that they are all pretty special and he's not an exception
i hope that all made sense... if not feel free to ask and i can explain further if needed
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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader
I took some inspiration from @huneybeen who wrote this first so please please dont hate me but I've been thinking about them for the past 3 days and I needed to word vomit.
...K thanks bye.
Divider Credit: @sister-lucifer
☁ The dynamic of this alone is something I'd like to touch on especially because it's so fun to me.
☁ I imagine if anything the reader would be a common toon, so that changed things. You have two mains, Astro and Sprout, and two commons, yourself and Cosmo.
☁ You and Cosmo probably meet first because of that. You get close because of similar interests and stay close during runs.
☁ To add an extra layer to this, imagine Distactor! Reader too? Licking my fingers at this.
☁ Cosmo thought he had just gotten a new friend! He loves giving them treats and using them as a taste tester and even taking naps together wherever possible! It's great!
☁ Until...it's not? Why are you taking off? Why do the trinkets hooked onto your belt look suspiciously like the ones Goob and Tisha are known to use? Why are you actively getting the Twisteds attention?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
☁ The first time he sees you distract is a little stressful for poor Cosmo. The second you're back in the elevator and it clinks shut, he is whirling on you and demanding an explanation.
☁ He's so exasperated that he's left speechless when you simply smile up at him, still high off adrenaline, while talking a mile a minute about how much fun that was.
☁....Are you insane?
☁ That being said, after the fact, Cosmo is literally your personal healer. He is constantly fighting Toodles the other toons for heals, not for himself, not really, but so he's never left with nothing to give you.
☁ That's probably when he realizes he has an initial crush on you. He's mid-way through using a med-kit on you, on a floor high enough he can see the running starting to effect you. You're sluggish and fatigued and can't chug pop fast enough. It makes his chest ache at the sight before he's swallowing his nerves and wrapping his arms around you.
☁ "You're doing great. Thank you for the work you do."
☁ Feeling you melt against him made every grueling floor worth it in that moment. The draining yank of his own health leaving him to go to you through every new treat was far beyond repaid. He would do it a million times over for you if only for a smidge chance at this moment again.
☁ The run was finished soon after that, and you were quick to express your thanks towards him after that. Safe to say, if you thought he was clingy before, that was nothing. It's like he literally took an invisible chain and connected it between you two and you just haven't found it yet.
☁ He's always there with a smile and a treat and a snuggle if time and twisteds permit.
☁ Now, some world building for ya. I imagine that the OG Twisteds of the mains you see, are the real mains until that research is completed. Then Dandy lets you purchase an...un-twist antidote or something and that's when they come back. It's fun to me >:(.
☁ Following this, most people are gonna assume Sprout comes first.
☁ WRONG. I got Astro first so guess whose coming back. Astro.
☁ When Astro comes back, he's evidently shaken by the whole ordeal. The mains probably didn't know the commons overly well unless they were explicitly paired together. Like Sprout and Cosmo in that one animation, or Glisten and Vee, etc. Astro isn't seen with any commons, as far as I know, so he's probably a little lost and feels like an outsider.
☁ While he's recovering he's banned from any runs. Point blank period. However, that means he's alone while the commons are all out scavenging for research.
☁ Guess who comes in? Guess :)
☁ It's you!
☁ Unlike Cosmo, there are other distracting toons. Tisha and Goob both are more than happy to take some shifts while you stay back to recover yourself. Unfortunately, there's only one Cosmo, so he's left going on the runs as a healer and leaving you behind. You always see him off though, giving him pecks on the cheek before he's stepping into the elevator.
☁ You take the time to wander through Gardenview, eyeing each room as you pass before blinking at the infirmary. The new toon was in there.
☁ Astro half expected you to just continue on, regardless of if he was there or not. He was fine on his own, even if it wasn't his favorite. It reminded him too much of when he was... Of before.
☁ But you poked the top of your head in the doorway, your eyes being the only part of you visible. He blinked at the action, making eye contact. Your head tilted at the action and his own mirrored it. It made you giggle as you disappeared back around the door.
☁ Despite it, Astro found himself smiling at the action. what an odd toon you were.
☁ He never heard your footsteps disappear however, stunning himself when you popped your eyes back in, gleaming with mischief. The rest of you stepped in right after, pressing a finger to your lips with a humorous little wink. "Wanna sneak into the kitchen and steal some cookies?"
☁ Needless to say, he found himself in the kitchen, sitting beside you with a cookie jar shaped like a suspicious, rainbow petal'd plant sat between you munching on cookies that looked a little too familiar for comfort.
☁ You filled the silence whenever something popped into your brain, talking about things you felt he should know for whatever reason. He now knew all about Rodger and Glisten and Teagan's tension, which he wouldn't have guessed, and all about Gigi's...problem with misplaced objects. He even knew about your own rumors that laid hushed in the walls, spoken like they were about someone else.
☁ "Yeah! People keep saying Cosmo and I are a thing but he's never asked so until then, that's a no."
☁ He hummed at the time, even if some part of him felt a bit relieved at the information.
☁ By the time he was cleared to go on runs, you were bouncing up and down by his side excitedly, trinkets clinking from where you had hooked them onto your waist, with Cosmo excitedly grinning behind you.
☁ He liked seeing you two like that.
☁ Now. Sprout. Mr. Seedly.
☁ He's last to join. Astro helps with this tremendously. When you're downed from a surprise Shrimpo attack, clutching your arm as Ichor pooled over, Cosmo is quick to try and jump in to help, only for a twisted clone of himself to turn and lock in onto him.
☁ As much as I love to proclaim "Distractor! Cosmo!" he's not actually a distractor. So, he has to run to lose the twisteds quickly before getting bit himself. This is where Astro comes in. Not only does he quickly re-energize both you and Cosmo, he is able to give you a momentary heal, letting you run off, air horn blazing, while hiding in the back to turn his attention to Cosmo.
☁ Whatever pieces you or Cosmo may lose, Astro picks up. Yet, not all of them seem to click into place just yet.
☁ When the elevator stills and you all hear the telltale steps, Astro is quick to grab your shoulders and spit all sorts of warnings. "Watch the tentacles. You'll know where they're going to appear. Don't try to test them. It's not worth it." "He's slow but don't take that for advantage. He will find a way to keep up." "Ignore every other twisted. We can handle them."
☁ Blinking, he watched you slowly nod before blinking and giving a much more firm acknowledgement. "Understood."
☁ When the elevators opened, Astro watched as you quickly got Sprout's attention, darting around a budding pile of ichor before sharply turning the other way. The reason why quickly became apparent when a twisted Teagan turned the corner, which Goob quickly took away.
☁ Nodding to himself, Astro found himself turning to face Cosmo, who looked terrified at the what just happened. Did he look that way when Astro was...That way with him? He hoped not.
☁ Frowning, he gripped his blanket tighter before letting out a breath, extending one of his hands through the opening towards Cosmo. The other looked at it with wide eyes before his eyes upturned to look at Astro's. "I'll stay with you the entire time."
☁ They had to follow you after all.
☁ They stayed a good distance away from where you and Goob were distracting (which was rather entertaining to watch actually), grabbing capsules wherever possible and tossing healing treats to you both as you passed.
☁ It was a rather seamless process actually up until the elevator timer began, sending the other toons of the squad running. Cosmo, who had been waiting for Astro to finish the last machine, seemed to halt before Astro was urging him forward, steeling himself to stay behind. "They'll run out of stamina before getting to the elevator. We'll be fine!"
☁ Albeit hesitantly, Cosmo did turn and run, finding safety next to Rodger while Astro stayed a ways away outside. Goob was quick to return, free of twisteds, but looking no less stressed. "They were far! Sprout cut off their exit!" Goob quickly explained, twiddling his fingers in front of him.
☁ Astro nodded before instructing him to stand in the elevator as well just in case.
☁ As the seconds ticked down, Astro was seconds away from stepping just far enough to remain out of Goob's range just in case when you came skidding around a corner. He could tell you were running on low as you kept looking back, narrowly avoiding Sprout's clawed grasp. Waiting until you were close enough, he let his power thrum along the ground, watching as you immediately perked up.
☁ Goob took this as a signal, or maybe you gave him one, as you quickly moved to push Astro forward, right into the awaiting arms as you continued towards the elevator. Just as the elevator began to close, you dove, making it just under the steel metal as it slammed shut behind you.
☁ You were panting as you laid on the ground, the entire elevator silent save for your heavy breaths and the sound of Dandy preparing for his arrival.
☁ Cosmo was quick to jump onto you, hurling threats of no more heals if you ever tried anything like that ever again. You took it with grace, gently resting a hand on his head as he cried into your shoulder. Your eyes angled back, catching his and extending your free hand. "You can't fool me. I know that scared you too."
☁ If Astro moved forward to take your hand, sitting close enough to you his knees brushed your shoulders.
☁ You had gotten what you needed though, evident with the glower Dandy shot at you, hidden behind a plastic smile.
☁ Getting Sprout back was harder than getting Astro back, admittedly. You had explained that when getting a main back, you kept most of the toons behind simply for everyone's sake. Distractors, Cosmo and fast extractors was where you drew the line.
☁ Which Astro understood. But didn't like. However, that being said, his power made him a valuable asset, which he used to argue his point. When you acquiesced, he nearly cheered, triumphantly trekking into the elevator with Cosmo by his side.
☁ To say this was like the previous runs, but on some sort of crack would be an understatement. It was fast. It was grueling. It was a thing of constant motion with machines constantly being done and the elevator a repeating pattern of opening and closing.
☁ There were no jokes like usual. There was no chatting. There was a new tension among the people in the elevator, simply waiting for the countdown before starting it all over again.
☁ Cosmo ensured he stuck beside Astro the entire time, remaining a rock the entire time while you were busy. They kept close enough they could rush to you should the need arise, and have a few times, but stayed within hands reach of each other.
☁ By the time they reached floor 24, with all of you tired and injured to some extent, the sound of his steps were both a welcome reprieve and a dreaded expectation.
☁ You were the one trusted with the serum, clutching it tightly as you glared at the elevator before you were turning to look at Cosmo and Astro over your shoulder. "Stay safe, please. Don't wait for me."
☁ It was a harrowing ask, but not one they could linger on as the elevator opened and you took off.
☁ But then the lights went out.
☁ And then they heard Sprout let out a shrill roar signaling he spotted you.
☁ Then they heard the snarling of Pebble signaling he too also spotted you.
☁ That was all they needed before the group of them dispersed, eager to complete the machines as quick as possible before you paid the price for their lack of action.
☁ One by one each ticked off before the elevator was reopening and they all rushed back to the elevator. Goob, Cosmo and Astro stood right up at the lip of the elevator, eyes darting for you. You appeared much quicker, both Pebble and Sprout on your heels as you did.
☁ You dropped a quick smoke bomb, loosing both of their attentions as you quickly rounded around a counter. Pebble let out a snarl as he ran off in the other direction. He didn't get far before hearing you move and it was like a movie.
☁ You moved, launching at Sprout with the Serum poised and ready while Pebble snarled, rushing to catch you. You managed to catch Sprout, digging the spout of the needle into his neck before being chucked off, making you scramble as you quickly darted back around the counter. Astro let his power thrum as Goob snapped his arms out, Cosmo catching you as you ran into the elevator while Goob's arms snapped back. The elevator snapped shut as Glisten moved to end the run and send the elevator back up, both you and Cosmo moving to where Goob cradled an ichor riddle body.
☁ You quickly let Cosmo do what he needed too, diverging to wrap your arms around Astro, who's eyes were locked onto Sprout.
☁ He spent the night with you and Cosmo, both of which he dragged out of your rooms to sleep in his that night.
☁ Sprout's recovery is quicker than Astro's, as he's a toon made for healing. He's up and bitching before any of you can stop him.
☁ Cosmo is his first stop, duh, they're canonically very close, with Astro a close second as he would know the other main. But you? Sprout's got no idea who you are.
☁ So he's a little stand-offish. He sees you interacting with Cosmo and sees you with Astro, and both seem to thoroughly enjoy your company, but he also saw you when he was a twisted.
☁ You were a dumbass if he had anything to say about it.
☁ You'd see someone way down a hallway and risk running into a wall to avoid them getting maybe even possibly spotted. He'd seen you eat enough chocolate bars to make him sake just to stay just in front of Pebble. He'd seen you slip on a stray jumper cable only to get right back up and do the same thing when you rounded around.
☁ He wasn't sure he wanted that rubbing off on him.
☁ But you stuck around. When Cosmo wanted to bake, you were the first to get a bit of the final product. When Astro wanted a nap, you were right there with a blanket, acting as a pillow while you napped with him.
☁ Even on runs, you were quick to come to his aid, taking back the twisteds once he'd gotten his aggro-tapes. All with a stupid smile.
☁ He kind of hated that smile.
☁ Man this is getting LONGGG
☁ Anyway, how would you and Sprout bond? Uh, the common denominators silly!
☁ You were injured on a previous run, bad enough to warrant bed rest decrees from both Cosmo AND Astro. Lucky you!
☁ Sprout had only been cleared for basic runs and this was another possible retrieval run, which you heavily protested against with not only you injured but your second healer still on probation.
☁ Still, they went on with it. You and Sprout were left in the infirmary, awkward silence settling between you. Neither of you knew what to say from there. Your buffers were gone.
☁ With a huff, you sat up, running a hand down your face before turning to face Sprout. Who was watching you.
☁ He watched you like a hawk, watching as you swung your feet off the bed and slowly stood like a shaky new born fawn. "Cosmo's not gonna like that."
☁ You snorted at him, falling back onto the bed only to try again. Sprout's eyes narrowed as he scoffed. "Astro's not gonna like it either."
☁ You snorted again, finally finding your standing before turning to look at him, narrowing your eyes at him. "Are you coming with me to get cookies or not?"
☁ ...well, he can't say he didn't warn you. He did follow you to go get treats, acting as a crutch along the way simply for the reason he didn't want to wait for you to hobble along.
☁ That was the only reason.
☁ By the time you both got to the kitchen, munching on treats, you had picked up a fun back and forth with each other, trading quips as you dug into the cookie jar once more. You pulled out the last cookie, offering it to him.
☁ He looked at it before shaking his head, only for you to roll your eyes and split it in two. He took it with a grumble, scoffing. "I made them I can make more."
☁ "Gonna make them with Astro's face again?" You shot back with a grin, nibbling onto your own half.
☁ He gave an affronted gasp before the ding of the elevator was making you both look over, Sprout giving you a hand to welcome back the group. They hadn't been gone very long, so it either went very well or not well at all.
☁ It turned out be neither. The run had been called as they were unable to fall into a rhythm and Scraps and Brightney had gotten into quite the altercation.
☁ Both you and Sprout find yourselves looked for Cosmo and Astro, only to find them chatting near the entrance, completely fine. There's a moment between you and hi m, where you both side eye each other before you're reaching out and shoving him. Without trinkets you two are practically the same speed, only he has you outmatched with stamina.
☁ Which was his only hope as he stumbled, not expecting the dirty play, watching you take off towards them. He quickly caught up trying to shove you only for you to dodge him with a laugh.
☁ He knew he should've distracted more. He had gotten complacent with Pebble and was now paying the price for it. He should've known you were a dirty filthy cheater. He should've guessed.
☁ In a last ditch effort he launched himself at you, making you squawk as you both rolled forward, giving both Cosmo and Astro little time before the two of you collided into them sending the four of you into a heap of undignified limbs and cackles.
☁ I spent that entire time just developing that omfg and its already long. sobbing.
☁ Anyway how y'all get together is gonna be TBD bc my head is hurty and my tummy is empty. ~<3
#Dandy's world#Dandy's world x Reader#Astro x reader#astro dandys world#dandys world x reader#Astro Novalite#Astro novalite x reader#dandy's world astro novalite x reader#Sprout x reader#Sprout seedly x reader#Sprout seedly#Dandy's world sprout seedly#dandy's world sprout seedly x reader#dandys world sprout#Cosmo x reader#Dandy's world cosmo#Dandy's world cosmo x reader#cosmo doesn't have a last name#Moonberrycake#moonberrycake x reader#astro x cosmo x sprout#astro x cosmo x sprout x reader#writing this while playing Dandy's world is really peak hyperfix#I still DO NOT have Sprout's research btw <3
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Hey, sorry if I'm bothering you or anything. But I am curious, like what would happen if Bumblebee is a femme (female), and what are his teammates and crushes reaction to that?
Well, that's interesting.
There could be two takes on that, either she is a femme by forging or some freak incident with the allspark shard happened and turned him genderbend.
In my mind Cybertronians are aliens so they don't really need to represent themselves as male/female. I'd say the population is about 2/3ds of them having binary pronouns and expressions while the rest just does their own thing. Of couse, while this is a fairly common thing, that doesn't mean where aren't bad things like sexism or xenophobia (mostly towards warframes cuz majority are Decepticons).
If you're in a bad part of town, you might stumble into these types of bots. Minibots aren't takes as seriously as a normal civil frame would, but the lower in morale you go you'll find that these shady folks often treat minis as lap pets.
If Bee was a femme by forging she'd have a hard time staying out of trouble considering most mechs tried to harass her over he frame. Even if she wasn't the most femme-looking and curvy it was quite obvious she was in fact a femme. Most often than not mechs would comment on her big chest kibble.
Wasp was one of those mechs, he'd constantly try and grope the fellow mini and try to intimidate her to be his sparkmate ut it never worked. He thought she was playing tough but in reality she just wanted away from this creep. Thankfully Bulkhead turned out to be different; the mech tried to approach her many times and she just thought he wanted to hit her up too. Took a while and a Bulkhead defending her from Wasp to realize he just wanted to befriend her.
In case of crushes, Bee had 3; Longarm from the times of boot camp. Prowl from their times on earth and Blitzwing who she inconveniently found attractive during their battles.
I don't think it would be much different form how Bee would be treated as a mech. I mean, Longarm was essentially a school buddy, they got along well, maybe something blossomed and it only became something serious once on earth.
Prowl is the exact same, he'll treat Bee the same way he'd treat him as a mech. But I can see few folks teasing him about having no sense of personal space when he and Bee are bickering. Who knows, maybe one day after a much heated fight between the two, Prowl will wake up and realize Bee has been on his mind all the time and is not as annoying as he makes himself believe.
Blitzwing- honestly, he'd be smitten the first time he sees her. He's been trying his luck in the Legion but everyone always turns him away, mostly due to his condition. But then he sees this tiny cute femme with sharp glossa and visible enjoyment for odd things and he's all over her. He'll flirt in the middle of the fight and pretend they're dancing and not trying to off one another. He'll bring her flowers and stolen objects he'd think she might like, Bee is so tired of this adorator but at the same time she really enjoys it. The others are just annoyed at his courting.
If Bee was somehow turned femme on Earth it would be pretty funny. I've actually had an idea a while back on this.
They were trying to reach the shard but it was one of the unstable ones; it caused everything around to go haywire and, as one of the weirdest things it did, it transformed various machinery into other things. Like forklifts shifted parts to become ice cream machines spurting oil, that sort of thing. They managed to get it but of course, Bee has been hit in the process. he woke up and only after the others saw him he realized what happened. He was a tad more curvy than his mech self, his subspace was now hanging from his hips and he has door wings. His horns were a bit thinner and longer and his peded gained heel struts much like Prowl had. Even his voice shifted to be on a higher note.
At first he was freaking out but over time he got used to it, maybe even like it. The others were sure surprised and had to adjust but there wasn't much issues. Well, except Optimus who seemed a tad uneasy at the sight whenever they spoke.
I would say Prowl was definitely surprised at the sudden change, more surprised when he caught himself being nicer towards Bee in general. They were working on a way to reverse this back since Bee seemed to want his old look back but overtime Prowl noticed Bee changing his demeanor when speaking on the topic. One time he approached the scout when he was sitting alone on the roof and asked what was wrong. Bee then asked him if how he'd feel if he stayed like this instead of going back to his old self.
Prowl didn't expect that but said that if he wants to stay like this he should do it. Bee confessed he has grown to enjoy being a femme, he was glad the one he cared about the most was supportive of it. Ratchet understood too, he just wished Bee would've told him sooner so he wouldn't have spend a good amount of their resources preparing for the frame upgrading. And so Bee officially became a femme and even switched his pronouns to be she/her. It was a short while before everyone got the hang of it and all was good. Well, except Sentinel who now not only harassed Bee cuz he hated him but also was being a creep. But except for that all was good.
Blitzwing's reaction would be when they are already dating and Bee shows up wearing a blanket, covering it up as him being cold. At some point Blitz accidentally rips the blanket off and sees Bee's frame. He wasn't sure why Bee was so nervous about it, those were great upgrades! Then he heard how he got those "upgrades" and it made sense. He still loved Bee and didn't care one bit about his new look- well, except the door wings, he couldn't get enough of them and knowing all the common sensitive spots for flight frames he had one hell of a fun time watching Bee be all flustered and fluttery when he touched them. When Bee showed up to another meeting with much more confident attitude he knew something was up. Bee told him about the plans to bring back his old look so he was quite surprised to hear that was scrapped and Bee was a she now. Of course he gave her extra loving that night and maybe they discovered a few new things about her anatomy. Blitz certainly enjoyed every bit of his new-old Bee.
Idk is Longarm/Shockwave would care much. Longarm is more on the mech expression, Shockwave has nb vibes with he/him pronouns. He'd support Bee during his journey of coping and discovery and he'd be happy when Bee finds his new self that he's happy with. i'm not really sure what to write here tbh.
And that's it. Hope you liked it!
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have a great day or night! 💋
I have several thoughts…
Thank you for being my first anon and ilysm
You’re a genius
I’m so so so so very sorry I took so long to answer this! I really wanted to get this done sooner but I’ve had serious writers block (or laziness idk) and just a bunch of personal shit going on, so getting this done is like a belated Christmas/new year’s/birthday present to myself
I can’t promise this’ll be as good as this was, I feel like I used all my good writing abilities up on that haha
Have a great day or night to you too 🩷
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After losing your leg, you never thought you’d work for anything military affiliated again. Okay, well, maybe as a civilian admin person, but never in the field. But, with a LOT of physical therapy… and mental therapy… and retail therapy… it was like you were as good as new!
So, when Laswell called, you answered. There was an opening in a new Task Force, and they wanted you. You haven’t felt this way since… well, since John, Kyle, and Johnny. But now, they dint have to consume your every living thought. You can begin again.
It wasn’t long before you were on a new base, in a new country, with a new team.
They were all extremely welcoming, albeit different. You had to get used to the change in personalities and strategies, but it was refreshing to get new perspectives on things.
Months of training and bonding with your new team go by, and less contact with the 141. You’ve by no means forgot about them, but you don’t think about them as much anymore. You’re happy, and they need to respect that.
But when have those boys ever been good at leaving you alone? Never. Which is how you end up here, staring them down as your new Captain greets John, the Captain of the team you’ll be working alongside for the next however long.
You can’t stand this. Why couldn’t they just let you have one thing for yourself for ONCE?
The best way to handle this, you decided, was to not. Avoiding them was simple and easy, so you did it.
On the occasions you couldn’t avoid them, like missions, all your interactions were short and professional. There was no hint of the connection you had all shared.
The lieutenant who replaced you was big and stoic, but his was also a dumbass. Sure, it was an improvement in physical strength (which you were definitely NOT jealous of), but it was a loss in stealth and just common fucking sense.
Like, how can this man look you in the eyes and not realize you were his predecessor that the team still talked about? You hate him and his big muscles. Those very same muscles that eventually saved you from losing your other leg.
At first, you were pissed when he pinned you. But then the explosion happened.
There was a loud, obnoxious ringing in your ears, but at least you weren’t passed out, unlike the big oaf on top of you.
John helped pull him off of you and waited with you both until medevac came. Every protest from you was countered by your old Captain. He just wants you to be alright, luvie, relax.
Reluctantly, you did, enough to fall asleep. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was the blinding white lights of the hospital. When that faded, you saw John and your new Captain whispering to each other in the corner of the room, sending worried glances… past you? You weakly turned your head to look, and it was Simon, covered in bandages.
#I’m scared of dialogue#I promise there’ll be some next time#sorry for the cliffhanger#posting this before I get on a plane so I don’t have to watch my failure 😔#simon ghost riley x reader#john price x reader#johnny soap mctavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#cod#tf 141 x reader#poly 141 x reader
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My Marauders Headcanons:
(Part 1)
- Sirius sings in the shower, no matter the hour, the situation or whether he has company, if he's in the shower he WILL perform (however he sings really quietly if he knows someone is sleeping close to the bathroom, or he just resorts to humming). When he was a child he was forbidden from making too much noise around the house, so he just hummed or sang whenever he happened to have a moment of privacy, which often meant during a bath or in his bed chambers. The habit kind of stuck.
- Peter is a giggly drunk. He laughs at every little thing in a really carefree way he'd never be comfortable with when sober, and it's so contagious that it usually ends with everybody in stiches
- Remus has always had a lot of anxious tics as a child and he's never really managed to outgrow some of them, so he picked up smoking to try to stop biting his nails or the inside of his cheeks. Only now he's addicted and he's always fidgeting with a cig or a lighter in hand
- Marlene was mainly raised around boys. She was the second child and the only girl out of four siblings, and she had an especially close relationship with her older brother. James and Peter were among her first friends ever and she only ever played or hanged around boys who were her brothers' friends.
Mary was her first female friend ever (and she had a monstrous crush on her from Day 1)
- James HATES sleeping alone. Up until he was around six years old he would sleep in his parents' bed every single night (spoiled brat that he was) and since then he has always felt really off when he's had to sleep alone. His mum used to cover his bed in stuffed toys and plushies to make up for the lack of company, but James still missed the presence of someone else. After meeting Sirius, James rarely slept on his own for the first two years, and it was bliss for both of them (Sirius used to get horrible nightmares and being held helped)
- Peter practices stand up comedy in the dorm room and he has such immaculate comedic timing that the marauders always end up with tears in their eyes at his stories. He usually tells them about stuff he overheard in class or his horrible Hogsmeade dates. One time James pissed himself from laughing
- Sirius thought he'd never love anybody as much as he loved James or Remus, but the day Harry was born he instantly became Sirius' number 1 favourite person in the world. He bonded a lot with Lily over it
- Mary dances really, really well. Her bachata and merengue are so hypnotizing that once she put up a little show in the common room, per Sirius' request, and it was all the entirety of Gryffindor would speak about for the next two weeks. She was given lessons since she was a toddler by her caribbean relatives when she went to visit them in Martinique, and her parents later signed her up for summer classes during Hogwarts. She tried to teach each and every one of her friends a couple of times, of course, but they all sucked in their own way. Surprisingly, the only one who kind of got the hang of it in the end was Peter, who had a severely underestimated sense of rhythm. (Sirius was admittedly very good at the technical aspects of both dances, but he couldn't seem to shrug off the stiff posture he'd learnt to Waltz in, so he never looked quite natural enough)
- The marauders are codependent™️.
And it's not just James and Sirius, it's all of them! If ANYTHING happens to one of them without the other three knowing/being present to witness it, a reunion MUST be held in the dorms recounting the events in chronological order. And when I mean that they share almost every single detail of their daily lives, I mean every single one. James and Sirius are obviously the worst, and it took Remus a while to get used to being so open with them, but over time, it just became natural to him too. Peter just loves it because he likes being listened to and giving advice, so he's having the time of his life.
As a result of it, they're insane gossips. They know everything about almost every person in Hogwarts because one of them always ends up in a situation.
Mary, who's a sucker for good stories and scandals, has weekly meet-ups with James to share gossip.
Obviously this becomes a problem when Wolfstar get together. Their secret relationship lasts a grand total of four days before one of them eventually crumbles and spills everything to James and Peter (it was Remus)
- Lily likes tinkering. Manual labour helps her get her mind off of things that make her uneasy or anxious, so if she wants to disconnect for a couple of hours she resorts to knitting or making jewelry from scratch. Mary and Marlene start collecting colorful rocks around the perimeter of the lake and bringing them to Lily so she can make bracelets, necklaces and earrings. In a few months they have a whole collection of matching pieces that they wear all the time. Lily eventually moves on to bigger projects, like sewing dresses or knitting bags, usually as gifts for the people she loves.
She makes James a sweater of his favourite quidditch team for his 18th birthday because money is tight (which she feels incredibly bad about), but he likes it so much that he wears it every day for a month straight and the others have to wrestle him out of it to have the elves wash it
- Remus is unexpectedly very touchy with Sirius. He's always generally shied away from hugs or pats or kisses from his friends (mainly James), so everyone expected him to loathe PDA too, but Remus doesn't. On the other hand he craves it, and he always searches for a way to be touching Sirius in any and all situations. Holding hands or playing with Sirius' fingers stops him from wanting to bite his nails, having his hair played with relaxes him, and being kissed is one of his new favourite things in the world. So if it were up to him, he just simply would never want to detach himself from Sirius, like ever, but he's anxious about coming off as too obsessive, so he makes do with small touches
- Marlene has only ever had a small crush on one boy before realizing that she liked girls, and that boy was Sirius (she liked the longer hair and the cheekbones, the rest of his body not so much)
And, lastly, here's how they rank on most to least likely to be a sore fucking loser during any type of competition:
- Sirius (he's absolutely insufferable, complains and whines for hours even if he loses at goddamn tic tac toe)
- Lily (also insufferable, complains really loudly and quickly turns into a the most paranoid conspiracy theorist who thinks everyone else cheated)
- Marlene (not as bad as the first two, still very annoying. After losing, she gets in a sour mood for a while that only Mary can snap her out of)
- Remus (this man never makes a scene so, at best, he simply looks frustrated about losing. He can still get really competitive, though, especially academically)
- Mary (depends on the competition, but she's generally not a sore loser)
- Peter (a very decent loser, he takes a loss gracefully. Except at chess, because no one can beat him without cheating so he only gets mad because he knows that he's being tricked)
- James (he believes that a win should always be earned, so if he lost fairly he has no right to get mad about it. Unless someone cheated. In that case it's fucking over for everyone because he WILL be out for blood. 99% of the time he just pats his competitor on the shoulder and congratulates them)
#marauders#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#peter pettigrew#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#lily evans#jily#wolfstar#marylene#fuck i love marylene#anyway they are all real people to me#and i love them dearly#use these as kin quizzes the way I'm right about absolutely everything
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Nokto Klein: Chapter 2
Chapter 1
A loud noise shattered the silence of the private room where we were alone. I hurriedly moved away from Nokto and looked towards the door--
Silvio: Yo, fox bastard. Ya in there?
The one who appeared, adorned with so many jewels that they made a loud jangling sound, was Benitoite's First Prince, Silvio.
Nokto: That's something you say while knocking on the door, not after kicking it down.
Silvio: Huh? Don't sweat the small stuff.
(As expected of the richest man on the continent...)
(I thought so the first time I met him, but he's a man of loud noises and flashy appearances.)
*flashback*
Emma: Would you like to take a look?
???: Huh? Are you talkin' to me, woman?
Emma: Yes. It seems you've been staring for quite a while.
???: Ha, if you're goin' to take up my time, ya better have somethin' that satisfies me.
*flashback over*
A memory from when we went on vacation to Benitoite to let the busy Nokto rest surfaced in my mind.
(I was just touching Nokto, so I feel kind of awkward...)
Seeing me like this and Nokto acting as if nothing had happened, Silvio seemed to understand everything and his expression clearly darkened.
Silvio: Don't get frisky the moment you arrive.
Nokto: Silvio, do you know the word "delicacy"?
Silvio: Doesn't matter. This is my territory. Behave yourselves a little.
Nokto: Yes, yes, this time I'm visiting as the King of Rhodolite. I'll be in your care.
(I want to disappear...)
Desperately trying to endure the urge to faint from embarrassment, I lift the hem of my dress to greet him.
Emma: Prince Silvio, it's been a while. Thank you for having us during our stay.
(This time, unlike back then, I'm meeting him as the future queen, so I have to be firm.)
I somehow tried to switch my mindset, but for some reason, Silvio gave me a blunt look---
Silvio: You really chose this common-lookin' woman, huh?
Emma: ...!
(W-well, it's true that I'm from a commoner's background, and I'm trying not to let my true self show...!)
I thought he was high-handed from the time we met in town, but because I'm trying to be a woman worthy of Nokto, Silvio's words subtly pierce my heart.
As I try to act unconcerned and evade the situation harmlessly, Nokto pulls me close by the waist.
Nokto: Don't be mean just because I have such a cute fiancée, okay?
Emma: Nokto...
Even in his casual tone, I can sense his concern for me, and my heart starts to race.
Silvio frowns with a truly disgusted look on his face.
Silvio: I just said what I thought.
Nokto: Hmm? I thought you were jealous.
Nokto, with a foxy smile on his face, suddenly brings his face close to mine as if he's about to kiss me.
Emma: Whoa, Nokto, that's a bit much...
(I know you're trying to throw Silvio off, but it's embarrassing!)
Silvio: If you show me any more of that weird stuff, I'll kick ya outta the castle!
Silvio: And you, don't blush so easily just 'cause he got close to yer face. Get a grip in three seconds!
Emma: D-don't be unreasonable!
Emma: Besides, it's Nokto, so it's not "just anything" to me.
Nokto: You're saying some pretty tempting things. You're good at making me happy.
Nokto: See, wasn't that lovey-dovey talk cute?
Silvio: I don't have time to listen to your nonsense.
Silvio: I can't stand watchin' your charade any longer. Let's get down to business.
Nokto: Oh, you mean tomorrow's Founding Festival party?
Silvio: If ya know, then stop showin' me that crap and listen!
Nokto: Sorry, sorry, but it's okay, right? Silvio was the one who slipped up first.
Silvio: Tch... By the way, will this woman also be attendin' the party?
Nokto: Of course, you're going too, right?
Emma: Yes. I would very much like to attend.
(Because our visit to Benitoite this time,)
(Officially, it's for attending this anniversary party--)
*flashback*
One day, with our departure for Benitoite imminent--
I was facing King Nokto in his office for a final meeting.
Nokto: Benitoite is an allied nation, so there's no need to be so wary,
Nokto: But since we're going on a diplomatic mission, we need a proper reason.
Nokto: Now that the three countries of Tanzanite, Achroite, and Ruby have formed an alliance,
Nokto: Visiting under the pretense of a vacation might make us seem frivolous.
Nokto: Benitoite has a flourishing trade and many people from other countries stay there...
Nokto: If we're seen as a king and queen gallivanting around while the continent is unstable,
Nokto: There's a possibility that groundless rumors will spread to Obsidian and Jade.
Emma: In that case, what would be the best course of action?
???: How about using this invitation?
Emma: Certainly, attending some kind of party would be the most natural--
Emma: Wait... Prince Clavis!?
Clavis suddenly appeared between Nokto and me, holding an envelope in his hand.
Nokto: ...Why are you casually joining the conversation?
Clavis: Good question. The answer is because you started talking where I am.
Nokto: You mean we were talking in the wrong place. Well, fine, but don't get in the way.
Clavis: Is that a royal order?
Nokto: You mean you're going to get in the way that much?
Clavis: Haha, that depends on my mood.
Nokto: ...Whatever.
Nokto swiftly took the envelope from Clavis's hand. It bore the national emblem of Benitoite and an unfamiliar crest.
Emma: What invitation is that?
Nokto: Do you remember the story about how I went to Benitoite for a short-term study abroad program?
Emma: Yes, of course.
(During his study abroad, he lived with a distant relative, a married couple of Rhodolite royal lineage, right?)
We also greeted the elderly couple during our previous vacation and stayed at their mansion.
Nokto: At that time, I had a tutor who taught me about Benitoite.
Nokto: I received an invitation to a founding anniversary party from the school where he works as a teacher.
Emma: A school's... founding anniversary party?
Clavis: Sounds fun, doesn't it? Just the word "school" makes it an exciting invitation. I wouldn't hesitate to attend.
Nokto: You be quiet for a bit.
Emma: Even though you had a connection with the teacher, why did you receive an invitation if you didn't attend the school, Nokto?
Nokto: Recently, I had a chance to talk with a nobleman who funds the school in Benitoite at a meeting I attended.
Nokto: I mentioned my tutor's name, and said I wanted to use their educational institutions as a reference for our country...
Nokto: I showed my interest in the school and steered the conversation towards getting invited to the party.
Emma: Wow... That worked out well.
Nokto: It's partly thanks to the fact that he's the type who likes to show off.
Nokto: Even if it's a small country, it's something to boast about that he has a connection with the king, right?
Emma: I see. But to have met such a nobleman by chance--
(—Wait, knowing Nokto, maybe...)
Emma: Was meeting that nobleman really a coincidence?
Nokto: You saw through me?
Nokto: Actually, I knew that nobleman would be attending the meeting from the beginning, and getting the invitation was also as planned.
Nokto: I thought I might need an excuse to go to Benitoite.
(Amazing... He was working with everything in sight.)
(With his negotiation skills to make things go his way, as expected of my fiancé--)
Clavis: "My fiancé is so wonderful and reliable... I love him, I adore him, I want to kiss him right now."
Emma: You're not mocking me right now, are you!?
Clavis: Haha, was it similar?
Emma: Not at all!
Nokto: Emma.
Emma: Nokto, say something too--
Nokto: You can kiss me anytime you want.
Emma: ...Could you tell me more about that founding anniversary party?
Nokto & Clavis: Are you embarrassed? / You're blushing?
Emma: Don't tease me, both of you!
*flashback over*
(--I remembered some extra things...)
Pulling myself together, I listen to Silvio's voice.
Silvio: I'll also be attendin' the anniversary party 'cause I personally fund the school. We'll head there together tomorrow.
Nokto: Okay, thanks.
Silvio: The real reason you came to my country at this time is probably 'bout the three-country alliance, right? Is there anythin' else?
(Oh... he knew... But Nokto doesn't seem surprised at all, as if he expected to be asked.)
Perhaps not all the nobles of Benitoite are aware of our purpose. Judging from Nokto's interactions so far, it might be that Silvio is particularly perceptive.
Nokto shrugged his shoulders in resignation.
Nokto: Ah, as expected, you saw through me.
Nokto: If I remember correctly, isn't that facility about to open?
(Huh...?)
Unfamiliar information came out of Nokto's mouth, and my heart began to race with unease.
Silvio: As always, you're quick to hear the news.
Nokto: A small country can't survive without being sensitive to information.
Silvio: You understand well.
Silvio: Whether it's money or anythin' else, fresh information is essential to gettin' your hands on it.
(What does that mean...? I haven't heard anything other than the founding anniversary party...)
Nokto: I have some good information about the facility. That's why I came to the castle to offer it to you, Silvio.
Silvio: Ha, I see. If you have a gift, I won't pry into unnecessary matters.
From the exchange with Silvio, I can see that Nokto really isn't fazed at all.
(And yet, I'm getting flustered just because something unexpected happened...)
I think I've become quite a bit more resilient compared to when I first met Nokto, but as I spend more time by his side as the future queen and become more involved in official duties, I've come to feel that I'm still immature.
(That's why I want to be careful not to become a burden to Nokto.)
As I'm renewing my resolve, Silvio turns around.
Silvio: We're done talkin'. I have other business to attend to, so I'll be goin'.
Silvio: --Oh, that's right. I'll throw a little welcome party for ya tonight, so come.
Nokto: My, how generous of you. Emma and I will attend.
Emma: Thank you, Prince Silvio.
Silvio: Yes, even if I say it's a small party, extravagance is the Benitoite way. Enjoy yourselves to the fullest.
Silvio shifts his gaze from me to Nokto and stares intently.
Silvio: But, be a little prepared.
Nokto: Hmm?
Silvio: You're not popular in my country, King Nokto.
Leaving behind an unsettling warning, Silvio left the guest room.
-
Around the time the setting sun sank below the windswept horizon and the curtain of night fell--
Benitoite, under the leadership of Prince Silvio, held a welcome party for the visiting King and future Queen of Rhodolite.
The finest alcohol, cuisine, music, hospitality, and the entire space were all extravagantly luxurious...
Nokto chuckled at me as I hurriedly covered my gaping mouth with my hand.
Nokto: You've been surprised by everything since you came to the castle.
Emma: Because everywhere I look, I see expensive things... I'm starting to get nervous in a different way.
Nokto: Shall I loosen you up?
Contrary to his seemingly considerate words, a mischievous smile played on Nokto's lips.
Emma: ...As long as it's within the bounds of common sense.
Nokto: What kind of things are outside the bounds?
Emma: That's...
Nokto: Your face is red.
Emma: Eh?
Nokto: Lewd.
Emma: I-it's different from what Nokto is thinking!?
Nokto: Yes, yes, indecent instead of lewd.
(It means the same thing even if you say it differently!?)
Nokto: So? Did that loosen you up?
Emma: Ah, now that you mention it... You could have loosened me up in a more normal way, though.
Nokto: But it was within the bounds of common sense, wasn't it?
Emma: Ugh... Thank you.
Nokto: You're welcome.
Pushing down the embarrassment that came in place of nervousness thanks to Nokto, I pick up my glass.
When I try the Benitoite liquor, a refreshing sweetness spreads in my mouth.
(Delicious...)
While sipping my drink, I casually look around and see the nobles cheerfully chatting and enjoying the food.
(I wonder what Silvio meant by those words. So far, there's nothing strange about the party itself...)
Emma: Hey, Nokto. Do you have any idea what Silvio meant by what he said earlier?
Nokto: All I can say is, there are a few things that come to mind.
It's true that Nokto was a womanizer before we met, and there were always rumors about his affairs.
But it shouldn't be to the extent that it would earn him a bad reputation even in other countries...
Besides, if it's Nokto, he should have already sensed that he's unpopular with some people in Benitoite.
And the reason for that is--.
(Is he not telling me on purpose because he doesn't want me to know...?)
(Or is he trying not to worry me about unnecessary things during the party?)
Benitoite Noble: King Nokto, Lady Emma, welcome to Benitoite.
Nokto: Thank you for the warm welcome. Thanks to you, we are having a pleasant evening.
Nokto: As expected, your country has a fine selection of alcohol.
(I'll think about it and ask him later. I have to focus on socializing now.)
I consciously switched my mindset and continued to interact with the important people of Benitoite.
The atmosphere of the party was no different from any other I had attended.
(But... what is it?)
Even though I thought it was the same, I suddenly felt a sense of discomfort that I couldn't quite put into words.
To find out what it was, I looked around just like I did before--
(Ah...)
-
Nokto: How long are you planning to stay dressed like that?
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You can only hold grudges for so long I think. Something I've come to learn from my time on this planet is that only true people can commit truly heinous acts. I know I said this before but that is where my ideation for Eric and Dylan comes in here. Nobody knows themselves, I don't think they do at least.
Everyone can be anyone and that is the honestly scary part. Nothing is holding you to have solid beliefs or act one way for your whole life; it's insanely and utterly baffling to think some people don't understand this. I think genuine personality disorders are way more common than we think, which leads me to believe it isn't so much a disorder as it is just human nature.
Examples of this can be mood swings I guess. I aspire to have enough comfortability with myself to be able to be the apparently rude and genuine selves Eric and Dylan were. They were true to themselves and I think that is what especially counts with their case, if you care about that, at least. At least they were consistent.
I understand that was also a different generation of people. It's a lot more common nowadays for people to be conscious of their little actions or mannerisms - I wish people weren't so hyper aware. I wish I didn't care as much as I do because I just know if I could live up to how I feel and be the person I am inside my head, Id be happier. My consequences would suck but they wouldn't be life-changing. They wouldn't be too extreme that it would ruin my life. I think it would benefit me to voice my thoughts, or do the things I think about doing, which are violent and are disgusting and taboo, but people can only care for so long. I want to be another among the rest like Dylan and Eric were before making themselves truly known. Maybe I sound dramatic or excessive but it's something I think about a lot.
All these people had guts to act on their urges, which isn't always great, of course, but they were true to themselves. And in the end, I think that's what really matters. I think you should fulfill your life in the way you want to - whether it's being the average person, or letting yourself be troubled and do troubling things.
Of Course it's awful what some people want to do, what I want to do, but it can only bother you so long. Nobody lives forever, nobody should dwell on things that are over and done with.
If life means so much to you, you'll get over it. You'll learn to live your life to your fullest and you will accept that nobody has it easy, that doesn't make you special.
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timebomb highschool au
(part 8)
(pt1) (pt2) (pt3) (pt4) (pt5) (pt6) (pt7) (read on ao3)
description: timebomb highschool au pretty much sums it up lol. there’s also canon storylines (vander death, vi conflict etc.) but translated into a modern context
note: sorry for any mistakes I’m exhausted lol
Ekko didn’t know what to think when he received the text. He wasn’t really apart of the high-school party crowd, but this wasn’t even a high school party, it was a college party. And Jinx wanted him to be there…
It really didn’t take much convincing. He had texted back almost immediately, and she had sent him a smiley face and the time she’d pick him up the next day.
Now, he’s getting ready, looking himself over in the mirror, trying to figure out what he’s supposed to wear to a party.
His phone buzzes on his desk, and he walks away from the desk to check it.
Jinx: I’m hereeeeee
Jinx: come outside !!
With one last quick glance in the mirror, Ekko left his house with a quick goodbye to Benzo over his shoulder. He hadn’t told Benzo exactly where he was going, not because he thought he wouldn’t be allowed, but because he would not enjoy the teasing about the girl he was going out with.
Not that this was a date or anything. This was a friendly hang out. As acquaintances.
Jinx’s car was pulled over on the road, and he could already hear the bass bumping all the way up the driveway. He knew Jinx was fond of music, especially loud music, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise.
He opens the passenger side door, pulling himself into the car and smiling at her.
“Hel-lo, Ekko!” She says over the song playing on the car speakers, a song about ‘bombs and bullets’ and getting jinxed. “You excited?”
“Yeah it, uh, sounds cool.” He hates how stupid he sounds, especially with having to raise his voice after the music Jinx seems insistent to let play, despite it interrupting their conversation.
“Sorry I was late, had to sneak out!” She yells over the song.
Ekko had been so preoccupied with checking his appearance, he hadn’t even noticed.
She starts driving, and the road is mostly empty except for them. Thankfully, Jinx turns the music down once that song ends, and Ekko is actually able to hear his thoughts again.
His relief is quickly ended when Jinx suddenly hits the gas and starts driving like she’s going to the damn hospital. She veers around every corner like she’s in a race car and he’s pretty sure she sped up when going over a speed bump.
“Are we in a rush?” He laughs nervously. “Why are we going so fast?”
“What do ya mean, boy saviour?” Jinx’s face clearly shows she takes pleasure in his new nickname and his discomfort. “We’re barely even going that fast. If there wasn’t so many damn cops out tonight, I’d show you some real speed.” She giggles.
Ekko should have known that this girl would drive as crazy as she is. He doubts his seatbelt would protect him from a crash with her driving, and he’ll be lucky if he even survives this car ride.
“I’m pretty sure you’re over the speed limit.” He reminds her.
She glances at him like he’s the insane one. “You check that shit?”
Ekko fights to keep his jaw from dropping. She thought it was weird to check the speed limit?
He had no idea how this girl had survived for so long.
Before he could remind her to be more careful on the road or inquire on how she even got a license, they arrived. The house house was a McMansion, a basic, whit hulking with bass louder than the one in the car had been.
“Let’s go!” Jinx turned off the car and hopped out, gesturing him to follow as she ran up the steps.
Ekko followed behind, putting his hands in his pockets and trying not to stand too awkwardly.
The door swung inwards, revealing a very drunk boy, despite it only being around 8:40. He was staring off into space instead of really looking at them, and he simply laughed dreamily when Jinx pushed past him and opened the door wider for Ekko.
Being very drunk seemed a common theme here. Everyone in the room was either completely wasted or on their way there, and Jinx seems excited to see it. His face heats up when she grabs his wrist and starts pulling him towards the kitchen.
“Do you want a drink?” She claps her hands together, looking at the bottles of liquor lining the counters, overwhelmed by the choices.
In truth, Ekko had only drunk once, and he had barely even drank anything. After that, he decided it wasn’t for him. He didn’t like the way it muddled his brain and dulled his memory. He understood that some people might drink it to forget stuff, but if anything, it just made him feel worse.
“Who’s going to drive?” He asked her.
Jinx looked thoughtful for a moment, like she hadn’t considered that before. “I will! I won’t drink that much.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Ekko said, a touch too fast.
If Sober Jinx was a scary driver, Tipsy Jinx driving was nightmare fuel. No way in hell was that happening.
“Trust me!” Jinx drawled, grabbing a red cup from the stack and filling it with a few juices and some random liquor from a bottle. Even that much was enough to concern him on how impaired her already perilous driving skills would become.
He sighed, grabbing a cup of his own and filling it with some liquids. He barely put any liquor, just enough for her to not call him a wimp.
The music was blasting behind them; house music that didn’t have a steady beat or a rhythm, just noise for people to move to. Out in the living room, people were dancing and jumping all around each other, surely spilling their drinks on other people in the crowd.
“Come on!” Jinx grabbed him with her free hand. “I need to find someone.”
Ekko felt his stomach drop. Find who? A boyfriend? A girlfriend?
He needed to stop. It’s not like he had thought this was a date anyway. Not technically.
They walked past two guys sitting close to each other on a couch, one who looked like a common high school fuckboy and the other who was a skinny dude with a cane and an accent. Ekko looked away, thinking he was interrupting some private moment by the way they were basically eyefucking.
Ekko hid his sigh of relief when he saw who it was that Jinx had to meet. An older girl with pink hair whose facial structure was practically the same as hers. This must be Jinx’s sister.
“Vi!” She said. “We made it!” He could the liquid in her cup sloshing around as she took another long drink.
“Is this your friend?” Vi was leaning against a wall, a canned drink in hand, looking at him up and down.
She must think he’s her boyfriend.
“Yeah! This is Ekko, he’s new to Zaun High, so I’m showing him around a bit, y’know?” Jinx put a light arm on his shoulder and Ekko prayed that the butterflies he felt in his stomach weren’t written all over his face.
Jinx practically chugs her drink and barely even makes a face when she finishes off the surely burning liquor. “Hold on, I’m going to get a little more to drink.” She slips past dancing bodies towards the kitchen, leaving Ekko completely alone with her sister.
“So, Ekko,” Vi is clearly not entirely sober. “How’s it going with my sister?”
Ekko clears his throat, his face burning even more. “We, uh- Well, good, but we’re just friends. I think you might have the wrong idea.”
She raises an eyebrow and he takes a nervous sip of his barely alcoholic drink.
“Not, it’s really not like that.” He sounds like he somehow managed to get drunk off the little amount of alcohol in his cup. “Honestly.”
Vi leans closer, intimidatingly. “Listen, buddy, I don’t really care about the technical status of your little fling. I don’t care if you’re officially dating or not. If you hurt her, I swear to-“
“I’m ba-ack!” Jinx sing songs, walking towards them with a demeanour that suggests she’s already become tipsy. “What are-“ She cuts off, and Ekko watches as her eyes widen, turning from an expression of surprise to one of rage.
“What the fuck, Vi? Again?” She bursts out, looking at her sister.
Vi looks up and almost drops her cup. “No, it’s-“
The person that made Jinx so emotional approaches the pink haired girl Jinx is now glaring at. “Vi, I’m sorry, you forgot your phone back at the apartment and I-“ She gasps quietly, looking in the direction of the pissed off blue haired girl. “Oh. Shit.”
He can hear Jinx breathing heavily, and he sees her fingers gripping her cup so hard that they’re turning white.
Ekko starts to get the distinct feeling that he should not be here.
The next thing he knows, Jinx is lunging at the girl and Vi is pulling her away. There’s yelling and pushing and Ekko watches silently, not entirely sure what to do. The music is still so loud that the other people at the party barely even notice.
“Jinx!” Vi lets her go once she’s finally calmed down enough to not physically attack. “What the fuck was that?” All three of the women are breathing heavily.
“You brought Caitlyn here! What the fuck, Vi, again?” Jinx glares at her.
“I didn’t! I swear!”
“I was just trying to bring her phone, I didn’t know-“ Caitlyn says meekly, gazing between the pink and blue haired girl.
“Shut up,” Jinx growls, her eyes never straying away from her sister. “I should have known. You’re always going to choose her over me. Always.”
“No!” Vi shakes her head, looking at her sister with glassy eyes. “That’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair is that my sister is a liar! A liar who left me!” Jinx yells, still drowned out by the house music.
Vi’s face hardens. “You’re not acting like my sister right now. I miss Powder, Jinx. What happened to her?”
Ekko thinks Jinx might kill her in that moment.
“She’s dead! You killed her!” Jinx backs up, no longer breathing heavy from adrenaline, but instead breathing heavy from her emotions. “Powder’s gone. And you’re right, Vi…Jinx and Vi aren’t sisters.”
Vi’s face falls, and he can see the regret swirling in her eyes, can practically hear her apologies, but Jinx is already done with her.
She starts to walk away, pushing through tipsy dancers, then stops and considers. She turns and grabs Ekko’s arm before pulling them together through the halls of the bustling McMansion. She takes him out on a balcony.
They’ve been sitting in silence for a few minutes, Ekko picking at his hands, when she finally speaks.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.”
He looks up quickly, looking at her just in the corner of his eye. “It’s fine.”
“Do you hate me now?” She looks out at the fading night sky. “Do you think I’m a crazy bitch?”
He crossed his arms over his knees, looking at her fully this time. “No, no, I….I understand. I mean, not fully, obviously, but I think I get it.”
She snorts. “So you don’t think I’m insane?”
“I didn’t say that,” He smiles faintly.
She giggles in a way that reminds him of her tipsiness, of the cup she’s still nursing. Nevertheless, it sounds beautiful.
She is beautiful.
God, he barely drank anything and his thoughts were already turning to things he definitely shouldn’t be thinking.
“You know,” Jinx leans her head back on the balcony railing. “You’re pretty cool, Ekko. Especially for a new kid.”
“You’re pretty cool too, Jinx. Especially for a crazy girl.” He responds in turn.
“Aw, come on. My craziness is part of my charm.” She winks, and Ekko thinks that he could spend hours thinking about that sparkle in her eye.
“Yeah,” He says, so quietly he’s not even sure she hears him. “It is.”
He tilts his head farther, to get a better look at her, and he sees her doing the same thing. They laugh in unison.
Then they’re getting closer, and closer, and he swears he can feel the tiny amount of alcohol he drank racing through his bloodstream, infiltrating his brain. He’s drunk on just that look on her face alone, anyway.
He’s so close that he can smell the sweet alcohol on her breath, can count the hardly visible freckles across her nose and cheeks, can see the flecks in her eyes.
Then he’s so close that their lips are touching.
She kisses him in the way you would expect a girl like her to kiss; fast, without hesitation, fearlessly, crazily, and all consumingly. He hopes the way he kisses her back is sufficient.
The kiss deepens, and he forgets about everything around him. The thump of the house music fades into the sound of his heartbeat, the feel of the railing against his back unimportant compared to the feel of her lips on his.
He doesn’t care if she’s crazy or insane or hates her sister. He doesn’t care about any of it when she kisses him like this.
This girl he barely knew yet felt like he understood so well, this girl he felt like understood him.
Jinx was a good kisser. When they finally broke apart to breathe, that was the only thing he could think. And then he thought about how badly he wanted to do that again.
Ekko ended up being the one having to drive them home that night, though one might say he was as drunk on Jinx’s lips as she was on alcohol. When they said their goodbyes, she kissed him again on his cheek, and he knew then he was a goner.
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