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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years ago

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Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

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floral-poisons · 3 years ago

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twst cast as parents

we’re gonna ignore the fact that in my “would the twst characters have children when they’re older?” post, i said a majority of them would probably be childfree. supernanny’s available to watch. i eat that show up and hence this post. so enjoy!!

NRC STAFF

dire crowley

crowley’s the working parent who probably sells himself better than he actually is. don’t get me wrong, he’s still a decent parent. he feeds his kid and whatnot. but has there been one or two occasions where he accidentally left his kid at the grocery store? yes. he apologized afterwards though. and it’s cute to see him walk around nrc with his kid at his side.

ashton vargas

ashton has a strict routine. he’s big on health and physical fitness so he definitely passes this onto his kid. he doesn’t start this though until his child is older if they wanna work out. he’s definitely going to be at whole foods all the time for the organic groceries.

mozus trein

mozus already had kids. but i’m guessing he’s definitely big on media literacy and his daughters being well read. he probably made them read a lot as children and had them read for a certain amount of hours every day when they were kids. nevertheless, he prioritizes his daughter’s intellect over everything else.

divus crewel

divus is an invested and fashion forward parent. his child is going to be the best dressed child even if it’s a friendly dinner. he’s encouraging of his child’s behavior. but damn he would be the worst parent to break rules to. he’s big on discipline and he has a lot of rules. he’s pretty strict in that way and it would be hard to convince him to loosen up.

sam

sam is a relatively chill parent. i believe he would follow the saying of that it takes a village to raise a child so that’s a philosophy he follows. he doesn’t hesitate to ask friends for advice and to consult his parents and even grandparents and other people in his community. it does take a village to raise a child. plus he’s just super supportive and it’s so cute to see him teaching his kid how to cook when they’re like three.

DIASOMNIA

malleus draconia

this child is like the BIGGEST deal ever. it’s the child of malleus draconia, the prince. so of course like it’s the most amazing thing ever. this child is getting spoiled like no tomorrow. plenty of maids and butlers, plenty of gigantic ass parties to celebrate little milestones (for example, a 100 days party that’s just like over the top i use 100 days as an example because i am a chinese person). malleus loves his kids so much. i feel like he would have a hard time disciplining which would be up to you or lilia. and his child definitely loves holding onto his horns.

lilia vanrouge

lilia’s been through the ringer already. he knows exactly how this type of game goes. parenting is something he’s done with malleus and sebek and silver. so he has a set schedule, set rules, set structure that works and he makes tweaks for the kids. overall though, lilia is a fun dad. he loves playing games with them and loves doing baby talk with babies. toddlers though? he kind of wants to skip that phase because they just come with so many things he needs to take care of even if they have great things to offer.

silver

silver is quite the gentle parent. he definitely follows gentle parenting and he’s not the biggest fan of discipline (leaving it up to lilia or sebek or you). he would definitely need to help get his energy levels up because taking care of a child is very energy consuming. it’s pretty great to be his kid though. play with a lot of animals, have a lot of pets, basically have a prince as your dad.

sebek zigvolt

sebek is indoctrinating his child into the greatness of the prince malleus draconia. i’m joking but he definitely has to tell his child about the greatness of prince malleus. on top of that, sebek would be quite a strict parent. he has a set schedule and a set structure and he’s firm with discipline. he definitely doesn’t need lilia’s help.

HEARTSLABYUL

riddle rosehearts

there’s a common belief that when kids grow up and become parents themselves, they’ll either become like their parents or be the exact opposite and this is particularly seen with adults who had strict parents. but riddle doesn’t fall into either. he got well needed therapy, probably went low contact (or even no contact) with his mother, and then became a parent. it took a long time for sure. but it’s for the betterment of his child in the long run. there’s still structure and discipline, definitely, but he’s a lot more laxed than his mother. sometimes he can be really harsh but he has no problem apologizing to his child if he hurt them (not physically).

trey clover

trey is honestly the most chill dad ever. and i believe he’d be a stay-at-home dad (and if he’s running his family’s bakery then he’s also doing that). he does the lunch boxes and cooks all the food and all of his kids’ friends want to come over to the clover house because his food is just that good. he does plenty of disciplining but he doesn’t overstep his boundaries as a parent. he’s attuned to his children’s needs always and will provide support for them regardless.

cater diamond

cater is an instagram mom. i don’t know what else to say about it. for the most part, his parenting style is pretty laxed. he’s definitely doing gentle parenting and once in a while he posts cute baby moments that are hilarious. he mostly does a lot of parenting content without showing his kid.

ace trappola

i don’t trust this man with kids. he wants to be a dad but even as an adult, i believe he would still be too emotionally immature to have kids. has that stopped him? absolutely not. ace is a fun dad but he most definitely lacks structure (which riddle always scolds him for because kids do need some sort structure). i would also believe he’s arrogant enough that if he hurt his kid, he wouldn’t apologize and it isn’t until his kid is older that he realizes his mistake.

deuce spade

deuce would be as good of a parent as he possibly can be. he definitely goes to his mom. calling her at two in the morning to ask her how he could possibly put his child to sleep? he’s doing it. he keeps an organized structure for his child and is laxed, but isn’t afraid of discipline when needed. he particularly pays attention to grades and his child at school because he doesn’t want his kid becoming a punk like him.

POMEFIORE

vil schoenheit

i said this in the twst children post, but vil would be a strict parent if he had a child. he has a reputation to uphold so his child, therefore, would need to maintain a certain image. he’s not exactly a bad parent, but there are a ton of things he can improve on. what’s certain is that he isn’t going to force his child into show business or anything. if they want to enter it on their own, then they are free too. on top of that, vil would encourage self expression through fashion and makeup. he would be more or less strict in terms of rules around the house and having his child follow certain etiquette rules and such.

rook hunt

rook being ever so observant means he’s extremely attuned to your child’s needs. it’s quite miraculous with just how great he is with kids. rook is most definitely doing most of the child rearing and he could be a stay at home dad! he’s fun and he listens to his kids. your children trust him and honestly, there’s nothing more you could ask. he can be firm when he needs to be but overall, he loves his kids and he’s just such a great dad.

epel felmier

epel is not the best with kids. he would need to work on his temper before having children because children require emotional stability and his temper would not be good for them. he most certainly doesn’t give a fuck about swearing or brash language. if his four year old curses, he’s giving them a snack. and he doesn’t care about other people’s opinion when it comes to his parenting which kind of makes him a great parent. he’s confident in his parenting and he knows he did as good of a job as he could.

SAVANACLAW

leona kingscholar

again, leona would most likely be childfree. but if he somehow had a kid, he’s not exactly going to be an active parent. he definitely is the disciplinary parent when he needs to be. but for the most part, he’s quite chill. his parenting style is just very passive and you’re most certainly going to need to do most of the child rearing.

ruggie bucchi

ruggie’s a pretty great dad. he does have a lot of anxiety about his children being healthy and fed. but it’s easy to see that he cares for his children. he also has no problem doing the child rearing or even being a stay at home dad. the women of the sunset savanna are renown for their strength and are usually the breadwinners so it makes sense for ruggie to be comfortable with more domestic activities. besides, his grandmother would never let him live if she learned his partner had to do the child rearing and he wasn’t helping out.

jack howl

jack is certainly a sports dad. he’s definitely the dad that encourages his kids to do sports and will be the soccer mom, driving everyone places and everything. stay at home dad too? he has no problem with that. he is from the sunset savanna after all. he’s an encouraging father who loves his kids and definitely a little rough too. but that’s okay.

OCTAVINELLE

azul ashengrotto

azul’s gonna make a mini-me essentially. like he’s all about his child being similar to him and honestly, the kid probably does end up similar to azul. the best part though is azul’s willingness to crush other people. is your child bullying his kid for being plus size? you’re getting it. azul will ruin you and he has no shame. and he’s smart so he won’t get caught. he wants his child to feel protected at all costs. and no he isn’t going to be overprotective. but you’ll be damned if you hurt his kid.

jade leech

i don’t see jade as being a parent but if he were one, he wouldn’t exactly stand out. he makes sure to do everything needed to take care of his child, provide extra love and care. he doesn’t mind doing domestic work either, probably prefers it. his child is definitely getting spoiled by floyd and falls under azul’s protection plan too.

floyd leech

floyd would be an...interesting parent. it’s quite tough for him to be a parent because he does get bored easily and he has mood swings. so he’s going to need to get those things under control. thankfully, jade helps around often. floyd is definitely the type to spoil his child and tease his kid. a lot of people would also note that floyd is basically his kid’s best friend and it’s a focal critique but he couldn’t care less. and yes floyd’s child also falls under azul’s protection plan.

SCARABIA

kalim al-asim

kalim is not too serious of a parent. he has no problem with child rearing but also he believes in sharing responsibilities with child rearing and said responsibilities are most certainly going to be shared with his mom and dad too. kalim also definitely needs to be restrained from spoiling his kids. and that would have to be you because hell no. you’re not going to let your kids become spoiled, entitled brats.

jamil viper

great seven forbid that jamil becomes a parent because then it would mean they would be born into a life of servitude for kalim’s children. but if he was a dad, jamil is pretty good. he keeps his cool all the time. he almost appears to never get angry with his kid. sometimes he gets annoyed but that’s it. his child knows they messed up if jamil gives him the “i’m disappointed in you” look. or worse, “you know better. i know you’re smarter than this” look. jamil’s cooking is also comfort food as well.

IGNIHYDE

idia shroud

it should be noted that idia is an anxious parent. he’s extremely anxious about being a parent and has fainted on occasion after being exhausted by his child. he has no problem with children, particularly seen with ortho. but idia’s worried about everything. going outside, his child getting hurt, sick. i know he’s a gamer boy but he is definitely very clean and his child will also be very clean. he’s giving his child a mask to wear to school even when there’s no pandemic and he’s thorough in making sure his child washes their hands and everything. idia knows all his child’s allergies, blood sugar, any accommodations they need.

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wolferine · 3 years ago

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Twilight: Breaking Dawn AU. Werewolf!Reader imprints on Natasha.

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word count: 2637

Request from anon: After reading your Twilight/Eclipse fic (WHICH I FELL IN LOVE WITH!), I couldn’t help but think of this and if you would accept this request: It doesn’t have to do with the previous fic but a different scenario in the same AU. A Natasha x Avenger Werewolf reader

What if Reader was part of a wolf pack but was recruited by Fury to join the Avengers! So when Fury introduced Reader to the team and the first time Reader saw Natasha, she imprinted on her! So during the time, Reader is very protective of the red headed assassin but won’t tell anyone she imprinted on Nat.

But then the wolf pack decides to go after the Avengers for influencing Reader to leave the pack. It’s kind of like that Breaking dawn part 1 scene JUST MINUS THE BABY THING😂 And that is when Wanda mind reads Reader’s mind and reveals that Reader had imprinted on Natasha, which leaves the Red head surprised! (Basically its the scene when Edward tells everyone Jacob imprinted on Reneesmee)

And at the end, Natasha reciprocates her feelings for Reader too!

AN: I made some tweaks to the introduction of Y/N because I just did another fic where they were also recruited by Fury. Hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!

(Also, despite that I wrote another Twilight-inspired fic, this one is not set in the same universe.)

“It’s a dog the size of a bear!” Coulson’s frantic voice rattles in Fury’s earpiece.

“A dog? The size of a bear?” Fury repeats with hesitance. “Have you forgotten that we are in the middle of New York, Coulson? And that the zoo hasn’t reported any missing animals—”

“Please hurry, sir! I swear I’m telling the truth!” Coulson pants like he’s chasing after something. “We’re gonna try to corner it on Mosholu and Webster!”

Shaking his head, Fury slams his foot on the gas, racing down the street at breakneck speed. Fortunately, it isn’t difficult for him to locate the half circle of unmarked black SHIELD cars surrounding what looks to be…an enormous dog roughly the size of a bear.

“What the hell?” Fury gets out of his vehicle, wondering if his eyepatch is preventing him from seeing properly. The dog, whose shoulder is even higher than his head, looks a little more like a wolf, in Fury’s opinion. It cowers against the wall, bloody teeth bared. Fury can see the whites of the animal’s eyes and the way it has its tail tucked between its legs, hackles raised in alarm.

“Everyone needs to back up,” Fury commands, pushing SHIELD agents aside. “Coulson, get the tranq.”

“I don’t know if it’ll work on an animal that size, boss,” Coulson mumbles.

“Then we’ll shoot it twice. Get it ready.” Fury approaches the snarling beast carefully, raising both hands. “Easy, easy,” he says.

The gigantic wolf snarls, the thick fur on the back of its neck standing up. Fury sees a large patch of blood on the wolf’s left shoulder and more dripping from its stomach.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, okay?” he says.

The wolf dips its massive head, flattening its ears.

“Now, Coulson!”

Coulson squeezes the trigger multiple times, firing off every available dart in the tranquilizer gun. They stick into the wolf’s pelt and it roars in anger. However, it only takes seconds for the drugs to take instant effect and the massive creature slumps onto the ground.

Suddenly, there is the sound of creaking bones. Before Fury’s eye, the wolf flops and twists as it begins to shrink. Its fur disappears to reveal skin and the wolf’s paws turn into human hands and feet. After the transformation, the wolf is gone. In its place lies a human being.

Coulson stands next to Fury in disbelief.

“That’s definitely not a normal dog,” he mutters.

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You wake up on a soft bed and groan as you open your eyes. Your surroundings smell unpleasantly sterile, and as you roll over to your side there is a painful pull in your left shoulder.

“Careful,” a voice says. Your head turns slowly to look towards the sound. A man sits on a chair turned backwards, his arms bare in the vest he’s wearing to reveal the dark tattoo sleeve he has on his left arm.

“Where…Where am I?” you croak, examining yourself. You’re dressed in a flimsy hospital gown, and your entire left shoulder is wrapped in bloody gauze. You can also feel a patch wrapped around your stomach and right thigh.

“Let me ask the questions, okay?” the man says. There’s a bow propped up on the wall next to him. You shudder at the memory of being hunted with arrows by poachers. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You’re tired and in no mood to play around with him.

“And you can turn into a giant dog?”

“Wolf, actually,” you correct.

“Same thing.” The man shrugs. “Is that like, an at-will thing? Or only at the full moon?”

“I can change whenever I want. Including now,” you threaten.

The man stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “Cool it, White Fang. I have a co-worker who can turn into an uncontrollable rage monster, so you don’t scare me.”

“Whatever,” you mumble.

The door to your room opens and a redheaded woman walks in. As soon as you see her, something inside of you snaps. Your anxiety at being held captive melts away. This woman is glowing, like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Your wolf whines in her presence, in awe and submission.

It feels like you’re no longer being held down by gravity, but by her. She is the person you are meant to spend the rest of your life with. She is your soulmate and partner. You would do anything for her, be anything for her. Whatever she needed, you would be happy to provide her with. And in return, she would love and take care of you.

The only problem now was that this woman—whose name you don’t even know—doesn’t know about a wolf’s imprinting, nor does she know that you just imprinted on her.

“Um, hello? You still there, Y/N?” The man waves his arms in front of your face, blocking your view of the woman and you growl. “You’re not about to change on us, are you?”

“No,” you sigh. The woman looks at you, curiosity filling her gaze when she wonders why you are staring at her so intensely. It makes her uncomfortable, which you sense right away, and force yourself to look away.

“I’ll take over watch,” the woman says to the man, and he gets up, grabbing his bow on his way out.

“See you around, Lassie. Try not to give Nat any trouble.”

Nat.

The name fits her well. The woman takes the man’s seat, crossing her legs and staring at you. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to.

You’re already unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

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Once you’re cleared from the medical bay, the first thing you do is ask Fury for a job. Although you have a pack you once belonged to, tensions had been difficult lately. In fact, they were the reason you ended up in New York in the first place, having barely survived an attack by your own packmates.

Besides, you couldn’t just walk away now knowing that you had found your mate. She still didn’t know, and you weren’t sure how you would break the news to her either, but you would cross that bridge when you were ready.

Due to your shapeshifting talent, Fury approves of your hiring immediately and lets you join the team. You’re determined to show your worth (and especially look good in front of Natasha). But you can’t fight your anxiety every time you’re around her. There’s a lot of pressure to make the first move, or reveal your true feelings, but you know it’s too soon. As much as it pains you to wait, you have to build your trust with her first.

But slowly, Natasha begins warming up to you. You’re thrilled every time she initiates a conversation, although more often than not you catch yourself staring blankly at her, not even listening to a word she’s saying, totally smitten by her presence.

You try to spend every waking moment with her without it looking suspicious (a feat that is practically impossible). But as the newest member of the team, you have a lot of excuses to use: physical training, team-building exercises, meetings, public relations conferences, and the missions themselves.

One mission finds you racing through snow faster than cars traveled on the freeway. Your tongue lolls in the wind as snowflakes land on your pelt. You could literally care less about the conditions as you release your energy to destroy HYDRA robots left and right.

You grab the torso of one in your bone-crushing jaws and easily snap it in half as it gives a whirred cry and powers down. Another robot is pinned under your massive paws and you tear its head off, tossing it away with a howl of triumph.

Natasha fights nearby, holding her own, but when you see a group of robots head for her, you spring into action without hesitance. You wrap yourself around her protectively, your tail brushing her shoulder.

“Oh, hey,” Natasha says.

The robots circle both of you, and Natasha responds by firing her Widow Bites at them. As you don’t have any long-range weapons, you raise your hackles and growl at the robots menacingly. Although they don’t have emotions, you sense that they would rather turn and run than deal with you, if only for the better chance of survival.

You and Natasha take down a handful of robots, but more appear on the horizon, a never-ending army.

You bark at her—hoping that she’ll understand your intentions—and lie down. Natasha stares at you, confused. You bark again, lowering your head and thumping your tail against the ground impatiently.

“I…I don’t understand,” she says.

“Woof,” you repeat, using your head to beckon her closer.

“Oh!” She finally nods and swings her leg over your shoulders, leaning over your neck to press her face into your fur. You stand up, pushing off with your hind legs with such power that you soar over the heads of the robots, their blasts singing the hair on your stomach.

You feel Natasha’s fingers tighten in your fur as she holds on, but you would never let her fall as you run through the forest once more. Your heart bursts with happiness at the opportunity to share this intimate moment with your mate, and you wish you could voice your happiness to her.

When you regroup with the rest of the Avengers, you lie down so Natasha can dismount safely.

“Thanks,” she whispers, scratching you between your ears. A purr rumbles in your chest and you lean into her touch, breathing in her scent and closing your eyes in utter bliss.

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During one particular movie night bonding with the rest of the team, you’re tasked with making popcorn on the stovetop. Everyone settles on the couches in front of the television while you stand in the kitchen. Bruce plops himself next to Natasha and casually throws an arm around her shoulder.

Your wolf stirs inside of you and whines uncomfortably. Your jaw clenches to hold back from showing a visceral reaction—or worse, accidentally transforming—to Bruce’s close proximity to your mate.

Your enhanced hearing picks up the conversation between the two, and you’re happy Natasha isn’t pleased with Bruce’s flirting either.

“Yeah…no.” Natasha removes his arm from around her shoulder and scoots a whole cushion away.

“What?” Bruce chuckles, oblivious to her discomfort.

“Just…keep your distance, Banner.”

“Hey, Balto.” Clint, the archer of the team, has never eased up on using dog-related nicknames for you, but now that you know him, you don’t mind at all. “You’re about to burn the popcorn.”

“Huh?” You tear your eyes away from Natasha and Bruce and finally notice the smoke steaming from the popcorn pot. “Oh, Jesus—” You quickly move the pot to an empty burner and open the lid. Fortunately, Clint caught you in time and the popcorn is fluffy and unscathed. “Sorry,” you mutter, pouring the popcorn into a bowl Clint offers.

“You okay?”

“Making popcorn is hard work,” you lie, but Clint sees right through you. Your low-key infatuation with Natasha is not as low-key as you intended. He’s seen how protective you are of her on missions, and how annoyed you get whenever Bruce tries flirting with her. He doesn’t want to interfere though, and only hopes that you’ll ask her out soon.

After the last bowl of popcorn is made, you take it over to the couch and Tony begins the movie. You sit between Natasha and Bruce, careful to keep your distance from both of them, but Natasha moves closer right away. Her hand dips into the popcorn bowl on your lap and she winks at you.

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“Uh, I think you all need to come see this.”

Even before Clint said anything, you sense something is wrong. You race over to the window and look down. Ten gigantic wolves—your packmates—growl and snarl at the foot of the Tower.

“Someone call animal control,” Tony says.

“Don’t bother,” you dismiss. “I know them. All of them.”

“You called them here?” Steve asks.

“Of course not.”

“Then why are they—”

You don’t even hear the rest of Steve’s question because you’re racing for the stairs. Everyone else is wise enough to take the elevator, but you can’t risk wasting any time. Naturally, you reach the bottom floor before anyone else and burst out the door, leaping and transforming into your wolf mid-air.

You land on your paws, taking a defensive position and snarling. Your former pack leader, Sam, approaches you from the circle of wolves. He is the biggest of the pack, bigger than you even, with fur as dark as the night and eyes a golden yellow.

“Y/N,” he says, and you hear his voice in your head. In your wolf forms, you were able to telepathically communicate with each other. It had been months since you’d heard another person’s voice inside your wolf’s head. “You’re alive.”

“No thanks to you,” you say, hearing the rest of the Avengers file out of the Tower and cautiously wait behind you. “Why are you here?”

“To finish what we started.”

“You’re not gonna try anything tonight,” you snarl.

“Why not? You think those petty humans can take us on?” Sam teases.

“Some of them are less human than you and me,” you say.

Meanwhile, Wanda tries to read your mind to translate the interaction to the rest of the group.

“The black wolf says they’re here to ‘finish what they started,’” Wanda says, closing her eyes as she concentrates.

“And what exactly did they start?” Bruce asks.

“A fight?” Wanda guesses from the context. “It’s how Y/N ended up being found by Fury on the street.”

“But you’re not fighting anyone tonight,” you tell Sam.

“Why not?” He begins advancing on you, but you have no reason to shrink back. You think of Natasha, and Sam and the rest of the pack see your soulmate.

“Oh, my God,” Wanda gasps. She is almost blinded by your thoughts and the way you project Natasha. “Oh, my God.”

“What? What is it, Wanda?” Clint grabs Wanda’s arm to steady her.

“Y/N…Y/N imprinted,” Wanda says.

“Imprinted? What does that mean?” Natasha asks.

“It’s…It’s like this unbreakable bond a wolf has with someone else—their mate,” Wanda explains quickly. “When a wolf imprints on someone, they’re meant to be partners for the rest of their lives.”

“And who did Y/N imprint on?” Natasha asks.

“You.”

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“You sure know how to pick them, Y/N,” Sam says, with the wolf equivalent of a chuckle.

“We have no control over who we imprint on,” you say.

“Very true.”

“But the imprint also means you can’t hurt her, or anyone in her family,” you remind Sam of the sacred oath followed by the entire pack—whether or not the wolf was a current member.

“Also true.” Sam snarls in annoyance, but there’s nothing more he can do to you, Natasha, or your new family.

“So get the hell out of here,” you say.

Sam says nothing, shaking his head and backing towards his pack. The other wolves look at him with worry, confused why he would give up so easily. Sam barks orders to them and they slink back across the streets.

Once they are gone, you morph back into your naked human form. Natasha runs up to you, giving you her jacket to wrap yourself in.

“Thank you,” you whisper, dipping your head and brushing your nose along your cheek.

“Wanda said…you imprinted on me?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you answer, suddenly feeling very shy.

“So, what does that mean, exactly? Wanda’s explanation was a little rough,” she says.

You shrug, wanting to provide her with the simplest explanation possible. “It means I love you.”

“Well, that’s perfect.” She holds your arms and draws you closer, gently touching her lips to yours. “Because I love you, too.”

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navyinks · 3 years ago

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painting tips pt1: brushes

These are a collection of questions i’ve received & observations i’ve made. If anything’s unclear, feel free to hmu and I can elaborate ^-^

Disclaimer:

not a tutorial & i’m not a professional.

these are just my opinions, art is subjective

not comprehensive - i’m only gonna mention things i don’t see get mentioned in other tutorials. Do your own homework and read from a variety of sources :)

My general opinion is that brushes are both overused and underused. They’re not a replacement for learning the fundamentals. If you can’t paint well with the default round brush, it’s unlikely fancy brushes will do much beyond making your painting messy. In the example above I use a variety of brushes - but only because they contribute positively to the painting, not because i need them.

Brush settings: these depend on what kind of brush i’m using. I think of brushes as two types: ones that blend and ones that don’t:

For blending brushes, the settings you want to look out for are the amount of paint, density of paint and colour stretch. Play around with these until you’re satisfied with the results. Most of the time I prefer to tweak these settings on the same brush instead of making a new brush with a slightly different setting. These are the current settings on my watercolour brush in csp:

For non-blending brushes, opacity is the only one that that I change, though usually I paint on procreate at 100% opacity and set density sensitive to pen pressure. Most of my brushes are non-blending brushes. In the example above, only “sai water” is a blending brush.

Once you get to know what each setting does, you can even make your own brushes. Here is an anime brush I made - I still unironically use it because it has straights and curves, so the shape is interesting xD

On that note I thought I’d mention that I have the same opinion for art programs. Yes they are different and yes you should really get to know them properly as they are your workspace, but most programs have more than enough tools for you to make a digital painting.

Traditional painters buy new paintbrushes & play around with materials, so I think it makes sense for digital artists to do the same. You can get some for free or very reasonable prices on gumroad! For example, jin has a free set of textured brushes, and also a complete collection for the price of a takeaway. It’s a very good investment imo (I’ve purchased these and can definitely vouch for their quality) ^-^

I feel textured brushes are underused in the sense that people like to use them for rendering/blending and not much else. Here are a few ways I use textured brushes (full piece here)

I think textured brushes are especially cool when they replace using textures or even scatter pattern brushes. For example:

Bottom line - go crazy, think outside the box, work your brushes in every way imaginable. You don’t need very many, but you need to know them well.

Stamp brushes: imo these get overused, especially ones that come with popular programs like procreate & csp. The worst one is probably the cherry blossom brush on csp. Don’t just use them as they come - a little rendering goes a long way!! Remember that just because a brush looks a certain way doesn’t mean it has to look like that in your painting

Again, these are just my opinions and it’s a subjective matter. If there’s anything unclear or something i haven’t touched on feel free to come and ask :) Hope these tips are somewhat helpful! Part 2 will be about form & rendering, Part 3 probably about colour & light, but also lmk if there’s anything specific you’d like to see ^-^ Thanks for reading!

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telehxhtrash · 4 years ago

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A masterpost on Togashi’s gay subtext and why it’s intentional.

Hi ! After seeing so many posts about Togashi dropping subtext about Killua's possible romantic feelings for Gon, I thought it'd be a good idea to make a sort of "masterpost" with all the subtext that Togashi has included into his work.

I usually see a lot of people trying to say that HxH isn't about romance and that Togashi isn't interested in writing romance into the manga, but when you analyze all the subtext that's been going on the further Gon and Killua's relationship progresses, I think it's incorrect to say that Togashi has never hinted at the possibility of romance in HxH.

This is going to be a long post, enjoy your read!

Also, please note that I will only base this analysis on the manga, so there can be no mistake that "maybe this is just something the anime made gayer" : i want to prove that the subtext is 100% intentional on Togashi's part.

I'd also like to mention, although I will analyze it further after listing the subtext, that Togashi is a VERY smart man. There are always little details in the story and/or foreshadowing that are easily missed at first but when you notice them, it truly makes you understand how much attention and care Togashi puts into his work. There are countless details and symbolism that are analyzed daily through wonderful meta posts, from the main 4′s birthdays and their link to their character or the religious symbolism in Kurapika’s story arc.... Togashi loves to foreshadow and plant little details into his work, so when Togashi plants subtext, I'm sure he 100% knows that he's writing it, and it can't be seen as unintentional.

I'll also link all my references for this post at the end of it, so feel free to read all the additional textposts and content if you want to know more.

Well, let's get into it!

EDIT : i can’t believe this post is still being used as a reference it makes me so happy... thank you so much !!! i edited this to tweak it a bit because i wrote this a while ago and the phrasing seemed off to me, so if you’re reading or re-reading this post, hi, welcome to masterpost on gay subtext 2.0 !

GREED ISLAND ARC

Greed Island is to me the arc that lays down the nature of Killua and Gon's relationship. It's during this arc that we get to see a bit more of what Killua thinks, how he's lucky to have met Gon and that he feels really grateful. Gon’s behavior in this arc is also very affectionate, with him always reassuring Killua about his place next to him. While the scene where Killua thinks "You've got it backwards, Gon, I'm the one that's glad I met you." can't be considered as subtext, I think it's something that lets the reader know a bit more about how Killua feels towards Gon.

But other than this scene, which can clearly be dismissed as platonic, there are 2 more moments in the Greed Island arc that are layered in subtext.

• The Rainbow Diamond (chapter 151)

During their time in Dorias, Killua uses Risky Dice to gain cards from the slot machines. The first card that Killua gains is called "Rainbow Diamond", the description of the card being "A diamond that shines in a rainbow of colors. Propose with this diamond and she is guaranteed to say "yes"".

There are 3 different things we can take from this panel. First, the card is a marriage proposal card, so it's obviously romantic in nature. Second, the object is a RAINBOW diamond. And third, Killua, wanting to keep the card safe, gifts it to Gon.

In short, Togashi sat down at his desk, decided to draw Killua winning a MARRIAGE PROPOSAL CARD (it could've been any card, but Togashi CHOSE to make Killua win a marriage proposal card) that has a RAINBOW diamond on it and made Killua gift it to Gon.

While I personally don't think that subtext can be used to 100% ascert that Killua has romantic feelings for Gon, I think it's a funny little touch from Togashi, and I'm even gonna say a sort of hint towards how Killua's feelings for Gon are going to evolve in this arc and the next.

• “It has to be Killua” (chapter 166)

Now this is a scene that I've never seen anyone talk about, at least on Tumblr, but when I read a bit of analysis on it I was 100% convinced this was intentional subtext. I'm basically quoting here what this article explains, so if you want more detail, I recommend reading it.

As you probably recall, during their deadly dodgeball game against Razor, Killua decides to sacrifice his hands to ensure that Gon could use all his strength. When confronted about it, Killua insists that it's nothing, and Gon shocks him by saying that he knew all along that he was hurting himself for his sake.

Gon then says that it can only be Killua holding the ball, and that it has to be Killua, resulting in Killua being absolutely awestruck and embarassed. I'm also going to talk about the anime adaptation for this one, because it's perfectly executed and translates extremely well the nuance that the second sentence bears. If you want to rewatch it, this scene happens in episode 70. It's worth noting that in the anime, we see Killua not reacting to Gon's first sentence, but losing his composure entirely when Gon says the second sentence. But why ?

The reason was lost in translation. His exact words are "Booru wa Killua ga motte-kurenai to. Killua ja nakya dame nan da.". Both sentences basically say the same thing : It has to be Killua holding the ball. That second sentence can be translated literally as "If it's not Killua, that won't do." However, the second sentence, in a different context, can also be used to say a totally different thing.

While it's certain that Gon used this sentence in the context of the dodgeball match, the sentence "~ja nakya dame nan da" also serves as a confession of one's feelings in japanese. It's basically the equivalent to "you're the one for me". When you google the sentence, it turns up romantic songs, forum posts asking what it would translate to in English and posts on how to confess to someone.

The sentence basically drowns in romantic subtext. As mentioned before, Killua has no reaction to the first sentence "Booru wa Killua ga motte-kurenai to.", but loses his composure at the second one, and I think that was a very deliberate thing Togashi wanted to convey : this sentence has an additional layer, and clearly Killua is taking it to heart.

I will come back to this specific subtext in a bit, because we can parallel it with another subtext-y situation, so please keep it in mind for now.

CHIMERA ANT ARC

Now onto the sad gay arc! This arc is so RIDDLED in subtext and parallels that it's making me lose my mind.

• Gon, you are light. (chapter 199)

This scene is just... So romantic in nature. I’m not too objective on this, but I really do believe that this moment is the exact moment Killua fell in love with Gon and started to realize he felt a bit more than friendship towards him. It’s Killua respecting Gon for who he is, realizing that he’s light and he’s always been, he’s the one who saved him and who’s always been so bright and optimistic and always makes the best out of any situation. In this scene, Killua lets himself drown in Gon’s light, allows himself to feel this “wow” moment of pure admiration and love, and it’s absolutely beautiful.

It's extremely important to take the context of this scene into account. What happened is that Killua, who has been struggling mentally for the entire series with the fact that he's always running away, ran away once more, leaving Kite to die with Pitou. This ENTIRE chapter is literally adults absolutely DESTROYING Killua, first Kite's troupe bashing him for leaving Kite behind, and then Netero, Morel and Knov coming in like icing on the cake telling Killua that "After all, he's just a kid", and that he should hurry up to his mommy.

Killua is beating himself up for running away again, got destroyed by Kite's team and 3 extremely strong pro hunters. His morale is down in the drains right now. He expects Gon to be mad at him for betraying Kite, for running away once again, for leaving Kite to die alone and ripping Gon away from Kite : he expects that he'll lose Gon for his cowardice.

HOWEVER, the first thing that Gon says to Killua after having been passed out for god knows how many hours is "Thank you".

Gon woke up and instantly eased up all of Killua's fears : he wasn't a loser for running away, and Gon was actually thankful for him. Gon, at this moment, was the only one that showed kindness, understanding and gratefulness towards Killua. Gon even goes so far as saying that he knows that Kite isn't dead, and that they have to help him. At this instant, Gon is truly Killua's saving grace. He's the one that trusts him with his entire heart, and believes in his choices when even he can't believe in himself. Gon is truly Killua's light at this precise moment, because he was the only one who supported him, trusted him and reassured him in this awful situation.

How can someone shine so bright in such a terrible situation ? How can someone be so positive that nothing bad will happen ?

Gon asserting all of this makes Killua respect him a lot. Keep this word in mind, because it’s going to be important in the next piece of subtext I’m analyzing, because those two scenes canonically follow each other and are basically Togashi highlighting that something special happened when Killua called Gon his light, and that his feelings deepened.

• Introduction to Palm's character (chapter 200)

This piece of subtext is very very easy to miss but it's one of the most important subtext-y scene, because coupled with the “Gon, you are light” scene, it’s very clear that this dialogue is deliberately highlighting Killua’s feelings.

This chapter introduces Palm's character (which, imo, is a character introduced for the sole intent of being a catalyst to Killua's feelings towards Gon, but I'll talk about it in my post talking about the CAA parallels) - edit: i talked about this briefly here.

So, Killua having looked into Gon's eyes for like 10min straight and concluded that Gon was the light of his life a chapter ago, is now chilling with Gon as they meet Palm.

Palm takes them to a café and STRAIGHT OFF THE BAT harasses them about how much she's in love with Knov. Like when I say harassing, it's literally a whole page of her explaining her feelings towards Knov.

There are two interesting things that can be drawn from this interaction.

First, it's extremely easy to draw parallels between Palm's situation towards Knov and Killua's situation towards Gon. Palm starts by saying how amazing her master is, that she probably has special feelings for him but the most important thing is to respect the other person. Remember how I talked about how this last scene was Killua having a surge of deep, deep respect for Gon ? Palm makes sure to highlight that special word, that it’s important to respect someone when it comes to love.

She then goes on to say that she hasn't said anything to Knov, and never will. All of this adds nothing to the story, it's empty dialogue, Togashi could've introduced Palm in virtually any other way possible, but he chose to drag her and the gay duo to a café and make her have a monologue about love RIGHT after the extremely emotional panel of Killua declaring that Gon is his light just a chapter ago.

But there's more. Not only does Palm monologue for a while about love, but after finishing her monologue, this happens :

This panel features ONLY Palm and Killua, her looking at him like the psycho she is, and straight up telling him that "love can suddenly spark out of nowhere, don't you think so?".

What's so interesting about this is the fact that Togashi made the deliberate choice to have Palm say this to Killua and Killua ONLY, which after the gay existential crisis he had last chapter, can very much be applied to his situation. Love DID spark out of nowhere, and Togashi wants you to notice. Togashi could've made Palm say this to herself, with no distinct listener like the last panel, but he made the conscious choice to draw this panel with Palm adressing herself to Killua SPECIFICALLY.

Those two pieces of subtext, that fit perfectly together, make me believe 100% that Togashi knows what he's doing and he's not unintentionally planting gay subtext in his work. The fact that Togashi sat at his desk, drew Killua calling Gon his light, and then followed this scene with the introduction to a character who picks Killua apart to tell him that "love is something that just happens, don't you think?" is 100% proof that Togashi knows what he's doing.

• Date with Palm (chapters 217 and 218)

I think this situation has many layers, but many people still dismiss it as bro behavior so I'm gonna try my best to counter argue. First of all, and although that's not proof of anything, Killua looks EXTREMELY distressed by the prospect of Gon going on a date with Palm, but that can be counter-argued by saying that Killua is just worried because Palm is completely crazy.

What I want to talk about is the scene that happens right after, when Gon and Killua go to the gym (because theyre DUDES YEAH WE WORK OUT NO HOMO), and the conversation casually drifts to Killua asking Gon if he's ever been on a date before, valid question considering what just happened previously. There are multiple things here :

1) Killua seems distressed that Gon has been on dates before. While it can be argued that it's a normal reaction because Gon has and he hasn't, I believe that Killua - who is in no way a normal person who would get flustered about "not having been on dates before a certain age" - would not feel uncomfortable that his friend is more experienced than him - especially when literal seconds later, he monologues about how he doesn’t care about dates and just wants to stick with Gon.

2) Gon then proceeds to ask Killua if he's ever been on a date, to which Killua responds :

What I want to highlight is the panel where Killua says "And the truth is, I want to stay by your side... Always...". Basically, what Killua is saying, is that he doesn't care about dates, all he wants to do is be with Gon.

I don't think this can be counter-argued as bro behavior, but with all the subtext I've explained before, this right here is pretty gay. Togashi put this panel deliberately to show that Killua doesn't give a crap about dates when he can stay with Gon, and with the "gon you are light" scene and everything in mind, this is another intentional subtext.

There's also the fact that Killua stalks the date like a jealous girlfriend - but I'm not gonna count that as subtext because it can be argued that he's just worried about Gon because Palm is insane.

• Gon is my best friend ! (chapter 219)

Remember how I told you to keep the "It has to be Killua" subtext in mind because I was gonna come back to it later ? Well.

During Palm's date with Gon, Killua runs into Rammot, who would definitely have ran into Palm and nenless Gon. Killua is forced to confront his worst fear : this is the moment where he knows that if he runs away again, Gon WILL die. Killua is literally overcoming his "programming", the physical representation of years of abuse out of love and care for Gon. He's ripping out the needle from his forehead out of pure, genuine care for Gon, because if he doesn't, then he'll lose him forever.

Now, what I actually wanna talk about is this panel :

What we see is Killua thinking happy thoughts about all his adventures with Gon because he can't - won't - doesn't want to run away anymore, and all this for his sake. But what I wanna draw attention to is the dodgeball panel that's bigger than all the others, and the only one where you can actually clearly make out what's written : "Killua ja nakya dame nan da".

Now, isn't that interesting that the panel that takes a bigger place in the whole panel is the one with this particular sentence? Remember what I talked about a bit earlier, about how "~ ja nakya dame nan da" is a sentence with a lot of romantic connotations (would pretty much equal to "you're the one for me" in English). Clearly this particular sentence stuck with Killua.

I'm not completely objective on this matter since I firmly believe that at this point, Killua has romantic feelings for Gon, but I interpret this as another deliberate thing Togashi did : putting the panel bigger so we can see that it has a particularly significant importance to Killua, and Killua's state of mind right now (not wanting to lose Gon).

In my opinion, two things happened here: One, Killua remembers this specific interaction because he knows how much Gon trusts him and he doesn't want to betray his trust. But I also firmly believe that Killua remembered this specific interaction because of the romantic connotation the sentence "Killua ja nakya dame nan da" has. Those words clearly shocked him, and I think he remembers them in this life-threatening situation, after the "gon you are light" scene, Palm talking about "love just happens", the "i want to stay with you, always" because he realizes that he wishes Gon would say that sentence in a romantic context, and not in the context of the dodgeball match, thus leading him to surpass himself to prove his love and perhaps live to see the day where Gon could say those words in that romantic context.

Now, of course, all of this is my interpretation, so it's really up to debate, but I really wanna highlight the fact that Togashi deliberately CHOSE to highlight this particular interaction between Gon and Killua, this sentence with romantic subtext, to lead Killua to finally break his chains and be able to be protect Gon fully. It’s also interesting to note that the 2011 anime adaptation also makes it a point to emphasize how deep these words stuck to Killua by making it the last flashback that makes Killua effectively rip out the needle out of his head.

Also let's quickly mention the irony in the situation here : while Gon is on a romantic date, Killua fights to protect him, overcoming his weakness to prove his love. It’s not Palm who deserves that date, it’s Killua.

• A lovers’ suicide (chapter 286)

Now, onto the most important piece of subtext, that can not be counterargued as platonic in any way, shape or form. During the palace invasion, Killua leaves Gon's side, proceeds to go kick Youpi's butt only to have to fall back because he used up all his electricity nen. When Killua is charging up, he meets with Meleoron, and tells him that once he's done charging, he'll go back to Gon's side.

They briefly exchange information about the battle, and then Meleoron proceeds to ask Killua what's the plan for him and Gon. That's when Killua explains that "Once Gon is like this, he won't budge an inch. Worst case scenario, it'll be a double suicide.". At worst they both die, cool. They “go down in flames together”. It’s actually much, much more meaningful than that.

The specific word that Killua uses for double suicide is "心中" (shinjuu), which is a heavily romantically connotated word in japanese. Shinjuu, also translated as "lovers’ suicide", is when two people die out of love, by the same method, because there's a belief that this'll allow those two people to spend eternity together. Shinjuu is a major theme of Japanese literature, and it is always used romantically. It's a very uncommon word to use to refer to two people dying together, because of its heavy romantic connotation, and because it always refers to double suicide committed by people bound by love. In literature, it always refers to two lovers, in love. If you want to read more on shinjuu, i suggest this and this, those articles explain its historic roots and the definition, also emphasizing the feeling of "oneness" that characterizes shinjuu. If you’re interested, I also suggest reading the japanese article that defines shinjuu, and hitting the google translate button, it has some pretty interesting sentences like “Shinjuu is traditionally committed by men and women out of mutual love, in the hope that they will be connected in the afterlife because they can't be together in this world.”

So basically, what Killua is saying is that he wants to go back to Gon's side to die with him, committing a "lovers’ suicide" because he doesn't want to leave Gon to die alone, and wants to die with him.

I also want to emphasize how special this word is to Killua, and that he and everyone around him know the special meaning of this word - In chapter 300, Ikalgo literally says "We were... No, KILLUA was ready to commit shinjuu with Gon". Ikalgo is really highlighting the fact that this word holds special meaning, especially to Killua, and that it was HIM who was willing to commit shinjuu by staying with Gon. Ikalgo and company dying with Gon wouldn't be shinjuu, but Killua dying with Gon would be, and Togashi emphasizes this through Ikalgo's thoughts.

This is pretty much the gist of it, but I suggest reading the wonderful post I linked in the references below if you want to know more about this specific subtext.

(edit : i actually wrote a post going a bit more into detail on Killua’s shinjuu wish if you want to read it here ! :3)

• “The one that Gon needs the most is you” (chapter 294)

I will go into this subtext more in details when I write the post about parallels in CAA, but I still want to talk about it briefly here.

Like I said before, to me, Palm was introduced as a catalyst for Killua's feelings towards Gon. Togashi purposefully wrote Palm as having romantic feelings for Gon to foil Killua's feelings for Gon and make him show jealousy towards Palm.

To Killua, Palm is someone who stole Gon from him, he sees her as a threat because maybe she'll make Gon happier than he does ? (ofc we all know thats not true but Killua is baby) - Basically, Killua thinks Palm might be more important to Gon than Killua is, because he believes they are romantically involved. That's why when he sees her again later on, after Gon rejected his help, leaving Killua helpess as to how to save his dear friend, Killua sees Palm as a saving grace.

He knows that if Gon sees Palm as a chimera ant, he will spiral down even more, so he tries to reason with her to get her to be gentle to Gon, because if not her, then who could? Palm would clearly be able to comfort Gon, with whom Killua believes is romantically involved with, better than him, right ? If Gon rejected Killua, then clearly Palm could help, since she seems closer to Gon (BECAUSE HE BELIEVES THEYRE DATING), right?

This confrontation between Palm and Killua closely ressembles a situation like an ex confronting a new girlfriend - and I think this is exactly why Togashi wrote Palm this way. He wanted Killua to confront who he thought was a threat to their relationship, making him believe that this person who's """"dating"""” Gon is more important to him than himself, only to have her openly admit that she means nothing to Gon. The only one Gon needs is Killua.

And that, my friends, coming from someone you believe is romantically involved with your best friend (who you probably have a crush on), someone you're jealous of, the one you thought was the person most important to him, that's a pretty meaningful statement.

Basically, what's happening, is that Palm reaffirms that Gon holds Killua closer than a potential romantic partner. And that's why Killua is so, so happy to hear that. He was questioning his entire relationship, questioning if Gon even cared about him, because he rejected him a few minutes before, but then his "rival" comes in and reaffirms that even she knows that no one comes close to Killua to Gon.

I also want to mention that this act of pure love (Killua only thinking of saving Gon when in a life threatening situation) is what made Palm come back to her human senses. d'awwwwww

• Illumi and Hisoka’s parallel on lovers who die of Alluka’s requests. (chapter 323)

Now onto the final significant subtext - while I don't particularly think of it as subtext-y, I know a lot of people have so I still want to include it here.

When Illumi explains Alluka's powers to Hisoka, he explains that there are two different types of linked deaths when a request is failed : 1) the person who failed + the person they love the most 2) the person who failed + the people they spent most of their time with.

When applied to Killua, Hisoka naturally comes to the conclusion that no matter the outcome, Gon would always be the one dying with Killua, because he's spent so much time with him, and because he's the one that Killua loves the most. In the panel where Illumi explains this, we see a romantic, heterosexual couple demonstrating the effects of not completing one of Alluka's requests, and thus the "most important person dying".

While not making any true parallels, the fact that Hisoka, and the readers, are drawn to compare a heterosexual, romantic pairing to Killua dying with Gon because he's his "most important person" is an interesting piece of subtext.

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I want to finish by talking about Killua's birthday and how significant it is in my opinion. All the main 4 characters have birthdays that fall on specific dates, related to Japanese tradition, and often with events that can be associated to their character. Gon's is 5/5, which is Children's Day. Kurapika's is 4/4, the number 4 being considered an unlucky number, and this being an unlucky day to have a child. Leorio's is 3/3, Hinamatsuri (not really any main parallels here but still). But Killua's birthday is 7/7, and is the Japanese day to celebrate Tanabata.

If you are not familiar with Tanabata, the story is as follows : Orihime is a princess who works for her father, working hard and well, but she laments the fact that because of her hard work she can't meet someone and fall in love. Her father arranges for her to meet Hikoboshi, allowing Orihime to leave because he expects her to come back to work for him, but the two immediately fall in love and get married, and she never returns. I won't get into the rest of the story as it's this part that interests me the most, but if you want to read more about Killua and Tanabata I suggest reading the post I referenced below.

Does the story of Orihime remind you of anyone ? Killua also works for his father, but laments the fact that he can't go outside and meet someone. His father then lets him go, saying, and i quote: "he will come back, because he's my son". Doesn't this remind you of the tale of Tanabata ? Killua's story references the tale of Orihime perfectly, and I believe this is intentional : Killua's birthday isn't of any importance to the plot, so why make it Tanabata, a day that celebrates a love story that closely ressembles Killua's story ? The answer is simple : subtext.

With all this in mind, I think it's pretty clear that Togashi is writing intentional subtext to hint at Killua's feelings being romantic in nature. Togashi is a master writer, he has years of experience, and I strongly believe he knows what he's doing and not planting unintentional subtext. He's a very smart man, and knows how all of this can be interpreted.

I will finish by saying that Togashi is NOT an author that would deliberately queerbait his readers. So many people dismiss the possibility of having gay subtext leading onto an actual canon gay relationship because "it's not like the author would ever have gay main characters". While this holds true for a lot of manga authors, especially shonen manga authors, it does NOT apply to Togashi.

Togashi has always displayed interest in queer subjects and queer representation, putting trans characters in all of his major works (Miyuki in YYH, Mikihisa in Level E and Alluka in HxH). There were also canonically gay characters in his previous works : Itsuki in YYH, and a character named Kuramoto in Level E.

Togashi also always had interest in mangas having BL elements, citing Maya Mineo's "Patalliro!" as a manga he was attracted to during High School. If you're unfamiliar with Patalliro, the story focuses on the main character's love life as a gay man. He also admitted to basing Hiei's (YYH) design off a character from that manga.

Last but not least, Togashi mentioned in a note included in volume 1 of YYH that he wanted to write a sports manga, called The Trouble Quartet, where basically all the characters are gay. Togashi said he based it off his own interests as a writer, and that while it was refused by Shonen Jump, he got deeply attached to the project and that he would love to explore this project in a different shape once he made a name for himself. I suggest reading this post because the parallels between The Trouble Quartet and HxH are HILARIOUSLY accurate.

In short, Togashi has always had interest in queer matters, and was always interested in putting queer representation in his work. After YYH, which was a terrible experience for Togashi as a writer, he managed to snatch a contract that basically allows him to do whatever he wants with HxH. Having always held dear BL matters but never being able to explore it to his full intent, I believe Togashi is exploring queer identity further with HxH, because Shonen Jump basically lets him do anything.

To conclude, with Togashi's past experience and skill, his interest in queer representation, and the amount of subtext surrounding Killua, I honestly believe that Togashi is trying to explore further queer representation, and I wouldn't be surprised if HxH ends with Gon and Killua becoming a canon pairing, whether it be delivered in an ambiguous manner or not.

Edit : I actually wrote a post on why I believe it won’t be ambiguous, and that it’s truly never been ambiguous, just developing : here.

I hope you enjoyed the read, thank you for reading all of this, and feel free to show this to anyone who denies subtext in HxH !

REFERENCES

- "It has to be Killua" - Medium article, "Impossibilities in Translating Queerness : The Dodgeball Dilemma"

- Palm's Date Scene - Reddit post, "Togashi's love of Ambiguity: Chapters 217 and 218"

-A thematic analysis of Palm’s character : ”The Issue With Palm”

- Shinjuu - Tumblr post by hunterxhell, "A lovers' suicide, I guess." : + the post that mentions Ikalgo talking about shinjuu

- An analysis on different subtext-y situations

- Illumi and Hisoka’s parallel : here and here

- Killua’s birthday : "Killua, July 7th, and the significance of his birthdate”

- Togashi's interview mentioning Mineo's Patalliro

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Something that's been bugging me for years since the Legends finale. If Zhan had been the writer for Rebels, do you think he would have had Thrawn bomb Lothal to bring Ezra out? On the one hand, from Legends Thrawn's portrayal I imagine he would without a second of hesitation. On the other, Canon Thrawn has been much more... restrained? And on a third point, there's the fact that Legends and Canon Thrawn seem like they really could be the same person just at different points of time. cnt in next

...I'm just curious if anyone else was curious if Zhan agreed with that direction taken. Which, on that note, did Zhan ever say anything about his thoughts on how Rebels handled Thrawn? Both from a writing standpoint as well as an acting and musical one (Thrawn's various leitmotifs)?

Oh man. Ohhhhhhhh maaaaan. My friend, you have asked exactly the right person this question, because not only have I wanted to talk about this multiple times before, but I also have ~receipts~. 👀

⚠️Spoiler warnings for Star Wars: Rebels, The Mandalorian, the canon Star Wars novels Thrawn, Thrawn: Alliances, Thrawn: Treason, Thrawn Ascendency: Chaos Rising, and Thrawn Ascendency: Greater Good, and the legends Star Wars novels Heir to the Empire, Dark Force Rising, The Last Command, and Outbound Flight.⚠️

Oh man. Where to begin.

Lets start with who Thrawn is, because depending on who you ask, you're gonna get different answers—whether you're strictly a Legends fan, Dave Filoni, a guy who's only seen Thrawn in Star Wars: Rebels, Timothy Zahn, or just a writer/artist fan like me.

To Timothy Zahn, the man behind our favorite chiss, Thrawn is a character that is constant in both attitude and personality throughout all of his content. In multiple interviews, ranging from Thrawn's debut in Rebels to the latest about the writing of the Ascendancy Trilogy, Zahn states that Thrawn in canon and Thrawn in Legends are indistinguishable.

And so I present the receipts:

In a 2017 interview with The Verge on writing the first canon Thrawn book Thrawn, Zahn is asked the following question and responds as such:

How do you navigate bringing back a character who already has an extensive backstory and audience expectations, with telling a new story that fits in the new continuity?

Actually, I didn’t find that to be a problem. I’d never written Thrawn in this part of the Star Wars timeline, so it was simply a matter of bringing him into the Empire and chronicling his rise through the ranks. It’s still the same character as in the 1990s books, just a decade or two younger and in a very different military and political environment.

In another interview with The Verge in 2018 (a few months after the finale of Rebels aired) about writing Thrawn: Alliances, he repeats this sentiment twice:

Thrawn feels like if it had been written before the canonization purge a couple of years ago, or if you squinted a bit, it would serve as a perfect setup for Heir to the Empire.

Oh, I don’t think you need to squint at all. I wrote him in these two books to fit in with everything else I’d done. So if someone at Lucasfilm snapped their fingers, and suddenly all of my other books were canon, and there would be no real retrofitting that would have to go in. It would all fit together.

Thrawn: Alliances feels more at home in the new canon, especially because Thrawn has been fleshed out a bit more in Rebels. Was there any adjustments for that?

Not really. I’m getting to play with more canon characters like Vader and Padmé and Anakin, but the character himself, I still see him as the same person. He’s got goals, and he won’t necessarily share them with you, but he as long as you’re going the same direction, he’s happy to cooperate and assist along the way.

...and this is referenced again in a 2020 interview with Polygon about writing Thrawn Ascendancy: Chaos Rising:

Along with Thrawn’s appearance in Rebels, Zahn would pen a new novel, Thrawn, that chronicled the character’s early days as an Imperial officer. Zahn didn’t have to change anything with the character, telling me in 2017 that “he’s like an old friend who I understand completely.” While Heir to the Empire was no longer canon, a reader could easily read Thrawn as a precursor to that classic novel. Thrawn went on to become a major presence in Rebels, and Zahn continued to explore his origins in Thrawn: Alliances and Thrawn: Treason.

The next day, an interview with IGN was published on the same subject:

Thrawn is an especially unique case because Zahn has been able to effectively continue the work he started way back in 1991 with Heir to the Empire. That novel may not be a part of official Star Wars lore any longer, but as Zahn explained, Thrawn himself is basically the same character regardless of continuity.

[....] The closest comparison between Chaos Rising and Zahn's earlier EU work is probably 2006's Outbound Flight, which is set during the Clone Wars and details the first encounter between Thrawn and the Galactic Republic (while also retroactively laying the groundwork for elements of Heir to the Empire). That novel is no longer canon, but Zahn told us he prefers to operate as if it were. He's making a concerted effort not to retread the same ground as Outbound Flight and to avoid contradicting the events of that novel as much as possible.

So yeah. In Zahn's opinion, Legends Thrawn is Canon Thrawn is Book Thrawn, and there is no difference whatsoever between Thrawns in, say, Outbound Flight, Heir to The Empire, Alliances, and Chaos Rising. I wholeheartedly disagree, but lets move on.

Now that the books are out of the way, its time for Rebels.

In July of 2016, after the trailer announcing Thrawn's canon debut aired, Dave Filoni had the following to say about Thrawn's character in regards to Timothy Zahn:

“I was pretty adamant with a couple of people saying, ‘Listen, we need to have Tim sign off on this. This is kind of a waste of time [otherwise],'” says Filoni. “We, of course, can do what we want with a character that Lucasfilm owns, but without Tim’s okay, what does it mean? That’s not going to be good. Once we had some stuff, we wanted to do what we thought was right and make the character. Then we brought him in. We had the production fully prepared. I said, ‘Look, if there’s something that Tim says that I think is really valuable, even if it changes something dynamically, we need to be ready for that and see what we can do.’ I wanted to make sure we did this right by everybody. We brought him in and we didn’t really tell him why. We just flew him up to Lucasfilm and sat him down in a theater and said, ‘Hey, we’re bringing Thrawn into the show.’ He was like, ‘Wow.’ and I said, ‘Yeah, wow. And I’m going to show him to you right now and you let me know what you think.'”

(Before we continue, keep that first highlighted sentence in mind for future reference. I'm going to come back to that later.)

Fortunately, Timothy Zahn was delighted at the show’s approach to the Empire’s imposing blue-skinned Chiss.

“We showed him some of the scenes with him,” Dave Filoni recalls. “He looked like a kid in a candy store. I think it meant a lot to him not just because it was his character, but because you have to imagine what he went through when it was announced that everything is Legends now, not Expanded Universe. I get that and I’ve always appreciated the work that goes into the Expanded Universe… For Tim, I think it was us saying, ‘No, no, no. We really like your character. We want him to be part of the real thing. The canon universe.'”

So in 2016, before we even saw Thrawn in action beyond a trailer, we were told that Zahn gave the OK, and he was chill with the way Thrawn was created in the show. In 2017, he gave a little more of the background of this process in an interview with FANgirl Blog:

The events of Thrawn dovetail closely with Rebels and shed light on some of Thrawn’s more seemingly surprising actions on the show, like when he appears to lose his temper and yell at Lieutenant Lyste. What was it like to see Thrawn come alive onscreen? Is he how you’ve pictured him in your head?

I don’t see my characters in terms of voice or appearance, but rather as personality or attitude. That said, I very much enjoyed the way the Rebels team brought him to life, in his appearance, voice, and actions.

I also appreciated the freedom I had to tweak certain incidents, such as the one you mentioned, and give additional or alternate explanations for the viewers who may have thought those were somewhat out of character for him.

He doesn't really elaborate on this, but we can assume he had SOME creative input on Thrawn's character, and he was overall pretty happy with the choices made in the show.

But then, we have this from that earlier 2017 the Verge article:

When did you learn that Dave Filoni was intending to bring Thrawn to Rebels, and did you have any input into how the character would be handled?

[...] I didn’t have any real input into how Thrawn was going to be handled, mainly because the lead time of an animated series is so long that much of season 3 had already been finished. But I trusted Dave and the team to do the character right. After all, why bring him into Rebels if you were going to drastically change him? Having seen the entire season now, I think we can agree that my trust was completely justified.

So... he didn't have "any real input," but was satisfied with it in the end? I guess? I don't know. We're getting into some contradictions now.

The last thing I've got in regards to Rebels is an interview Zahn did with the YouTube channel Star Wars Explained after the finale aired, where he responds to the following:

“So, maybe let's jump over to Rebels for a little bit. Now that it has wrapped up, how do you feel Thrawn was represented in Star Wars: Rebels?”

“They did a really good job—they not only understood the character and how to write for him, but they also understood the meta around how you defeat him. The only way to defeat Thrawn is to throw something at him he can't control, or can't anticipate. Given perfect knowledge and control, Thrawn will always find a way to win. But they understood, this is how you defeat him, these are the things we can use against him... so his portrayal in general, is very good; he's smart, he's anticipating, he's a step ahead of everybody, he's looking at clues and picking up on them, so I was very pleased with how the Rebels team handled the character."

I think these quotes answer many of your questions, so to answer your initial question: If Zhan had been the writer for Rebels, do I think he would have had Thrawn bomb Lothal to bring Ezra out?

Yes—but ONLY because at that point, the only established™️ Thrawn content was found in Legends, where Thrawn was a ruthless and calculating warlord.

However!

I do believe that if given the chance to re-write the Star Wars: Rebels finale using his now-canon novels as a solid background TODAY, Zahn would choose to not let Thrawn bombard Lothal's Capital City.

I believe this because he made one single very interesting creative choice when writing Thrawn that completely overwrote Thrawn's pre-established Rebels character: Thrawn was not responsible for the civilian deaths on Batonn—Pryce was.

And that's that on that.

A few months ago I would have ended it there, but today, Thrawn's story is no longer just contained in the novels and Rebels, but also in that of The Mandalorian.

This is where I will proudly say I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Before The Jedi aired, I was 100% sure that the next time we saw Thrawn, it would be nowhere NEAR the Empire, because Zahn was pretty adamant in the novels that Thrawn was only in the Empire to help. His. People.

So now he's apparently doing fuck-knows-what in fuck-knows-where and is STILL associated with the Seventh Fleet and Imperial Warlords???

Huh??? Despite the fact that he held no true loyalty to the Empire or to the Emperor??? It's been months and I'm still confused as fuck. Add to the fact that Zahn also doesn't know what the fuck is going on to the equation and we get a big fat question mark with one pretty clear answer that Filoni said himself that we have to keep in mind:

"We, of course, can do what we want with a character that Lucasfilm owns."

So I don't think Zahn has much control over Thrawn as we would all like to think. We can hope he gives us the crazy Thrawn and Ezra Space Adventure™️ novel all we want, but ultimately, Thrawn's fate does not rest in his hands.

If you guys have more to add please let me know!!! This is, obviously, a topic I am very passionate about, so I'd love to hear your thoughts!

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 4 years ago

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (4)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(people seem to like this for now but remember, no reblogs/comments then i’m gonna assume people lost interest. so show u enjoy this please!! <3 also someone drew fanart of Reader, check it out at the bottom! :3c)

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“Come ON Wilbur! Come with me to check out the huge village I found the other week!” shouted Tommy while making sure to get in his older brother’s way as much as possible. He figured if Wilbur was focused on him and not whatever ‘super important’ shit he was busy with then he’d join him.

Wilbur meanwhile was doing everything he could to sidestep and ignore said younger brother. Now usually he’d humor the much younger boy but Wilbur was sorta busy at the moment. There’s been murmurs of unrest within the L’manburg territory lately since new faces have joined their country.

Apparently they weren’t happy about the fact that Wilbur was a self appointed president, and likened him to a dictator because of it since no one got a say in his leadership role. Which Wilbur thought was highly unfair. He’d fought tooth and nail for his country, so they could have and enjoy all the freedoms to do as they pleased without Dream and his cronies breathing down their necks.

Everything he did he did for his country. But he didn’t want them to see him as some unsympathetic tyrant who didn’t listen to his people. He’s not Dream, he actually listens when they speak, even when they say they don’t like his self appointed role as president. So yes, Wilbur was sort of busy with more important things than goofing off and finding some random village. But instead of snapping he just sighed and said,

“Tommy, I’m working. We’re supposed to be running a country, remember?”

The aforementioned boy let out an aggravated sigh, he knows they have a duty to L’Manburg, he’s not stupid! But he also knows they need to be allowed to have some fun now and again too! Or they’ll go crazy! And Tommy was sure Wilbur would go mad if he stayed cooped up inside all the time working! So this was his way of dragging his brother out for his own good.

But Wilbur was being especially stubborn (wonder where Tommy got it…) and was refusing to budge.

“I don’t have time right now Tommy! Ask Tubbo or Fundy to tag along. I’m sure they’d love to go vandalize a village with you,” Wilbur distractedly said as he wrote down some notes in one of his books.

Tommy was tired of fighting Wilbur on this and decided to hell with it, he’d just take the L this time. So he scoffed and said “Whatever” in the most pissed off teen voice he could physically summon and turned away from Wilbur and stormed out of the brunet president’s house, making sure to slam the wooden door as hard as he could on his way out.

It seemed like all Wilbur did was mope around and WORK since they’d won independence from the Dream SMP. What the hell was the point of even FIGHTING for said freedom if Wilbur wasn’t even going to enjoy it??

Tommy pushed those thoughts away and went to search out Tubbo, he could always count on his best friend to follow him into some mischief! Unlike SOME people. And thankfully it didn’t take the rambunctious blond long to find his friend, and with a grin he ran and jumped on the shorter boy, making him yelp in shock and nearly fall. But then Tubbo saw who it was and started laughing and shoving the taller boy away half heartedly. But after goofing around a bit Tommy remembers why he’d searched out Tubbo in the first place.

“Oi Tubbo, come with me to this weird village I found the other week. I was gonna explore it when I found it but Wilbur said there was an emergency and I had to leave before I could,” he said as they both walked along the main path.

“Yeah sure, but why was it ‘weird’? Was it one of those ones that’s built somewhere stupid like half on a cliff?” Tubbo asked with a laugh.

The two laughed and Tommy explained that the village just looked different? Like there was no cobble! Which was ridiculous because in his opinion that was the best part of villages was all the cobble buildings. Not that he was biased or anything like an American.

But Tubbo just laughed and said sure, they could go check it out. He didn’t have anything else important to do today anyways. Tommy gave a triumphant ‘yeah!!’ because at least he got ONE of his friends to not be a total loser and go out to have some good old fashioned fun with him.

Tubbo told him to lead the way so they were off.

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Many blocks away in your village you were getting out of your ‘shower’, which was really just a waterfall hidden by thick trees and hanging vines behind your temple home. But it was the best shower you’d ever used thanks to how the water fell over you in huge sheets. You’d honestly stay in it for hours if you didn’t hate being bored just standing there. But you did get bored, so you got out and began drying off.

Once you were dry you started getting dressed in your usual outfit, then once done you paused before reaching down to grab the newest item of your outfit..

Your mask.

...

After your… horn discovery the week before you’d just laid in bed all day for a couple days. Not leaving your temple for any reason, not even to shower or eat. You’d have been feeling worse if you’d actually needed food but thankfully you didn’t, so when you finally got your ass in gear and got up to bathe you only felt marginally like shit. At least you had until you went to go bathe…...

But on that first day up you’d just stared at yourself in the reflection of the water and sighed. You didn’t have the urge to cry anymore, so that was a good thing. But you also weren’t a fan of the new horns or glowing eyes you’d had since ending up here. You weren’t even sure what KIND of horns these were?? And… call you crazy but you SWEAR they were bigger than they were before your stint laying in bed..

They’d only been little nubs before, not even as big as your thumb! But now they were at least five inches long and sort of splitting at the tips? It looked weird and honestly felt even weirder what with that velvety texture covering them. You made the foolish mistake of grumbling to yourself,

“Things couldn’t get weirder, right?”

And as if the universe heard you… you discovered a new ‘appendage’ on your body while you started to wash your body off. You’d been lost in thought, just scrubbing yourself with a soapy washcloth when you’d started reaching around to wash your back, your washcloth brushed against something protruding from the base of your spine, right above your ass. This time you didn’t start panicking, you think you were still worn out from the days previous, so instead of freaking out you just slowly craned your neck around to see if you could glimpse the...thing.

A tail.

You blinked, shocked but also.. confused? What in the absolute fuck? Why? When?? This time there was no sobbing or breakdown, you were honestly just puzzled. Are you ever going to STOP growing animal traits or what? Under any other circumstances you might even call the tail cute. It was small, probably just smaller than your hand and about the same shape too. And the majority of the top of it was the same color as your hair, but the sides (and underside after you got curious enough to look under it) were a soft white. With how you were in water the tail looked rather unimpressive and you couldn’t identify what kind of tail it was, but if it was at all connected to the horns then maybe deer? Or caribou? Reindeer? The last two seemed more likely since those animals’ females actually grew antlers you think.

Having to adjust to all this new shit practically every other day was giving you a headache. With a tired sigh you rubbed the area around the base of your antlers, soothed slightly by how the action dulled your headache. But you couldn’t ignore the issue at hand, so you swallowed down your unease and instead just decided since you couldn’t control these… unnatural features then.. well, you’d just cover them up or since that wasn’t possible for the horns now you’d just disguise them?

You’d been stumped for a while on how to even DO that but eventually you’d gone down to the village to feed the animals and you’d watched the armorer leave his house to get started working for the day. And you’d noticed the mask he wore pushed up on his forehead. That’s when the idea for a mask hit you. But you didn’t know how to make or even craft a mask, so you’d gone to the armorer and asked him about it. It was hard to grasp what he was saying clearly but after the months living with the villagers you’d picked up some stuff and could understand them some.

So you let him show you how to make a standard iron mask like his, though the first one he’d made hadn’t fit you in the end so he’d made a second after tweaking the size a bit so it’d fit your face right, since your face shapes weren’t the same. But you were thankful and said so after you put it on. Though the eye holes still revealed your eyes, which you didn’t like. You asked how hard it would be to put reflective lenses in them to prevent your eyes from being seen.

That question turned into the armorer calling over the cartographer, the stonemason, and the shepherd oddly enough to help him out. They were murmuring and crowding around the armorer’s workstation while you watched from the edge of the porch where you sat idly. You didn’t want to hover over them like some busybody, so you sat patiently to see what they came up with together.

And after a while your patience was rewarded when they came over to show you the fruit of their collaboration. And it surprised you how gorgeous it was, which wasn’t fair since you had 4 skill masters working on it together for you.

The mask was actually very beautiful.

It was a white half mask that only covered your eyes, forehead, and upper nose/cheeks but left the lower half of your face bare. And you think it was simply painted white because it felt about as heavy as iron, but the part that amazed you was how it almost looked Venetian in design. On the forehead of the mask was a golden sun, and golden floral swirls came from the corners of the mask and curled near the cheeks and sides of the sun on the forehead, making the mask look elegant and almost vintage.

But the best parts in your opinion were the glass lenses in the eye holes. They were reflective and the same colors as your banner! You don’t know how the villagers did it but the edges of the lens were a goldish orange and the color faded into a violet in the center. You worried you wouldn’t be able to see through them but when you put the mask on you realized the lens only gave things a VERY slight blue/grey tint. So slight in fact that you could fully ignore it if you wanted.

And the second best part was some of the floral swirls actually swirled UP past the top edge of the mask and rested against your horns, giving the illusion that they were somehow part of the mask. Actually with the mask on you could almost trick yourself into thinking you were just wearing a cool looking Mardi Gras mask!

You clapped your hands in glee and couldn’t help the excited sound you let out as you gushed and told them it was perfect! They all let out bashful happy murmurs and generally looked shyly pleased with your praise. You tried to give them each some emeralds but they refused to take them, grunting and shaking their heads each time you attempted to push the gems towards them. Eventually you gave up and resigned to accepting the mask as a gift, but you’d definitely do something nice for them later, to make up for their hard work.

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You’d taken to wearing the mask at all times when not in the privacy of your temple. Which wasn’t very hard to get accustomed to. The mask was lightweight and the lenses honestly helped shield your eyes from the glare of the sun so win/win. And it also made your horns, in your opinion at least, less in your face. Which was good because they were definitely still growing. You could tell. And the split in the tip was now more pronounced, making you wonder if they were like… reindeer antlers? It would fit with the tail currently growing out the base of your spine, said tail that now looked REALLY like a fluffy little deer tail since the hair/fur on it had dried.

One good thing was that your tail wasn’t long or huge and could actually be hidden relatively easily under a shawl you tied around your waist. So that was one less thing to worry about. Though your life would infinitely be easier if you didn’t have to deal with all this inhuman bullshit. But you supposed life wasn’t fair and expecting it to be was foolish.

“At least I’m not part some weird animal like an aardvark or something…” you mumble to yourself, trying to view this whole thing in a ‘glass half full’ sort of way.

You’d decided to relax and unwind from your recent discovery by just taking things easy for a while. First day since you got the mask and such you just chilled and started a small farm for yourself. You didn’t need the food but the process of building the farm and toiling the earth and then sowing the seeds was actually pretty therapeutic. The repetition of it all was pretty calming. Just you, your gardening tools, and the earth beneath your feet.

The days following were pretty much the same. You’d tend your garden first thing in the morning after your shower, then you’d go off to find something else easy to fill your time. You took up feeding the animals, making flower boxes and planters around the town to make it more colorful, potion brewing, and even fishing. Which was what you were doing right now actually.

You were sitting on the edge of the pond next to your temple, bare legs in the cool water and your back resting against the side of another grass block, an enchanted fishing rod you’d traded the town fisherman for sitting stuck in the ground next to you while you relaxed. The day was actually quite beautiful and nice. Sun streamed down over you from between the bamboo behind you, fluffy fat bees buzzed overhead as they hunted lazily for pollen, and you were close to dozing off.

“Hnn! Hnn! Hnnn!!”

At least you would have dozed off if you hadn’t heard one of the villagers sorta freaking out. You looked up and saw one of the farmers panickedly shuffling about at the top of the small hill to your left. You wondered if zombies got into the village again? But no it was sunny out, they’d be burning if they did. Illagers maybe? But how would they have gotten around the bamboo and prickly berry bushes?? Well there wasn’t anything else for you to do than do see what was wrong.

You put away your fishing rod, got up and dusted yourself off before hurrying up the hill after the villager. You trailed after them down the lantern lit path but so far didn’t see anything, but you perked up when you heard telltale sounds of one of the iron golems fighting something and taking damage. That put some urgency in your gait and soon you were running to see what was going on. You rush past the fletcher’s home and then the cartographer’s right after but nothing. Then you finally round the corner where the market is set up and see at the very end of the path next to the cleric’s church is the altercation.

You sprint down the path, yelling for the villager’s to stay inside until you ring the town bell as you run past them. You hear the doors slam closed behind you and you manage to get to the problem right as your iron golem gives one last cry before getting poofed. You gasp sadly and then glare when you hear cheering. A blond boy that was shorter than you hopped down from a dirt block tower and scooped up the fallen iron ingots the poor iron golem dropped upon its death.

You were so pissed that you ignored the nagging feeling in the back of your focus that said this kid looked familiar. It wasn’t until he finally turned to look at you that it hit you. Holy shit this kid looked… and sounded.. like that minecraft youtuber, TommyInnit.. Like eerily so. You’re glad you’re wearing your mask so he can’t see the deer in headlights (*ba-dun-ts*) look on your face at the sight of him. And your shock didn’t fade with him speaking. If anything it reinforced the idea that this kid was weirdly reminiscent of that youtuber.

“Holy fuck! You are a MASSIVE woman. Wait, who the fuck are you?!” he said in a loud tone of voice as he looked up at you. It made your eyebrows furrow. You were NOT that big! He was just short! You even crossed your arms and told him so, which earned a snicker from the little brown haired boy in dark green overalls next to him. The blond boy scoffed, looked fully offended, snarked back that you were about the same height as a ‘bloody fuckin’ iron golem!’ so yes you were huge.

You glared at the little TommyInnit look alike and instead of arguing about your height you started scolding both boys, which they hadn’t really.. expected? At least from the surprised looks on their faces (which still had the roundness that came from baby fat). The brunet rubbed his elbow and sort of toed the dirt under his feet while the blond crossed his arms and almost looked to be pouting from the scolding.

“My height isn’t the issue here! The issue is you two barging into my village, killing one of my iron golems, stealing the loot from it, and scaring my poor villagers!! What in the hell were you two thinking?”

The blond tried to cut in, to defend himself but he barely got out the first syllable before you held up your hand to signal for him to silence himself as you snapped,

“I do NOT wanna hear it! You treat others this way?? Like they’re nothing, like their possessions and peace of mind don’t mean a damn thing?! Shame on you both!!”

By the end the two boys looked properly scolded. The brunet wondered if THIS is what it felt like to get scolded by one’s mother, and if it was then he’d like to avoid it for the remainder of his life. And the blond meanwhile actually didn’t have anything to say, or more accurately he didn’t know what to say to not feel like he was in massive trouble.

You meanwhile were just annoyed at this point, so you held you hand out (causing both boys to give you wondering looks) before you demanded the iron ingots that the blond stole from your slain iron golem. He got all in a huff, saying he earned them and they were just ingots- but you slapped that train of thought down with an angry,

“EARNED?? More like STOLE! After you killed my iron golem! Now give them back! I have to use them to make a new golem to protect this village.”

The blond sputtered, face blooming red at being blatantly called out on his theft, before muttering in embarrassment and pulling the ingots out and practically tossing them at you. You caught them and returned them to your inventory before shaking your head at the two and saying they should leave if their only goal in your village was to kill and destroy property. The small brunet quickly spoke up and said,

“No wait, we didn’t come just to mess stuff up! We came cuz Tommy said he found this place last week and it wasn’t the usual village so we wanted to explore it.”

Your stomach churned at the name.. Tommy. This was getting weird again. Way too fucking weird. But you resisted clenching your teeth anxiously like you wanted, instead you raised an eyebrow they couldn’t see and shot back,

“Oh yeah? And how did that escalate into killing my iron golem?”

This time it was ‘Tommy’ who cut in and said it had been an accident! They’d apparently been looking around when Tubbo (you felt queasy now after hearing that name too…) started fighting a spider and Tommy came over to help him, but in the process he accidentally hit the iron golem, who got pissed and smacked him.

“I ran from the thing and towered up three blocks! I knew it wouldn’t let up so I had to kill it! S’not my fault the bastard was holding a grudge!!” Tommy said heatedly, arms still crossed defiantly.

You wanted to rub your temples in exasperation but couldn’t without removing your mask. And like hell you were showing these kids your weirdo inhuman eyes. Though… if they really were the characters from.. the videos you got hooked on? Honestly this whole thing was 10 times weirder than the stupid glowy eyes or even the horns or tail.. Like this has to be proof you’re really dreaming or in a coma or something. What other logical explanation could there BE? These kids aren’t real. Nothing here is. It CAN’T be. The real people behind these… minecraft characters? They’re not here. In this place.

Before you could do a kickflip off the edge of your sanity into a full on mental breakdown you took in a calming breath and pushed those thoughts away until you were alone to give it the proper attention. And maybe so you could have your panic attack in peace and quiet. But right now you had two kids causing ruckus in your village. So you just said,

“Yeah alright, fine. I’ll forgive you both THIS TIME. But don’t make a habit of causing trouble in my village. And you can look around and explore, just don’t steal anything or hurt any of my villagers or animals. Got it?”

The two boys nodded, happy to not have you giving them that Angry Adult Tone anymore. So you turned and started walking back to the middle of the village, calling for them to come on. You had to ring the village center bell to tell everyone everything was okay.

Both boys shared a glance before Tubbo smiled and started jogging after you, Tommy right behind him, both curious about you and your village.

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(a/n: YOOO SOMEONE DREW READER FANART AND IT’S FUCKING BOMB DUDES CHECK IT OUT!! (Reader looking heavenly~) uwu)

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aquato-family-circus · 3 years ago

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I have no one to talk to about this. But before I do. you keep appearing on my timeline. Mainly because I follow the PN 2 hashtag. So I followed you cuz seeing so many awesome art content : D

Right. Ok so-

I honestly think psychonauts. Would make a really neat tv show series. I mean. Fun characters, great stories, agent missions happening. maybe jr PN’s taking classes along side mini agent missions I’m guessing.

We could even know Otto mentalis’s backgrounds and maybe a episode where Raz or other interns/Jr PN’s got the curiously to their heads, messing around with ottos’s gagets and ending up done something to their minds. Then getting into trouble or something. We could even see a neat battle with the young Physic 6 fighting against Maliuga and more of its past. I had this idea, what lf Raz somehow got into the past and meeting the younger Physic 6. Maybe someone with unusual high powerful ‘time’ like powers. ..Idk who knows.

we could even see Lobotos kid? (lf it’s really the whole Bobby theory thing?) Even see some of the whispering rock kids or see more of Linda the lungfish. Raz practicing his Hypothesis, but having trouble controlling due to the reminder of Maligua along improving his power over time, learning new skills. Maybe episodes where Raz finally gets a holiday and continue to learn to swim with the family. The kid needs a break…

I’d love to see a unexpected twist in the end. Kinda like with gravity falls. Where some episodes connect to the twist kinda story. there’s so many opportunities you could do with PN’s lf it were a tv series. honestly probably the same animation as the game was? To not lose the PN’s kinda vibe lf you know what I mean. I’ve seen so many 3D animations kinda ruined. Story/quality etc. But anyway it’s probably likely not happen. But hey I can dream right? ..I’ll stop rambling now. Lol

first of all, thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my art 💖

secondly, oh man, a cartoon of psychonauts... if i start thinking abt it im gonna yearn for the rest of my life because this universe is really well suited for episodic storytelling

I'm inclined to say they might benefit from a different art style choice from sticking with the 3D, but that could be me remembering tak and the power of juju looking very weird.

but ALSO raz and all the others in some kind of 2D art style resembling scott c's work... possibly tweaked for ease of animation... ooooooogggh

You could devote so much time to so many things. it could be like a problem/monster/mind of the week deal. it could have longer story lines. oh I'm yearning. lets be wistful about something that can never reasonably happen together

#asks #theskybug

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d144-catzie · 2 years ago

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Winter Wasteland and Dried Oil

Prologue: 3 Days

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“Stupid colony! Closet minded toasters!”

Grumbled one of the worker drone. Stomping out from the medical centre after what he could assume a snow pile times in his life, backpack hanging loosely on his back and a scowl on his face.

“Why the hell dad assumed that I have some ‘oh there’s probably a malfunction in your brain, let’s get the docs to fix that’ I’m sorry, braindead, but I’m doing this for us!” the worker drone mocked as he raised two peace sign, folding it added with an old man tone to emphasize his father’s words.

Oh, his name? Vityaz. A geeky rebellious genius. Ace his classes, unfortunately he doesn’t give a milimeter effort to make his future as a worker in WDF, not a single worker drone want to close the distance between him and themselves because who in the right worker drone mind wanted to be close with someone obsessed about the outside and drones responsible for their kind’s death?

Well except…“Yazz! There you are, I gotta show ya something and you’re gonna love it!” Uzi. Another worker drone Vityaz could actually get along with, a rebellious kid and surprisingly got a knack for weapons for someone as young as her.

“Oh, yeah? Surprise me” his navy blue eyes displayed on his black visor gave a challenging look towards the younger girl, who in return gave him a smug accepting look from her neon purple eyes with a smirk, “as always” she responded before leading them towards her room.

Standing in the middle of her room that consists mostly of posters of her favourite anime Uzi manage to pirate, not to mention the purple neon lights similar with her eyes too. There were also post-it-notes pasted by Khan Doorman around the key hanger, those are definitely things that haven’t changed…well mostly the topic and that never fails to make the boy make a dedpanned expression everytime he saw that.

Sighing then tidied his turquoise synthetic hair “doc really need some more training with reattaching hair on my hatch” he huffed before he turned his attention at the purple haired girl shuffling around her room to find a certain paper she kept.

“Do you need help with finding the surprise, Zizi?” Vityaz pointed at every corner in her room awkwardly which he got an “aha!” as a response from the girl who’s now holding a rolled paper.

Uzi unrolled the paper she’s holding and the moment the older boy looked at it, he was beyond surprised to the point he was silent. “So I noticed that your railgun design is kinda inefficient with that big size and I thought about making it more…easy to carry around! And Uzi presents to you THIS!” and she isn’t wrong with her reason.

Vityaz had been working on a weapon of his own the moment he knew about the abilities the Murder Drones have, to the point this geeky boy was so fixated about them more, and him building a weapon was to kill one of them to satisfy his quriosity about their capabilities. Looking at the younger girl’s railgun design left him gaping with amazement, the structure was understandable and smaller in size, just add a little tweak and her design would be a perfect one, compared to his with bigger and complex structure.

“Woah hahah! This is sick as HELL, Uzi…when did you make this?!” he exclaimed as he had his hands on the purple haired girl’s shoulders, his neon navy blue eyes wide in amazement. “The moment you showed me your railgun, I feel like yours was pretty heavy and I told you about making it more easy to carry around. Efficient and deadly to those freaky yellow birds!” she rambled with the same wide eye as him.

If they were humans, they’re sure that their endorphins are triggering lots of positive feelings, but being robots probably had something to do with “If this place have some weaponry I’m 101% confident that we’ll give those murder drones some trauma so BAD they’ll chicken back home”

“AND not living behind these doors like a coward!” Vityaz added her claim as 101% appeared on his visor.

“Okay, you have shown me your surprise, I guess it’s my turn” his words made Uzi gasp in surprise, “bro, no fair! You always beat me when it comes to this stuffs!” she whined whilst the older male drone could only giggle and pat her head full of purple locks. “Cool your jets, buddy. But seriously, this will fry your circuits!”

Rumaging through his bag after he informed the younger girl about his own surprise as he pulled out a burnt dummy neck, the head was definitely left this world. “A burnt…dummy” he nodded at her question “a burnt duuuummyyy~” he sang while swinging the dummy remains on his hand back and forth, “a burnt duummyy…oh…OH!!” realization hits her harder than the hard reboot.

“The railgun worked?! Those sci-fi movies weren’t lying!”, “yep! This bad boy managed to obliterate this dummy’s head and left nothing! Can’t wait to use it for real…oh wait that’s the problem” the light in their eyes dimmed at the fact that WDF won’t just let either of them go outside.

“Crap…now how are you going to get outside now?! Your dad will 100% say no about what you’re gonna do…or if my dad knows about this he will say double no” the young man let out a long exasperated sigh, gripping his turquoise locks in a frustrated manner.

He abruptly stopped, completely stopped the long sigh and his every movements, except his mouth. A smile slowly creeping its way onto his face, “Zizi…how many more days until Take Your Children To Work day arrives?” said girl opened her mouth only to close it again as she averted her neon purple eyes at any direction, thinking.

Then she snapped her fingers “3 days from now!” he released his grip and neon navy blue locked onto her intently “weekend right?” Uzi nodded and he hisses out a small ‘yes!’ with his fist pumped, as the girl raised a displayed eyebrow questioningly.

“But I thought you hate that day?” her question made him snap out from his little moment, “oh hell yes I do hate that day. The only time Take Your Children To Work isn’t so boring is when I can hang out with my little Zizi” Vityaz sang the last part. Much to the purple headed girl’s whines to stop ever since he called her that, the boy continued “aside from that! I’m gonna commit something crazy!”

“And what is that are you planning to do…?” she asked which the boy answered with two finger guns and a wink “fulfill my bucket list!

3 days from now…”

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Small hammer clangs itself onto the bell rapidly, its ringing resonated in the area, so loud that its inhabitants could cry of joy at the sign.

That the 15 minutes are up

15 minutes, short time yet so many things happened in a flash. 15 minutes struggle. 15 minutes of crying. 15 minutes of constant death. 15 minutes of their game.

“Coast is clear, murder drones out of sight! Patrol team, spread out and find the remaining survivors!” one worker drone commanded a group who start to do as he said. Same could be said with the other similar teams who began to spread out the large area.

“For those who were injured, come here for help!” yelled out the worker drones who carried bandages and tool kits.

“Let me help you with your weapon, you go get rid of those nanites with the aid relief team” another ushered the injured survivor towards the said workers in charge before tinkering with the firearm.

“Wait where’s Sako?!” a drone panicked when the presence of a certain worker wasn’t around but before the others could rendezvous the area, a voice already called out.

“I’m here, don’t worry!” Sako, the mentioned young worker drone came running towards the group with an injured drone who’s in sleep mode, added with a bandaged amputated leg, on her back. “Aid relief team, please treat his leg and donor some oil for him!” said team immediately did as she requested, gently taking the male drone from her back to give him further treatment and gather well worker drones for oil donor.

Seeing the asleep drone being helped just like others who were injured after the game, among the crowd the young girl approached a man with clipboard on hand with a coloured marker on the other. It wasn’t rare to see the man’s harsh look displayed on his visor on these occassions, but this one was rather…

“Hey pops, any…news about the result of today’s hunt?” grimacing as a response, unlike any other day where he answered his daughter’s question right-away, he only shows her the clipboard. “Aye…they weren’t joking when they said they won’t hold back” her neon turquoise eyes dulled as she murmured.

List of names, veterans and newcomers of the playground they’re in, and many of the names have been crossed out with different colours. Today game’s result was 39 names crossed with yellow marker, looking at the rest of the names only made her feel more uneasy “do you have more addition to be crossed out?”

Turquoises displayed on her visor immediately turned into two wide O’s as she stumbled on her own words, before finally stabilized herself “quite much actually, but let me get this quick…

…Theo, shredded with drill. Leia, clean cut at the neck and taken to the spire. Allen, multiple nanite wounds on the body. Chip, oil loss and fatal wounds on vital points. Mari, damaged systems because of fall damage. Pac, mutilated with laser gun. Dell, caught in an explosion. Zipp, burnt beyond repair…” and as she went on and on about the corpses she encountered at the area in search for survivors while she’s at it, she only grew more and more anxious.

“Added with what you mentioned…that would be 51 companions departed from this hunt” he grumbled as his neon lime eyes furrowed while crossing out the mentioned names.

But turning at his daughter who has her face hanging low in a depressing manner. He softened his glare and patted her ginger coloured locks “I’m unsure that I’m worthy of becoming the lookout for the team if this keeps happening, well you can’t just see the dark side everytime you do your job, kiddo” he quoted words Sako said back in first day joining the team.

“It’s not always easy and I get that” he continued but didn’t get any response from the younger drone. Averting his attention towards the drone she came back with, Mac, before turning back to her with a small smile tagging on his face “you know…I’m unsure myself if I should take your mom’s role in the resistance but you wanna know what I do when I’m not so sure?”

Now this time the young female drone glanced up at him to see a little childish mischevious grin displayed on her father’s face before facing away, holding back her giggle that’s about to errupt.

“I double down!!”

Erruption of giggles came from both “still into that stupid show?”. He drew circles on her back as she looked up at him and he chuckled in return “hey at least it was funny…better now?” at his question, the gingerhead nodded slightly, anxiety slowly diminishing.

“Josef, we’ve retrieved the survivors and remaining corpses” The said man turned away from his daughter to the voice approaching him, the leader of the patrol team and the squad itself trailing behind, supporting the survivors and carrying large bags with corpses inside.

The small father-daughter moment was cut off. Josef cleared his throat and faces Sako who gave him an understanding nod, ‘I’ll be waiting at home, best wishes’ is what the girl probably said in silence before making her way to one of the buildings where they live, and seeing his daughter finally entering their home, the man’s neon lime eyes went back to its furrowed state, continuing his job.

╭━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╮

“Today’s game was a haul!”

A voice boomed and echoed in the building walls, empty, aside from the three drones. “Yes, a haul, AND…compared to the previous games with them we got bullets in our eyes and one stab on the visor” Other voice came but compared to the boastful and loud, this one gave off a witty yet capricious tone.

“So it’s a win-win?” Another one asked, but this time it was rather chipper and has an upbeat impression. “For amusement? Yes. To stay thrift? No” Answered the owner of the capricious voice, adjusting his cap on his silvery locks before going back to gluing a drone’s neck back to its body while humming.

“But we could stay thrift for other times, with these many sentient toasters we got today, our oil reserve will help us stay alive for a week…at least” His subordinate muttered the last part doubtedly, “K is right actually, it’s also part of our job ordered by JCJenson” The other surbodinate popped up behind her companion, K, to support his statement.

But seeing their leader not responding in any way, the female put down a trinket in her hand and took a step slowly, “your concern isn’t about the overkill today or being thrift isn’t it, G?”

SLAM

His response was…not what both of the subordinates expected.

Big crack now decorated the previously smooth wall. G dropped the worker drone corpse as his fist was formed into a tight clench. Calm complexion now morphed into one that would be called irritation or grudge. Previous yellow circles now replaced with a huge yellow >< as a deep scowl adorned his face.

“So what, S?! The hell’s with our job if we have no clear orders!” He yelled, his fist trembling at how much force he put into. K and S have large O’s displayed on their visor at their leader’s sudden outburst.

A loud exasperated sigh left his lips as he faced the building’s floor, “sorry…didn’t mean to yell in front of your faces like that” The leader apologized. G’s eyes glitched back to its previous circles that displayed a regretful look. “You alright there?” K approached the slightly slumped male with a hand in attempt to check on him.

But in return, G only raised a hand and it instantly stopped the short bob cut male as he retracted his hand. Looking up, which he may have composed himself, he stated “can’t get the message to stop clowning around out of my head” With an mocking emphasis in his tone.

“Still with that, huh…since when we’re clowning again?” the girl has multiple question marks on her visor, arms crossed in a questioning manner. “So far we only did what they said. Crackers! We’re even one of the top teams” another sigh came from G as a response for K’s statement.

With furrowed expression, the leader of the squad exclaimed “but that doesn’t change the fact that they literally called us clowns” in a stern tone.

“Tomorrow until before the game starts, we’ll hunt colonies and stray worker drones while also taking the strong ones for our playground” G twisted his hand that was used to punch the wall, going back to his personal work of polishing and fixing the worker corpse as he usually claims to give it a ‘beautiful’ send-off.

While the other two who now have composed themselves, S let out a small wistle that caught his attention “can I ask something about no clear order?” Asked the girl of the squad. “That’s a question answered for another time” The disassembly drone stopped at what he’s doing, standing up as he turned to his subordinates, his braid swished to his back.

S and K listening intently as G concluded his order for his members “we’re going to up our game, I was satisfied with today’s result in all honesty and I hope this keeps going” A mad smile crept onto his face, sharp fangs protracted.

“3 days before our next hunt. 3 days before this neverending winter will be filled with fresh oil”

#Murder drones #murder drones oc #winter wasteland and dried oil #d144.writes #Hey look I'm alive again #I changed Terra's name #SHe's Sako now

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roachsource · 3 years ago

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𝟐 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝟏 𝐂𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰/ 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐚 & 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐄𝐩. 𝟏𝟎𝟔 some lines tweaked for writing, edit as you see fit x

❛ what is that? ❜

❛ i think i’d be a really good step-dad. ❜

❛ my dogs don’t give a fuck. i show up and they’re like, oh, he’s back. ❜

❛ what did he do? who did he kill? ❜

❛ he committed a crime, we shouldn’t celebrate him. ❜

❛ i’m blown away by people putting their emotions on tik tok the way they do. ❜

❛ who the fuck puts that out there? ❜

❛ people don’t know what not to share. ❜

❛ i’ll be in [place]. ❜

❛ i’ll be fighting my inner demons. ❜

❛ i’m a big act. ❜

❛ [person], shut your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ you are a propaganda Master. ❜

❛ you tricked the world into thinking you drink more water. ❜

❛ i understand your loyalty to [person], i get it, okay? but you have to be real about this right now. ❜

❛ [person] is being realistic. ❜

❛ you’re gaslighting me. you’re gaslighting me right now! ❜

❛ you’re being crazy right now! ❜

❛ i am NOT being crazy. ❜

❛ LISTEN to me, you lunatic. listen to me. you ARE the lunatic. ❜

❛ i never ONCE teased you! ❜

❛ i’m calling your fucking wife! ❜

❛ you’re lying right now! ❜

❛ don’t forgive me for something i didn’t do! i didn’t do it! ❜

❛ i refuse to accept your apology for something i never fucking did! there’s no fucking way! ❜

❛ i’m gonna fucking pass out. ❜

❛ this is how you make crazy people! ❜

❛ no, listen to me. you fucked with me. ❜

❛ this is insane, this is fucking insane! ❜

❛ don’t you fucking dare forgive me, i didn’t do shit! ❜

❛ i want you to know that i DO forgive you. ❜

❛ THIS is why i drink. this is why i fucking drink. ❜

❛ i was an innocent bystander. ❜

❛ i’m not a lunatic! ❜

❛ i never said that! ❜

❛ be real. ❜

❛ you guys don’t know how to be civilized fucking human beings. ❜

❛ go get your own phone. ❜

❛ i took your harassment for years. ❜

❛ that is depressing the fuck out of me. ❜

❛ stop. stop. i’m not gonna forgive you. ❜

❛ that is mindblowing to me. ❜

❛ i live in a world of denial. ❜

❛ all you need to do is dial back your fucking lunacy for a little bit and you’ll be fine. you’re just a maniac. ❜

❛ i’m not even doing anything that crazy. ❜

❛ you’re making me feel like i’m a crazy person. ❜

❛ you are a crazy person. ❜

❛ anybody who spends time with you knows that you’re a crazy person. ❜

❛ i shit my pants a lot. do people not shit their pants? ❜

❛ that’s a loaded question. ❜

❛ you never wore underwear? ❜

❛ i almost bought buttplugs for us today. ❜

❛ i’m very unaware of how i’m perceived. ❜

❛ can you please not critique me on how i’m living in MY house? ❜

❛ hey, let me teach you how to be a grown-up. ❜

❛ i would like to give a public service announcement to all you fucking animals out there. ❜

❛ i feel more like a pirate when i do it that way. ❜

❛ it’s so funny to hear you talk about etiquette, and then watch you exist in the world. ❜

❛ i like the way i am, so i wouldn’t want a pill to change it. ❜

❛ my lows are doable. ❜

❛ i LIKE being oblivious. ❜

❛ what if i was just a farmer? ❜

❛ i like the razzle dazzle. i like the gamble of it. i like being crazy, a little bit. ❜

❛ i identified with that character and it made me sad. ❜

❛ it’s a skillset like anything else. you have to work at it. ❜

❛ how are your conversations with your parents? ❜

❛ you can NEVER trust [person]. ❜

❛ i haven’t gotten [person] to trust me fully yet. ❜

❛ i feel vindicated. ❜

❛ you were a ball-buster, and you still are. you ball-bust over all kinds of things! ❜

❛ you’re a fucking frat guy! ❜

❛ you bust balls. you don’t think you bust balls?! ❜

❛ i’ve never been able to bust balls. ❜

❛ because of how much i love you, i totally forgive you. ❜

❛ i wanna really see what [place] has to offer. ❜

❛ super aggressive, for sure. ❜

❛ i’m certain we’re gonna get fucking killed for this. ❜

❛ i’m oblivious that that would bother somebody. ❜

❛ you can't do that anymore? ❜

❛ you were never allowed to do that. ❜

❛ note that down. no more dick pics to dudes... ❜

❛ when you get dressed, you do it in private? ❜

❛ i’ve never seen anyone else naked. ❜

❛ if there’s a show to be put on, you’ll put it on. ❜

❛ i forgive you for bullying me, and i love you, and you’re the best. ❜

❛ i forgive you for wrongfully accusing me. ❜

❛ those guys are dead to me. ❜

❛ i have a lot of growth to do. ❜

#prompt.#mine.#comedy.#podcast.#ask meme #rp ask meme #roleplay ask meme #meme #rp meme #roleplay meme #💋

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purrincess-chat · 4 years ago

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH12

It’s ya boooooy! Malin is here!! Super huge shout out to @salty-french-fry for bringing him to life. I commissioned her to draw all of my OC hero babies, so you can see Malin in all of his anime boy glory here! We stan a trans bicon. And for those who are unaware, Malin is another name for fox in French, but like with the connotation of calling someone sly or tricky. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I tweaked it quite a bit from the original. ;)

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Chapter 12: WTF Do I Know

“I know our duty is to the city, but I can’t help these feelings stirring my heart. Every time I see her brilliant blue eyes shining in the moonlight, I am overcome with passion and admiration. She truly is Miraculous.” Eliott looked to Marinette sitting cross-legged on the floor for approval. “How was that?”

“Incredible! You really have Chat Noir down,” she said.

Eliott rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks, but I still feel like I could do better. Opening night is only a week away, and I’m playing one of the leads. Everything has to be perfect.” He paced the length of the stage, adjusting his black mask.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. You make a wonderfully convincing Chat Noir.” She assured him—and she should know.

“Wonderfully convincing isn’t perfect. This play is a tribute to Ladybug and Chat Noir’s triumph on Heroes’ Day. If I screw up then I’ll be dishonoring them.” He turned and gestured to the impressive backdrop of the Eiffel Tower.

“No, you won’t.” Marinette stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re an amazing actor, and I know you’re gonna kill it.”

“Places in five everyone!” The director swept through the stage.

Stagehands rushed around the set. Costume designers made last-minute alterations, and each prop was meticulously tested and placed for ease of access during scene changes. Marinette never realized how chaotic theater was behind the scenes.

Eliott let a deep breath past his lips, and Marinette offered him a smile. “I’ll be watching in the audience. You’re gonna do great.”

“Thanks, Marinette,” he said. “And thanks for coming to watch our dress rehearsal.”

“Thanks for inviting me.”

“Sorry I’m so crazy about everything, I just want to be the best.” He fiddled with his gloves. “I’ve been studying English since I was little because my dream is to perform on Broadway. I know it’s a long shot, but it’s what I’ve wanted ever since my grandma and I watched a play together when I was a kid.”

“You’ll get there, and I’ll be sitting in the front row with Macy, Martin, and Adrien.”

Eliott smiled at that, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “I actually owe you, Marinette. You’ve helped me a lot as an actor since we met.”

“Me? How?”

“You taught me to take risks. Before I met you, I was just coasting through life, staying out of the way, playing it safe, but now I can stand up for other people and speak out,” he explained. “You helped me find the courage to step outside my comfort zone.”

Her cheeks burned, but she smiled at the sentiment. All of her new friends gave praise so easily—something Marinette wasn’t used to. Helping others wasn’t about getting rewarded, and in most cases, the attention just made her squirm. She helped her friends because she cared. Although, even if their compliments embarrassed her, it was nice to know she was appreciated.

“Watch where you’re going!” A nasally voice grabbed their attention.

“Sorry!” A tiny stagehand shrank under the icy glare of her aggressor.

Eliott sprang into action to diffuse the situation. “Margot, is there a problem?”

“She bumped into me! Can you imagine if I had fallen and broken my wrist a week before opening night? How can I play Ladybug with a broken wrist?” Margot shouted.

Eliott stepped between her and the stagehand, holding up defensive hands. “I’m sure it was just an accident. No one got hurt, so why don’t you go cool off? We’re almost ready to start.”

“Ugh, whatever. Just stay out of my way!”

As she stalked off, Eliott turned to the small girl. “Are you okay, Lisette?”

“You know my name?” Her eyes widened.

“Of course. You hand me my props before I go on stage,” he said. “Don’t let Margot get to you. She’s just nervous because the show is in a week, and it’s her first time playing a lead.”

“It was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” Lisette said.

Eliott tucked a strand of her blonde hair back into place, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We’re all a little high strung right now.”

“You’re not.”

Eliott flashed her a playful grin. “I’m a good actor.”

“I know,” she said, and when Eliott quirked a brow she fumbled to add, “I-I’ve kind of had to watch you for the past several months. You’re really good.”

“Wow, thanks, Lisette. I’m flattered that a pretty girl like you is a fan of mine,” Eliott said.

Her cheeks flushed, and she gave a small nod before scurrying off to her position at the director’s order.

Marinette couldn’t help the smile on her lips as Eliott found his mark and took a few deep breaths to center himself. He’d grown a lot since they met, and if someone had to play Chat Noir, she was glad it was him. She’d been uncertain at first, but Eliott really was worthy of being a hero, even if his costar was the worst. How could they cast such a brat to play Ladybug?

Taking her seat in the audience, Marinette thought back to her encounter with Gabrielle several nights prior. True to her word, Gabrielle hadn’t bothered them since, but what she was doing out on her own like that? And what was up with the apron in her bag? Something fishy was going on with her, but at least she was keeping her word. It was about time Marinette got some peace and quiet.

♪♫♪ I’m Not Calling You a Liar ♪♫♪

When the school bell rang, Alya remained seated, lips pursed. Her other classmates gathered their backpacks, eager to enjoy their weekend plans. Adrien paid her no mind as he slung his bag over his shoulder and followed everyone else out. They hadn’t spoken since their last encounter, and Alya still wasn’t sure what to think. He sounded so sure of himself. After being friends with Marinette, she knew far more about Adrien Agreste than she ever cared to, and truthfully, Alya didn’t think he was capable of being malicious.

Don’t believe everything Lila tells you. Be a journalist. Investigate.

But how? It’s not like Alya could just call up a bunch of celebrities and foreign princes to ask them to corroborate all of Lila’s stories, and even if she could, what would Lila think if they proved Adrien wrong? Or worse, what would Alya think if they proved him right? If they proved Marinette right…

It had been two weeks since she left. Two weeks since they… Alya had been hurt at first, and her heart still ached thinking about it now. In the grand scheme of things, she hadn’t known Marinette that long—only a few months—so it was possible that there were things Alya didn’t know about her. Dark secrets she kept hidden. But if that were possible for Marinette, couldn’t the same be true for Lila? And why was Alya so afraid to go looking?

“Alya? Did you hear me?”

She blinked out of her trance. “Sorry, what?”

“You’ve been awfully spacey lately,” Lila remarked. “I was just saying that I have an important meeting today with my youth ambassadors committee. Clara Nightingale has promised to sponsor our clean water initiative, and today’s the only day we can meet with her. Is there any way you can take care of that thing Mlle. Bustier needed for me?”

Don’t believe her.

“Actually, Lila, I have to go pick up my little sisters because Nora has practice this afternoon, and Mlle. Bustier did ask you to do it,” Alya said.

Lila’s eyebrows raised, but just as quickly, she puckered her lips into a pout. “Is there any way you could have Nino pick up your sisters? This meeting is really important.”

“Nino promised Juleka he’d help Kitty Section with their sound system today so they can practice before their gig this weekend.” Her heart pounded as Lila’s lip twitched.

“I mean, I guess I can put off my meeting. Those kids in India will just have to go a little while longer without clean drinking water…” Lila eyed her.

“Ya know, if you’re too busy to keep up with your class rep stuff, you can always tell Mlle. Bustier to let us elect someone else. I’m sure everyone would understand,” Alya said pointedly.

“And let Chloe become the class rep again? I couldn’t do that to you guys.” Lila shook her head.

“True, but I can’t cover for you all the time. I have my own stuff going on. Maybe I’m not saving third world countries, but sometimes I have a life to live too,” Alya said. “You were elected to do all of this, you know.”

“No, I understand,” Lila sighed. “I’ve been putting too much pressure on you to do my job. It’s just so hard to juggle going to school and saving the world. I’ll figure out a way to do it for all of you because you’re my friends, and my friends are just as important to me as any starving, third-world country.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that you’ll be putting in more effort.” Alya stood up. “Have a good weekend.”

“Oh, I’m sure my weekend will be better than those thirsty children in Iran.”

Alya stopped in the doorway. “Don’t you mean in India?”

“What?”

“Earlier you said the meeting was for children in India. Now you just said Iran,” Alya said.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I meant,” Lila said. “I have a different thing for Iran next week. It’s hard to keep everything straight when you’re so busy.”

“Right.” Alya’s eyes narrowed. “Well, good luck.”

“Give your sisters a hug for me!”

Alya’s hands shook as she headed up the hall. It was probably nothing, just a simple mix up like she said, but… Given the circumstances, it was a little suspicious. One thing was certain: Alya would be keeping an eye on her.

♪♫♪ Thnks fr th Mmrs ♪♫♪

“Your rehearsal was amazing,” Marinette said afterward over tea. “Well, except for Margot’s prop mishap. I thought she was going to have a meltdown.”

Eliott stirred his drink with a smirk. “She’s a great actress until something goes wrong,” he chuckled. “I just feel bad for Lisette. She looked like she wanted to kill her.”

“Speaking of Lisette…” Marinette gave him a knowing look. “I think she might have a crush on you.”

“Lisette? Nah.” Eliott averted his gaze, taking a sip of his tea. “I’m not anyone important. There’s no way she’d be into me.”

“That’s not true. You’re an amazing actor,” Marinette said. “I mean that, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Thanks, I guess the thought of someone liking me just makes me nervous.” He bit his lip.

“Come on. You flirt with everyone all the time,” Marinette said. “You flirted with me on my first day of school.”

“Flirting is different. Just because I flirt with people doesn’t mean they have to like me back,” he said, then biting his lip, added, “Do you really think she likes me?”

“As someone who struggles to get two coherent sentences out around the boy she likes, I think she likes you more than you know,” Marinette said.

“Speaking of… You and Adrien sure seem to get along.” He sipped his tea with a satisfied smirk as Marinette’s cheeks burned. He didn’t waste any time flipping the script, but it was her fault for opening that door.

“Oh, do we? I mean, of course we do. We’re just friends, I don’t have feelings for him at all,” she said with a nervous titter.

“I never said you did,” Eliott said.

“Oh, um, yeah, well then I- don’t tell Macy.” She hung her head in defeat.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” He shrugged. “But you don’t have to worry about Macy’s crush. It’s superficial. She fixates on some famous guy for a while, then moves on when something new catches her eye.”

Marinette relaxed. “Good. I’ve just liked Adrien for a long time, and ever since I left my old school, he’s been paying more attention to me, so…I don’t want it to come between us.”

“Nah, I’m sure if she knew she’d back off,” Eliott assured her. “She’s extremely loyal to her friends and would never try to take away something you wanted even if she wants it too. One time she and I argued for twenty minutes because she convinced herself I wanted the last cookie on the plate. We ended up breaking it in half.”

“That’s a relief.” Marinette let out a breath.

“Though I do have to wonder which sounds better, Marinette Agreste or Adrien Dupain-Cheng?”

Marinette nearly choked on her tea. “Eliott!”

“I’m kinda partial to Adrien Dupain-Cheng myself.”

“Stop!” She covered her face, cheeks burning, and Eliott threw his head back with a laugh.

A herd of people stampeded up the sidewalk right before a loud crash sounded a few blocks over. Debris fell from the ceiling, and Eliott tackled Marinette to the ground, cradling her head.

“That sounded close, we should run.” He pulled her to her feet. “My yacht isn’t far from here, we can hide there.”

As much as she hated to do it, Marinette needed to get away. Gradually, she let herself slip from his grasp in the crowd. Eliott turned over his shoulder in an attempt to reach her again, but too many people stood between them.

“Marinette!”

“Go! I’ll catch up,” she called.

His eyebrows furrowed worriedly, but he pressed on without question.

Marinette ducked into a nearby alley and opened her purse. “Ready, Tikki? Transform me!”

Ladybug tossed her yoyo across the street, tugging the slack and launching herself into the rooftops. Racing down the row of buildings, she followed the civilian trail to the scene of the attack. Overturned cars and broken windows signaled that she was on the right track, and she arrived at the same time as Chat Noir.

“Well, well we meet again, m’lady.” His flirtatious lilt echoed between the buildings as he staff-coptered down to join her.

“I would hope so since saving the city is our job.” She flicked his bell. “I think it’s about time we clocked in, don’t you?”

“Ladies first.” Chat Noir bowed as Ladybug tossed her yoyo and shot into action. “Don’t mean to interrupt your tirade, but I’m gonna need to see some license and registration for that car,” he said as they landed. “What’s the matter? Rough break up?”

The akuma turned to them with a growl, tossing the car aside, and Ladybug spotted a small blonde girl cowering underneath.

“Civilian alert!”

“On it.” Chat Noir charged forward, brandishing his staff.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir! I am Showstopper, and I’m about to give Paris the performance of a lifetime after I get rid of her.”

The small girl on the ground cowered under Showstopper’s glare, her blonde buns oddly familiar…

Ladybug gasped. “That’s Lisette which means Showstopper must be Margot! She really was upset by that mistake.”

Lisette attempted to run, but Showstopper served a ball of light at her with the tennis racket—the lucky charm prop from the play and likely where the akuma was hiding. The attack froze Lisette in place, but before Showstopper could make her next move, she blocked a blow from Chat Noir’s staff. A few seconds passed, and the magic faded, sending Lisette toppling forward.

“So that’s it,” Ladybug said, then to Chat Noir called, “Don’t let her hit you, or she’ll freeze you for a few seconds!”

“Got it!” He dodged an orb.

Once Showstopper drove him back several paces, she dashed after Lisette, launching a bus to the end of the street to block the exit.

“Going somewhere?”

“No, but you are.” Ladybug hooked her yoyo around Showstopper’s ankle. Showstopper lobbed several orbs at her before she could pull the slack, and Ladybug backflipped out of the way, diving for cover with Chat Noir behind two flipped cars.

“We need a plan to get that girl out of here.” He peeked over the side.

Ladybug palmed her yoyo. “Lucky Charm!” Her eyebrows raised as a paper lantern landed in her hands.

“Oh great, you can light the way for her to wreck that girl,” Chat Noir said.

Ladybug pursed her lips contemplatively. “I need to go to Master Fu,” she said. “Can you handle things until I get back?”

“Just don’t keep me waiting too long.” Chat Noir nodded before they broke off.

Leaving in the middle of a battle was always risky, but this wasn’t a fight they could win alone. She just hoped that she could find an ally in time.

“Master Fu?” Marinette knocked, peeking her head inside.

“What is it, Marinette?” He glanced up from his book.

“I need to borrow a Miraculous to win this battle.”

Master Fu retrieved the Miracle Box from the phonograph and placed it on the mat in front of her. “Have you found someone you trust to wield it?”

Marinette contemplated her choices carefully, running strategies in her head. After she and Alya split up, she wasn’t sure she’d ever trust someone enough to replace Rena Rouge, but her new friends proved her wrong. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and reached for the fox. “I know exactly who to pick, and I won’t let you down this time.”

Master Fu offered her one of his proud, grandfatherly smiles. “You never have. I have always had faith in you, Marinette.”

Her chest swirled with pride as she stood up. “Transform me.”

Eliott’s yacht was empty when Ladybug touched down on the deck. He told Marinette to hide there, so she’d been certain it was where he’d be. Then again, Eliott wasn’t the same cowardly boy he’d been when they met, and he didn’t turn his back on a friend. She knew where to find him.

“Marinette?” His voice echoed between the buildings of the abandoned street, and he flinched when Ladybug landed behind him. “Ladybug! Thank goodness, have you seen my friend Marinette? We got separated, and I told her to meet at my yacht, but-”

“Don’t worry. She’s safe,” Ladybug said. “Actually, I need your help.”

“My help?” He arched a brow. “I mean, sure, I'll do anything.”

“Eliott Chasse, this is the Miraculous of the fox which grants the power of illusion. You will use it to fight for the greater good.” She extended the box to him.

“Whoa, you're giving me a Miraculous?” he gasped. “But wait, why me? What happened to Rena Rouge?”

“She's...not around.” Ladybug averted her gaze. “Will you help me?”

“I-I dunno. I think my friend Marinette would be way better at this than me.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Eliott…” Ladybug smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You are the right person for this job. Have courage and believe in yourself. That's all you need to be a superhero.”

Eliott pressed his lips together, then accepted the box with a nod. Shielding his eyes from the bright light, he gaped in disbelief as Trixx materialized. “Whoa!”

“My name’s Trixx. I’m a kwami, and if you want to transform all you have to say is ‘Trixx, transform me!’” she explained as Eliott fastened the clasp of the necklace.

“Alright then. Trixx, transform me!” When the orange light faded, Eliott examined his orange and white suit with wide eyes. “Wait, is this really happening?”

“Do you know how your powers work?” Ladybug asked. There was no time to waste.

“Of course. I studied news footage in preparation for my role as Chat Noir in an upcoming play. I wanted to accurately portray the team's dynamic,” he said.

“Good, then follow me.”

Ladybug tossed her yoyo and shot off. Eliott hesitated only briefly, taking a few steps before leaping over the building after her. He touched down lightly beside her before they shot off again.

“I know it's a lot to take in, but we don't have a lot of time,” Ladybug said. She pulled up the news coverage of the akuma. Showstopper had taken the battle all the way to the Eiffel Tower. She skidded to a stop behind a chimney and closed her yoyo. “Hmm…Lucky Charm!”

“A bottle of soap? At least the villain will be squeaky clean?” Eliott shrugged.

Ladybug turned it over in her hands, a plan forming in her mind. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do.”

- - -

Showstopper held a frozen Lisette over the edge, and Chat Noir held up defensive hands as he attempted to negotiate.

“Hand over your Miraculous, or I'll drop her!”

“Maybe we can come to a compromise,” he reasoned, but Showstopper was in no mood.

“You have five seconds. One!”

“There has to be something else you want.”

“Two.”

“After all this is murder we're talking about.”

“Three!”

“I'm sure she didn't mean any harm.”

“Four!”

“Ladybug, hurry up!”

“Five!”

Before Chat could react, Showstopper released her grip, sending Lisette plunging toward her doom. Chat Noir attempted to dive after her, but Showstopper pitched another orb at him. To his relief, Ladybug swung in to deflect it just in time, but there was no time for gratitude.

“Ladybug! The girl!”

“Already taken care of,” she assured him.

- - -

Lisette unfroze midway down, eyes widening in fear as the ground grew closer. Just as a scream reached her throat, Eliott caught her, carrying her safely back to the Eiffel Tower. Her screams echoed across the bars as she clung to him for dear life, but they quieted the moment she looked into his eyes.

“Falling from heaven, angel?” He set her down gently. “Stay hidden. Showstopper can't see you if we want our plan to work.”

She blinked in shock, cheeks flushing. “Wait!” She caught his wrist as he turned to leave. “W-Who are you?”

“Uh… Call me Malin.” He winked, giving a two-finger salute before leaping up to the rafters.

Malin summoned his Mirage on the way up, cheeks still hot. Now wasn’t the time to worry about what Lisette thought of him. First, he needed to save her.

“You're too late!” Showstopper proclaimed, and Malin cleared his throat.

“Are we?” He clocked a brow.

Showstopper spun around where Malin held his fake damsel. “No!” she growled.

“New friend?” Chat Noir sized him up.

“I'll tell you later,” Ladybug said.

Malin set his illusion free with instructions to run, and as expected, Showstopper gave chase. Ladybug really was a wizard at coming up with plans. When Chat Noir moved to follow, Malin stepped in front of him with a wink.

“Who are you?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

“Name's Malin, and you are one foxy feline in person, Chat Noir.” He looked him up and down.

“Less flirting, more running. Phase two,” Ladybug ordered. “Kitty, follow me and get ready to use your Cataclysm. Malin, you know what to do.”

“On it.” Malin nodded, leaping back over the edge with a whoop.

Showstopper pursued the fake Lisette to the second-floor restaurants, falling right into their trap. She skidded against the soapy floor as Malin's illusion faded before her eyes. A broom perched between two chairs clotheslined her, sending her tennis racket flying from her grasp right into Chat Noir's waiting Cataclysm.

Malin helped Margot up as Ladybug captured the akuma and returned everything to normal. “Seriously, losing your cool over a prop malfunction is so lame.” He chided. “You're playing Ladybug, so my suggestion is: take a lesson from the real thing and let go of that bad energy.”

Lisette peeked up from the stairs timidly, pacing over to join them. “I'm sorry your yoyo string was tangled. I should have checked it,” she said.

“Yeah, whatever.” Margot rolled her eyes. “Sorry I tried to throw you off the Eiffel Tower.”

“Technically, you did throw her off the Eiffel Tower,” Chat Noir said pointedly.

“You were awesome, Malin.” Ladybug nudged him with her elbow.

“It was your plan, all I did was help.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

Ladybug shook her head. “You saved this girl, and we couldn't have done it without you. Be proud. You're a true superhero.”

Malin bit back a smile, surveying his suit and squaring his shoulders with a new sense of purpose. Ladybug was right. He had his doubts when she asked him because he still had a long way to go before he would consider himself an actual hero. If anyone deserved the title without a Miraculous, it was Marinette, and he owed this opportunity to her. He never would have had the courage to accept Ladybug’s offer without her. It was a shame she’d never know how much she truly changed his life. Maybe one day he could tell her this secret, but for now, he’d wear his secret identity like an invisible badge of honor.

“Pound it!” The three heroes said in unison.

Malin turned to Lisette and bowed formally. “Perhaps I will save you again someday,” he said.

Lisette bit her lip before stretching up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Ladybug took his wrist and toted him off as a dopey grin spread across his lips. They retreated to a private corner at the base of the tower, and Malin returned the necklace to Ladybug. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Eliott shifted his gaze to his shoes with a sigh.

“What's wrong?” Ladybug asked.

“Nothing, just… Lisette kissed Malin, not Eliott.” He kicked at the ground.

“You really like her, don't you?” Ladybug asked.

Eliott flinched, rubbing the back of his neck. That morning the thought of falling in love with someone terrified him, but now… Maybe he hadn’t come down from his heroic high, but with Lisette’s kiss still burning on his cheek, he smiled.

“Yeah, I do,” he said.

“Well, Malin is very charming, but I think she might need someone to walk her home. Think Eliott can handle that?” Ladybug pointed to where Lisette was stepping off the elevator.

Have courage and believe in yourself.

On any other day, the fear of rejection would have convinced him to walk away, and maybe tomorrow it would. But today, today he wasn’t afraid.

“Lisette! Wait up.”

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every world and every lifetime

elide x lorcan, modern au, first ‘i love you’ fluff, word count: 2728

Elide looked around her parent’s house, miserably pushing her food around.

She wasn’t hungry.

Her eyes stung with tears as she saw her parents, Marion perched on the arm of Cal’s chair. Her mother’s arm was around her father’s shoulders and she fussed with his hair, smiling and speaking quietly to him.

Suddenly, all too quickly, her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. Elide bit the inside of her cheek and sniffed, her vision blurring.

It was so stupid. She was being such a coward. He was her boyfriend. She’d never cared about another person quite like she cared about Lorcan. She should’ve invited him to her mother’s birthday party.

The cushion shifted when someone sat down beside her. Elide hastily blinked her tears away and looked up, smiling shakily at her father. “Hey, dad.”

“Hey, kid,” Cal said, his kind eyes crinkling. He passed her a plate of miniature desserts, a collection of her favourites. “Saved ya some, gotta get it before these rabid animals.”

Elide snorted and took the plate, choosing the brownie. She ate quietly, knowing what her father would ask her.

“So, uh, where’s this boy of yours, hmm? Your ma was really lookin’ forward to meet him,” Cal said, watching his daughter.

She mumbled something and put her plate down, toying with a rip in her nylons. Elide looked at her short nails, painted black and meticulously cared for. “I... I’m having some doubts about it an’... I didn’t want to invite him to this close family thing in case he says something like... I dunno, ‘I love you’.”

He raised a brow, “And would that be so terrible? If this boy loved you?”

“No,” she whispered. Elide looked up, her eyes red rimmed and watery, “I don’t think so.”

Cal sighed as he stood up, his knees creaking. “Well, stop being a coward and call him, kid.”

Elide huffed at him calling her a coward, but knew it was true.

She stood up too and walked up to her bedroom. Elide slid her phone out of her zip-up sweater pocket and toyed with it.

Entering her room, she perched herself on the edge of her bed and pressed on his number.

The phone dialled and her throat tightened.

“Hello.”

“Lor, is that you? It’s... it’s me.”

“I know, Lee,” he laughed. It sounded like he was shifting from his bed and he groaned as he stretched, presumably, “What’s up, though? You said you were busy tonight.”

Elide glanced around as she steeled her nerves. “Are you- are you doing anything tonight? ‘Cause... it’s my parent’s- they have this- and it’s my mom’s birthday and we’re having this… party, so I wanted to invite you if you want to come tonight?”

Lorcan paused, “Oh, yeah, that.”

“What do you mean? Did you-“ her cheeks blushed furiously in self-loathing. “You know about it?”

“Yeah, Rowan mentioned Aelin inviting him. I was... I don’t know, I guess I thought you’d invite me, but we haven’t even been dating that long.” His laugh was choked and unclear. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, princess.”

“Wa-wait, I want to worry about it, I want- I want you here,” Elide stammered. “Please, come?”

For a moment, a long long long moment, Lorcan didn’t say a word. Elide swallowed, her stomach dropping. “I’ll come, El. Is there a dress code or whatever?”

She grinned, “Nope, they’re pretty chill. But, maybe... more grunge than anarchy, yeah?”

He chuckled, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” Elide whispered. “I’ll- we can talk, ok? Promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

She blushed, “Mm-hmm. Pinky promise.”

They said their soft, stupidly in-denial-in-love good-byes and Elide hung up. The moment the call was over, her anxieties crept back in.

Elide walked downstairs in a daze and stood by the table, her eyes nervously flicked between the door and the room.

Aelin noticed her practically shaking and she snuck on over, “Hey, hon.” She tweaked something about Elide’s hair and smiled, “How’re you doing? You’ve been so quiet tonight.”

“Oh, I- I’m fine,” Elide nodded, her voice teary. “I just-“ she sighed and collected herself. “I didn’t invite Lor ‘cause I didn’t want him to think it was too fast or too serious and then my dad called me a coward so I called him an’ now I’m just... I’m thinking I fucked up and maybe I’m ruining this? Like,” Elide swallowed, shaking her head, and laughed half-mad, “maybe he’s only coming to say that I fucked up too bad and he’s breaking up with me.”

Aelin gave Elide a look and sighed, “Hon, you know I don’t like him, but I’ve never seen you two so happy. If - if Lorcan was going to break up with you, it wouldn’t be about this. Something would have to have been really, really fucked up for him to leave.”

Elide huffed a laugh, “Ok… you’re probably right.”

The blonde smirked, “I’m always right. Now, I’ve got to find Rowan. I’ll see you later?”

She nodded, waving her friend off, “Yes, yes, go find your boyfriend.”

Turning, Aelin called over her shoulder, “And good luck with yours.” She disappeared into the crowd, easily seeking her boyfriend, whose head was far above everyone else’s. Elide watched for a moment. Rowan turned when Aelin tapped his shoulder and smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek. They looked so… happy with each other.

They looked how Elide felt around Lorcan. Like how nothing else mattered and how she would damn the world for him. Elide walked into the kitchen, where the kitchen staff were busy cooking and prepping. She stayed out of their way and offered the few that noticed her a small grin. Elide pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge and quickly exited. The stash was her dad’s, but they both knew he stocked it for her to take on the rare occasions Elide even felt like drinking.

She looked around the party and cringed. There was no one here that she wanted to talk to. Through the large front window, Elide could see that the front porch was empty. That was probably because it was still relatively cold, but Elide would rather sit out in the chill than talk to any of her parents’ guests. Elide somehow managed to escape unscathed and sat on the porch steps, hidden from anyone’s casual glance.

Elide twisted the top off and took a long sip of the cool drink. Her knee bounced uncontrollably, and she didn’t try to stop it. She looked up and down the street, waiting for his crappy little car.

As she waited, Elide nervously picked at the bottle’s label with her thumb. She shivered, but didn’t care enough to move inside.

Elide breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, deciding to list the things she knew.

One: Elide had never been as happy as she was with Lorcan.

Two: Elide wanted to be with him for the rest of her life.

Three: Elide loved Lorcan.

Four: If she had really ruined this, Elide would never forgive herself.

A black, 1995 Honda Civic parked across the street. Her throat ached with tears and her eyes stung once more. Elide’s breath trembled as a tall, lanky man stepped out of the car. His dark hair was half shoved up in a messy bun, the rest tumbling down his back.

Lorcan looked up at her and nodded, his face impassive. Her heart clenched, even though she knew that he hardly ever smiled. He crossed the street without looking, putting his keys into the pocket of his lined flannel jacket. His coat was worn and the cuffs frayed. Elide liked to steal it and wear it. It was warm and smelled like him - cedar and sweetgrass.

She stood up, leaving her half empty beer on the step. “Hey, you,” Elide said, trying to pass for casual.

Lorcan walked up the stairs and stopped a few below her, still taller than her. His dark, hooded eyes sparkled with something and the corner of his lips quirked up, “Hey.” He lifted his hand, curling a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You–”

“We-ell, lookie what we have here,” said a new voice. Annoyed, the couple turned, their brows lowered. When they saw Elide’s drunken uncle, Vernon, Elide shifted closer to Lorcan and curled her arm around his shoulder. “Oh, and you m-must b-be-” Vernon hiccuped, his eyes unfocused, “Lorcan. You know,” he began, stumbling closer to Elide.

She flinched and Lorcan slid his hand across her lower back, fitting it around her hip. “Hello, uncle. Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yes, yes,” Vernon slurred, waving his drink around and sloshing it over the rim of the glass. “I’ve been asked to leave. Apparently,” he chuckled humorlessly, “I was not invited! How ‘bout that, hmmmm?”

Elide attempted a fake laugh, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell. “That’s- that’s a shame, uncle. We’ll have to see you another time, then.” She looked at Lorcan, her eyes worried, “This is Lorcan, uncle. We’ve been… seeing each other for a couple months.”

Vernon nodded dodgedly and addressed Lorcan, “Th-this one’s a handful, hmm? Never could listen to the simplest of commands, even as a child, could you?” He reached out to do something, maybe even pinch her cheek, but Lorcan moved her, lifting her onto the step he stood on. The heavily inebriated man didn’t notice the quick shift, nor did he notice the relief on Elide’s face as she did not dare look anywhere else except for him. “I didn’t- I didn’t think you were even gonna come, ya know.”

Elide’s cheeks heated and she looked down at her feet. Lorcan’s hand squeezed reassuringly around her hip, “I was busy until now.” He moved to the side, leaving a path for Vernon, “It was nice,” Lorcan paused purposefully and looked Vernon up and down with disdain, “to meet you. Have a nice night.”

The man staggered down the stairs and out of the front yard. Elide stayed where she was until he had disappeared down the street corner. When he had, she disentangled herself from Lorcan’s arms and stood in front of him, looking up at his face.

He looked back at her, nothing, not a hint of emotion on his features. Elide took his hand and walked him to the swinging bench. They sat, his feet against the floor and Elide’s legs tucked beneath her.

She let go of his hand, though Lorcan kept it on her thigh, and looked down at her lap, “So. Hi. I missed you.”

Lorcan grinned softly and kissed the curve of her cheek, “I missed you too, Lee.”

Elide smiled a small, constrained smile. “I’m really happy that you’re here and I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to come earlier. I- I thought- I was being a coward ‘cause I thought this was moving too fast and I was scared and I don’t care anymore and,” she forced herself to meet his eye, quiet joy shining there. “I love you.”

Before Lorcan could say anything, before he could reject her, Elide stood up and hastily dragged her hand through her hair, “That’s all I wanted to say, so if you have any plans tonight, you can go.”

She squeaked slightly when Lorcan sharply tugged her back, making her land with her legs across his lap, “What–”

“Princess, shut your yappy ass for once, would you,” he said, laughing quietly. Elide frowned at his words, but remained quiet, her eyes expectant. Lorcan’s hand rested on the crook of her neck and his thumb stroked over her jumping pulse. “I love you too.”

Those words, those beautiful words, settled around her heart and Elide let her grin grow widely. She leaned in and kissed him softly, lifting her hands to cup his face once more. They kissed for a short while, his other hand gripping the side of her leg.

She pulled away first and rested her forehead against his, her eyes still closed. “Do… do you want to meet my parents?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Lorcan joked, his tone teasing, “I think this is moving too fast for me, babe.”

Elide rolled her eyes and got to her feet, holding her hand out to him. “Come on, dummy.”

He grinned and accepted her hand. Lorcan slung his arm across her shoulders and kissed the side of her head as she led them into her parent’s house. Lorcan toed off his untied, beat-up and retro Jordans, and hung up his jacket.

After, she walked them into the living room, their fingers laced together. She held onto his arm with her other hand and leaned her head against his bicep.

Rowan and Aelin noticed them first and made their way over to the pair. Lorcan and Rowan did their secret handshake and chatted quietly as Elide nervously looked around for her parents. The two boys and Aelin chuckled at her obvious absence.

She didn’t notice it and when she saw her parents, Elide walked, hardly glancing back to see if he was coming.

Lorcan laughed under his breath, “We’ll see you two later, I guess.” Aelin and Rowan waved them off goodnaturedly.

Her mother noticed them first. Lorcan was almost taken aback at the similarities between Elide and her mother. They looked like twins, except that Marion’s face was matured elegantly, her eyes slightly more narrow than her daughter’s. “Hello, you two,” Marion said, patting her husband’s shoulder, “Callan, dear, look who it is.”

Cal turned and smiled at his daughter, his brows raising slightly when he looked up at Lorcan. Her father was a relatively tall man at six-foot-four, but the difference was still quite significant.

Without thinking, Lorcan turned to his girl and said, “How are you so tiny? Your dad’s tall, man.” Elide gasped in offence and pinched the underside of his arm, hard. Lorcan yelped, “Ok, ok, ok, Creator above, I’m sorry.”

She smirked smugly and turned back to her parents, who watched the scene in amusement, “Please ignore him, he thinks he’s funny. This is Lorcan, my boyfriend.”

Marion and Cal arched their brows, laughing quietly. Lorcan reached his hand out to her mother, who accepted it and shook his hand, “It’s nice to meet you and happy birthday, Mrs. Lochan.”

“Oh, please, call me Marion. Mrs. Lochan is my mother-in-law,” Marion said.

Lorcan chuckled and nodded his head, “Of course, Marion.”

Elide looked up at him the entire time, knowing that her smile was smitten and ridiculous and not caring at all. As her father spoke with Lorcan, Elide looked at her mother and talked in Blackbeak, too quiet for either of the men to hear, “You’ll tell dad to not threaten him with gross bodily harm or death, right?”

Marion laughed, the sound tinkling and bright, “Your father knows we Blackbeak women can fend for ourselves. Besides, I think he’s half in love already.”

Elide rolled her eyes and looked at her boyfriend and father, their postures relaxed and faces happy. She snorted and hid the sound behind her hand, though Lorcan still heard it and turned to her. “Are you good?”

“Mm-hmm,” Elide hummed. “Do you want some food? I haven’t eaten yet.”

He nodded, “Yeah, ‘course.”

They said their farewells to her parents and wandered off.

“That went well, right?” Lorcan asked her quietly, his words… nervous. Elide hadn’t ever seen him nervous.

“Yeah, it did,” she said. They passed by an alcove, and Elide pulled him in. It was a small bay window with a cushioned seat.

She sat and pulled him down too, her knee against his thigh when she folded her leg up. Elide mindlessly fixed his hair, though it didn’t need fixing. “But, you know, even if it hadn’t gone well, I would still love you.”

Lorcan smiled and gently kissed her, not caring that anyone could walk by and see them. “Really? What would make you stop loving me?”

Elide hummed and thought for a moment. She pressed her lips to his again and murmured, “I think our story is a fated one, you know?” Her long lashes fluttered against his cheeks when her eyes fell shut, “I think I would fall for you in every world and every lifetime.”

“Yeah,” Lorcan whispered. They drew back at the same time and pressed their brows together. He thumbed something from her cheek, “I think that too.”

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