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coolcattime · 1 year ago

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Home and Free: Chapter Seven - Jordan

Characters: Captain Capsize, Sonja Firefox, Skipper Redbeard, Jordan Captainsparklez, Tucker Jericho, Tom Syndicate, Martha the Mystic, Mot Screziato, Alyssa Countybat, Waglington, Farmer Steve, Prince Andor, Jeriah, Lady Ianite (mentioned)

Relationship: Captain Capsize/Sonja Firefox, Captain Capsize/Jordan Captainsparklez (onesided)

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Jordan was not sulking. If there was one thing that he was certainly not doing it was sulking, because there was nothing to be sulking about. Sure, he was utterly humiliated by the woman he was meant to be marrying, and he didn’t want to see anyone because he was definitely going to be laughed at, but he was totally fine. He fired another arrow towards a target, hitting the bullseye as everyone before it had. At least one thing today was still working as it was meant to.

For once he was quite thankful for the fact that the training area was so private, as he didn’t want to see anyone right now, despite his normal desire for an audience. Even just the one pair of eyes on him right now was annoying him to no end.

“I’m not going anywhere, she humiliated me!” He said, not turning to look at Tucker who he knew was here trying to get him to leave the privacy of the training yard. Despite how he definitely wasn’t hiding or sulking, he still couldn’t believe it. She had rejected him. She rejected him! Threw him into the mud like he was some kind of animal. All that effort and she didn’t say yes. Who did she think she was embarrassing him like that? “I’m a disgrace, Tucker, mocked by the whole town!”

“Oh, come on, no one in this town would ever mock you,” Tucker said with absolutely no doubt in his mind that his words were true. While he wasn’t sure if Jordan was sullen, angry, or just embarrassed, he knew there was little reason for him to be. Sure, the proposal hadn’t gone great, but not a single person in this town was going to mock him for it. If anyone had anything to say about it, it was that Capsize was insane for rejecting him, and Capsize being strange wasn’t exactly a new conversation. Unfortunately, his attempts to persuade Jordan of this fact weren’t going anywhere. “You’re still the town’s hero, you just need to relax, have a few drinks, and remember that.”

“How will drinks help? I’ll still be the town’s laughingstock!” He said, notching another arrow and firing, the thump as it entered the target punctuating his annoyed tone. He’d been publicly rejected by the woman he was so clearly meant to be with, her stubbornness apparently knowing no bounds. How was he meant to show his face when he had failed to get the one girl he was interested in? He didn’t even understand where he was meant to go from here. He couldn’t back down, he said he was going to marry Capsize and he was, it was his destiny. He needed to continue his pursuits, making sure she does what Lady Ianite clearly wants just as much as himself, but he couldn’t let himself go through such an embarrassment again. “And what if we run into her? I don’t want to see her without a plan.”

“We won’t, she went on a walk out of town,” Tucker assured, deciding not to mention that running into her after such an event would’ve been incredibly unlikely anyway. She was hard to find at the best of times, which he was wondering now if that was an intentional avoidance as opposed to her simply being busy, there was little chance she’d be at any of the places he and Jordan frequent after today. He’d know that even if he hadn’t literally seen her walking out of town. Hearing his words did catch Jordan’s attention a little. If she was gone, he could easily spin the situation before she returned, making it far less embarrassing for him. That way no one would question his continued pursuit of her, see it as just a little bump in the road. Yes, this was the best news he could’ve gotten. He smiled, and Tucker did too, too happy at his friend showing any positive emotion to see the hints of malice in the expression. “I doubt she’ll go anywhere but home when she does head back to town. I mean, is there really any chance of her turning up at the tavern?”

“No, not with Redbeard out of town,” Jordan laughed, remembering the number of times the man had been dragged out while far too drunk by his sister. Even in those moments she still looked composed and beautiful, even when having to deal with that idiot. How the two siblings could be so close but so completely different was beyond him. It didn’t really matter anyway, he’d never have to worry about Redbeard again once he married Capsize, the man could very well act however he wanted. The fact that neither sibling would show up to remind him of the day’s failure got his mind settled. He could use some alcohol right now, not that he had sorrows to drown, it would just be easier to come up with what to do next when he felt more relaxed. He turned on his heel, with far too wide a smile for a supposedly heartbroken man. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

“Great!” Tucker said, happy enough that Jordan seemed to want to act more like himself that he didn’t say that, obviously, he had been waiting for him. On a better day he might point out such a thing to mildly poke fun at him, but not when he’d already had a rough day. Jordan barely waited for him, immediately striding for the exit, keeping his bow in hand and his quiver strapped to his back. If he was leaving, he wanted to do so quickly, before anyone could get the idea that he was hiding.

“Hurry up!” He called over his shoulder as he hopped the fence, right back to confidence and impatience. Tucker was barely a few steps behind, not that you’d be able to tell from the yelling. Jordan rolled his eyes as he jumped the fence a little more clumsily than he had.

The walk to the tavern was brisk, Jordan walking faster than he normally would. He wasn’t desperate to get there, but he was annoyingly cold. For once he wasn’t wearing his coat, as it was still covered in mud from Capsize shoving him into it. It better not be completely ruined, else he… well, she’d learn pretty quickly he was not the type of man you wanted to anger. Of course, he couldn’t do anything too rash, that’d ruin his chances of marriage, but he was sure there would be some way to teach her that. But, right now, he had other things to worry about.

“I swear to the gods, if anyone in there makes so much as a joke,” Jordan said with annoyance lacing his words. He didn’t want to hear anything of the sort, no matter how well natured they might claim to be. Frankly nothing about his crumbling future was funny. Tucker held back a laugh, knowing that would not be received well currently, but, well, sometimes it felt like he just didn’t know his own status in the town.

“No one’s going to make jokes, you’re like the main character of their lives,” He said, only half joking. Jordan grinned. That was the sort of thing he liked to hear. Obviously, he knew it was likely a bit of an exaggeration, but it still gave him enough of an ego boost for him to confidently throw open the doors of the tavern and stride inside.

Immediately there were eyes on him, something he was very used to and typically enjoyed. And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t enjoying it right now, but he was slightly on edge attempting to find any sign of laughter aimed towards him. He was ready to latch onto whoever tried and give them a lesson they wouldn’t forget, but it never came. That surprised him, had this happened to someone else, no one would’ve laughed harder than him. But not a single person made any noise even resembling laughter or a joke. Jordan smiled, maybe Tucker had a point.

“Next round is on me!” He shouted, met with cheers from the room. He had never felt so happy to hear that sound. How was his life this good? He obviously knew he was well-liked in the town, only a complete idiot would miss that, but he never really thought about how much that affected his life until this moment. Anyone else in town would have been left a laughingstock who had to hide themself in shame if they’d had someone react to a proposal like that, but not him. Gods, his life was great.

“See, I told you. They love you,” Tucker said, throwing an arm over his shoulder. If his words weren’t enough to let that sink in, his surroundings certainly were. There was an area set up by the fireplace for his exclusive use. Well, his and Tucker’s exclusive use as champions of the gods, but that was still a pretty exclusive club. Despite how in a time of relative peace and the gods barely being around the champions weren’t exactly doing great deeds of legends, he knew that he deserved his title. Clearly everyone else did too. And the area set up for them was nice, with three large armchairs and a low table, furniture that was arguably nicer than any of the other furniture in the place. Various hunting trophies of his decorated the place, which always gave Jordan a nice little ego boost to see.

“I suppose you can be right sometimes,” He said, his tone jovial enough, as the two sat down opposite each other. Drinks were hurried over to them, the staff not needing to take an order as they saw the two enough to know what they’d want and to know to make the drinks stronger considering the day Jordan had had. And Jordan began drinking almost immediately.

He was not drowning his sorrows. He didn’t have sorrows to drown as the whole thing was a fluke. It wasn’t as if Capsize wasn’t going to marry him, she just… didn’t want to. Admittedly that was a bit of a problem, but not nearly as big of one as the ego bruising that would happen if he needed to ask her again. He needed another way forward, for her to come around without being prompted a second time, but he had no idea how he would accomplish that. His frustration shone through as his grip on his glass was too tight, his brow furrowed.

“You know, I don’t think there’s a single guy in this town who wouldn’t want your life. Even today,” Tucker said, nursing his own drink. He genuinely meant that as, despite how they were both champions, there was something about Jordan that just drew people in. Everyone loved him, those who didn’t want to be with him instead wanted to be him. Even Tucker would admit, though not out loud and certainly not while still sober, that he himself could be jealous of all the attention the other man got. Of course, he’d never actually bring that up, it was an awful thing to think about a friend, especially when his life wasn’t bad. Just, gods, did Jordan’s seem great.

“Don’t exaggerate, no one would want to be me,” Jordan said, his tone not making it obvious that he was fishing for a compliment. It was a little subconscious as he was in a bad mood and getting an ego boost always cheered him up, but it was still fishing all the same. But seriously, who would want to be him right now? The only two Ianitees he had ever met, people sent here by the personal request of his Lady, and he’d utterly failed to win over the one that actually mattered. Sure, Redbeard liked him, but he was just a tag along and frankly there was no way that man had his Lady’s favour. It was Capsize alone that mattered. She was the one that was actually sent here, the one that his Lady so clearly wanted to meet him, but she was so needlessly stubborn about him trying to be with her. The whole situation was unbearable, he couldn’t understand how anyone could want to experience his life at this current moment. He downed the other half of his drink.

“Why wouldn’t someone? You’re the town’s hero!” Tucker raised his voice as he spoke, something noticed by Jordan, though he didn’t realise it was intentional. He wanted to get others to join in, to get him as distracted as possible from his problems by reminding him how great everyone thought he was. And he did successfully catch the attention of a few people.

“I’ve never seen a better shot than you with a bow! Think I could’ve trained my whole life and not be as good as you!” One man chimed in, lending on the back of the spare chair with his free drink in hand. He didn’t need to be bribed to compliment the town’s hero, but it certainly helped.

“Yeah, you must be the best hunter in this town’s history!” Another said, joined by a couple of cheers. Truly Jordan was a boon to the town. Obviously, he knew he was, but it never hurt to be reminded so he didn’t object.

“You’re the most handsome guy in town! I’d give anything for even a quarter of your looks.”

Similar statements were yelled through the tavern, anyone who could be heard was giving compliments to the man. The cheers and compliments filled the air of the tavern, all bringing a smile to Jordan’s face. Yes, while he may have had a bad day, he still had all his supporters. He could forget about his troubles for the night. And when he did need to figure out how to actually… persuade Capsize over to making the correct decision, well clearly, he’d have more than enough help to do so. After all, what was better to get someone listening to reason than a crowd?

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Hours passed, the sun having set hours before, and the world had dipped well and truly into darkness. The tavern, however, was still lit up, full of life and cheer. Drinks were being downed far too rapidly, to the point that most of the crowd in there were drunk enough to have not noticed Jordan had stopped buying for anyone but himself a good while ago. Of course, he’d paid for a few rounds, as a little thanks for reminding him that he should be his confident self. However, the activities had long since devolved just into general drunken rowdiness. Not exactly an unusual state for the patrons of a tavern to be in, but not something he felt the need to fuel when they weren’t actively boosting his self-esteem. Still, the atmosphere was fun and carefree, something that seemed like it would be impossible to break until the doors were thrown open with a yell.

“Help! Oh gods, I need help!” The last person anyone was expecting to enter the tavern that night yelled desperately. Redbeard, who most certainly was not meant to be back in town for a number of weeks, half-stumbled into the building looking more a mess than anyone had ever seen him. He seemed to barely be managing to keep himself standing, his movement clumsy and frantic as he tried to get anyone to actually look at him. No one had any idea why this could be, though they had a very strong guess. But even Jordan had to wonder how being drunk translated to yelling like a madman. “Please, someone needs to help. She’s been imprisoned!”

“Whose been imprisoned?” Tucker asked, the first to speak above the half-worried half-amused muttering and murmuring of most other people in the building. He felt as though he already knew the answer. There was only one ‘her’ that could make him act like this, but he didn’t want that to be true. Redbeard turned upon hearing his voice, realising that his friends were here. Surely they’d help, they had to help. Attempting to move over to them was harder than it should be, as those in the tavern decided it would be fun to grab him, which wasn’t helpfully to his general distress in the current situation. Some were just watching, but they didn’t make him feel any better as despite his clear distress and confusion, they found how he was acting more entertaining than concerning, quietly laughing as he stumbled.

Jordan watched, twirling an arrow between his fingers, with a dull smile on his face. She’d actually gone off and hid. There was not a single doubt in his mind that, despite how Redbeard was acting, Capsize was perfectly fine. That after embarrassing him she had gone off to catch up to her brother and switched with him so she could be out of town for a few weeks and not have to confront what she’d done. And, of course, Redbeard was now going to spin some ridiculous tale to explain his return and her absence. Yes, it was clear to him that was what had happened. The fact that, unless something had already gone extremely wrong, there was absolutely no chance Capsize could’ve caught up to Redbeard when he’d had a day’s head start didn’t occur to him. Not to mention the fact that if she was confident in her ability to make the journey, she most certainly would’ve already been on the trip. Neither of these facts were so much a thought in his mind as Redbeard stumbled his way over. Instead, his focus was on having fun watching whatever ridiculous nonsense the man was going to spew, on seeing how far he’d take his story.

“Capsize! She’s locked in a dungeon!” He said as he reached Tucker, voice shaking from trying to keep even a semblance of calm. He took a hold of the man’s shoulders, clinging to him as if he was his only lifeline. With such close contact, it was impossible to miss that he’d clearly been crying, that his clothes were dishevelled and damaged. Jordan rolled his eyes at seeing his friend seeming to actually buy this nonsense, but he supposed not everyone could have as good a mind for spotting lies as him. “It’s all my fault. She just wanted to help me and now—now she’s—”

“Red just calm down, you’re not making any sense,” Tucker’s words made Jordan snicker. The man wasn’t going to make sense, it was clearly purposeful, and his concern for him was laughably unnecessary, so why not laugh? Tucker looked at him with brief confusion, an emotion that would’ve been shared by Redbeard if the man had been less panicked, if he was processing how people were looking at him. Jordan gave his friend a knowing smile which only confused him more. Shouldn’t he be concerned about Capsize? She must be in terrible danger if Redbeard was acting like this. But such an idea was not in Jordan’s mind.

“Please, just listen. There’s a Beast, a towering, horrible Beast, and—”

“A beast?!” Jordan said, his mocking tone lost on the other man. He’d never heard a more ridiculous notion, of a beast with the ability to imprison someone. It was a nonsensical claim that made it clear the man must’ve downed at least a bottle before bursting in. At least if he’d said ‘dragged off’ that might have been realistic. The crowd, hearing Jordan’s tone, turned to watch, quieting down a little in anticipation of what was to come.

“Yes! A Beast in a castle in the woods!” Redbeard said, his attention turned fully to Jordan. He had no idea of the man’s true intentions, that he didn’t believe his words, much less take them seriously. After all, Jordan was his friend, at least as far as he was concerned. Not to mention the man had proclaimed his love for his sister. Surely, he must want to help her. Unfortunately, Jordan had already decided what he was doing and helping was the furthest thing from it. “You can help right? You said you could hunt any animal. I don’t think I’d call it an animal, but I—I don’t know who else is going to be able to help.”

“Well, it really depends. How big is this beast?” He said, still twirling the arrow as he took a step towards the panicked man. He felt like playing, seeing how much he would say before he broke. He knew he was making things up, but he wanted to know just how far he’d go. Would he just keep saying more and more insane things, or break and admit at some point that he was making things up because Capsize was hiding in embarrassment?

“Huge! Bigger than me! Bigger than a bear!” He couldn’t tell if he was exaggerating. He could only remember through the layers of fear that stretched the true terrifying appearance of the Beast into something even worse. He could easily picture it looming taller than it did in reality, the fact it now held Capsize at its mercy only adding to the terrifying visage his mind had created. He tried to ignore the only half-stifled laughter from the onlookers, and tried to reassure himself that it didn’t matter. Jordan was listening, that was all that should matter because what he did, the rest of the town followed.

“And did it have horrible claws?” He questioned, taking another step forward to the point that he was almost too close for comfort. Redbeard was starting to feel unsure of his tone, as it sounded almost joyful in a way that it certainly shouldn’t. But Jordan didn’t care if he was being obvious, he was having fun, people were laughing. Frankly the man was a joke, he couldn’t get upset if someone took advantage of that. Perhaps he should try to hide his smirk, as to be able to keep the joke going longer, but he was enjoying himself far too much for that.

“Yes, claws and fangs…” He felt a little more hesitant, not quite trusting the look on his friend’s face. He glanced briefly towards Tucker, but he didn’t have the same concern as he did before. Of course, he was still worried, but if Jordan thought this was a joke, surely it must be. Sure, the state Redbeard was in seemed beyond anything anyone would do for a joke, but everyone else seemed to think this was funny, so maybe it was? Jordan himself was far too entertained, but he was annoyed to see the wavering. The man hesitating meant goading him was going to get less fun and he wanted to hear more about this apparent beast. “Please… please help. I don’t know who else can and… I can’t save her myself.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can’t,” He said, his voice almost dark and certainly mocking. He knew what he was doing, trying to get him to give in and follow him. He was probably going to shove him into the mud like Capsize did. Well, he wasn’t about to be humiliated for the second time today. If he thought he could play this kind of joke, well he was going to show what he thought of that. Only one person here was going to be humiliated and it wasn’t going to be Jordan. He was going to show he was on top just as he always had been. “Don’t worry, Redbeard, I’ll help you out!”

“Thank you! I can—” Redbeard’s voice froze cold as Jordan took hold of his arm in a vice grip. He tried to pull away but found the hold far too tight as he was marched towards the door. And, for the first time through his panic, he fully realised that people were laughing, that despite his words being true not a single soul in the building believed him. No one was going to help, a stark and terrifying fact only made clearer by Jordan throwing open the tavern door and shoving him to the ground outside. As he looked up more confused than anything, Jordan looked down with a smirk.

“There, you’re out! I trust you aren’t too drunk to make your own way home.”

“Wait, please, I’m not making this up! A Beast has Capsize! She needs help!” He begged, and in response Jordan laughed. He laughed harder than anyone should at the statement that the apparent love of their life needed help. Because, gods, he was really committed to keeping his sister’s whereabouts completely hidden by such a ridiculous claim. It would be a great show of loyalty if he didn’t sound pathetically insane.

“Oh, I’m sure she does. And I’m sure that once the market is over, she’ll miraculously escape and return fine as ever,” He said, to make clear he saw through this. He didn’t wait for Redbeard’s response, turning back inside and letting the doors slam. Though he didn’t actually do anything to stop him from returning inside, the resounding laughter from inside kept him out as well as any lock. No one believed him, not even the people he thought he could trust, or at the very least he thought would want to help Capsize. He felt lost, completely and utterly unsure of how to proceed if no one was going to help him. Completely drained of emotion and strength, he stumbled to his feet then towards home having no idea what he was supposed to do now.

Inside, Jordan finally feeling like himself again, returned to his chair. Another drink was handed to him as he sat down, a smile on his face. He looked to Tucker, expecting to see his friend in the same high spirits as everyone else, but instead found him frowning. Was he seriously still concerned after hearing that ridiculous story?

“Don’t look at me like that. You really believe that nonsense? If there was a castle and a beast of that sort in the woods, we’d know about it,” He said with disdain that he had to say the words at all. Sure, it was fun to listen to the man drunkenly spin tales, but there was no point in putting any thought into the reality of them.

“I know, I know, just… What if it’s a test? You know, you go out on a wild goose chase to prove you truly care about Capsize?” He was unsure, more just trying to justify the fact that he was concerned, that he wanted to go and see where Redbeard thought Capsize was. However, Jordan scoffed. As if he needed to prove his love for Capsize. Their connection was as clear as it was destined to happen. And even if she somehow didn’t know, well, he wasn’t going to do some test to prove it when she was the one constantly being stubborn about the two of them.

“No, she’s just gone to the market to hide from the embarrassing situation she created and got Redbeard to cover for her. Then that idiot came up with the idea of a beast because no one will go and check that. You’ll see, he’d probably tell us himself tomorrow,” He said, sure that the man would give up out of embarrassment in the morning. Frankly he knew Capsize loved to disappear and avoid him whenever things weren’t going her way, this was just the latest example of that. She’d be back soon enough, and this whole story would be forgotten as another ridiculous thing Redbeard had said. Which was a shame, if this beast wasn’t a fabrication from a drunken half-wit, he’d have no end of enjoyment in hunting it down.

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bunnakit · 1 year ago

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People I Wanna Know Better

tagged by @bilvyy my beloved 💛

Last song? หัวใจเจ้าเอย by Alyn Wee because I was daydreaming about Papang maybe someday doing a cover of that song and how my crops would be watered and my skin clear

Favourite colour? pastel pink, almost like off white~ but really all pastels!

Currently watching? i'm on episode 4 of Moonlight Chicken, i paused La Pluie ages ago and need to get back on that, watching Our Flag Means Death 2 with the girlies (gn) every week

Last movie? oh shit uuuhhh i don't really watch movies much. i honestly could not tell you? i think i rewatched Promare recently

Sweet/spicy/savoury? SPICY SPICY SPICY SPICY but like, i cannot stand when stuff is JUST spicy from like, capsaicin extract. i need genuine pepper flavor

Relationship status? married to my best friend and my biggest supporter. our four??? year wedding anniversary is this year. (we've been together 8 years now)

Current obsessions? Papang Phromphiraya, basically all Thai and otherwise BLs, learning Thai, Baldur's Gate 3

Last thing you googled? capsaicin because i wanted to be sure how to spell it bc Firefox said i was spelling that wrong (before that it was Knight Captain Rylen from Dragon Age)

friends i wanna get to know better (BUT ONLY IF YOU FEEL LIKE DOING IT) @porschesbabydaddy @kinnbig @aikinn @el-tur-el

#personal #tag game #jumpscare its my face #sorry

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leontheneedledriolu · 2 years ago

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I honestly wouldn't know if anyone would ever use this, but I keep finding people from discord on this site, so I guess it's worth a shot.

You can now Ask about my OCs! Cause I have plenty of them. And I think they're cool.

Current OC List (oh god this is large):

Leon the Needled Riolu; A 2' male riolu with a needle that used to be a human. Wishes he wasn't, but nothing he can do about it now. Is often introspective and probably has a caffeine addiction. The Leader of Team PRS.

Niko the Sun Guardian Braxien: A 4' female braxien with a glass sphere of light, which is apparently the sun of another solar system. Born into the SOW cult (Save Our World), Niko carries and protects this sun with her life. She is very kind and caring of others, and is an excellent baker! The Support of Team PRS.

Gunslock the Gunslinger Bloodmage Sneasel: A 6' Trans Male Sneasel with a holster for their gun, a scar on their chest, a neat cape and a sheriff hat. Also has a scalpel to use their blood magic with, since that magic requires an open wound. Apathy hit this guy hard, he either feels no emotion or just rage.The Tank/DPS of Team PRS.

Masky the Masked Omnipowerful Zoroark: A 5' male Zoroark with a wooden plague doctor mask, and a staff with a sapphire gem at the tip. Possesses godlike magic, yet is so lazy to really ever bother with it. He could be doing so much but doesn't wanna. That being said, his alchemy prowess is unmatched- He's an assistant to Team PRS in that manner.

Sapphire the Moodgem Sableye: A 3'4" Sableye with a cracked gem eye that shows her mood! Has a deep passion for mining and eating gems. Kinda screwed up a building plan for a group of Sableyes and fled after some mistakes. Tagged along with Team PRS' many assistants!

Wuxy the Robotic Gallade: A 5'4" Gallade that looks completely life-like, if not for the plate of metal on their chest which protects their inner gearwork. Fled his creator after discovering their evil intentions. Helps out Team PRS!

Foxen the Armless Firefox: A 3'7" male fox with armless, floating hands and a tail which at the tip is flaming. My first OC, nearly 10ish years old in my mind. Fairly playful, has a job within alchemical practices. He doesn't have a soul of his own, that void is filled with Nightmare. Rarely uses it, but besides fire magic, can shift his size at will.

Nightmare the Demonic Spirit of Fear: A 6' male demon from hell, in the form of a ghostly spirit for the overworld. Has a fear aura which can be toggled. Pacted himself with Foxen because he was bored and could use something to lighten up his life. Is a pure glass cannon- But can respawn within Foxen if he ever died. Has many connections in hell.

Kathina the Mute Watercat: A 5'6" female cat with water powers- But is mute from an incident from a decade ago. Good with knives and never minds a brawl. Finds some peace in the ocean. Is married to Wolven, that lovable fluffball him.

Wolven the Army Superwolf: A 6' wolf with super strength! Unfortunately, he was way too caring to be of any use to the army- Even when his super strength developed. After he was discharged from the army, they ran into Kathina, and the two hit it off. After a year in dating, they got married.

Wasp the Genetic Scientist... Wasp: A 5'6" male wasp that's a genetic scientist. He's on his way towards immortality- Sucks that he's using live subjects to discover it. Due to legality people have to sign a lot of papers to be used at his lab, but if you're looking to die it's a good option. Pays well too, cause it's basically a death sentence. Rarely cares about morals, if he ever did.

M0th the Cyborg Moth: A 5'2" female moth with cybernetic parts. She is able to project a screen from her eyes, mostly just to show what she's working on. Has no free will- Sold herself to Wasp in order to save her family, who was in dire straits. Shame that M0th lost those memories...

Implication the Immortal Genetic Disaster: A 6'3" moth, who has one side of themselves constantly dripping acid, and an arm that's forever a blade. Was made this way because of a sheer refusal to die and being the subject of one of Wasp's experiments. Can never die, but sustaining enough damage turns them into an acidic puddle.

Those are the main folk I have. Oh boy this is a lot. I do have art of these guys- So ya'll can just ask if you wanna see what they look like!

#my ocs #ask away!#pokemon #oc #idk what to tag this as #will go into greater detail #text post #man I have a lot of OCs

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lousymousy · 1 year ago

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if i could marry firefox I would

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blue-eyed-beastie · 20 hours ago

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Oh my goodness! This is it!! Thank you for this!

I was able to find the original novel through Project Gutenberg. It's free to read on any web browser! Helpful hint: If you use Firefox, it gives you the option to translate it automatically (but with varied and sometimes hilarious results).

Anyway, as far as I can tell, the story is told through a series of letters. The excerpt from Belle's book is from a letter written by one Annette Bourdon to her friend Adelaide Fairlie, dated 19 September at Les Frênes (in case you want to look up the exact chapter, since they aren't numbered).

I won't include the entire translation, because it is quite long, but it's worth the read. By the way, I'm not at all disappointed that my earlier guesses about the context were wrong. I'm just thrilled that someone else knew what the excerpt was from so that I could read it in its entirety!

For those who don't have the time to read it right now, the summary of it is that Annette is discussing her engagement to Paul, and what has happened since, and how she feels about it. She also wonders what comes after marriage (and yes, she means the bedroom!):

There must be novels that talk about these situations, novels that I'm forbidden to read. As soon as I'm married, I'll read everything that's been forbidden to me; so I will be informed and I will know what I must do, in case of necessity. I am determined to be very good to my husband, but I would not want to cause anyone unnecessary pain. If someone courts me, I will be happy. I like to be looked at, and to be talked to. All alone, I get bored and sometimes I have done extravagances to attract attention. I told you about the one in the river, but it was my sister who had the idea. No matter, I see that the idea was not bad, because it is since that moment that Paul began to look at me with completely new eyes. As for me, if I saw a naked man swimming on the surface of the water, it would frighten me and I would start running. Men are braver; they are not even afraid at all. They both seemed ecstatic, and I almost laughed, which would have made me drink water and drown. What a pity, but what an opportunity for Paul to fish me out and hold me in his arms, like a languid siren!

Ah, the languid siren that was mentioned at the beginning of the excerpt! One translation suggested "mermaid", which I actually prefer in this context, since sirens tend to want to drown their victims. Mermaids, not so much! (See: The Little Mermaid, as a case in point.)

Now, I won't quote the entire excerpt again, but I did want to know what the very last fragmented sentence turned out to be, so I will include it below in its full context, plus a little more:

Paul is more handsome than I have ever seen him before. He is pale with large eyes full of fever and love. I find him sublime when he kneels down beside me to look at me as if in prayer. I want to pray to him too, sometimes, and to lay my cheek on his knees, but when I have that desire, I get angry with myself and I sulk at Paul. It is very difficult to keep a man within the bounds of respect. He addressed me informally once; I did not like that. No one has ever addressed me as "tu" [you] except women. In the mouth of a man, this familiarity seemed unbearable to me. Nothing vulgar pleases me. A woman must be a queen to be completely a woman. This is the attitude I want to take from now on; even when I play hide-and-seek, people feel that I am a princess and they do not pull me carelessly by my crumpled dress. I turned eighteen the day before yesterday. At that age, one has a scepter or a fairy wand. When I laugh, there are eyes that are worried; and when I smile, people look at me to share in my smile.

The last of Annette's letter sees her looking forward to marriage, but wishing this feeling would last. She ends with this last romantic thought:

I feel that I am embarking on a long pleasure voyage. Everything laughs. Autumn itself is spring-like this year. There are languors of the month of May and freshness of new grass. One would say that it rains love every night…

While there are no sword fights or magic spells in this one, there seems to be plenty of romance, and that's all right with me. ❤️

A Closer Look at Belle's Book: Part II

In Part I, I went into some detail about the illustration inside Belle's book, but now I want to turn the page, so to speak.

Thanks to the magic of 4K, I was able to zoom in on some details in Beauty and the Beast that I had never noticed before, and this time I wanted to see what story Belle was reading. I've seen theories that it was either foreshadowing Aladdin or referencing Sleeping Beauty, and I myself noticed that it bears some artistic resemblance to Snow White... but it turns out that it has nothing to do with Disney, or its fairy tales.

It's something else entirely, and it's in French!

After zooming in and studying each frame, I managed to make out the following text:

une languissante sirene! Enfin, il sera bientôt heureux, si c'est là ce qui doit causer son bonheur. Je sais que je suis agréable à regarder, puisque j'y ai du plaisir moi-même, et de ce plaisir je ne priverai pas mon mari, au contraire. Je ne sais si je l'aimerai, je l'espère; mais je veux qu'il m'aime lui, et je ferai pour lui plaire tout ce qui lui plaira. Ah! chère Adélaïde, je suis pleine de rêves absurdes et de pensées contradictoires! Je songe à des choses qui me semblent à la fois douces et vilaines, et j'ai des imaginations qui me font rougir en même temps que pleurer! Au moins, je ne m'ennuie pas. Je vis plus en une heure de ces journées que l'an passé je ne vécus en toute l'année. Chaque heure me renouvelle, me grandit et m'épanouit. Je me semble un rosier qui fleur rirait à vue d’œil, je suis fraîche et parfumée; je suis légère et forte: j'attends le bonheur. Paul est plus beau que je ne l'avais encore jamais tu. Il est pâle avec de grands yeux pleins de fièvre et d'amour. Je le trouve sublime quand il s'agenouille près de moi pour me regarder comme en prière. J'ai envie de le prière aussi, parfois, et de coucher ma joue sur ses genoux, mais quand j'ai cette envie-la, je me fâché contre moi-meme et je boude Paul.

Which, roughly translated into English, means:

a languid siren! Finally, he will soon be happy, if that is what will make him happy. I know that I am pleasant to look at, since I take pleasure in it myself, and of this pleasure I will not deprive my husband, on the contrary. I do not know if I will love him, I hope so; but I want him to love me, and I will do whatever he pleases to please him. Ah! dear Adelaide, I am full of absurd dreams and contradictory thoughts! I think of things that seem to me both sweet and ugly, and I have fantasies that make me blush and cry at the same time! At least, I am not bored. I live more in one hour of these days than I lived in the whole year last year. Each hour renews me, makes me grow and blossom. I seem to myself a rosebush that blooms laughing before my eyes, I am fresh and fragrant; I am light and strong: I await happiness. Paul is more handsome than I have ever seen him before. He is pale with big eyes full of fever and love. I find him sublime when he kneels down next to me to look at me as if in prayer. I want to pray to him too, sometimes, and to lay my cheek on his knees, but when I have this desire, I get angry with myself and I sulk at Paul.

By the way, there is one more sentence (maybe even two) at the bottom of the page that is partially obscured by Belle's shoulder and right hand. It may or may not be important to the rest of the excerpt, but for completion's sake, I'll share it here:

Il est ... maintenir un homme dans les ...

Which translates to:

He is ... to keep a man in the ...

Intriguing, isn't it? What was she trying to say?

Overall, the author appears to be an unwed woman dreaming of her future marriage to a man named Paul. Her confidante is someone named Adelaide, but I suspect she is actually writing to herself. Regardless, she is either betrothed to Paul or she longs to be, since she calls him her husband. Perhaps it is an arranged marriage? She goes on to dwell upon his handsomeness, and how she longs to be close to him, but then she gets angry at herself for feeling this way. The last line of the passage is incomplete, but my best guess is that the author is saying that Paul is not to blame for her sulking, so it is not right to keep a man in the dark, i.e. ignorant. I could be wrong, though. In any case, she is conflicted about her feelings on the matter. You could even say that her feelings are "new, and a bit alarming".

I can see why the filmmakers chose this passage for Belle's book.

It may not be a fairy tale, but it certainly has elements from the film. There are references to beauty, roses, imagination, and eyes filled with love, and passion.

Belle:

"Oh, isn't this amazing? It's my favorite part because—you’ll see Here's where she meets Prince Charming But she won't discover that it's him 'til Chapter Three!"

Do the lyrics match the story hinted at on the page itself? No, but I really respect the filmmakers for going out of their way to include this kind of detail in the film. They could have taken the easy way out, by writing out something like "Once upon a time" to echo the opening narration, or used "Lorem ipsem" Latin filler, or even meaningless brush strokes just to fill the page... but they didn't. They chose something in French that Belle herself might have liked to read. And I think that's really cool.

#belle's book #the story within #remy de gourmont #le songe d'une femme #disney beauty and the beast

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Some thoughts on inconsistencies in Inkspell/Inkdeath

While reading Inkspell/Inkdeath I kind of got the impression that some parts of the plot didn‘t really follow the plot in Inkheart. That made me think that maybe Inkheart wasn‘t really meant to have a sequel in the first place. I personally think that the first book was written without the second and third one already planned. Here are some points that I find inconsistent:

- the whole plot around The Piper/Firefox: I think those two were only invented later (for Inkspell): Flatnose and Cockerell were obviously the first (and last) of Capricorn‘s henchmen read out of the book by Darius. As Capricorn didn‘t seem to know that Darius would mess things up, it is questionable why he didn‘t order the latter to read out some more „important“ people first? In Inkspell we learn that Firefox was Capricorn‘s second-in-command back in the Inkworld, and The Piper was his personal minstrel. Another possible explanation could be, that he wanted to try Darius‘ reading powers on some „less“ important people first. But I personally think that Cornelia Funke invented the two of them later, namely by the time she wrote Inkheart.

- Dustfinger being married: Learning that he was married in the second book, kind of came out of the blue in my opinion. As far as I remember, there wasn‘t even given a hint in Inkheart. Sure, Dustfinger is portrayed as a rather secretive person. But, given how much he had obviously been yearning for Roxane (according to Inkspell) when he was in „our“ world, there should have been at least some little hint at her and their daughters? At least he could have kept some little thing with him to remember her (like a lock of her hair or something, idk???) - I mean, obviously he went away for a while from time to time, so it would make sense for him to always keep some remembrance with him? But maybe he‘s just not the sentimental type…

- Basta‘s whole character development, tbh: In the first book he constantly provided some sort of comic relief. To me he was always the type of secondary villain that you can‘t really take seriously: his constant fears of almost everything, his super emotional relationship with Capricorn and especially the dungeon-scene at the end of Inkheart. At least in my opinion „real“ villains aren‘t meant to show any kind of emotion (like Capricorn, for example). So, in my mind, he was always the sort of clumsy evil-sidekick, but definitely not meant to become any „serious“ villain. So I was a bit puzzled when, at the beginning of Inkspell, basically all of the good guys seemed to be scared out of their wits by the mere thought of him – wtf??? Later in the books, that behaviour really seems justified: he‘s suddenly a whole lot scarier and does way more serious stuff (I won‘t go into detail there) than in Inkheart – honestly, after reading Inkheart, I couldn‘t have pictured him doing more than threatening and robbing people. So, at least to me, his „transformation“ in Inkspell seemed kinda inconsistent with the description of his character in Inkheart.

- Mo: Kind of the same goes for Mo‘s bookbinder-to-bluejay character arc. For me, again, that seemed out of the blue. I mean, he was described as a gentle, non-violent person in the first book (at least I got that impression). After he‘d read out Capricorn, Basta and Dustfinger he barely managed to use the sword, even to simply defend himself and his little daughter. Sure, one gets a lot of background information about his character development, and it all happens quite slowly and he does seem to have pricks of conscience, but still...He always seemed to have the same opinion on violence as Dustfinger. The latter never really changes his opinion. And honestly, I don‘t think one really can – I mean, self-defence is one thing, but what Mo does in the end (especially Inkdeath) can hardly be described as that. And I personally think that a person with an internalized pacifistic approach towards life, can‘t undergo a transformation like that – no matter the circumstances.

So...these are the most important points that I can think of at the moment. I‘d love to discuss that topic – always feel free to disagree with me!

#Inkheart #Inkspell #Inkdeath #Mo #Basta #Dustfinger #Piper #Firefox

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neworleansspecial · 3 years ago

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Summary: An instagram post Marjan makes is interpreted as a coming out post. This was not her intention.

WC: 1.6k | AO3

Warnings: Internalized Homophobia

This is quite possibly the worst outcome Marjan can think of. She posted the roller derby photos because her feed has been quite dead since the whole “cancelling of firefox” thing that happened. It’s something non-controversial, and she loves to show off her brilliant team mates in the way that she assumes most people feel about their friends. She wants the world to see these talented, confident, beautiful women the way she sees them. Marjan spent a few minutes meticulously tagging each member of the team in the photos she posted, lining up each black bar with the correct face. She figures it’s a good appreciation of these women.

What happens instead of her friends being showered in compliments is speculation Marjan could have never, ever predicted. She knows that many of her fans are gay, particularly gay young women. Young lesbians. It’s a fact that she keeps in the back of her mind for no reason at all other than to just know it. This majority, however, make themselves known in the aftermath of the photos being posted.

Marjan reads a comment that simply states, “ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!” followed by a bunch of heart emojis and wonders what it means. One of what? She scrolls through the thousands of comments on her post and tries to make sense of them when she realizes the error she’s made.

The team photo on the first slide was when they all went to pride together, since most of the members of the roller derby team are LGBT+ and wanted to go as a group. Marjan went as an ally, but failed to clarify this point when she posted it. The thought smacks her in the face.

People think this post was her coming out.

And it’s too late to take it back, but Marjan deletes the post the moment she connects the dots. Her first thought is for her family, who follow her on instagram. Her mother. Her siblings. They likely already saw. Marjan can just imagine the horror in her mother’s voice over the phone, asking Marjan if it’s true. One of her little sisters is still in high school, she could get bullied if anyone thinks that she might be related to a gay person. It’s going to be a disaster.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“Marjan?”

She looks up to see Mateo peeking into the bunk room. He looks concerned.

“Cap sent me to get you for dinner. Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing,” she lies, quickly putting her phone into her pocket. “Paul cooked, right? So it should be pretty good.”

Mateo easily moves on from his first question, chatting about the salad he helped make to go with dinner, and Marjan is able to just nod along to his words without really paying attention or responding. She’s in so much trouble. The last time she checked, there’s already a handful of articles about her photo. People know. It’s only a matter of time before everyone she’s ever met to know about the alleged coming out. Just thinking about it has Marjan’s eyes stinging with tears.

By the time she sits down in her seat at the table, she can feel all their eyes on her. Being calm and collected is kind of her thing, and she feels so unbearably seen right now, in ways she’s never wanted to be. They all wait for her to speak, but once they realize she’s not going to on her own, Paul reaches across the table to take one of her hands.

“Marjan, what’s wrong? We’re all here for you.”

She glances around at them. They could dismiss her in disgust easily. But she knows TK is gay, and everyone seems okay with it. At the very least, she knows TK won’t let them say anything too bad about the situation.

“I posted some roller derby photos, on instagram. Um, one of them was from pride.”

Mateo’s face lights up. “That was such a cool day! It was my first time going to pride, since I wasn’t, like, out before. I can see why you’d wanna post those photos.”

“People think it was a coming out post.” She glances around the table to see neutral faces. “They think I’m gay.”

At that, TK stabs his fork particularly hard into his dinner and shoots a look at her. “And what’s wrong with being gay, Marj?”

His words get Mateo’s attention, honing in on the hurt and the concept that Marjan could be something less than accepting. Mateo’s self-discovery of bisexuality is recent, recent enough that he’s still rather insecure in his open identity. She doesn’t want him to think she cares about this sort of thing, even if she kind of does. But only when it’s her. Other people can be gay, or bi, but she knows it’s not something that’s allowed to her. Her family would be devastated.

“Is there something wrong?” Mateo asks.

Marjan rushes to say no as Judd lowers his head and folds his hands like he’s praying.

“It’s not that, it’s just… I…”

“Are you?” Paul asks.

Everyone’s attention snaps to him, and then to Marjan. She can almost feel the blood drain from her face as they all turn with the same look on their face, the same question. It’s all a given what they’re asking. What they want to know. She can’t handle their rejection for this.

“Marjan,” he says gently, “it’s okay if you’re LGBT. You know that us, of all people, are going to love and support and defend you no matter what.”

Marjan stands up from the table, her chair scooting back loudly. “I need some air.”

She all but runs to the stairs, hopping down each step to get to the doors on the first floor to the cool outside air. It’s a relief against her suddenly flushed cheeks. She knows she can’t be gay. It’s not allowed. She had a fiancé for most of her life. It was always a given that she’d marry a man, one of her family’s choosing, without much of her say in the matter. Of course she could veto someone, or say they weren’t right for her, but the fact is that her husband was always going to be chosen for her. There’s been no room, no time, for her to consider any other romantic pursuits, especially with a woman.

For the very first time, Marjan allows herself to think about that. About women, and the possibility of being in a romantic relationship with a woman. In her mind’s eye, the woman is generic. Dark hair, big eyes, soft skin. There’s no face, just the imagined feeling of curves under her hands, perhaps the softness of a breast pressed to her palm. Thinking about this for the very first time as a possibility overwhelms her with its suddenness. She feels especially guilty when the imagined woman begins to take the shape of one of her friends. This isn’t right. This is perverse, an intrusion, worse than peeping.

She feels sick to her stomach as she sinks to sit against the wall. This isn’t okay. She should’ve never posted that picture, and then people wouldn’t be saying these things about her. If they never said those things, she wouldn’t be having the most upsetting realization of her life right now either.

Marjan isn’t sure how long she’s sitting out on the asphalt before Paul comes out and joins her, taking a seat at her side. His warm shoulder meets hers in a silent comfort for nearly five full minutes before he speaks.

“I was already an adult when I realized,” he says to her. “I didn’t ‘always know,’ at least not in my conscious mind. It wasn’t until I was already out in the world as a firefighter that I truly realized who I was, and that was really scary. I had a long road ahead of me, with a lot of self-discovery, and I had a lot of people to tell. I was terrified.”

“How did you know?” Marjan asks. “That you really are trans?”

Paul sighs. “I didn’t. I questioned it a lot when I was first beginning my transition. For some people, they just know, and they have for a long time, but I was both certain that I was a man and worried that I was doing it for attention. It was hard. I went to therapy for a long time, to understand myself and to help me do what was best for myself. I had a lot of internalized transphobia to work through. On top of that, I had thought I was a lesbian for a long time before I realized I wasn’t, so I kind of understand what you might be going through. Questioning your gender and your sexuality are really similar in a lot of ways, but incredibly different in others. Regardless of your journey, Marjan, whether you’re straight or not, it’s going to take a lot of reflection. All of us here at the 126 have your back. If you need to listen, or talk, or just be distracted, we’re all here for you. We love you, Marj. I love you. And if you need anything, I’m here.”

She leans into his side and he puts an arm around her for the closest approximation of a hug they can manage while sitting side-by-side on the ground. Marjan knows she has a long path ahead of her of understanding her sexuality, and not just in terms of orientation. What she wants in a relationship and how to have one are things she doesn’t really understand yet, and that’s something she’s going to have to confront to move forward in her life. She’s scared of what it means for her future. She’s scared of what her family will think. She’s scared of what the world will think. But as she sits beside Paul, it is clear that there are people who are going to support her no matter what.

With that, she may be able to learn this about herself.

#marjan marwani #911 lone star #911ls #paul strickland #tk strand #mateo chavez #911 lone star fic #usercj #userjillian #tuserjamie #emwrite

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100gayicons · 3 years ago

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According to Jenny Shimizu she never had plans to be a model or an actress. She described herself as “a tattooed Asian lesbian isn't exactly the recipe for the next It girl."

In 1993 she met singer Madonna and became a production assistant on several of her music videos. Shimizu said that she and the Material Girl developed an intimate relationship - to the extent that Madonna would fly her across the world so they could spend time together.

But in 1994, while working as a mechanic, she was seated on a motorcycle outside a night club when photographer Michel Comte approached her. Could he take her picture, he asked?

The rest is history as the photo soon appeared in Vogue Italia. She also caught the eye of designer Calvin Klein who was looking for young sexy and androgynous people to kickoff the campaign for his new fragrance CK One.

Shimizu was soon in high demand as a model.

She broke barriers by becoming the first Asian model to ever to walk the runway for the Italian house Prada. And she was the first minority model to open the show.

After appearing in a few short films, she was cast in “Firefox” (1996) which costarred Angelina Jolie.

In a 1997 interview Jolie described their meeting,:

“I fell in love with her the first second I saw her. I would probably have married Jenny if I hadn't married my husband.”

Shimizu has actively campaign in favor of gay and minority rights. She staged a mock marriage to Rebecca Loos in 2005 to protest American laws on gay marriage.

In 2012 Shimizu met the love of her life, Michelle Harper, and the two were married “for real” in 2014. Their wedding photos appeared on the cover of The Advocate Magazine.

#gay icons #Jenny Shimizu #model #calvin klein #Madonna #angelina jolie #Michel Comte #Prada #vogue Italian #michelle Harper #advocate magazine

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organic-sprolden · 1 year ago

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1. Carlos and TK face the challenges and expectations of married life. Possibly coming to the conclusion that they can take charge of their own life, and other's opinions of how they should behave don't matter.

2. I would bring back Billy because I miss the dynamics between him and the Ryders especially and I feel like after all this time, he could really add something to the plot.

3. OG 911! I can't believe they did it once and thought that was enough. TK and Buck is the dynamic duo that would just be so funny AND fantastic for buddie 👩🏽‍🦯

4. a musical episode would be comedic gold. Judd can be the over arching narrator, he'd just be in the forefront of some scene just belting out some tunes and I would pay good money for this. It's giving the goat from hoodwinked.

5. Sergeant O'brien.

6. hmm celebrity guest star is tough... maybe just any big musician playing themselves in a life threatening position and the 126 rescues them, and if course there will be some kind of aftermath like maybe Carlos has to help secure the hospital the celebrity is in so superfans don't storm it (bonus points if it's a kpop group, might be blackpink since they're so popular and can all speak English, but I can think of a couple others that would be cool too). OR we give Firefox a rival influencer and Marjan has to play a big part in rescuing them but they're really stuck up and disrespectful to her.

7. I like both but one of my favourite TK moments is in 2x12 when they discovered the fire in Carlos' house and he's all like "get back" and reached his arm out over Carlos because his firefighter mode was ON and it was hot.

8. I think after they figure out the Gabriel stuff, Carlos may leave the force and become an independent detective (i hope that's an actual thing... basically I can see him having a similar arrangement to BBC Sherlock with him taking on cases and involving the police ONLY where necessary and more specifically detective Washington)

9. YOUNG CARLOS! CARLOS BEGINS! I think we know all that we need to know about TK's past but so much about Carlos is a mystery! Especially with the Gabriel mysteries, flashbacks could be great.

10. A new probie! there's so much that could happen there, personalities clashing, difficulty fitting in due to their tight-knit dynamics. New blood could be very fun.

11. I hate lizards but since Lou 2 just meant so much to TK and the storyline I guess I'll have to go with that...

12. TK's cousin's seemed really sweet but I don't think they have much of a place in the storyline post-Robert's death. Carlos' sister's live in Texas and I do see them being involved in the Gabriel storyline so I pick them.

13. MIJO

14. Reyes-Strand I think it sounds just slightly better but both work, I feel like I had a stronger opinion when the discussion first came up but I forgot now lol.

I'm not sure how many asks tumblr will let me send before blocking my ass for spamming, so I'm posting my lone star questions here too. If you feel like answering them - go for it! If you reblog it, I will stalk check out your blog to see your answers, if you create a new post for your answers, please tag me so I can see them! I'm curious what everyone thinks.

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Suprise, Tim Minear has put you in charge of LS! (In a perfect world where everyone gets paid a fair wage for their work.) What's next for Tarlos besides the Gabriel of it all?

If you could bring one past character back, dead or alive, who would it be and why?

You get to do a crossover with *any* other show, past or present, what show would it be?

Pick a special episode: Valentines day ep, Halloween ep, Christmas ep, musical ep, animated ep, AU ep (like Mateo's sitcom dream)

You get to delete one thing from the show's history without it messing anything up, what do you get rid of?

Pick a celebrity guest star. What would their role be?

Firefighter TK or paramedic TK?

For Carlos: Officer Reyes, Detective Reyes, Ranger Reyes, or something completely different (non law enforcement?)

Flashback episode for TK's life in NYC (pre Alex), or a flashback episode of young Carlos growing up on the ranch (including his friendship with Iris)

A (new) work partner for Carlos or a new recruit at the firehouse?

Buttercup or Lou II?

TK's cousins or Carlos' sisters?

Andrea calling TK mijo or Owen calling Carlos son?

Reyes-Strand or Strand-Reyes?

#this was so fun!!#911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 ls #fandom shenanigans

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1. have you ever gotten soap in your mouth for cursing? do you think that’s right to do to kids who curse?: Nope. I didn’t say any curse words as a kid for one, but also I’m pretty sure my parents wouldn’t have done that if I did. They would have just talked to me about it and tell me not to say them. I personally don’t like the soap punishment, I think it’s dumb. I’ve heard of some parents who use hot sauce instead, which is just horrible. I understand if you don’t want your kid to curse, but you don’t have to torture them. Just talk with them and explain why it’s not nice to say and that kids shouldn’t speak that way or whatever. Don’t make too big a deal about it. Try not to curse around them either, that’s where they likely hear it and you can be an example for them. If talking doesn’t work then take something away like a toy or some computer time or whatever. I think it’s also important to reward kids when they’re behaving, even just acknowledging it. That can go a long way.

2. what age do you think is appropriate for kids to start watching horror movies with lots of gore?: Well, I personally don’t think kids should watch that at all. I’d say wait until they’re in high school.

3. do you know what the word “polyamorous” means? and did you ever hear that song by breaking benjamin?: Yes I know what it means, no I haven’t heard that particular song by them.

4. how many bug bites do you currently have?: Zero.

5. what’s one word you always have trouble spelling and can’t remember the correct spelling of?: Whenever a question like this comes up, “onomatopoeia” always comes to mind. That’s a word I never use except for these questions haha, but yeah I can never seem to remember the spelling, I have to Google it each time.

6. what’s one band that really sucks live?: I’ve never seen a bad live performance, but I’ve heard things about some bands that I haven’t seen, such as Maroon 5. I’ve heard they’re pretty bad. :X

7. do you go to warped tour? why or why not?: I’ve never been.

8. do you have any wind chimes outside your house? how many?: Yes, a couple.

9. do you know someone who actually had someone give them a bouquet of real roses and one fake one, and tell them they’ll love them until the last one dies?: I’ve never heard of that lol but awww how corny and sweet.

10. which do you like better, firefox or internet explorer?: Firefox out of the two, but I use Chrome.

11. who is the most attractive person on your street?: I haven’t seen all my neighbors, but I don’t find the few I have seen attractive.

12. do you have a flat stomach? would you ever wear a belly shirt to show it off?: I have a flat stomach, but noooo you’ll never see me in a crop top. I’m waaaaay too self-conscious for that.

13. which do you prefer on yourself, long or short hair?: Long, which is what I have, but it takes more energy and maintenance than I can give right now and I should just cut it short again. :/ I just can’t bring myself to do it for some reason, though.

14. what about on your preferred sex? long or short?: Short.

15. with eyebrow piercings, do you prefer the ring or the curved barbell?: I don’t care for eyebrow piercings, personally.

16. have you ever pierced something yourself? why and what was it?: Nooooo. I would never. I’m terrified of needles and don’t do well at all when getting blood work done, and that’s by professionals. I could never attempt to pierce myself with no experience at all. I’d also be scared of doing something wrong or causing an infection.

17. would you date someone who was five years older than you?: Maybe. I think that’s the oldest I would go.

18. i heard of a girl whose boyfriend cheated on her with a 13yearold (he’s 18) and got her pregnant, so she left him. what would you have done if you were in her situation?: Omg. I’d have left him, too, but I also would have reported him.

19. how old was the youngest person you ever found attractive? and how old were you?: Just a year younger than me.

20. isn’t it annoying when you’re trying to start conversation with someone and all they say is “yup” or “really now” or something like that?: Ugh, yes. If they’re clearly not into it or they’e distracted then forget it, what’s the point? I can’t keep a conversation going if the other person isn’t putting anything into it nor would I want to even try.

21. if you have aim, do you have any linked screen names? how many?: AIM died.

22. which of your favorite bands released a new album last?: Hmm. I’m blanking at the moment.

23. are you waiting for any bands to release new albums? which ones?: Not in particular, but I’m always down for new music.

24. what’s your favorite store for buying cds and such at?: I haven’t bought a CD since like 2011. I usually just went to like Walmart or Target. I also bought a few CDs from a place that sold old records/albums/cassettes, though. That’s also the place I sold all my CDs to.

25. what’s the point in buying dvds like “girls gone wild” and other porn if you can get tons more online for free?: I don’t know, ask someone who watches porn. 26. if you had to have one drug (illegal ones, like marijuana and cocaine and all of them) right now, what would it be?: Marijuana is legal here, but that’s the only drug I would do.

27. would you ever get a sleeve or a half sleeve on your arm (we’re talking about tattoos)?: No. I only want one little one.

28. do you have a wireless mouse and/or keyboard?: I have a laptop, so it has a built-in trackpad and keyboard.

29. do you think your biological parents love each other?: Yes.

30. do you have callouses on your feet?: No.

31. did you see the commercial for that “foot grater” on tv that basically shaves the callouses off of your feet? isn’t that nasty to think about?: Gahhh, yes. 🤢 It was so gross.

31. what’s your favorite color combination (ex. pink and purple)?: I love pastel colors together.

32. ever been to watchmovies.net? what do you think of the quality of the movies there?: Yeah, back in the day. I totally forgot about that. The quality wasn’t too, too bad on the ones I saw.

33. what’s one movie you’re dying to see but haven’t had the chance to see yet?: There’s a few movies that were supposed to come out this year that I wanted to see, but that’s obviously not going to happen. 34. would you rather live alone in a huge mansion or alone in a small studio apartment?: I don’t want to live alone at all, but if I had to choose I’d definitely choose the small studio apartment. I wouldn’t want to live in some huge house by myself. That would make me a lot more anxious and uncomfortable. I don’t even want a big house like that for my family and I, it’s just so unnecessary. We’d only need a house big enough for 4 adults and a doggo to live in.

35. if you came across child porn on your computer, what would you do?: Omg, that would mean I was hacked somehow. I’d be disgusted and horrified and try to get rid of it as quickly as possible. Are you supposed to report that kind of thing? I would think so, so that it could be taken down and hopefully catch whoever distributed it.

36. what’s the last computer game you played?: The Sims 4. It’s been a couple years, though. I get urges to play, but I’m too lazy.

37. what’s the name of the street you live on?: I’m definitely not sharing that.

38. would you ever dye your entire head blonde?: No.

39. what’s the randomest thing you ever heard of someone collecting?: *shrug* I have a rock collection, so who am I to judge. lol.

40. how often do you use “<3” or “:]”?: I don’t use :], I use :) Anyway, I don’t use emojis or smiley faces super often, but sometimes when I feel they’re fitting. I know some people who get a little carried with them.

41. isn’t it annoying how people walk around thinking hollister logo tshirts and ripped jeans are preppy, even though those things would never be allowed in a prepatory school because of the dress code?: >> *stares blankly in “I don’t care”* <<< Hahaha, for real.

42. how do you feel about abortion?:

43. what’s one thing your grandmother does that you can’t stand?: She doesn’t do anything that I can’t stand. My grandmothers were/are (my maternal grandmother sadly passed away 15 years ago) sweet, loving, and adorable. haha.

44. did you ever notice how it’s more tragic if a younger person dies than an older person, even if they both died of the same cause?: Loss of my grandparents was heartbreaking for me, I had a really hard time with their loss. Them being older didn’t make it any easier. I think why people find it even more devastating when a child dies is because they were so young and hadn’t even had a chance, yet, like their life had just begun. There was so much still to experience. They should have had a lot more time. Even a young adult because it’s like their life is also kind of just beginning in a way, perhaps they just started or finished college, were about to start a new job, or were about to get married and start a family. They, too, have so much still to experience and should have had more time. But still, losing someone who is older is still just as sad. I think some people just can sometimes find a little comfort in the fact that they had lived a long life and got to experience a lot.

45. when’s the last time you snuck around, and where did you go?: I don’t have to sneak around. Never have.

46. how often do you wash your hair?: Every couple days.

47. do you think the price for a movie ticket is too high these days?: Well, these days movie theaters aren’t even open. However, I don’t think it’s the movie ticket price that’s too high, it’s getting stuff at the concession stand that racks it up. The food and drinks are ridiculously overpriced. I just have to get some popcorn, though. I miss movie theater popcorn with salt and lots of butter. 48. have you ever been to a drive-in movie theater?: Yeah, a few times as a kid. Actually, the last time I went was to see the Willy Wonka movie with Johnny Depp when it came out. I wish they still had drive in theaters where I live. I think they should make a big comeback, I mean that’s perfect for social distancing. We can stay in our own cars, closed off from others, but still enjoy movies on the big screen.

49. what’s your favorite musical?: Sweeney Todd (the one with Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter).

50. what do you think of dr. seuss?: I was a fan as a kid, I loved his books. They’re classics. I actually have a Star-belly Sneetch stuffed animal, which is a character from his book, The Sneetches.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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nightklok · 4 years ago

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chickles for 2? or toki for 3 if someone asked for chickles already :3

Fandom Memes [open!] (shout out to firefox for crashing and making me rewrite this like twice-so i continued to add more to this because why not)

When I started shipping them: Oh this is actually a funny story- I can’t quite remember when I started shipping them but according to AO3, I read a chickles fanfic in November 2019 (the only one i didn’t reread because im sure there were others i read too) and that was around when I began starting the show. But around that time, I SWEAR when I looked at Charles wiki, there was some line there that was along the lines of ‘Charles and Pickles had slept together sometime before Dethklok. while pickles doesn’t remember it, charles does’ I don’t even know if it was possibly a fever dream, mixing up a fanfic as canon, or I just happened to scroll through it when someone threw the line in BUT I CONSIDERED IT CANON and I lowkey waited for that scene as I remembered it on/off and it didn’t take until April 2020 when I finally finished the show to realize that it wasn’t canon D: so thanks to fanfics and probably misreading something in November-december 2019 that’s when I shipped them :D (Also if anyone knows where I may have gotten this from pls link me)

My thoughts: I love them!! They’ve made me happy shipping them and they’re just a good and wholesome ship to me! I think it has everything I could ever want in a ship; the angsty and sad moments but also the happy ones- I don’t know how I can articulate just how much they clicked with me but they really did! They’re like the ultimate band parents,

What makes me happy about them: I think I love how they can bring something in each other that they normally wouldn’t be able to do themselves. I headcanon Pickles as someone with ADHD (and aries because hi im an aries with ADHD) and I think Charles would be able to help calm him down and keep him focused or at least stimulated when he needs to be. Being with Charles can help him be a bit controlled (Though sometimes not by much when he wants to be a tease haha). I love the idea too of Pickles being able to bring Charles to have a more exciting day or just being able to help break routine a bit. Pickles sometimes likes to do things on the spur of the night just to keep himself entertained and Charles prefers to keep things in a schedule. They would find a compromise where Charles clears out a day and Pickles just takes him somewhere random. Is it a concert? Forest? Amusement park? Half the fun’s in not knowing! But Charles enjoys that he can be a bit looser and actually get to laugh and smile and just be having the time of his life with him-

What makes me sad about them: I think Doomstar/Post-doomstar and even the events between season 2 and 3 makes me sad, it breaks my heart in two just thinking about it. Pickles...would be so fucking devastated when Charles died, especially if we go by if they met during Snakes N’ Barrels and he may have never gotten a chance to confess his feelings (or he did for more sadness) and Post-doomstar? He probably ends up blaming Charles leaving on himself and- though depending on where we’re thinking of the possibility of the timeline of their relationship, Going Downklok may have wrecked their relationship because alternatively, Pickles may not have flirted with Abigail but probably something else caused them to break up or destroy their relationship. There was a lot of tension/build up in that episode so I guess their build up and eventual burst would be feelings having to resurface, possibly Pickles getting too far in his addictions and Charles still revealing nothing about what happened during his absence or why he came back; so then you get the dinner scene and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back to get him to quit and then all the events unfold and Pickles just blames himself so heavily on it oh god i need to WRITE THIS

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I don’t think there’s anything in fanfic that annoys me when people write them- It’s more of being uncomfortable/disturbed?...there were a few fics I came across where Charles was borderline abusive/overly sadistic (and one where I wish I hadn’t read-) that left a bad taste in my mouth after reading it. I just feel like that’s way too OOC and Charles definitely isn’t the type of person to be an abusive asshole and/or would definitely know the boundaries of being sadistic in the bedroom while still making sure his partner is into it/feels safe. But i guess that kinda goes in general for any Charles/character fics-

Things I look for in fanfic: I think them being in character, an interesting plot line, and just it being well written is all i can ask for haha-I honestly love any Chickles fanfic out there; I think the things I look for in particular are either his reactions to seeing Charles when he comes back or anything post doomstar but also implying that they met during Snakes N Barrels help

My wishlist:

I guess I’m just gonna shove in things I hope to write actually- (screaming at me to write particular fics helps motivate me so go @ it-)

A Star reader AU: this actually would be the one of the first (probs second or third) Chickles fic I had ever written as I had drafted it around ago even though I had initially planned for the Chickles to kinda be hinted at but with what I know now, would make it more prevalent. If anyone has read Blood Red Road by Moira Young you might see where I’m going but basically, there was a character who was able to read the stars and predict the future. (if you’re hoping the novel goes more into that i’m sorry-) So if we make Charles one of those people, then probably adds more depth to why he chose to work with Dethklok right? :D Secret singer fic: I AM writing that one!! I just got sidetracked but God I’m gonna get back to it as soon as I can!! Basically for anyone else reading this, Charles and his friends put up a bet to see how difficult (or easy) it would be for Charles to become internet famous by having him post covers/original songs under an anonymous name. It becomes a chaotic mess when he gets more than he bargained for and does end up gaining some popularity, someone on the internet spreads the rumor the singer is someone famous, and a particular someone came across those songs and finds the lyrics almost a little too relatable. That fic where instead of Pickles being happy that Charles is back from the dead and they can live happily ever after, he becomes incredibly distressed and heartbroken because he ends up suffering major trauma. because seeing your bf ‘die’ all bloodied and mangled and coming back with only a scar and secrets he won’t tell you? That’s definitely years worth of therapy right there. That is like the only fic of this list even remotely close to finishing but God, definitely one of the most difficult to write- Fics where they met before/during Snakes N’ Barrels. I need to write one or two fics on that because I consider it canon. I’m sure I have mentioned drafting one or two fics like that?? Gotta look through my evernotes-

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I’m sorry but no my mind refuses to delve further- And i mean I’ve been digging Magnus/Charles lately and we all know how that wouldn’t last either so they’re meant for each other fjkdsfjlk

My happily ever after for them: The boys defeat Salacia, Charles and Pickles reunite and kiss for the first time in such a long time. They’re finally happy together and get to officially date (or continue where they left off). Charles is able to retire as the priest as his work is completed (or he manages to get it more public considering they saved the world so most likely it’d be a recognized religion) They get married, and when Dethklok officially retires, they buy a few houses, maybe even do music projects together or Charles takes over Crystal Mountain Records actually and Pickles helps out by being one of the music producers, they adopt a cat or dog or both, and just be happy with each other :D

#lampmeeting #chickles #charles foster offdensen #pickles the drummer #I CAN NEVER GIVE SIMPLE ANSWERS WITH THEM BUT I LOVE THEM-

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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What are you wearing right now? bluzę Lucy, tunikę z napisem Can’t touch this na tyłku, dresy...

Who was the last person you hugged? dad

Do you write down your dreams when you wake up? often

When was the last time you cried? Why? not sure

Do you still have most of your childhood toys? a lot of them

Do you get leg cramps often? recently I started to get them as I never did before :o

What is your religion? Christianity

Do you make wishes on your eyelashes? I blow at them to check who’s thinking about me

Have you ever met someone online then met them in person? If so, which website did you meet on?: yes, Dorota, tumblr

What was the last thing you threw in the trash?: strzykawkę

How many orange clothing items do you own?: just a few

Are you procrastinating at the moment?: kinda

Is there someone you really wish would talk to you?: maybe

Is Halloween simply the greatest holiday ever?: nah (Lisa is offended)

When were you last frustrated?: now

When was the last time you wanted to tell someone something, but couldn’t?: today

How many true friends do you know you’ll always have?: I worry that I will end up without my gf and dad :(

What color car would you definitely not want to own?: pink

Do you look more for “cuteness” or “hotness” in the opposite sex?: cuteness

How old is the nearest framed photograph to you?: it’s my dad’s black and white portrait so older than me probably

Are you picky when it comes to music?: dunno

What is something new you realized today? sigh...

Do you pick out your outfits at night or in the morning?: morning

What is the longest period of time you’ve chewed a single piece of gum?: not long

Have you ever seen the movie “Chicken Little”?: nope

What is the closest green object to you?: scissors

When was the last time you got your hair cut?: this month

Do you ever wear long socks?: not anymore

Polka dots or stripes?: stripes

Do you like the smell of hand sanitizer?: noooo

If your friend just died, what would be the first thing you would do?: omg...

Do you like the colors of your room?: they’re fine

Would you rather it be snowing or bright and sunny?: bright and sunny

When was the last time you went to the dentist?: almost week ago

Do you believe in reincarnation?: hmm...

What do you think of when I say PURPLE?: asexuality and Prince :D

What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? I’m watching Mean girls reunion now How long do you think you could go without listening to music? dunno How long could you go without chocolate? years

How about without your Cell phone? depends Which do you prefer: computer or television? computer, I don’t watch TV Who do you get along with best in your family? my father obviously How often do you go to the movie theater? I don’t How late did you stay up last night? 1 am at least When did you wake up? late Are you ready for children? hell no Do you prefer to text your friends or call them on the phone? text Do you have a nice yard? meh When you’re bored in class, do you write on the back of your hand? used to at times Do you think that you see the world differently from others? kinda Do you watch the late night news? no news, I avoid them all as much as possible Do you have any odd obsessive habits? not obsessive? Do you prefer sour or sweet? sweet Are you currently in your house? I am indeed Do people ever compliment your eyes? M. complimented my eyes Do they compliment your hair? wonder why Do you laugh at extremely corny jokes? oh well... Do you prefer ketchup or mustard? preffered ketchup Garlic fries or curly fries? garlic fries? eww! Are you one of the top 5 smartest in your class? been in elementary and partially middle school too Do you own any crazy socks? wouldn’t say so

Tell me about the first five photos you have on your phone or camera.: Nat took pics of cats

Have you got any half or step siblings?: I have not

When was the last time you were disappointed?: constantly?...

What cars do your siblings drive, if they do drive?: she doesn’t

What about your parents?: neither

Do you like kid’s movies?: plenty

When was the last time you had to take someone home? Who was it, and where did you take them home from?: odprowadzaliśmy Gosie jakiś czas temu ze wspólnie spędzonego dnia w parku

Who did you last speak aloud to and what did you say?: parent, forgot

How many siblings do your parents have?: mom has a brother, dad has a sister and two brothers

What colour is your wallet?: I own several coin purses instead

Are you wearing any jewellery right now?: am not

What can you smell right now?: luckily nothing

Who last held your hand?: family member

Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies?: not Hobbit

What is something you can’t seem to stop doing (or start)? uh oh

When was the last time you comforted someone who was upset? hours ago When was the last time you yelled at someone? same What types of things typically cause you to cry? everything?... What is one thing that would make your life a lot better? better health - too late for that How would you describe your overall aesthetic? complicated What is one of your most positive characteristics? What about one of your most negative? matter of perspective

Do you blow dry your hair or do you let it air out? first option Are you always late or always on time? early

Do you face your problems head on or do you run away from them? run What do you think of dreadlocks? cool Who do you know without a doubt cares about you? I doubt everyone, sorry Have you ever caught yourself talking in your sleep? mom caught me once or twice when I was a child Do you catch lizards? I photograph them

What is your favorite lyric in the song you are listening to? I like it whole - Tame Impala - Feels like we only go backwards Has anything seriously made you mad today? whoops

What brand of chapstick do you use? none, gross Is it cold in your house? not now Where you live, has it snowed yet? thx God it didn’t :o Are you the type of person who says you like something just to be cool? been there, done that, regret it What is the title of the last story you wrote? personal Paper clips or staples? staples Is swearing really necessary? helps :x Have you ever stuck your tongue to a frozen pole? I’m not stupid Do you take screen shots often? shitload Is there an album that you can listen to without skipping over any songs? when in the mood Do you use Mozilla Firefox? only to listen to the mass on Sunday Cinnamon: Yes or no? rarely What would your initials be if you married the person you are crushing on? who said I’m gonna change my surname? What year was your dad born in? not your business Do you have any beauty marks? moles? mhm Lyrics to end this survey, aye? :] Baby, I'm dying for another taste

hows your life at the moment? “rollerclaster” or worse do watch funny tvshows like family guy and south park? prefer Simpsons

have you let someone down recently? nothing new quick lyrics from the last song you heard.. Hi my little kitten who have you talked to on the phone today? - make a wish. right now. anything. miracles won’t happen to me... if you had to live at one of your bestfriend’s houses, where would u live? I already live with one lmfao how are you on this fine day? not the worst yet? are there any stressful situations in your life? ha ha ha... can you love and hate someone? I felt that do your parents annoy you? my mother is a pro at this what’s your favorite Lady Gaga song? 911 lately any last words? better stay quiet...

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 5 years ago

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Their Hero Academia - Chapter 53: Aftermath Part 3

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

The portions of this installment featuring Endeavor was written by @msalliepants (with other acknowledgements to my friend Paul, who’s been vital in developing some backstory elements for Endeavor)

Earlier chapters can be found here

Eri was absolutely exhausted by the time she returned to U.A, the sun setting in the sky. A long morning of using both her Quirk and her medical training on the civilians and Heroes brought to Mustafar General, then making her way deeper into Tokyo to check the Heroes, friends, and students there, had left her with a weariness she hadn’t felt since cramming for her medical school exams. She’d spent the rest of the day there, pitching in where she could, even if she’d almost completely exhausted her Quirk.

She operated almost on autopilot as she entered the small on-campus apartment she shared with her husband, finding her way to the bedroom and collapsing on the bed in an instant. Blissful darkness started to overtake her almost immediately. The stresses of the day slowly began to ebb away.

She didn’t regret that she’d used up enough of her Quirk earlier, so that she couldn’t help Katsuki. Dad had taught her long ago that she could make herself crazy if she thought too much on those she couldn’t help. When she’d announced that she’d wanted to be a Medical Hero and help people, he’d been firm in helping her understand that she had limits and that she couldn’t let doing that consume every moment of her life.

But some part of her still wondered if she couldn’t be doing more. Every day out there, someone was getting injured, somewhere. She could heal that. And if she rested long enough…

No. Going down that route wasn’t rational. Going down that route lay madness. She should just lay here and let the darkness take her.

“You know, you should probably change out of that costume. Not that I don’t appreciate the way your ass looks in it…”

Eri’s eyes snapped open and she turned her head to see her husband standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. He smiled in that charming, boyish way he had, like every time he was seeing her for the very first time. She stretched out and threw a pillow at him, but he caught it. “You are the worst,” she said, though she obviously didn’t mean it.

The smile quickly gave way to a more somber tone. “I heard about Bakugo and the kids. And we’ve been watching the news. How bad did it really get out there?” He crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to her, rubbing her back in slow, lazy circles.

“Bad,” she said, quietly. “We got lucky that as few people died as they did. As it is, a bunch of Heroes are going to be out of action for a while.”

“And the kids?” Kota asked.

“I didn’t see all of them… but I know Dad’s going to recommend sessions with Hound Dog for anyone who saw any kind of action. Especially Shota and Katsumi. And Monoma, too, for that matter.”

“Poor kids,” he said, still rubbing her back. “Trauma like that doesn’t fade easily.”

“It doesn’t,” she agreed. She’d lost track of the number of times she’d woken up in the middle of the night, screaming. When she was little, Dad and Mom would come running into her room, holding her, telling her everything was going to be all right. Dad had sometimes had to activate his Quirk, but she was never frightened of him.

When attending U.A., it had been her friends, like Rinko and Hanako, rushing into her room and coming to her rescue. They’d comforted her and brought her tea and done everything they could to make her feel safe again, reminding her of her own strength. They weren’t afraid of her Quirk, even though she’s absolutely positive she took a month off of Rinko once.

Now, it was her husband. He had his own terrors and his own nightmares. And when they needed to, they held each other. He was strong and kind and gentle and she was never a monster in her eyes. He reminded her so much of Mirio and Deku, her first heroes. Now, he was her hero, each and every day.

She rolled over, so that she was looking up at him. “Tell me something good,” she said.

His hand moved to stroking her hair. “After we got the okay to stand down, I managed to get Himari’s bed put together. Only took me three hours.”

Hard to believe they’d be bringing that sweet little girl home in just a few days. They were going to get to be parents. They both had a lot of love to give, but Eri… she’d been so worried about passing on her Quirk. She believed she had done a lot of good with it, but it was a frighteningly dangerous one, especially in the hands of a child. And a frighteningly tempting one for those looking to use it for evil.

Eri knew how to protect herself. And she lived in one of the safest places in Japan. But she would not expose a child to that kind of risk.

So adoption it was.

She gave her husband a smile. Her first one in many, many hours. “Only three hours? Were you following the directions this time?”

He stuck his tongue out at her. “I’m not that bad.”

“You’re not,” she agreed.

“I can follow directions.”

“Then follow this one and just hold me.”

***

Eventually, Kota had convinced her to get out of her costume and they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. Someone pounding on their door woke them with a jolt.

“Ugh…” Kota groaned. “What the hell?”

Eri tried to cover her head with a pillow. “Think they’ll just give up and go away?”

The pounding increased. “Doesn’t sound like it,” Kota told her.

She sighed. All she’d wanted was to sleep through to the next morning. The clock told her it was a little past midnight. Not quite the same thing. She’d been well taught, both by Dad and by her medical schooling, to catch sleep when she could, under some of the most stressful of circumstances. But that didn’t mean she lamented its loss any less.

“We’re coming!” she shouted in the general direction of the door as she tied on a bathrobe. If they were trying to wake her up in the middle of the night, it probably meant a medical emergency. She was the staff doctor after all. She really ought to ask about putting in for a nurse…

She opened the door and found Midnight standing outside the door. “Aunt Nemuri?” she asked. She looked tired, wearing an fluffy bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, which wasn’t surprising, given the time and the stress they’d all been under today. As much as the woman claimed to still be a party girl at heart, she also professed a great need for her beauty sleep. “What’s going on? Is one of the students hurt…?”

Midnight shook her head. “It’s Nezu,” she said. “He was exchanging messages with me about plans going forward after the attacks today and…”

She held up her phone, it showed what looked like a normal exchange of messages, until it descended into gibberish on Nezu’s end. It was less than five minutes ago. It was entirely possible he had dropped his phone or perhaps spilled tea on it, but then he would have let her know what was going on some other way.

Eri took a breath, then nodded. “Give me three minutes to get dressed and grab my medical bag.”

She managed it in one and a half.

***

The living arrangements of the teaching staff at U.A. varied. Mister Yagi lived off-campus, with Izuku’s mother. Dad had an on-campus residence in the teacher’s dorms, as did Battle Fist, but both also lived off campus with their spouses when time allowed (Battle Fist was, in fact, currently off campus with her husband and daughter.). Super Ball, Hawkeye, Skyline, Hopper, FireFox, and Figure Sk8 lived in the teachers’ dorms full time, as did many of the second and third year teachers. Rikido had an off-campus apartment and Power Loader had one off the main workshop. While Aunt Nemuri did have a place with Uncle Hizashi, she also spent the majority of the weak in the smaller subset of apartments offered to teachers. She had one, Principal Nezu had one, Hound Dog had one, since he… was not especially suited to long-term close cohabitation, Recovery Girl had the one next to theirs, and as a married couple, she and Kota had one.

Nezu’s door was only two down from their own. Kota and Aunt Nemuri behind her, she rapped heavily on it. “Principal Nezu! Principal Nezu!”

There was no answer and Eri felt a growing sense of dread. Fortunately, as the school physician, with the potential need to access any building or room, she had a key which could unlock any door on campus. She quickly stuck it in the keyhole in Nezu’s door and… it did not turn.

“Him and his paranoia,” Aunt Nemuri growled. She looked at Kota. “Can you break it down? Fire hose it or something?”

“Only if you want it to go flying off its hinges,” he replied. “I can get Hound Dog. He can probably kick it down.”

Eri just held out her hand. “Give me your hairpins, Aunt Nemuri.”

To her credit, Aunt Nemuri didn’t protest or complain. She pulled the hairpins holding her hair up out and handed them over, shaking her long, dark hair loose. Eri supposed there were some things she just couldn’t turn off. Regardless of the demonstration, it didn’t take long for Eri to defeat the lock. She hadn’t had to use that particular set of skills in a long while, but they were on the long list of things Dad had insisted she learn how to do and keep in practice on. It actually wasn’t a complicated lock.

Of course, knowing Nezu, she suspected that if anyone wanted undue access to his home, he’d already accounted for it and made plans accordingly. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d always intended for her to get in this way. Carefully, she opened the door and they slipped inside. “Principal Nezu?” she called out again. “It’s me. I’m got Kota and Nemuri with me.”

No answer. That wasn’t good. Worry began to creep further into her brain, as Eri desperately tried to recall what she knew about Nezu’s biology. She’d reviewed his medical records before—all staff were required to submit to an annual physical, even if not administered by her—but she’d often suspected there was much those were leaving out. All she knew was that every year, the paperwork turned up. Whether he was fabricating them or had his own medical specialist, she did not know.

Nezu apartment was much like him, tidy and neat. The carpets were plush, the furniture a dark wood. Tasteful art decorated the walls and somewhere, Eri could hear a grandfather clock ticking away. There were several bookshelves, each of them filled with books. Many looked old and leatherbound, and many looked to be in foreign languages.

“Nezu!” Aunt Nemuri shouted. “Nezu! Where are you, you damn rodent?!”

Again, no answer followed.

Kota walked through a doorway into what looked like a small office. “Eri…”

She quickly followed. It was a miniature replica of his office at the school, with a big desk covered in paperwork. There was even a cup of tea, still slightly steaming. His desktop computer was still on. It looked like he’d been working. There was an oversized, leather chair, its padding thick. It had been pushed back from the desk awkwardly, up against the wall.

Carefully, she moved around the desk. There, on the ground, limbs spread out awkwardly, was Nezu, clad in pinstriped pajamas, a long cap on the ground near his head. His beady black eyes were still open, staring at nothing. Eri placed a hand on his neck, checking for a pulse.

Nothing.

Carefully, she opened her bag and slid the small mirror there from it, placing it in front of his face. If he was still breathing, it would fog.

Nothing.

Finally, she pulled the portable heart rate monitor from the bag, pulled up his tiny pajama top, and attached the leads. Switching on the device, a steady, high pitched tone filled the room.

She switched it off.

One of Eri’s hands went to her horn. It had grown a little since she’d slept. How much could she turn back? Maybe a ten minutes? How long did brain activity persist…?

No. She’d never used her power on someone who wasn’t still living. She didn’t want to think about what might happen if she tried.

“I’m sorry,” she said. She turned to look at Kota and Aunt Nemuri.

“He’s dead.”

***

A part of Eri wished she’d hadn’t sent Kimiko Ojiro home with her family. The girl’s Quirk would have been infinitely more useful and accurate than the limited imaging technology the medical building had. But Eri made do. She didn’t have the facilities to do an autopsy, but she could at least get an idea of what had happened.

Dad, Kota, and Midnight filled the waiting room. The other teachers had been roused and were patrolling campus, just in case this had been part of an invasion or attack. After the way today had gone, she wouldn’t have been surprised.

Still, she appreciated the presence of family. Nezu had meant quite a lot to her. He’d understood what it was like to be thought of an as nothing more than an object for experimentation. He’d known what it was like to be helpless and tortured, without anyone you could trust. He’d known what it was like to be offered hope, to thirst for kindness even if you didn’t understand the word.

Dad inclined his head slightly. “Eri?” he prompted, kindly.

“I can’t do an actual autopsy, of course,” she began, “but with the examination I was able to do, my opinion is natural causes, a heart attack. Probably brought upon by extreme stress and exasperated by his age.”

No one had ever actually been sure how old Nezu was, not even himself. And no one had been quite sure what his lifespan was. Most people hadn’t even been sure what he was. But he had had been at U.A. in some form or another for more than thirty-five years and had been a friend of Mister Yagi’s for even longer than that. Nezu had certainly begun to slow down more in recent years, his fur no longer quite so lustrous, dependent upon a cane to get around.

“He started working when the news broke about the Nomu attacks,” Aunt Nemuri said. “And was still working at midnight. I’m not sure he stopped. Every time I checked in on him, he was thinking and planning. I think he wanted to be sure we could weather whatever was to come.”

She clenched a fist. “Dammit. I should have known he was pushing himself too hard. I should have made him take a break.” Her shoulders started to shake tears began to roll down her face, forcing her to remove her glasses to wipe her eyes.

Dad gave her a look. Not completely unkind, as he gently patted her shoulder, but still within the realm of looks he usually handed out. “Were any of us ever able to get him to change his mind? He thinks—thought—in ways and circles us mere humans couldn’t possibly understand.”

She could tell by the way his eyes were twitching that he too, was fighting back tears.

“I know I always felt dumber just being in the same room with him,” Kota added.

Aunt Nemuri just shook her head. “Somehow, I always thought he’d be here forever. I don’t know what we’ll do without him.”

“We’ll need to think of something, at least in the short term,” Dad said. “Until we can get a new principal, you’ll have to be in charge, Nemui.”

She gave him a look like he’d just sworn at her or brought up her age. When he didn’t flinch, her gaze relaxed. “I suppose I should have expected that. Comes with the Vice-Principal job.”

“Think you’ll get put in charge permanently?” Kota asked.

“Over my dead body,” Aunt Nemuri said. “I’m good with people. It’s why I took the job when Nezu offered it to me. To help be a bridge between the teachers, administration, and students. I couldn’t possibly think big enough to do what he did.”

That and, Eri reflected, she’d confessed she’d been getting too old to continue to operate in her usual Hero attire.

“That can be settled another time,” Dad said. “We’ll all have enough on our plates. The students will be returning tonight. Many of them will need therapy sessions. The staff who are off campus will need to be briefed. And we’ll need to make funeral arrangements for Nezu.”

“Did he have any family we should contact?” Kota asked. “I know he was friends with All Might…”

“The school was his family,” Aunt Nemuri said. “It was his life.”

Eri looked at the time. No use going back to bed now. It was going to be a long day.

***

His morning had been off to a good start. His grandchildren were all sleeping under his roof, while his son stayed overnight with their mother in the hospital. His wife was still sleeping when he rose and he’d been reluctant to leave her warm embrace, but he had always been an early riser and continued to be so even now.

The ringing of his cell phone, his son’s voice announcing “I am here!” broke the silence of the kitchen. The news on the other end of the call had not been good.

“Yes, thank you for telling me, Aizawa. Please let me know if I can be of service.”

Toshinori Yagi was familiar with the concept of loss. As a very young and very Quirkless boy, he had lost what he had thought was his family. As an all-too young man, he had lost the closest thing to a mother he had ever had. As an adult, he had made peace with his own impending death. As an older man, he had stood by the boy who had become like a son to him, while he buried his father. And as an old man, he had said good bye to his own mentor.

Now, he could only stare dumbly at the phone in his hand, his mind still reeling from the news Aizawa had given him.

“Everything all right, Toshi?” asked a voice from the kitchen doorway. There, Inko stood, yawning.

Every time he saw her, Toshinori was aware of just how lucky a man he was. For almost all of his life, he’d thought the things of a normal man’s life were forever beyond him. He had so many blessings these days. A wife, a son, three beautiful grandchildren. There were so many reasons he should not have had them, so many reasons why he should never have made it to be an old man.

To say that all these years later, he was still head over heels in love was not an exaggeration.

“No,” he said, softly. “That was Aizawa. Nezu… Nezu passed away during the night. A heart attack, they said.”

Tears began to well up in his wife’s eyes. Like their son, she cried easily, felt others’ pain easily. “Oh… oh no…” She crossed the kitchen and put her arms around him. Had it not been so serious, the disparity in their sizes would have made it almost comical looking. “I’m so sorry, Toshi.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “I’d told him he needed to take it easier, but he always insisted he knew what he was doing! I should have tried harder, should have convinced him to take a break…”

Inko broke the hold, giving him a stern look. She jabbed a finger into his chest. “Now you listen to me, Toshi. None of this is your fault. Any choices Nezu made are on him, not you.”

“But..” he began.

“No buts,” she told him. “This is not your responsibility. You still carry enough on your shoulders as it is.”

“You know, you’re really quite forceful when you want to be. But no, you’re right… It’s just…”

Inko simply looked into his eyes, giving him time to gather his thoughts.

“There was a time when I did not have many friends. There was Naomasa, of course, but very few who I could let close to me. Nezu was one of those few. I think I’ve known him longer than anyone. It seemed like he’d always be with us.”

His mind raced back to the first time he had met Nezu, newly escaped from his tormentors, scavenging for scraps in a city park. He hadn’t believed his eyes at first, the strange creature seemingly beyond even the variations Quirks had wrought on the human form. But he’d offered him food and tried engaging him in conversation. Nezu had been distrustful and fearful, but had taken the food and spoken two simple words. “Thank you.”

Later, when Nezu had walked into a police station and applied for asylum, Toshinori had been his one phone call. How he had managed to associate a random stranger with the Number One Hero, he wasn’t sure, but he put little past his old friend’s intelligence. He had put all his political capital behind the petition for Nezu to gain rights and citizenship. Combined with Nezu’s own stunning legal arguments, it had been enough.

First working with the police and then with Heroes, Nezu’s intelligence and commitment to justice had proven itself time and time again. He proved himself to be a true friend and one of the few people to have earned Toshinori’s complete trust. When he’d entered the field of education, becoming first a teacher at and then the principal of U.A., Toshinori had been surprised, but he’d long learned by that point not to question his decisions. Nezu operated… had operated on a level few could understand or keep up with.

The world would be lesser for his loss.

She nodded, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He obligingly bent down so she wouldn’t have to stretch. “He was a good man. He’s going to be missed by a lot of people. Do they need you at the school?”

Toshinori shook his head. “No. Nemuri and Aizawa are taking charge for today.”

“Good. Then you’ll come with us when we go to see Ochaco today?”

He nodded. “I will. They’re supposed to be sending her home today, right?”

“They are. Izuku said she’d have to take it easy for a while, but she’s going to be fine.”

She took his hands in hers and gave them a squeeze. “You know I’m here for you, Toshi, no matter what. You lost a friend today. I know that hurts. But you can lean on me all you want.”

Toshinori allowed himself the smallest of smiles. The world was a little emptier, but there was still so much in it he was thankful for.

***

Enji Todoroki, the disgraced former Number One Hero known as Endeavor, walked into the hospital, doing his best to avoid coming into contact with anyone. He didn’t really go out much these days. Not since the horrible things that he’d done to his family back in his younger days had come to life, forcing him into retirement to avoid bringing further shame to his family.

In the end, Enji had seen it as the right thing to do. He had been horrible to his family, treating them more like a minor nuisance than being a proper husband and father. He’d driven Toya to become the villain Dabi, ignored Fuyumi and Natsuo and written them off as useless, pushed Shota to hate him, and laid hands on his wife, Rei, and pushed her over the edge. He had tried to be better once he became the Number One Hero officially, to be someone that his family could be proud of and make up for the horrible things he had done, but the damage had been done. When his crimes came to life, he stepped down. He might have not wanted to, but he knew it was the right thing to do.

He didn’t speak to his family much after that. Well, they didn’t really want much to do with him. Fuyumi was the only one who really talked him, though her husband, the former Ingenium, made it very clear that he absolutely detested his father-in-law. Enji took it. He didn’t blame his son-in-law for disliking him. Natsuo had told him very colorfully where he thought his father could go when Enji reached out to try and make amends with him. And as for Shoto….

After his mistakes with Toya, he should be thankful that Shoto didn’t end up the same. Yes, his youngest son had made quite the name for himself. As the Number Three Hero, Enji couldn’t help but feel overwhelming pride for his son. After everything he’d been through, after what Enji had put his son through, Shoto had succeeded and put his childhood behind him. Though he hadn’t spoken to him since his granddaughter, Izumi, was a toddler.

To Enji’s effort, he’d tried to repair his damaged relationship with Shoto. Shoto’s wife, Momo had been helpful in that. Then Izumi was born, after an extremely rough pregnancy. Izumi was born into the world frail and premature. No one was sure if she would make it past the first few weeks of infancy. In a misguided attempt to comfort his son, Enji had said that Shoto and Momo could try again.

Looking back, he knew that he did not take the most tactful approach, and fully deserved the punch in the face that Shoto had given him when he’d said that. In truth, Enji had been worried for his granddaughter’s life. He was often at the hospital, though he tried to take different shifts from Shoto. But Izumi pulled through, and her parents took her home.

Enji doted on his granddaughter, and she became the apple of his eye. He and Shoto started to repair things, slowly, for Izumi. He talked to Rei, and felt that he was making up for the horrible things that he did to her with each conversation that they had. His life was getting better. Slowly, he felt like he was earning forgiveness that he knew he truly didn’t deserve. He spent as much time with Izumi as his good, his face lighting up every time she beamed at him with her little smile and rushed towards his calling out “Grandpa!”

Then Izumi had gotten sick when she turned four , and she nearly died. It was Enji’s fault. There was no getting around that. The Villain who was responsible for getting her sick knew that he would do anything for his granddaughter. They offered him two things: the cure for his granddaughter if Endeavor came clean about his abuse and mistreatment of his family, or they would go public about the worse things he did with his Hero career. Though at the time, Enji had not seen himself ready to retire, he’d felt like he had no other choice. He came clean about his past, and retired.

The thing worse than retiring though, was losing his relationship with Izumi forever. His past misdeeds, beyond even what he had done to his family, had made his granddaughter a target, a bargaining chip of a desperate man. After he came out publically, Shoto snapped, and Enji had the worst argument with his son he could possibly ever have. And even though Enji didn’t want to lose his granddaughter, he was willing to respect his son, no matter how much it pained him.

Enji allowed himself to fade from public life after that. He cut all ties with almost everyone. Hawks occasionally stopped by to visit, but he always turned him away. He saw Fuyumi once in a while, and she had allowed him to see her daughter Kukio, but for the most part, he very rarely left his home. It was better for everyone that. It was better for his family. Enji was a shell of his former self, and truly a broken man. And he deserved every part of it.

He did try to keep up with Izumi where he could. When he heard that she had made it to UA, he watched the Sports Festival for the first time since Kukio had been a student. He couldn’t have been prouder when, despite all of her previous limitations, she made it as far in the Sports Festival as she did. His granddaughter, the apple of his eye, was going to make a fine Hero someday.

He caught word of the Nomu attack when he turned on the news. He watched footage of Shoto, Momo, and Izumi fighting in different areas. And then Enji did something he never did. Making sure to cover himself up so no one would recognize him, he left the house, heading for the hospital that his family had been admitted to.

Shoto was fine, but being checked for Quirk Exhaustion. His daiughter-in-law, Momo, had suffered some injuries, but would be fine. It was Izumi he was concerned about. Though she had not been injured, she had over extended herself, and was being treated for Quirk Exhaustion, as well.

Izumi was sleeping when Enji arrived at her room. That was good. He didn’t want her awake to see him. If she saw him, she’d have questions, and he would have to tell her not to tell Shoto. He didn’t want her keeping secrets from her father.

Enji hadn’t seen Izumi since she’d gotten sick as a child. She looked so much like Rei. He smiled softly. She truly was becoming a strong young woman, overcoming every obstacle set in front of her. He couldn’t be prouder. Enji gently reached down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. He wished he could talk to her, but he knew he couldn’t.

Enji set down a stuffed rabbit down on the table next to her. He didn’t leave a card or anything. But he’d gotten her a very similar looking toy when she was younger, and it had been her favorite thing. Even though she was a teenager now, he hoped she still liked stuffed animals.

Izumi started to stir, and Enji knew it was his time to leave. He’d check on Shoto, and then leave. They wouldn’t know that he had been there, but just knowing that his family was safe, would give him some small comfort.

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