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kumkaniudaku · 5 months ago

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Amen

Summary: Terry and Patrice learn more about their love through life changing news on New Year’s Eve.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of Death

Inspired By: Ask #1 + Ask #2

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Grief was a bitch.

A mean, ugly, unwanted bitch that had settled beside Terry as an unwelcomed guest just when he thought that he'd banished it out of his life, never to return. Over two years of joy that he'd fought tooth and nail to maintain came crashing down once grief came strolling into town without warning.

Mike was dead. He knew that. He'd reckoned with it, talked himself through the anniversary of his death once before, sent well-wishes to his aunt every time he could, cried in the shadows, mourned, lashed out, and sat in silence with the knowledge that his little cousin would never come through the door again. Mike wouldn't see another birthday. He wasn't around for the wedding or Christmas. They'd never see another football game together. Mike would never meet Nyla.

That fact came as a sobering realization while Terry watched his only daughter's chest rise and fall as she slept peacefully in her crib for the first time all day. A cold running through her daycare had finally latched on to her fresh immune system, turning his usually jovial baby into a shell of herself. He told his higher-ups that he needed to take the day to care for her in his mother-in-law's stead, but what he really needed was time alone to deal with his uninvited guest.

Leaning over the sturdy walnut railing keeping his little girl safely inside her crib, he watched her with the ghost of a smile on his lips. Mike would've loved her. Terry was sure of it. He'd make his way to Fayetteville at any opportunity and cause havoc, probably irritating Patrice but definitely doting on Nyla in a way that only he could.

Tears that had been fighting to see the world all day pricked Terry's eyes yet again. He almost let them fall but found himself blinking them back once Patrice pushed open the door and poked her head inside.

She smiled despite work wearing her thin and waved with her fingers. "Can I come in, or would that be too much?"

"Of course, you can," he answered, trying to put on a brave face to hide the true turmoil inside.

Seeing her stand there, her bright smile directed at him like he was the sun, moon, and stars, was the first time he'd felt anything other than the weight of regret. He needed her to come into the room.

Tiptoeing, Patrice approached Terry and peered over the crib's railing to look at Nyla. "How was she," she whispered before softly touching her forehead to check for heat. "Doin' any better?"

"A little. I got her to eat and play for a bit before the medicine kicked in. She should be out for the night and good enough to sit with your mom by the ceremony on Monday. But, we'll see."

"Good. Thank you for taking the lead. I know she was happy to have you around." She took a second look at her pride and joy, then focused all her attention on Terry. Worry and sadness had found a home on his brow line as they remained furrowed in thought. She leaned her head on his forearm and looked up at him. "And what about my other baby? How was he today?"

The date wasn't lost on Patrice. She noticed when Terry slowly retreated into himself the week before. She saw him looking at Mike's Instagram when he thought she wasn't paying attention. She heard the conversation with his aunt when he promised to come by and see her the next time he could make it to Baton Rouge, even though she knew that time wasn't coming. Every shift in his demeanor and thousand-yard stare showed that he was reliving a hellish time she couldn't protect him from.

No amount of soothing could pull him out of his rut. But that wouldn't stop her from trying.

Terry continued to stare down at Nyla as he answered. "I'm okay. Not too up, not too down."

"You need anything?" Terry didn't respond with words once he finally tore his eyes away from their daughter to look at Patrice. He only shook his head. "Can I give you a hug at least?"

His first dose of physical affection for the day felt like the wind was gently placed back into his lungs as Patrice pulled him closer by his shoulders. His hands found her waist first, giving the spot a short squeeze before allowing his arms to fully encircle her body.

"I love you. You know that?"

"I know." That was the one thing he was sure of. His heart and mind were splintered into a million pieces, but he knew Patrice was there to help him put each one back in their proper place. His lips found her temple for a lingering kiss as he closed his eyes to ward off the sadness, still trying to take center stage. "I, um…I... didn't have a good day today…" Terry struggled with the words, opening and closing his mouth in hopes that something would come out while Patrice listened to him try to articulate his thoughts. A deep breath and closed eyes helped him settle before he spoke. "I could use some time together. Whatever you have tonight, I'll take it. I know you have to be up early tomorrow, so even an hour is –"

His words were cut short by a simple kiss on his cheek. Patrice pulled back to look at him and flashed a reassuring smile. "Give me a few minutes to get changed, and you have me for however long you need me. I'll stay up late and everything. Dasia will understand if I cancel my hair appointment for tomorrow."

"I don't want you to do that."

"We'll play it by ear," she answered to douse the early flames of a disagreement. "Twenty minutes. You can time me."

Terry nodded in understanding and silently agreed to let Patrice out of his sight when he needed her most. Whether she was gone for 30 seconds or three days, the time away felt slow.

Terry tried and quickly tired of distracting himself in Nyla's nursery before quietly slipping out and taking the trek to wait for Patrice like a lost puppy.

He settled into the plush velvet chair in the corner and sighed with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Closed eyes heightened his sense of hearing, giving him full access to Patrice's singing in the shower.

Mike would've loved the Patrice he heard so much about. He'd call her 'big sis' and annoy her the way little brothers do. They'd argue endlessly but still find time for secret handshakes and inside jokes. He'd finally have someone on his side to pester Terry and receive sound advice from when the going got tough. They may have taken him in as their overgrown first child. They could've worked together to get him on the right path and save his life.

Unfortunately, Terry would never know. The not knowing left the door wide open for sadness to creep back in.

He breathed deep and tried to will grief away with Patrice's voice as a lullaby in the background. And for a moment, it complied. The dark, heavy cloud slipped off his back and down to his feet with every exhale, lightening the weight on his arms and shoulders until he felt close to a Terry who was safe, sound, and far from the troubles of his past.

Mike would want that. He'd like to know what Terry had going on as the last person expected to settle down into a family man. He'd probably poke fun at his older cousin for attending birthing classes and fawning over ruffled outfits in Target when what he knew of Terry was brooding, reserved, and quietly menacing. Mike had seen his cousin kick up dust with the worst of them. Seeing Terry as a man who wouldn't so much as cough too loud if his wife or daughter was around would be a sight.

As grief slowly packed its things and headed for the door, his comfort emerged from the steaming bathroom, looking like a lighthouse in a raging storm.

Patrice's humming paused once she noticed Terry sitting in the corner. "Missed me," she teased, drawing a small, dry chuckle from her husband as she made her way to their dresser. "You could've joined if you wanted."

"That's alright. I know you need your time to decompress.” He gestured toward the garment in her hand. “Need help with that?"

She could've put her clothes on with no assistance, but Patrice knew that Terry wouldn't have asked if he didn't need the distraction. She granted his covert request for her attention by quickly plucking matching pieces from her sleepwear drawer and placing them in his outstretched hands.

They spent time in comfortable silence while he slid soft cotton up her legs and then helped her into her shirt, kissing random spots of exposed skin along the way. "I didn't ask about your day. I'm sorry. I got a lot of…other stuff on my mind. How was work?"

"It was work. Nothing too important. Glad it's the weekend. Two more days, and I get to see my first graduating class of freshmen that I taught. Isn't that crazy? I'm getting old, huh?" She laughed by herself.

Terry avoided eye contact despite his faint smile, preferring to tie the drawstring at her waist in a neat bow like she preferred. "Never old. Only better."

"You're too sweet." Patrice cuddled him close when he was done and rubbed a spot at the nape of his neck to soothe him into closing tired, heavy lids. "I know it's tough, but I promise you'll be okay, babe. The sadness isn't gonna go away, but you'll learn to live with it. You'll learn to make space for all those feelings inside you at once. And I'll be here when you need someone else to hold some of them, too."

Terry sighed. "I'm not tryin' to be a burden for you, P. We have enough going on as is."

"You're not a burden, Terry; you're my husband – my friend."

To be accepted with all of the muddy waters traversing his mind and heart felt like too much to ask for in Terry's mind, especially from someone who'd spent so much time wading through all his bullshit without complaint. He owed her his life, the full weight of his love, until the day God deemed their time together but a beautiful memory forever etched in boxed trinkets and old photos.

He wanted to give her the moon as she stood stroking his pain away with her fingertips but settled for kissing his way up her sternum on the way to her lips.

One day, when other emotions had dwindled, and he was feeling more like himself, Terry would lay his head on Patrice's lap and tell her about the atrocities that had shaped the time before they reacquainted. That day wasn't today, and all he could think of was pouring his gratitude for her graciousness into making sure she was satisfied in the one area he could control.

Shorts that had only been on her body for mere minutes found a new home on the floor alongside her top. Patrice was weightless in Terry's arms as he carried her to their shared bed, his lips attached to hers for needy kisses that felt more like life rafts to keep him above rough waters than affectionate gestures.

Patrice questioning if he was sure about his actions fell on deaf ears, and soon, all of her inquiries became lost whispers in a room swirling with the sounds of desperate lovemaking. Terry left his mark on her neck and chest while he worked himself out of his clothes.

His voice came in gravelly against the shell of her ear. "I fuckin' love you, Treece. Don't ever leave me." He was pleading and caught somewhere between raw desire and tremendous despair. "Please, don't ever leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere, baby," Patrice reassured without hesitation.

Terry left soft kisses and big, salty tears on Patrice's cheeks once their foreheads met. "Please. I need you, Patrice." Grief was back and taunting him in his ear with its partner in crime, Doubt. She'll leave, just like everyone else. You don't deserve her. Lies filled his head with no shut-off valve in sight. The tears turned into sobs he couldn't ignore with breathing techniques or a change in his thought process. "I'm sorry. I just need you. I can't do this by myself. Don't leave."

Patrice quickly cast amorous feelings aside to wrap her arms tight around Terry. "Woah, woah, TJ. I'm here! I'm right here."

Grief was a bitch. Even when he threw his best punch at it, grief always hit Terry back with a haymaker that left him staggering and woozy in defeat.

The moments after his heaving, hyperventilating meltdown became a blur of Patrice's soft-spoken instruction, lavender bubble bath, and candlelight. When he came back from a mental trip to Shelby Springs to live out alternate realities, where he emerged victorious with Mike by his side, he found himself nestled between his wife's legs, surrounded by fresh hot water and scented white foam.

Patrice moved behind him, plastic crinkling as she peeled the back off of something he couldn't see before bringing her wet hands around to his face. "These'll help with the puffiness," she declared like an experienced esthetician informing a client. "I used to use this every other day in grad school. Cry all you need. No one will ever know by morning."

A 'thank you' tried to rise from his throat, but Terry quickly found his voice too hoarse to say anything worth a damn. Patrice didn't mind, though. She was content to press another cold patch underneath his eye before grabbing the shampoo rinse cup resting near the baby monitor at the edge of the tub.

Terry closed his eyes as the warm water washed over his short curls, sitting neatly behind a sharp hairline and tapered sides. His hair glistened under flickering lights provided by small flames in glass components. Patrice used her acrylic nails to work magic against his scalp, turning shampoo into a mountain of suds to cleanse the pain.

"I swear every time my Nana and mama scrubbed my head, I felt like a new person after. One time, I was going through the worst friend breakup I've ever had, and by the time Mommy finished with me, I didn't even know that girl's name. Didn't even matter anymore."

"What happens after the scrub, though? You just…go back to normal?"

Patrice chuckled as she ran another stream of water across his head to start on a second lather. "Hell no. That's where the patches come in." Terry allowed himself his first genuine laugh all day, taking a stone out of grief's stronghold. His fingertips ran back and forth over the wet skin on Patrice's legs as he sat with his eyes closed in a battle for his sanity. They let the quiet ripple of water around them fill the humid air in the room, preferring to enjoy the feel of skin on skin over extraneous conversation until Patrice began running conditioner through each of his thick strands. "I love when you wear your hair like this. The haircuts are nice, but when it's grown out, it reminds me of young you."

"Hot-headed, couldn't buckle down enough to work through being mad at not getting scholarships to still go to college me?" Terry scoffed, finding the notion of a younger, far less polished him being someone worth missing.

Patrice shrugged. "I didn't know that Terry," she confessed. The stories of his anger felt like fables to Patrice. The only Terrence Richmond she'd ever known was sweet as homemade banana pudding after Sunday service and a whip-smart boy with the world at his feet. "My Terry and his little fro was always kind. Always noble and lending a helping hand. And now he's got a baby girl in the other room with a head full of her daddy's curls after she looked like Charles Barkley for three months." Terry smiled at the mention of Nyla and how she'd inherited at least one part of him after taking her mother's entire face. Patrice watched him reach for the monitor and bring it closer to his face for a look at his second favorite girl before she continued. "My Terry is who Mike loved. I never met him, but I know he saw the best in you. We all do, baby."

More silence sat heavy as Terry wiped away fresh tears gathering at his waterline. Of course, they'd see the best in him when he couldn't see the best in himself.

Grief came knocking again with Doubt in tow, but Terry ignored them to slide deeper into the water and rest his heavy head on Patrice's chest before speaking. "Mike and me…we used to get in a lot of trouble at my granny's house."

"Yeah? Two badass kids, huh? Tell me about it."

"One time," he started, already smiling at the memory. "We got her beagle, Satchel, sick because we kept feeding him shrimp out of the gumbo. He threw up all over the back porch, and Mike got so scared that he told on us, thinking we wouldn't get the switch if we were honest."

"Did y'all?"

Terry laughed and nodded. "Wore our asses out. I hated that damn dog for the rest of his life. It wasn't his fault, but I was just a kid."

"You knew better, though."

"Whose side are you on right now?" Terry asked, looking up at Patrice with faux offense on his face.

She giggled back. "Okay, my bad!" A final round of water cascaded down Terry's shoulders and back, washing the ugly soot of regret off of his grief to reveal the love making up its inner parts. Patrice kissed his wet hair and held her lips there even as she spoke. "Can you tell me more about Mike? I wanna know him through you."

The invitation erupted a dormant volcano deep within his Terry's heart.

He told stories of his cousin and their time together until the lavender-scented bubbles evaporated into tepid bath water. Until grief felt more like gratitude for memories made. Until Patrice's stomach ached from laughter. Until the clock struck midnight, and tears started to roll again. Until Patrice had wiped his entire face with her delicate fingertips several times over without a single inkling of exasperation or judgement while they lay face to face beneath cold sheets. And until she finally closed her eyes from exhaustion and turned her back for some shut-eye.

Then, he talked to God. A long list of thank you's emerged from his heart. A thank you for keeping him alive, one for time spent with Mike, one for his daughter, and another for the only person keeping him afloat when all he wanted to do was drown.

Terry looked at Patrice and smiled. Light from the television illuminated her face, highlighting her knitted brow and slight frown as she lay in the throes of a dream he could only imagine was vivid enough to evoke such a clear expression of disgust. The thought alone produced a genuine smile.

Clicking the power button, Terry found himself in complete darkness, fighting for the words to finish his prayer. He sighed and looked back toward Heaven. "She's perfect, God. Even when she isn't. If you never give me anything else, thank you for Patrice."

"Hm?"

Patrice's groggy response to her name being called made Terry roll over on his side to calm her back into sleep. "Nothing, baby," he spoke into her shoulder before pressing a kiss on her skin. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, earning a content sigh. "I was just praying for you."

She smiled without opening her eyes. "Well, amen to that."

Tears tickled Terry's waterline, this time filled with overwhelming gratitude. A blessing like no other.

"Yeah. Amen to that."

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nemesis-writer · 6 months ago

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[Unwanted Ransom(Chapter 2)]

Daddy Issues Masterlist TW- Neglect, depression

Everything was cold, I couldn't afford the apartment. The fact that I was also a minor, just made it worse. I couldn't get an apartment without a guardian and legal papers of emancipation, which hehe silly me. GOT WET FROM THE RAIN!!!

I had to beg in the streets like a fool. God, that was a shitty day. I felt as if it was better than the cold and lonely mansion. They have like 20 bedrooms and I was given a fucking storage. Ugh, I never complained, I was able to graduate high school because I passed the SAT's and my high IQ helped me go to France for a competition.

I was then able to get a dorm room at Harvard in a few months, because by then, they have noticed my high marks. It was weird at first, because hell I was 5,1 I was short as fuck. I couldn't even sit on my chair properly without nearly falling. I was accepted at Harvard Law, and started my first year. I had made multiple friends that felt like big sisters to me. But by then the famous Mr Stark, was making a donation for the university. There was a party being held for the donation.

Students screaming, confetti flying everywhere, many journalists and news casters seeking his attention.

"Mr. Stark what's the reason for this generous donation?"

"Mr. Stark is it true you were able to survive the war against Thanos?"

"Mr Stark smile for the camera!"

So many questions overwhelmed Mr Stark. I wanted to ask for his signature, until...

"Hey kid, get the fuck out of the way!" The fucking journalist kicked me. I screamed as loud as I can, but I didn't realise I got the attention of Mr Stark and the journalist.

"Aren't you the neglected child of Mr Wayne?"

"Aren't you the daughter of a dead whore?"

I was never that embarrased my entire life. I screamed back, "MY MOTHER"S NOT A WHORE YOU MOTHER-". I was cut off when I felt someone carrying me out.

"HEY, LET THE KID GO!" I was too angry to realise that it was Mr Stark that yelled that, I was placed down reluctantly by the guards.

"Hey kid, you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." I muttered.

"Here, I'll drive you home as an apology for having you deal with that." He proposed.

"I- I don't really have a home. I stay in the dorms." I revealed softly

"Oh, that's ok, I have a guest room that you can get, I'm also sure we have some warm clothes for you to wear." He offered.

"I really shouldn't" I said.

"No need I insist." He replied.

4 years later...

HEADLINES FOR TODAY...

THE STARKS AND THEIR TWO DAUGHTERS ARE GOING TO THE GALA AND MEET THE WAYNES...

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phoenixlevine · 26 days ago

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so here's my take on @onyxonline's original Space Rider AU

Forgive me for my terrible grammar—I failed English.

This took three days since I play guitar, so please excuse me if the rest of her team isn't here yet. That’s also why I got too lazy to draw her wings every time.

Vaelion "Vael" Ignis (VAYL or VALE—yeah, I did the spelling on purpose) is a critter all the way from Arcadia, her home planet. [Sketches of it will come out soon!] Her entire personality revolves around unhinged urges of arson—not that she'd actually do it—sarcasm, chaotic playfulness, and coffee.

She's a dragon, and her skills rely on speed and agility. She often tosses enemies into the air, kicking them to the ground mid-fall, and mixes close-combat techniques with weapon strikes enhanced by bursts of flames. Besides her main traits, Vael also has two sides: the unhinged, calm one and the serious, no-nonsense one. She's an excellent strategist when her chaotic tendencies are set aside—her plans, as odd as they may be, always somehow work, much to the team's frustration. Despite everything, she’s kind at heart.

Arcadia, her home, is a moderately populated planet in the Leo constellation, known for its natural hot springs and breathtaking sights. It attracts tourists from all over the galaxy... including some unwanted guests. Fortunately, the Space Riders deal with them in "stealth"—or, as Vael puts it, "stealth" often involves half a field being lit on fire.

Hobbies: Making music (like playing guitar or something), flying—those wings aren’t just for show!

Powers: Pyrokinesis (obviously). To add a bit more spice, she has an extra skill called Hearts of Cinders, which allows her to absorb any fire- or physical-based attack and return it three times more powerful. However, this comes at the cost of a significant amount of her energy, often leading to mid-fight collapses. She can also use Hearts of Cinders on fellow critters to shield them! As stated in the first line of this post, the Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline, not me, and I'm in-love with the series btw, keep it up🫶🫶

#space riders au #space riders oc #onyxonline

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the-monstermash · 9 months ago

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UNBROKEN BETROTHALS pt. 3

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Synopsis: After running away from an unwanted proposal, you find yourself working in a brothel as a cook. When a certain guest takes an odd liking to you, secrets are revealed and betrothals unbroken

Warnings: Angst, Brothels, Mature, 18+, Eventual Smut, Explicit Language

Word Count: 2, 031

> A/N: Catch the corny tie-in at the end of the chapter. I think maybe one more chapter will wrap up this story.

You were in a bout of disbelief. You'd not left your room in days, taking your meals and guests in the rooms. Sylvi was obviously angry with you, because she’d said nothing about you not cooking. She likely had already hired a new cook to replace you, no doubt planning to kick you out the moment you stepped outside again. Where would you go? Back to the Riverlands was always an option, but you were afraid of what you might find if you returned.

How could you not be? Your entire life you had thought of your parents as betrayers. You'd thought they'd wished to sell you off to some disgusting man, to rid themselves of the burden of you. In reality, what choice had they truly had? To reject the king would be dishonorable, not to mention impossible. They would’ve had to respond immediately, to agree in your stead.

How could you ever think so lowly of them? They'd given you so much love in your youth, how would they ever do something so cruel if they'd had the choice not to? Were they heartbroken at the loss of a daughter? Did they think you dead? Or did they accept that you just didn't want to be with them anymore, and you'd left for a better life. Were they still looking for you? You didn't know which was worse.

And then there was Aemond.

Why had he cared so much? You were of no great house, and your marriage would be of no benefit to him. Your running away should've been to his relief, not his anger. Then, for him to track you down, and push his intentions on you. What was the purpose?

The knock on the door did not make you rise from the bed as it would've a week ago, and you did not call to the visitor like you would've a week ago. Instead, you waited for whoever it was to either let themselves in, or go away. You'd be happy with either one.

The creak of the solid door told you they'd chosen the former.

"Are you awake?" Lauryn's voice pulled a sigh from you.

She'd come with more questions, or to gossip about what was happening outside of your room.

"If I was not before, your presence has brought me a sense of invigoration." You smiled sadly, patting the bed for her to enter.

She stepped inside the room, but did not cross the distance. Her absence in the door frame was filled with another. A much taller, blonder, guest, that put much more dread in you than she had.

"Lauryn, what is this?" You sat up, crossing your arms and pulling the blankets up to cover your nightclothes. He stepped into the center of the room, hands behind his back, looking around to take in the sight.

"He's demanded to see you." We can not deny him, is what she said with her eyes. You nodded at her and she quickly fled the room, closing the door behind her.

The silence was not comfortable, nor was it unwelcome. You knew if he spoke, it would be about the betrothal, and that would make you think of your family, and you would be back to worrying for your dear family and how they were fairing. You felt so vulnerable, wrapped up in your blankets and nightclothes before him, all alone.

"My prince, you wanted to see me?" You propped your knees to your chest, sure you looked like a big pile of sheets with a head on top to him.

"I wanted to see you were well." He finally took his eyes off your meager decorations, and looked at you. "Have you had any more spells?" You shook your head.

"I'm quite well."

"And have you thought any more of my words?" You sighed, exasperated, but relenting to the fact that he simply would not let this go.

"Of course I have. It's all I've thought about, holed up in this room. That, and where I'll go once Sylvi casts me from my home. Because of you." You wanted to yell, but you just did not have the energy.

"Me?"

"If you'd just accepted my answer, she would have gotten past it. But you pursued, and chased, and you would not relent."

"I'd relented the first time you rejected me, how many rejections did you expect I would take?"

"Relenting would've been leaving me be, not seeking me out here when you knew I was content."

"I did not come here for you, you happened to be here." You rolled your eyes.

"I *happened* to be in a kitchen, hidden away from everyone where *you* found me in search of 'wine’? There was wine everywhere up front, it is a whore house! You knew I was here, and you found me, because you could not accept the rejection. You sought me out, you said so yourself." He blanched at you repeating his words to him. Perhaps he thought you did not remember your last conversation.

"So I sought you out. What is the crime in it? You were my betrothed, and I would not have you running about the world any longer. I demand to know why you rejected me so long ago, and why you reject me now. I am more than suitable for you, and you should have been proud to serv-"

"I did not know it was you!" You silenced him with your yell. "I did not run away from marrying you, I ran away...because I thought my parents were to send me off to some gray man I did not know, and force me to wed him, and I would spend my whole life with some old Lord who did not love me, and I would never live! I was a child, and I was afraid, Aemond."

He was silent for a moment, before sighing and coming to sit at the edge of your bed.

"And why do you refuse me now?"

"I guess I thought if I married you, then I might as well have married the first man. It would've saved me a lot of trouble, and made my family proud, at the very least." He nodded at that and looked away. "Why do you want me so badly?"

He tilted his head, thinking for a second before shrugging his shoulders. You scoffed at that and stretched your legs to leave room for your crossed arms, not believing that he was just pointlessly pursuing you.

"I've had enough rejection for one lifetime. I'll not have any more." It was a simple answer, and given the past you knew of him, you supposed it made sense. He'd been refused a dragon, friends, a father, a crown. You could see how when you, a simple girl from nowhere, rejected him, it might have confounded him, and tipped him over the edge. He seemed deep in thought, or perhaps deep in memory, and before your eyes you saw him regress into the young boy he'd been, when all he knew was hurt and rejection.

In a way, you pitied Aemond. He had led a sad life, but he'd also led a privileged life. and that privileged life often made people overlook the hurt he'd faced as a child. He was a prince, and that made him revered and respected in many aspects, but he was also a scared, hurt little boy, with no respect from his peers and no one to truly turn to.

"I suppose I can understand that." He turned to you, his lips turning up in acknowledgement before he gently laid his head in your lap.

It surprised you, though it shouldn't have. He was desperate for appreciation and affection. That was why he was here, after all, begging you to reconsider marriage to him.

You had reconsidered it over these past few days. You'd thought it over in a hundred different ways, and truthfully, without the added angst of your parental situation, you really had no reason to say no to his proposal. He was a perfectly respectable husband, and with his doting nature, you'd thought he'd treat you quite well. You could see yourself content with him, if not happy.

"I suppose marriage wouldn't be so bad if my husband were agreeable." You gently found yourself petting his hair, making him close his eye.

"Hm." Was his simple answer, a hum of content, yet it prompted you to elaborate.

"He would have to be kind, of course. And perhaps handsome, though not superficial. I would like him to be strong, and brave. Though, not to the point of recklessness. Perhaps a Stark." You looked down at him with a playful smile, and he responded with a chortle. "You're right, I do hate the cold." You scratched at his scalp.

"You'll make an exceptional wife, and I'll make you happy." He turned onto his back so he was looking up at you, his soft eyes gazing up at you.

He truly was beautiful. His features were in total opposition, his long, soft hair, sharp jaw, and sweet eyes all combined to make a statuesque deity laid before you. His hair was almost pearlescent in the way the fire flickered across him, changing the hues in a second, and blending in oranges and reds and magnificent yellows.

You could not think of a way to tell him you were conceding, and he'd finally won. You just smiled down at him and nodded.

"I need to see my parents." Your voice broke at the mere idea, and he nodded immediately, sitting up and turning to hold your face.

"I'll see it's done. We'll call them to King's Landing."

"Thank you, Aemond.”

He tilted himself just slightly, enough for you to understand what he was asking for. You leaned in enough to meet your lips to his in a soft and gentle kiss. You rest your hand on his jaw, and the other on his chest. He pushed himself against you more to deepen the kiss, pushing you back onto your hands.

His kiss was desperate, and held an air of pure satisfaction. It was not overly rushed, but deep and passionate. You could feel him pour his soul into it, like a beautiful piece of poetry. Every suckle was a sonnet, every sigh a sestina. He pulled your body to his, and it was a haiku, consisting of syllables only spoken in physical language. And you hung onto every single word.

You pulled away for air, but he didn't let you get far, holding his hand to the back of your head, your forehead pressed against his. Your bodies still moved in sync, rising and falling with breath, slowly calming yourselves back down.

"We'll marry as soon as your parents arrive. The very same day."

"Shouldn't you ask the king? I’m sure your family won’t relish the thought of a prince marrying a common cook. You could marry at a much higher advantage for the war."

"There is nothing common about you. And besides, my father already approved the marriage all those years ago. My brother won't deny me." You nodded.

"I'll see you again? Before the wedding? Promise you'll come see me." He raised his eyebrow at that, clearly confused about something you'd said.

"You're coming to the castle with me, are you not, my Lady?" The title made you chew your lip, you had not heard it in a very long time. “I’ll not have my wife sleep in a brothel any longer, I’ve suffered it long enough.”

“This brothel is my home, and you’ve had no trouble turning in a night or two if I remember correctly. Besides, I wouldn’t want to offend your family by assuming I was welcome. You should confirm the betrothal first with the king.” He sighed and turned away, but came up with no argument.

“I’ll be back for you, in a week’s time-at most. Say your goodbyes, pack your things. Prepare to be a princess of the seven kingdoms.” He stood and leaned for one last kiss.

“I’ll be waiting, my prince.”

And with one more lasting stroke of your cheek, he left to unbreak the betrothal you’d abandoned so long ago.

@mamawiggers1980 @dahlias-and-marigolds @starrflowerr @aemondwhoresworld

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen smut #unbroken betrothals

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chipistrate · 2 years ago

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Welcome to the Grand Opening of Freddy Fazbears Balloon Circus!

After an array of previous undisclosed incidents at the Mega Pizzaplex, ending with the sudden collapsing of the building due to an unexpected earthquake, Fazbear Enterprise has demolished the old mall and rebuilt a new and improved carnival on the property! But just because the attractions above ground have been overhauled, doesn't mean the secrets beneath the surface have magically disappeared.

Reblogs appreciated!

MANY more rambles about this AU under the cut: would much appreciate if you read them, but there's no obligations!

EVERYTHING HERE IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE!! This AU has just been pieced together by my insane ramblings to my friend over the past few days, so everything in it's early stages of development, and this post is being written VERY late while I'm very sleep deprived and just trying to finish it in time to schedule it! If some things are a bit weird or inconsistent then please keep that in mind! Thank you! :D

Gregory, Vanessa, and Freddy all return to the now renovated lot where the Pizzaplex once stood, having been called back two years after their last failed visit too save a long lost friend, too repair their old creation known at the M.X.E.S after it was suddenly and unexplainably shut down again. Upon entering the new-ish carnival, they'll quickly find it hard to safely look for the entrance to the layers below as the friendly mascot suits above chase after them for being unwanted guests.

Above ground, they're hunted by the mascots- new suits built for both performers and endoskeletons to be able to wear. This night, controlled by corrupted endoskeletons, they've been ordered to chase after the intruders by someone lurking below the carnivals ground. As well as finding the littler animatronics, known as Balloon Babies, to be quite the inconvenience.

Below ground, they're hunted by the old Glamrocks, still functional after all this time, and now under a new threats command that's also trying to keep the 3 star family from reaching M.X.E.S; Vannie. Aka, Cassie. Still here in the ruins of it all, waiting for the her perfect moment to lure the family back in and get her revenge for what they did to her all those years ago.

The mascots are the new faces of the Freddy Fazbears Balloon Circus, their costumes built to be worn by both endoskeletons and actors- but in a safer way than the springlock suits. The actors are used during the day for greeting and interacting with guests, putting on performances, etc etc. While the endoskeletons are used at night as a replacement for security guards and STAFF bots, kindly, but forcefully, escorting any intruders off the premises. Under Vannie's control they, of course, are much less kind and gentle with how they "escort" the 3 star fam out of the carnival.

Balloon Babies are smaller, almost Helpy-like animatronics in appearance, built to keep lost and lonely children happy and entertained while waiting for their guardian to arrive. They can't speak, but they can play song, games, sound effects, blow up balloons with their fingertips, etc etc. They found Gregory after he had been forcefully split up from Vanessa and Freddy by the mascots, and upon the family reuniting, the Balloon Babies more annoying feature kicked in: The Emergency Alert System. Whenever a child they are playing with is approached by an odd looking adult or other figure that seems like they could be a potential threat to the child's safety, whether that be a kidnapper, unfit guardian, bully, etc. the Balloon Babies will use their emergency alert system to call one of the mascots over and deal with the threat, kindly guiding the threat away and bringing the kid to a safer area away from potential danger where they can stay with staff until a proper guardian arrives. The Balloon Babies had decided in their time with Gregory that Vanessa and Freddy were unfit guardians for leaving Gregory scared and alone this late at night, and any time Vanessa and/or Freddy is nearby, their alert system will sound off and call a mascot to their location. The problem, other than the obvious, is that the Balloon Babies are fixated on Gregory. They will always be attracted to him and find their way back to him no matter what, with the only exception being when he's under ground. Which means that, until they can find a way to deactivate or otherwise get rid of these guys, Gregory is forced to be split up from Vanessa and Freddy above ground, and regroup underground.

The only exception is Goldie, a soft yellow version of the Freddy Balloon Baby that doesn't follow the others. Goldie is the only one of the Balloon Babies that can go underground, Vannie specifically programming him to be able to do so. He follows Vannie around and provides her with much needed company, being her only real friend down here besides Roxy. Later on, Gregory will find Goldie, but instead of calling for the mascots whenever Vanessa is near, he'll send out a signal to distract the other Balloon Babies away from Gregory so they won't call for the mascots or overwhelm him. Goldie can tell that Vanessa and Freddy are fit guardians that love Gregory very much, and can also tell that they're afraid of the mascots, though he can't compute why- it's his job to make sure that kids and their families are safe, so he's doing his best to ensure their safety however he can. Later on, Vannie will come looking for her friend after a long period of time of him being away and find him with the 3 star family, causing more conflict between the two parties that Goldie can't understand- Cassie and Gregory are supposed to be friends, aren't they? That's what Cassie said. Friends aren't supposed to fight each other, they're supposed to protect each other. That's what Goldie believes, at least.

Random trivia;

-Gregory, Freddy, and Vanessa have been living together for about 3 years now. 1 year by the time of Ruin, and 2 years after the fact leading up to Balloon Circus.

-Cassie has been gaslit into thinking that all the stuff Dr. Rabbit did was actually Gregory himself with no outside influence, only fueling her want for revenge, not only for the elevator incident, but everyone he hurt. This will affect Gregory greatly(he has not 100% recovered and this Does Not Help).

-Cassie still doesn't fully trust the Mimic, despite being under its influence. She let the M.X.E.S stay up after the 3 star family put it back up after Ruin despite Mimic's demands for her to shut it down again, assuring him it was "part of her plan". She wasn't entirely lying, shutting down the M.X.E.S was how she wanted to lure the family back, but she'd be lying if she said it wasn't also partially because she wanted to keep "that old endo" sealed away. He's not completely free from fault either.

-Gregory and Vanessa both have chips implanted in their heads, it's how Dr. Rabbit and Vanny took over way back when. Those same chips gave them VR vision, but the chips have since been "domesticated" and can't go full VR mode anymore. Despite this fact, they do still have a few side effects of the VR vision, such as some walls and objects simply not existing, despite them looking perfectly normal and real. They can phase through them without trouble, and this helps them navigate the Balloon Circus, becauseeeeeee;

-Cassie was there during the construction of the circus and set up VR walls in certain spaces to help her hide out and travel around undetected, even during the day. The 3 star family can also use these now as an easier way of navigating through the circus, but also as a way to hide from the mascots and even sometimes the Balloon Babies.

-The entrance to the underground levels is behind a VR wall, but it's one set up by the construction workers so the patrons wouldn't notice it. The reason an intentional opening is there is because the new entrance is now used as a dumping ground for stuff from random items from the ruins of the Pizzaplex to unused stuff from the circus to anything the employees with access to the area want to throw in there. It's how the ruined Glamrocks ended up there.

-The Glamrocks were being slowly reintroduced to the public, the biggest attraction so far being 'Chica of the Sea', a tent for the underwater hologram show of a prerendered mermaid Glamrock Chica that would swim around, wave at guests, and do a few preset moves that employees could turn on whenever. There's hints of them wanting to reintroduce the others as well that haven't been shown off to the public yet, with the new roles being; Glam Freddy and Bonnie are the co-ringmasters of the main tent where the mascots performances are held, making sure everything runs smoothly. Roxanne is the mascots and glamrocks make up artist, as well as offering to do make up/face paint for any patrons that came by her tent (for a price, of course). And Monty would roam around the circus grounds as a strongman showing off his incredible strength. He also has a tent for this, but he was mostly supposed to roam around and sometimes try and make people swing by his tent, mostly so they would buy his merch.

-Chica being the first to be reintroduced has an effect on her character below ground, with her hearing the news and trying her best to dress herself up in whatever scraps she could find to look like her mermaid counterpart, practicing her singing and dancing despite her condition so she could prove that she could be just as good as the hologram if she just got a few repairs.

-Roxanne is headless, having lost her head in her tussle with the Mimic. But she still has control of both her body and head, carrying around her decapitated head in her arms.

-Vannie/Cassie cares about Goldie soso much that's her new bestie<33 Friendship ended with Gregory, Goldie is new best friend<3 (I'm so sorry Gregory)

-Vannie is also known as Vengeful Vannie, but usually shortened to just 'Vannie'. A callback to the "Vengeful Spirit" aka Cassidy, because I think the parallels between the two are neat<3 (THIS MEANS NOTHING LORE WISE IT'S JUST A NAMING THING.)

-Some of the stuff at Balloon Circus was bought from the carnival mentioned to be across the street from the Pizzaplex in the TFTPP epilogues, and rebranded to fit with the new Fazbear theming

I wanna talk more about these guys later- not sure what else exactly to do with them, but if anybody has any questions then feel free to send 'em to my inbox! I'll be more than happy to reply to the best of my abilities<3

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starberry-cupcake · 15 days ago

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THIS IS IT!!! THE FINAL ONE!!! at least, for know...

previously, in nona ice cube barbie del 9 de la tumbita:

this happened

this is the whole tlt journey minus some gideon messages I sent @lady-harrowhark and live as screenshots in her blog, because we didn't know what this would become at that time

kinda regret not being as thorough from the start, because I'm pretty sure gideon is my favorite book of the 3

someone left me a comment about that, about my lack of being thorough for gideon, and I'm sorry, I didn't know back then T_T

now, get ready for...THE UNWANTED GUEST

the title immediately reminded me of one of the edward gorey books I physically own

this one's written as a theater play, just in time for the tonys

(I haven't been able to trade for anything yet :( 👢)

I want to take a moment and send my respect and appreciation to the head editor of this book series

I want to hold their hands and look them in the eyes and tell them to hang in there

because this author can't just not do everything at all times

being an editor is a thankless job most times, because a good editor has to be invisible

people only notice us when a mistake is unchecked, but when the job is well done, the editor doesn't get noticed

and these books are insane to edit, especially as an ongoing series, because of how much they change all the time, in register, in format, in pov, etc.

Carl Engle-Laird, I appreciate your work, thank you for what you do

you are doing great and working very hard

(I'm supremely jealous of how English speaking authors have platforms like Tor and Strange Horizons and ClarkesWorld and Beneath Ceaseless Skies)

ANYWAY, WE'VE GOT A PLAY

the scene and stage situation is giving me sucker punch vibes

robed figures are feeding something in a coffin with meat

or kissing the person, we don't know

the last one to come in is our dear beloved friend palmolive, who's looking less sharp than the other figures

in the coffin, yandere twin sits up and says "you're fucked, my lad"

then, we change scene

I think someone had told me in the recap where I mentioned palmolive getting inside chad's body (we'll talk about that) that this story was about that

so I had an idea, but it's still nice to see what happened

any time I get to see a sixth house person kicking some other house's ass, either physically or intellectually, it's a good day for me

next scene we see yandere twin in an alfred pennyworth cosplay, by a fireplace

and palmolive comes in looking like a tattered professor plum

so maybe yandere twin is tim curry

tim curry butler yandere twin alludes to palmolive having been there earlier, and he says he's "all the gentlemen who called earlier"

then, palmolive starts giving a monologue on how annoying the passive aggressive "if you'd be so good as to wait here" is

kinda loving the play situation going on here

it's very immersive for the scene and also matches how dramatic yandere twin is

yandere twin then comes in dressed as yvette

palmolive continues roasting yandere twin's passive aggressive-ness, because someone has to

yvette!yandere twin leaves and tim curry!yandere twin comes back

this is starting to remind me of that scene in peter pan goes wrong where the same actress plays mrs darling and the maid

kills me every time

the coffins are back and so is yandere twin with an open shirt, leather pants and a clutch bag

she says he doesn't have much time, pointing at the fact that palmolive's suit is tattered and falling apart

he's unmoved

kinda love yandere twin having to be confronted to someone who is unmoved by the way she talks and counteracts with objective facts and simple humor

so, because yandere twin is bored and, when she's bored, she makes it everyone's problem, she decides to play a game

palmolive has 5 questions to ask, not related directly to either chad or his body's whereabouts, to find out where said body is

if he does figure it out, he gets to control it

he also gets one less question because he asks "are you going to play fair?" and yandere twin is the way that she is

when I read the gideon book I kinda felt bad for her being ostracized and pushed aside a lot but now I kinda get it a bit

palmolive exits the curtain and a voice starts talking back to him

so, it wasn't just a monologue

these books with their hidden characters around the corners

the voice tells palmolive to try to ask questions that can give him psychological insights of yandere twin's position, instead of questions that give him facts, because she will never provide facts

voice person also makes a comment about yandere twin deciding to flash the audience so much

palmolive's first question, when he's back on the stage, is whether yandere twin believes in the permeability of the soul

there is a coffin rearrangement

yandere twin is disappointed and asks why he didn't ask anything r rated

allos, am I right?

palmolive says that "in the Sixth, pillow talk is a science"

I wanna read fic written by Sixth House folk, actually

he re-frames the question to clarify that he wants to know whether she thinks the soul can be altered or deformed by external sources

they agree on that because of the way in which revenants work

so palmolive is like "if it can change irreversibly, then it should be able to lose parts of itself over time"

and yandere twin says no

not because she thinks it over, but because that's what lyctors gamble their cavaliers for

nobody's so intent on believing something than someone who doesn't want to be wrong

she uses augustine as evidence and says she's thankful he didn't live to see this conversation

I personally would love palmolive to intellectually kick lyctor ass

even more so than he's already done it

also, love the assumption that the lyctors knew what they were doing at any given time

the fact that someone was wrong for ten thousand years doesn't make them less wrong

palmolive says that just because it happens slowly and nobody has looked at it, it doesn't mean it can't happen

I'm high-fiving palmolive in my head at that

yandere twin's only argument is that she is a lyctor and he's not, which 1) doesn't prove anything and 2) just you wait, bitch

he goes back to the voice confessionals and the voice calls him "babe", at which point I'm lost at to who this is

the voice also says this doesn't look like camilla's idea

the voice is correct on that and also on the fact that yandere twin is putting on an act, something the voice calls their "topic of expertiese"

because if yandere twin was so much of a wild party girl, she wouldn't have been the way she was back at the Third and become a lyctor

voice says yandere twin is trying to manipulate palmolive by giving him what he wants and not what would serve his purpose

palmolive says he's not good at yandere twin questions which...I don't know who can be

maybe augustine, he had a similar vibe

voice says they believe in palmolive and he says "You didn't always. I had to fight for that"

palmolive goes back and announces he has a new question and yandere twin says that it's like playing strip poker with harrowcita

and she "hopes it doesn't awaken anything in her"

as if she hasn't been on that camp for a couple books already

the question is *drum roll*

"Do you regret the murder of Naberius Tern?"

WHAT A QUESTION, HUH?

the robed figures hit the lid of their coffin because they're also very interested

when yandere twin tries to avoid the question, palmolive gets all ace attorney

which is like, a lot of energy out of nowhere and very funny

yandere twin is all like "cavaliers are meant to die for us" and palmolive goes "if it comes to that, you insensitive gremlin"

not in those words

she goes "this is why harrow and I are lyctors and you're not" and I'm like

GIRLLLLLLLLLL

I WAS THERE I SAW WHAT HAPPENED

HARROW DID NOT WANT GIDEON TO IMPALE HERSELF FOR LYCTORHOOD

SHE GOT A BRAIN HAIR CUT TO FORGET WHAT HAPPENED AND EVERYTHING

also, it's cool to know this now, after we know of camolive paul atreides's existence, because we know there WAS a different way forward and it's a BETTER way to reach the same sort of state

yandere twin calls palmolive a "purse-mouthed sophist", which I think is very funny, actually

she also says that chad was a very good source of drama because he got cheated on a lot

palmolive says he's surprised because he was very pretty

he says "good looking" but, same difference

yandere twin goes "Was he your type, Sextus?"

I'VE BEEN SAYING

YOU WERE HERE YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN SAYING

THERE'S POTENTIAL THERE

I mean, I know palmolive is too far gone on og!dulcinea and whatever but

it has the same energy that coronabeer and judith have for me

the nerd and the popular kid, this dynamic

I'm weak for that

ANYWAY yandere twin says that chad was loyal to coronabeer more so than her

I honestly was never quite able to understand the dynamic with chad and yandere twin, but that's for them to figure out now huh

she also starts roasting other necro and cav pairings and calls out abby for having magnus as her cav

"Look where that got her"

she actually did a lot, but you weren't there to see it, yandere twin, you were in the emperor's bolthole making a lot of drama about your arm

palmolive goes back to the off stage voice, who compares chad to a "perfect tool", which got me laughing

then, the voice goes "Cam would have smiled at 'perfect tool'"

it was funny

then, palmolive starts smoking

?????????????????????????????????????

voice person and palmolive as are shocked as I am

my theory is that it's a yandere twin thing, but we'll see

voice person tells palmolive to make the next question a good one, because he's running out of options

he says "I wish I had more time to think" and voice goes "Oh, you used to say that a lot"

👀

the next question, the one that's meant to be super important, is:

"What did you make of Gideon Nav?"

I do think that is a very important, crucial question, actually

yandere twin starts roasting every house for free

she calls abby and magnus "dull and stupid" which is absolute slander and a terrible lie

and says that gideon was not the ninth vibe because she was like an overeager dog, which is quite correct

"She wandered around like she was the protagonist and we were all there to give her something to look at"

palmolive says gideon was smarter than she even thought, which is very nice of him to say

yandere twin doesn't act like she's a fan of gideon or the way she fights

says she uses the sword like a racquet

if you'd watch prince of tennis, you'd know that's a compliment

voice person says they would have liked to know gideon

palmolive says he liked her when he got over being jealous of her

I kinda forgot the whole not!dulcinea and gideon situationship that palmolive had to go through, believing she was og!dulcinea

kinda wild camilla didn't try to murder not!duclinea right out of the gate with all the history and how not!dulcinea made it seem like she didn't care about palmolive's entire devotion to saving her life

it would have been a shorter book

camilla killing a lyctor two days into canaan house and going "what, like it's hard?"

voice person calls palmolive "my child"

"babe" and "my child" is a wild combination of pet names

palmolive's starting to sound like sugar baby

he says he didn't like chad much and he probably wouldn't have liked him, even if he got to know him better, but he doesn't deserve to be puppeteered like this

keep your mind open for enemies to friends to lovers, palmolive

voice person quotes shakespeare

hamlet, specifically

palmolive hasn't read it, which I respect, because I haven't read a lot of shakespeare either

and then we get the big reveal

that mysterious pov

OG!DULCINEA

I totally forgot she had told harrow she had something to tell her

and that she'd like to drift into nothingness

which might be what happens to her here

"Palamedes, the very best of Palamedeses"

best of wives and best of women

"Truly, wonderful news for my haters"

I'm gonna stay silent on that

my hate was towards not!dulcinea, I don't know this one as much

don't appreciate her inserting herself into a sixth polycule, saying camilla has to cook, though

take your turbonerd and leave camilla alone

but she does she say they were her friends and she loved them, and that there's freedom in never being completed

so, before turning herself into confetti into the ether, palmolive asks to see her for the first time

palmolive quotes the bible, very dr reverend emperor john of him

and when og!dulcinea asks him if she was cute, he says she's perfect

what else was he going to say? the man is smitten and all that

so, palmolive asks the very best of the questions, for drama points

whether yandere twin would have used coronabeer for lyctorhood if there was no other choice than her

yandere twin wants to escape the question by saying coronabeer isn't a good cav and doesn't fight well

which is kinda bs, as we know

palmolive asks what she would have done then, if chad had died prematurely

and she says she would have gone for martita instead

but palmolive continues and gives her a scenario in which she wouldn't have been able to do that

but yandere twin doesn't want to hypothetically kill coronabeer

and palmolive goes "there are costs that even Ianthe Tridentarius won't pay in pursuit of her goal. Or...Cornoabeth herself is part of your goal. You can't spend her, because you'd invalidate the very thing you were trying to buy".

palmolive says he gets one more question, and it can be just a yes or now answer

if yandere twin can't answer, then he wins, if she can, he loses

he also says that he's been inside her head enough to know she never does anything either decent or polite, which checks out

the question is:

"Do you know where Naberius Tern's body is?"

he says he's suspected since the suit and purple tie but the cigarettes were the moment he started really paying attention

because he doesn't know how to smoke and wouldn't even know where to start

he also points out the comment where she said gideon used her sword like a racquet and the fact that yandere twin wasn't present to see gideon fight

especially with the way in which yandere twin was upset at gideon's lack of propriety in dueling, which palmolive says she would have found funny rather than irritating, to know chad got decked

the first question was, he says, the crucial question, because she isn't accepting what is happening, which is that souls are permeable, and that's how palmolive picked up cigarettes and trash talk

all the while they've been opening coffins and all of the ones they open are empty

palmolive says that they're intermingling, the souls, until they become unable to separate from one another

"There is no body left to find, Ianthe. Or, as I gather, they call you now...Ianthe Naberius"

palmolive leaves and yandere twin opens the final empty coffin

mic drop from the sixth

this explains why yandere twin was smoking when they found her in the cave

I thought that was a habit she picked up due to stress, but apparently, it's a chad-ism

this also sort of gives some context to camolive paul atreides and how they intermingled their souls voluntarily, creating a new person rather than this sort of thing that's going on here

it also gives some complicated perspectives on the lyctors and makes me think what things from their cavs they were integrating and whether anyone noticed

the og!gideon and pyrrha situation means there was a way to separate the two, or for one to die and leave the other, but she's the only one who got there

there's a lot we don't know because dr reverend emperor john didn't care enough to ask

like one of the best movies ever made says, they were so preoccupied with whether or not they could that they didn't stop to think if they should

AND THAT'S IT FOR TLT AS OF NOW!!! I have an ask meme thingy to do that @lady-harrowhark shared and I'll see if I do some other things here and there to keep this alive, but I can finally now look at posts, I guess!! Until the next book rolls around!!

Thank you for sharing this journey with me and being so patient and respectful. Especially for not saying anything for over a year when I said the ice cube barbie thing and you all knew I was right for totally random reasons. You're the best! ♥

#luly reacts to tlt #long post #gif cw #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #the unwanted guest

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alliseaisfandom · 7 months ago

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Some Coven of Chaos headcanons

(I haven't watched the finale yet and so I'm coping already just in case. For arguments sake we assume the road was real and at the end it gave Jen, Billy, Agatha and Rio the rest of the coven back, because I'm sappy and live in denial)

They're all alive and meet for holidays. Keep that in mind for the rest of the list.

Jen mixes the best drinks. Alcoholic or not, everyone is convinced there's magic involved. She's got a lifelong ownership of the liqueur cabinet at everyone's house.

Alice can play the cello. Billy is the only one who knows this fact. That is until he can get her tipsy enough to break it out someday play for the coven (he almost got it at Samhain)

Lilia has a "memorial pool" in her backyard.

She was also the one to veto Cats out of Billy's suggestion list for musicals they could go to

Said musical outing has yet to happen since almost everyone voted in a different thing

Agatha voted for wicked.

Rio voted for beetljuice (there was a fight over this, Billy remembers very little of it other than hearing Eddie yell "just because you say it three times doesn't mean your vote counts more". It was the first time he brought Eddie to meet the Coven, and sure at the time he didn't know he was arguing with Death Herself, but Billy was impressed regardless)

Lilia voted for Carmen. When told that Opera was not on the list, she argued that dying granted her an extra vote.

Alice agreed, and so West Side story lives on Billy's whiteboard with 2 votes

Jen voted first and picked Chicago, which Billy also voted for, unfortunately when he tried using Lilia's argument, he was reminded rather aggressively and extensively by Rio that being unmade and Dying are actually two very different things

It's the most anyone has ever heard her talk at once and Billy still regrets not taking out his notebook to remember more of it

Unfortunately he only remembered that he did in fact die as William after he and Eddie were on their way home

Rio hates easter with a passion. She has a great time during Good Friday and then sulks for the rest of the weekend

She also steers clear of most of South America and southern Europe in the ends of cotober-beginning of November, not that she doesn't like the Death related holidays, it's just that people keep spotting her even when she doesn't want them to! It's exclusive to that time of year and she's been trying - and failing- to stop it for centuries

The Titanic was a gift from Agatha to Rio. Yes the Iceberg was an accident, in the way that it rendered useless the very precarious fire she'd set to one of the engine rooms

Rio was very thankful.

Billy's school organised an end of year trip to Italy. That night he got a call from Lilia where she told him the best places to go to, what tourist traps to avoid, and asked if he could bring her back a package stashed away under the floorboards of what he eventually found out was a heavily guarded historical monument

The first time they all actually got together to celebrate anything was Alice's birthday dinner

Agatha found herself with 6 unwanted guests in her kitchen and zero explanation. She did not kick them out, a fact she loudly proclaims to regret as often as possible

There is a group chat

Billy, Alice e and Rio are the most active in it, with Jen following, a bit behind because she "actually has a real job that takes up time that you all seem to have free for some reason" (her herb garden died that afternoon and she refused to answer any of Rio's texts for a week after that.)

Lilia never interacts, and they're not entirely sure she receives the messages, as everyone's phones glitch when they try to check

Agatha leaves them on read

Jen was invited to a beauty event in New York. She brought Billy as her plus one, who proceeded to act as her agent all night, getting her two new brand deals, and a spot on a talk show. She brings him along every time now

To be continued

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #jennifer kale #alice wu gulliver #lilia calderu #rio vidal #billy maximoff #billy kaplan #agatha all along headcanon #I knew this show was gonna bring back the 'avengers tower fic' vibes #I just didn't know it'd bring it back on me #but here we are

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"Azula, how are you going to turn this theme into Gempearleo? There aren't any poly fairytales we know of-"

SHUT UP, WATCH AND LEARN! /Silly

Gem takes a deep breath before stepping into the forest. It's been a month since she went in here, the last time was on her way to her grandmother's house before the most traumatic event of her life. She'll never trust a stranger again.

Never trust a wolf again.

She stays as quiet as possible so she doesn't attract attention. She nearly screams when she notices a wolf standing on the path. She tries to duck behind a tree but the wolf has already seen her, it walks up to her.

"Hi! I'm Pea-"

"GET AWAY FROM ME! STAY HERE AND DON'T FOLLOW!"

Gem runs without looking back, she doesn't pay attention to the trail, she trips over a root and falls over the edge of a cliff side on the trail.

It's not deadly, but she twists her ankle at the bottom. She puts her hand in her mouth and bites to keep herself from screaming. She realizes that her red cloak fell off when she slipped. Whatever, the wolf can have it, it was just a reminder anyways.

Gem tries to stand, her eyes widen at the sharp stabbing pain that shoots through her leg. She bites her lip hard and tastes blood. Gem looks up at where she last saw the wolf and... it's just sitting there, not moving. It's looking at her though.

The wolf looks almost like a girl just with fluffy white ears and a tail, and suspiciously sharp teeth.

At least it's not chasing her. Gem grabs onto a tree and pulls herself up, she starts to run, ignoring the spike of agony that hits her every other step, after a few yards she stumbles and everything goes dark.

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Pearl stares at the human as she repeatedly falls and stops herself from screaming...for some reason.

She wants to go down and help her, but she was told to stay. She hasn't seen a human before, only Cleo who... isn't really human. But the human told her to stay so... that's what she's supposed to do, right? But the human seemed...angry? Did Pearl do something wrong? The human looks like she's taking a nap so Pearl watches over her. It starts getting cold, Pearl carefully picks up the girls cloak that she dropped. It's warm and comfy, and Pearl likes the color! The red is pretty. She sits on the ledge kicking her feet.

Eventually she gets bored and howls, maybe Cleo will hear and tell her it's time to stop staying.

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Cleo is a witch who lives (mostly) alone in the forest. At least she lived alone until they met Pearl. They caught the wolf girl sniffing around her garden one day and before blasting her to bits with magic she noticed how thin Pearl looked, like she was starving. Seeing a wolf picking berries from their garden to eat was...unusual, to say the least.

But after a while, she helped Pearl recover. The wolf did basically whatever they asked. It was pretty helpful, and kept unwanted guests away. Eventually she even started to love the silly girl.

They've been dating for about a month now.

It's late one night and Pearl still hasn't come home when Cleo hears a howl. She steps outside and follows it. They're greeted by a girl passed out on the forest floor and Pearl sitting up on a ledge kicking her feet and howling.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"Cleo! Hi! Can I stop staying now?"

"...what?"

"The human told me to stay, so I stayed! I did really good!"

"...I really need to teach you more about socializing, come down here"

Pearl hops down to where the zombie is waiting.

"What did you DO to the poor girl!?"

"Nothing! She just saw me and screamed and then fell and then took a nap"

"Sweetheart, she's not napping, she's unconscious. Pick her up for me and let's get her back to the cabin."

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Gem wakes up slowly, her vision blurry and something cold on her forehead. She tries to sit up but a strong hand pushes her down.

"Don't sit up too fast honey"

"wha-"

"Is she awake?"

"AGH! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!"

"She's not an 'it' and she's harmless. Relax"

"But-"

"But nothing. Now drink this."

Gem can feel a bottle being pressed into her hand, she takes it and drinks. Her vision clears and she screams when she sees the person sitting on the bed is a zombie and she was right about that voice belonging to the wolf.

"Please don't hurt me!"

"...so that's it, huh. You're just scared, aren't you?"

"I'm not scared of you!"

"It's okay if you are, just take a second and breathe"

"We won't hurt you, I promise. Sorry if I was scary..."

Gem sits there for a moment, thinking

They haven't hurt her...

They helped her, she realizes looking at the cleaned and bandages wounds

...maybe it'll be okay

"Is that my jacket?"

Pearl smiles and nods before spinning, making the hood fly up

...okay, Gem will admit, that was kinda cute

Gem will have plenty of time to get to know them, because Cleo is putting her on bedrest. Cleo offers to wheel her to her grandmother's house though, apparently the two have been good friends since her grandmother was pregnant. Gem isn't going to think about it.

Gem considers staying with her grandmother, but she shouldn't have to care for Gem! Visiting is good enough, she doesn't want her to worry at all.

It means Gem learns pretty quickly why Cleo calls Pearl 'one of the worst wolves she's ever met.' And Gem understands even more why she's one of Cleo's favourite people.

#hermitshipping #ask #gem tag #pearl tag #cleo tag #gempearleo #mod 🎀#weekly theme: fairytales

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myveryownfanfiction · 10 months ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

matthew perry august 19

warnings: swearing

I hid behind the couch and bit my lip. Joey had offered to take chandler out today, knowing I didn’t like lying to him. The two of us had created an elaborate surprise party for him. Joey took him to a Knick’s game while I put the finishing touches on the party. Monica was behind the counter, Rachel and Ross were in chandlers room and phoebe was in joeys room. Various others from chandlers work were hidden throughout the apartment. I heard the door open and the lights turned on.

“Surprise!” We all yelled as we jumped up. Chandler stared at us all, blinking owlishly at me as his nerves settled.

“Happy birthday chandler.” I said, walking over and wrapping my arms around him. “Sorry I couldn’t…” chandler kissed me softly.

“you couldn’t lie to me. I know.” He said. “Thank you.” We smiled at each other before chandler broke away to take off his jacket. “Wow. This is a turn out.” He joked, wrapping an arm around me.

“It was all (Y/N)’s idea.” Monica said, patting my shoulder. Chandler smiled at me again.

“Oh I can imagine." He teased me. Chandler started to make his way around the room, talking to everyone and introducing me to people I hadn't met before today. Eventually we ended up on the couch, leaning into each other. "Thank you again." He whispered, playing with my fingers. I smiled softly at him.

"You're welcome." Chandler kissed me softly. "It feels like the least I can do. You've done so much for me, this feels small in comparison." He shook his head and tugged me closer.

"It means everything." He assured me. "More than you will ever know." I nodded and leaned my head on his shoulder. "So where are the presents?" I faked shock and Chandler's face fell slightly.

"Presents?" I asked. Chandler nodded slowly. "At Monica's." He rolled his eyes and I laughed. "Figured you would want to open them in peace. Your coworkers don't know you as well as we do. Didn't think you would want to open anything in front of them and have to fake it."

"Oh they brought something?" He asked, surprise on his face. I nodded. "Didn't expect that. You guys sure. Them..." Chandler shook his head.

"There's receipts in case you need to return anything." I whispered. Chandler nodded. "Just don't go returning anything we got you. Rachel would have a fit." We giggled as Rachel walked past us. She rolled her eyes at us as she passed.

"So how much longer do we have to tolerate these stiffs?" Joey asked as he sat down next to me.

"Until we can force them out." I whispered back. "Sorry Chan. But they are."

"I don't understand how you can work with them." Joey said. Chandler laughed.

"I make jokes with you guys because my soul is dying there." He said. "I do need a new job though." I nodded and smiled as he kissed my temple. "Alright. I'm kicking them out. I'm bored." Chandler got up and went to usher his coworkers out.

"Well at least he's having fun." Joey said. I nodded.

"That's all anyone can ask for on their birthday." I agreed as I watched Chandler shoo the unwanted guests out.

"Alright! Present time!" He cheered as he headed towards Monica's apartment. I laughed as I followed him, everyone trailing behind me.

#chandler bing #chandler bing x reader #chandler bind fanfic #chandler bing fanfiction #chandler bing imagine #matthew perry #matthew perry x reader #matthew perry fanfic #matthew perry fanfiction #matthew perry imagine

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thelonelyshore-if · 7 months ago

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I’ve been replaying the demo, and every single time I just. I love Ravi. He’s so annoying and suspicious. Caring but distant. He invites you to stay at his house then immediately makes you feel like an unwanted guest–before you even get to his house. He’s a bag of contradictions and oddities. I just want to shake him. Wtf is wrong with drinking plain water, you absolute prune?? We’re roommates who are putting each other under a microscope like lab specimens. We’re annoying each other for fun. Why do you act like that? You’re so off-putting, you’re so endearing. We’re not besties, we’re not worsties, we’re some unnatural and disturbing hybrid. I almost want to stay with him on purpose to annoy him more.

That said, I will absolutely ditch him if you give me the option to stay with Beck or Perri in chapter 3. Call Beck up since they gave me their number like “Hey, turns out I’ll be sticking around for a while, but I had a disagreement with my current host. I sure could use a hero again, if you don’t mind. Plus, we get to hang out more :)” Or look up/ask for Perri’s number and call them up. “So, I’m actually going to be in town for a bit, but I no longer feel comfortable staying with my current host. If it’s not too much trouble, could I stay with you? Plus, it would give us the opportunity to talk more about that interview, since I’m stuck here Willingly Choosing To Stick Around :)” (Goodness, I think about these two too much. I've already got more Beck/Perri fog secrets thoughts to share, but it feels too similar to what I've already said.)

I want to print out this ask and put it on my wall. I've reread it like three times today and I'm just sitting here kicking my feet and twirling my hair.

Ravi is a walking pile of contradictions and I'm glad he comes across as such. I think about him every single day.

Also I'm dying you're not the first person to be baffled by his vendetta against plain water and you probably won't be the last. It's so funny to me. He's sooooo judgy for no reason I love him.

Staying with Ravi just to launch a campaign to annoy him is 100% a valid option ngl, but I'm excited to say that I will be adding stay with Perri and stay with Beck routes!!! Because I deserve a little bit of unnecessary branching, as a treat, and I think you all will enjoy them, too.

Plus it makes me laugh. Ditching the person you met two days ago to stay with one of the people you met yesterday.

No pressure to share your thoughts, but I would love to read them if you decided you wanted to!! Even if they were similar to previous ones. I love getting asks and reading people's thoughts about the characters and the story. It hypes me up to keep writing <3

#asks #ravi #beck #perri #tysm i love these asks #and i think about beck and perri and the fog constantly too #so you're not alone on that front #also don't mind me talking about how much i love my own characters #i hope it doesn't come off as annoying lmao #i just couldn't write them if i wasn't also obsessed with them

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whitedarkmoonflower · 2 years ago

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Part 1 – Sihtric x reader

Authors note: while rewatching the Season 2 of TLK and going wild with exploring my newly acquired skill of taking and editing screenshots I became obsessed with the idea of writing my own version of how Sihtric met Uhtred. Please bear with me as I'm working on learning to concentrate on the essentials and leave out unnecessary details, but I also believe that small details can make the characters more vivid.

Summary: reader is Uhtred’s sister and a skilled healer. She travels with her brother’s men and after the unsuccessful attempt on Uhtred’s life gets curious about the young prisoner, the sole Dane from the group of assailants that is left alive.

Warnings: violence and mention of blood

Word Count: 1,129

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Sihtric found you sitting in your favourite spot near the lake, beneath the shade of the ancient oak tree whose sprawling branches provided protection from the scorching sun. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage, before taking a seat beside you. In your presence, he still retained an endearing shyness, as if uncertain of how to navigate the depths of his feelings. Sihtric stole glances in your direction, admiring your strength and beauty. His mind raced with the desire to strike up a conversation, but he couldn't find the right words. Finally, he mustered the courage to speak.

"I just wanted to thank you for saving me," Sihtric said, his expression serious as he turned to you.

"Saving you? What did I save you from?" you asked, puzzled.

"From feeling miserable, unwanted, and like I didn't belong anywhere," Sihtric replied, glancing into your eyes for a moment before lowering his gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the Thor's hammer amulet hanging around his neck. Nervousness radiated from him, mingled with a charming blend of insecurity and shyness that made a smile curl on your lips.

"You had every reason to hate me for attempting to kill your brother, but you never did. Instead you showed me kindness that I never truly deserved," Sihtric continued.

He had changed so much since the day you first met. You could still recall that evening as vividly as if it were yesterday, when Kjartan's men had tried to take Uhtred's life. They might have succeeded if not for Halig, who noticed the suspicious absence of the newly arrived Danes and urged the others to search for them. You had been on the verge of sleep after a long and busy day. Being a healer in a warrior's camp meant there was always an abundance of injuries to tend to, even without a battle. Men would hurt themselves during sword training, get kicked by horses, or foolishly engage in fights over trivial matters. Today, you had to fix a dislocated shoulder all because of an argument about the best whore at the White Goose tavern in Lundene. The shouts and clash of swords roused you from your slumber, causing you to hastily dress and rush out of your tent. Expecting yet another drunken brawl, you sought to find Uhtred and put an end to it. However, by the time you arrived, the fighting was already over. You approached the gathering of men, only to discover five lifeless Danes being dragged away from the lawn behind the stables.

"Uhtred!" you called out, fear lacing your voice as you saw him leaning against a stable pillar, breathing heavily. "Are you hurt?"

"All is fine. Don't worry, little sis. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for our Danish guests, but don't fret, they won't be needing your attention," Uhtred grinned, attempting to lighten the atmosphere as he noticed your concerned expression.

"Let me check on you," you insisted, pulling him closer to the torchlight so you could assess his injuries. At first glance, there were some bruises and a swollen eye, but no apparent serious damage. His movements lacked any signs of pain or hesitation, indicating that he likely didn't have any broken ribs. Still, you were reluctant to let him go, but Uhtred firmly took hold of your hands, kissing your palms, and with a determined voice, called out to the men dealing with the corpses behind you: "Secure the prisoner. I'll need answers from him later."

"I'm fine, sis. Truly, I am. Please don't worry," he reassured you, turning to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. Apart from Ragnar, Uhtred's Danish brother, the two of you were all that remained of your family, and the bond between you had always been remarkably strong. You loved this proud, stubborn, and courageous young man, and he cared deeply for you.

Reluctantly, you turned your head to catch a glimpse of the young, bruised Dane, his hands awkwardly tied before him as Clapa dragged him away. The Dane was in a pitiful state, with fresh cuts and scrapes covering his arms, a split eyebrow, and a bleeding lip and nose. Anxiety radiated from his tense body. In a fleeting moment, his eyes met yours, and you detected a flicker of despair within them. It struck you how young and handsome he appeared, despite his current circumstances.

Uhtred's men returned to their respective fireplaces, the evening just beginning. You knew all too well that this minor incident wouldn't deter them from their usual activities of drinking, gambling, and arguing about the “best whores”, as they did almost every night. You had no desire to be part of that. Tomorrow, there would be more dislocated shoulders and broken fingers to tend to, and since Uhtred seemed fine you eagerly longed to return to your tent and go back to sleep.

As you made your way past an empty wagon, you noticed Clapa and Halig engaged in what seemed like an argument. Initially, you hesitated to involve yourself, suspecting it was another petty quarrel you didn't want to be dragged into. However, as you attempted to quietly pass by, your eyes caught sight of the silhouette seated by the wagon. It was the young prisoner, the sole Dane who had survived today's assault on Uhtred's life. His gaze, as he was being dragged away from the small battlefield by Clapa, his hands bound and his face smeared with blood, lingered in your memory. An unexplainable feeling stirred within you, prompting a change of heart, and you headed straight for Clapa and Halig.

“What are you two arguing about? Aren't you supposed to be guarding the prisoner?" you asked with frustration evident in your voice.

"We are, lady!" Clapa replied defensively. "Uhtred ordered us to decapitate the corpses, but Halig lacks the courage to do it."

“That's not true, lady!" Halig interjected hastily. "I just needed a drink first. You can't deny a man a drink, especially one who's tasked with severing heads from still-warm bodies. Besides, it's better to do it later when the blood has thickened. And there's no need for two men to guard a securely tied-up prisoner”

"Alright, enough quarrelling, lads. Halig, go and fetch your drink, and Clapa, get yourself an axe or do you plan on using your eating knife? I'll keep an eye on the prisoner," you ordered firmly. As Uhtred's sister and a skilled healer, you were accustomed to giving orders, and his men knew better than to argue with you. Both departed without hesitation, not bothering to question your decision, although it must have seemed peculiar to them that you wished to remain alone with the prisoner. Turning your gaze towards him, you approached cautiously, maintaining a safe distance just in case.

“Are you hurt?" you inquired, observing the Dane who sat beside the wagon, his back resting against the wheel. He raised his head, confusion, and distress evident in his eyes. He didn't respond just shook his head.

“Your lip and nose have been bleeding quite profusely. Wait here, I'll fetch my bag," you said with a chuckle. "How foolish of me, as if he had much choice in the matter," you thought to yourself while making your way to your tent to retrieve your medical supplies. You always kept a bag prepared, stocked with clean rags, salves, potions, and other necessities, ensuring you wouldn't waste time searching when urgently needed.

Returning with your bag and a piece of bread in hand, you offered it to the prisoner, but he made no move to accept. Leaning his head back against the wagon wheel, he closed his eyes. Shrugging your shoulders, you placed the bread back in your bag and instead took out some clean rags and a leather flask filled with water. The Dane opened his eyes, watching your every move. Kneeling before him, you dampened the rags and reached out your hand to cleanse his face. Startled, he instinctively flinched and jerked his head back, accidentally striking it against the wheel, eliciting a groan of pain.

"Hey, stay still. I only want to clean your face," you said, perplexed by his sudden reaction. His whole body tensed as you gently touched his forehead and continued to clean his bruised cheekbones.

"The brow will require stitches," you informed him.

“Why are you doing this?" the Dane spoke, his voice husky but soft. "I am a dead man. Why would you bother stitching my brow if your husband will later torture me for information and then kill me anyway.”

Tilting your head to the side, you continued to wipe away the blood from his face, now focusing on his busted lip and chin.

“I don't have a husband. I have a brother whom you sought to kill tonight," you said, finished with cleaning his face you observed his features intently. "And if there's one thing I know for certain about my brother, it's that he has never tortured anyone, nor will he ever," you couldn't help but think about how handsome this young man was and you felt a pang of sympathy for his unfortunate circumstances. He believed his fate was sealed and had resigned himself to it. His gaze remained fixed on the ground, as if he dared not meet your eyes.

“I didn't want to kill him. I just did not have much choice about it," the Dane's voice remained calm, resolute, and tinged with sincerity. "I only wish Lord Uhtred would grant me the honour of dying as a warrior, sword in hand. And I would willingly share everything I know with him.”

“Not that I fear the pain," he hastily added, "I simply owe no allegiance to Kjartan.”

Unexplainably, you found yourself believing this man. Every word he spoke carried weight, and you suddenly felt deeply sorry for him.

“You are very kind to me, lady," the Dane continued, his voice filled with a sense of shame for being here, for being a part of what had happened. "I don't deserve your attention, but I am immensely grateful for it."

"What's your name?" you found yourself asking, driven by an inexplicable curiosity. It was as if fate had brought this unfortunate young warrior across your path, and a growing resolve began to take shape within you. You did not want to let him to the fate he thought inevitable.

“I am called Sihtric, lady,” the Dane answered with no hesitation. “Would you like to live?" you suddenly asked, as a seemingly absurd idea took hold in your mind.

#sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #arnas fedaravicius #the last kingdom #tlk #sihtric x reader #tlk fics #Sihtric fics #sihtric x you #the last kingdom x reader #the last kingdom fanfic

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asses-to-ashes · 10 months ago

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Longass post about some problematic aspects of 2000-2010 fandom, and why antis are not the solution for ongoing problems.

When people my age talk about 2000s-2010 fandom, they usually talk about it with rose-colored glasses as if it was the Golden age of fandom. I've done the same thing in some of my posts at times, and I don't necessarily see a problem with it, especially when you're discussing it under the context of the current climate of censorship and community harassment, but it's important to look back at the past objectively. When I say old fandom in this post, just know that I'm referring to 2000 to 2010.

There is a happy medium that needs to be reached between holding people accountable in fandom and avoiding censorship. The "anti" mindset goes way too far and polices how people explore fiction, but Old Fandom had its own problems with extremely poor behavior. In this essay I'm going to be exploring these problems in old fandom, the causes and solutions, why media censorship is never the answer. It's important to recognize and reflect on these things especially for people who weren't around to experience it. History repeats itself when Forgotten.

My point is not, and has never been that old fandom was worse than new fandom. My point is not that old fandom is bad at all. My point here is looking at problems, the solutions that have been made for those problems, and why they don't relate to censoring fiction at all.

I want to reiterate that I know things I'm about to discuss still happen. You do not have to comment. But it's important that we start looking objectively at Old Fandom as a wonderful, accepting but sometimes problematic (real problematic not the way antis nave coopted that word) space.

Keep in mind that this is an opinion piece. While I do provide statistics, I'm not trying to make any objective statements. My experience is probably different than yours. The experiences of my friends and my sources are probably different than yours.

With that in mind, let's get into it. Click read more for the meat of this essay

Cosplay Is Not Consent

Consent and sexual harassment have always been a huge issue within the cosplay community, there have been countless stories of women dealing with unwanted sexual advances such as touching, cat calls, kissing, and groping in convention spaces. At conventions in 2000, consent was never mentioned. With such a severe problem, the Cosplay Is Not Consent movement began.

This has been a notion that has been around for a while, been posted at some small cons as far beck as 2012. but it really only became a popularized sentiment at New York City Comic-Con 2014, where the phrase "Costumes Are Not Consent was posted publicly in the convention apace, along with a clear anti-harassment policy.

Even though research shows that most sexual harassment goes unreported, the amount of sexual harassment reports had more than halved in the first year of the visible anti-harassment signs and movement. The amount of sexual harassment cases at NYCC remained steady at "about a dozen" per year even as the number of attendees has increased from 151,000 in 2014 to more than 200,000 in 2023- A testament to the increased awareness of sexual harassment within fandom, an ongoing movement to protect attendees with anti-harassment policies.

A policy is only as good as the structure set up around that policy. An increasing number of conventions have a policy, display their policy prominently, define harassment, explain consequences, let guests know how to report harassment, and give separate protocols when convention organizers are responsible for abuse.

Now, instead of an unspoken "look the other way" policy, congoers are more likely to notice sexual harassment, come to someone's aid, and speak out. People who harass women are more likely to be kicked out of conventions and sexual harassment is more likely to be reported.

Obviously, sexual harassment and assault is still a huge problem in convention spaces, but with an increase in awareness around the issue, it's not as prominent as before.

Subsection: Yaoi Paddles, Glomping, and dangerous conduct

Reportedly first sold in 2002 at Otakon, yowie paddles are a wooden paddle with the word Yaoi burnt into the paddle end used for spanking people. They were a huge problem at conventions and caused a lot of people to be injured as a result. There were countless stories on forums about people being hit by random passerbys using a yaoi paddle, and people begged for it to be banned.

Glomping Is a running hug action that's a mix between a hug and a pounce. It was very popular in fandom, specifically around 2005 in the anime and furry fandoms. It was mostly younger people doing this and it caused a lot of people to be injured as well. Glopping incidents sometimes even included biting or groping.

Both of these behaviors were considered very poor etiquette, but were still very common in conventions. They were common enough so that even saying the words yaoi paddle or glomp to a cosplayer my age is like activating a sleeper agent. Your life flashes before your very eyes. Obviously I'm being dramatic here but it was very annoying.

Inappropriateness with Actors

In general, poor etiquette around celebrities is still a thing now. I haven't seen etiquette getting any better, so this point is less about a problem with old fandom and more about a current issue that still needs to be addressed. I'm going to be talking about real people, fan fiction and the blurred lines between characters and actors.

I'm not here to debate the ethics of "real people fiction." For those of you who don't know, RPF is a genre of fanfiction that involves real people. These people can be actors, politicians, historical figures, youtubers, really anything like that.

The problem comes from involving real actors in your fiction about them. What I mean by this is sending the actors your explicit fan fiction, or asking them inappropriate sexual questions. This is more of a problem from the early 2000's. While this does still happen now, it was really prolific in the early Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter fandoms.

Actors would frequently be invited to fan sites that had explicit RPF fanfiction. I've seen cases where actors were asked to sign copies of RPF, actors were mailed RPF, and were showed these fanfictions at meetups and conventions.

RPF never died off, and it's still a very popular genre. Between 2016 and 2017, fanfiction about real K-pop stars. Increased 10% on Tumblr. In 2015, Larry Stylinson was the number one ship on Tumblr according to Amanda Brennan, senior content insights manager at Tumblr.

Celebrities have been harassed for not following a fandom script, online shipping has led to the real life harassment of celebrities. For example, Lili Reinhart reported that her castmate was sent death threats because her character was getting in between a popular ship. This happened in 2017 and represents an ongoing problem in fandom.

Nazism and the Anime Boston Incident

I distinctly remember going to conventions when I was younger and seeing Nazi cosplayers walking around sometimes. They could be from Indiana Jones, Captain America, or whatever movie allowed them to wear that.

It wasn't until 2017 when Rose City Comic-Con updated a change to cosplay policy outlawing Nazi cosplayers including satirical or ironic cosplays which use Nazi paraphernalia or gear. Other conventions have also enacted similar cosplay bands in response to incidents such as the hello Kitty SS uniforms (yes, this is real) and cosplays of other fictional Nazis such as old school Hydra and red skull.

The most memorable incident that I distinctly saw on the internet in 2010 was the Hetalia Anime Boston Incident. For those of you who aren't familiar with hetalia, it's a series that came out in 2009 and initially took place in WWII, and each character is the humanization of a country. There is still debate on the characterization, especially regarding the character Germany- Poor guy was the cause of this specific controversy. The Italia fandom had exponential growth since 2009, and at anime Boston 2010, there was an incident regarding a hetalia photo shoot where cosplayers decided to do a Nazi salute as a joke. Even at the time, the sparked controversy on the Hetalia fandom on livejournal which is why I remember this incident so specifically. There were incidents like this beforehand, but this garnered enough attention online so that lots of photographers made it very clear that no Nazi imagery or posing was allowed.

With more restrictive policies and increased awareness, these types of cosplays became a lot less common in the west. The band are usually around Nazi iconography and symbols such as salutes and uniforms. You still see these cosplays today, such as an example from Hong Kong at Ani-com that took place this month, July 2024.

Where do antis fit in here?

I want to make it super clear that none of these major issues that I brought up here have to do with fiction. The points that are related to fiction, such as cosplaying a Nazi character or sending RPF to actors are entirely based on people's conduct in real life.

People never stopped liking characters like Red Skull, people still write about him and draw him. People should be allowed to write about characters like Red Skull and people should be allowed to like him, the issue arises when you wear a Nazi uniform in a public place.

People never stopped liking Yaoi. Little fan girls never stopped reading exactly the same stuff that I was reading at their age. The difference comes from behavior in real life.

Universally, the vast majority of fandom regardless of the time are able to separate fiction from reality. The problems were never caused by fiction, but rather people's behavior.

In order to stop people from cosplaying Nazi characters, the solution was not getting rid of all Nazi characters in media and harassing people who write about them. The solution was, very simply, to ban this kind of iconography at conventions and hold people accountable for their conduct.

Regardless of the space and the fandom, there are always going to be people who can't behave properly. There are always going to be people who don't know how to treat others. That's just the reality of looking at a group of people, some people don't have common sense. It is not the fiction that causes people to behave this way, but rather having a large group of people in a relatively new scene that hasn't established proper regulations and etiquette yet.

Allowing people to create, consume, and appreciate fiction that is not personally tasteful to you, or appropriate for some audiences, is an important part of society. It's extremely valuable to protect these freedoms, as censorship is a slippery slope.

My next essay will be about censorship in the Cold war era, McCarthyist homophobia, and why comic books were censored for having "anti-american" ideas.

Keep an eye out for that.

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or13m · 6 months ago

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Waking Dream (fnaf) Chapter 004

Moon had moved so fast that Foxy had no time to escape the claws that gripped at his coat and yanked him forward. The daycare door slammed shut, Moon kicking a kid's triangle block in place to prevent any more unwanted guests from showing up.

"Laddie, what ye be doing?!" the pirate animatronic growled, his one hand coming up to grip at the naptime bot's wrist while his hook waved threateningly in the air. Moon completely ignored his rantings, dragging the fox away from the door a good ways before he even acknowledged him.

"This is Cocoa," Moon said as he forcibly set Foxy on his feet in front of you, claws digging into the other animatronic's shoulders. "They are a guest in the Daycare. A PRIVATE guest..." You could only watch in awkward silence as the daycare bot tightened his grip, his melodic voice dripping with barely concealed venom.

Foxy was having none of it, however. He snarled when it clicked that the moon was threatening him. "Lad, ye be playin a dangerous game…" he warned, his one good eye glaring at the animatronic towering over him. The tension rose the longer the ensuing stare down continued, neither willing to give in. Moon's glowing red eyes narrowed into pinpricks, and you could see both bots' hands threatening to crush the other. You couldn't take it, you had to step in.

"Um, I don't want to cause any problems…" you tried to speak up, but it ended in a pitiful whimper when both animatronics turned their eyes on you. For a moment, they had forgotten that you were even there, despite your very presence being the reason for their current hostility. "I'm not ready to…um…meet everyone else yet?" You directed this last bit towards the older of the two. His hand relaxed its grip on Moon's wrist after a moment of studying your concerned expression. The stress trickled out of you when he released a heavy sigh, your shoulders relaxing as you breathed your own sigh of relief. You were grateful that everyone was much nicer than they were in the games…so far.

"A guest of yers, huh?" Foxy tossed over his shoulder at Moon who just huffed at him in return. He rolled his eye before turning his attention to you. "I be 'Foxy', Lad," he introduced himself with a flourish, releasing his death grip on Moon to make a sweeping bow with his captain's hat. He plopped the hat back into its proper place when he righted himself, a strained grin on his muzzle. With things calming down, you could spot the little curl of a white beard on his chin. It was a cute design choice, especially so since he was one of the original bots, so it helped highlight his age. "Captain Foxy," he stressed the "captain" part, throwing yet another glare back at Moon who—again—said nothing but did roll his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Captain," you responded politely, not moving from your seated position on the floor. It wasn't that you didn't want to shake his hand or anything…it was just that you COULDN'T…

Do existential crises still happen for ghosts?

"They're dead," Moon intercepted before anything more could be said or done. You could hear a pin drop in the silence that ensued from that statement.

'Moon! That was too bold!' Sun complained from within Moon's head. 'Our new friend is going to be upset!'

Moon ignored his twin. He kept careful watch over the fox, determined to keep himself between him and the nearest exit. He didn't need the pirate to go fetch the leader of their little band of misfits.

Foxy's eyes widened at the announcement, caught off-guard. Dead? He did a double take at Cocoa, his gold eye latching onto the dark ring around their neck. At first, he had thought it was a necklace, but, upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was a death mark. He couldn't help but flinch at the fact that he was in the presence of yet another spirit. At least this one didn't seem fueled by revenge or terror. In fact, Cocoa was just as all there as any regular human—able to form thoughts and converse like anybody else.

The question was: why was there an adult here? As far as Foxy knew, no one was possessed by an angry spirit or malfunctioning from glitchy malware.

"They don't remember anything," Moon stated before Foxy could ask. "Sunny gave them the name 'Cocoa'," he elaborated further.

"And ye be fixin ter keep them as a pet?" Foxy snorted with a displeased scowl.

"I'm keeping them from being overwhelmed by a bunch of nosey bots," Moon quipped with a frown.

You could only sit there and stare up at the two bots quarreling about you. You were starting to feel a bit overwhelmed right now, to be honest, but you weren't brave enough to speak up about it. These two clearly had temper issues and must regularly butt heads. You were honestly surprised that they hadn't started brawling on the floor yet as tensions started rising once again.

Everything stilled when Moon brought out his final weapon.

"Sun is asking this as a favor."

You watched in mild amusement when Foxy froze mid hook shake. Whatever internal debate he had must have ended when he took a step back with an embarrassed cough. "Fer Sunny Lad, I be quiet."

Delight made way for curiosity. Did the sun daycare attendant have some blackmail on the furry captain? He backed down quick from running to Freddy with the knowledge of your whereabouts. Either way you were grateful…just intrigued.

Moon appeared just as gleeful, if not more so, but he only nodded in acceptance of the fox's pledge of silence. He may not know what Sun knew—his brother refusing to divulge such spicy information—but it sure was useful for times like these.

After that…eventful meeting with the pirate fox, you found out quite a bit of useful information. Foxy and Moon were rather good friends. Foxy had stopped by after noticing the lights being on at an unusual time and, with the intruder—aka you—hanging around, he'd gotten worried. Also, he wasn't the only old face that you'd seen tonight. It really HAD been Bonnie the bunny you'd seen during your walk through the building. The two of them had been found and rebuilt by the new owner of the establishment—a well-off man by the name of "Peter Lawrence". He spoke of the guy with pride in his voice, happy to work for someone like him. Moon had said nothing throughout the entire conversation, keeping a cool façade carefully in place.

'Guess he doesn't like to show emotion around the others,' you thought to yourself. You felt a bit sad at that notion. His warm expression from earlier when he'd drawn you out of hiding was…well, heart-warming. You didn't understand why he wouldn't want to show off that side of himself, especially to his friends…

Foxy got to his feet with a groan, the metal in his knees creaking from sitting for so long. "Ah, Laddies, this old fox better be going fer the night," he declared with a grin. "I be needin a recharge fer tomorrow." His uncovered eye focused on Moon who was sitting next to you. "Ye best be gettin rest, ter," he ordered with a wave in the direction of a balcony positioned near the ceiling on the other side of the daycare. You'd noticed it when you'd come in through the main entrance but hadn't gotten a chance to really explore since you'd been in flight mode at the time.

"Aye, aye, Cap'n," Moon drawled with a mocking grin. He started chuckling when Foxy rolled his eyes and called him a scallywag before walking out.

"He was fun," you piped up, rolling onto your back upon the playmats. You couldn't feel their softness, nor could you feel exhausted, but your mind let you enjoy the temporary relief you felt at being left alone for a bit.

"If you like your ear talked off," Moon teased in his low rumble.

Or as alone as you could be…

"So, when does FNAF World open?" you asked, trying to get your mind on anything other than your existence…or lack thereof…

Moon hummed in thought, his network flipping through the files Peter had been creating in the main database. "Tentative start date is October 31st," he read out only for his expression to twist into a grimace. "Really, Lawrence? Halloween?"

You shifted to look up at him, seeing his irritation. "Could it be a coincidence?"

"No," Moon was quick to shoot down your theory. He didn't elaborate, just let the two of you sit in the darkness of the daycare so you turned your attention back to the ceiling. There was no glow from any stars—something that you would have found odd had it not been for Foxy telling you that the building wasn't completed yet. "FNAF World" wasn't "Freddy's Mega Pizza Plex". Apparently, Peter Lawrence—a man with too much time and money on his hands—had found and bought the bots from the old place and brought them here. You were still reeling from the fact that the games were ACTUAL coverups by the Fazbear company to create a fake mandela effect where certain people remembered the franchise but just thought it was a game.

If you hadn't been having an existential crisis before, you certainly were now.

"You need rest, right?" you asked before an end life crisis could hit you. "Captain Foxy said you should recharge…"

Moon tsked, getting to his feet. He stared down at you until you got the message and sprang to your own feet. A cable dropped down from nowhere as the two of you made your way across the daycare and towards the balcony. The hook on one end latched onto a metal loop in Moon's back, pulling him into the air. You watched in awe from the floor as it swept him up towards what you assumed was his and Sun's bedroom. He landed softly on the balcony, the bells on his feet and wrists jingling lightly. "You coming?" he called back down at you, eyes bright in the dark.

"How?" you retorted, feeling more than a little frustrated. Glancing around, you couldn't find a door or a staircase in sight—not even a ladder—to get up to the little alcove.

"Ghosts don't need stairs," Moon taunted, one hand on his hip as he continued to stare at you. There was a small smirk on his faceplate, as if daring you to argue with his logic. You pouted at his arrogance, fisting your hands as reality clawed at you.

You REALLY didn't want to think about that right now…but you supposed it would be better to face the music now rather than later when you least expected it.

"Is there an after-death manual or something I can read?" you complained, lifting one foot then the other to see if you could "step" onto the air. Moon only snickered at your misery. You rolled your eyes. "Big help you are…"

'Moonie…' Sun warned, clearly unhappy with the events unfolding.

'I'm only having fun,' Moon tried to brush off the incoming lecture. Before Sunny could give him the tongue-lashing he knew was coming, Moon relented. "Don't think, just do. You want to come up here, then come up here," he goaded. He couldn't keep the shit-eating grin off his face at the expression of pure annoyance on yours. You were so red, you almost looked like a cherry. You were easy to wind up. He, for one, wasn't going to tell you about the hidden staircase built into the wall below…

It took a few horribly embarrassing tries, but—a good thirty minutes later—you were floating in mid-air… Well, less "floating" and more "shot like a bullet" straight at Moon when he said you looked like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time…

Moon dodged out of the way just as you came careening past him into the room. He was full-on laughing now, his reserved chuckles long since passed. Your frustration had turned to shock the second you had realized what was happening but had been too late to stop it. It was beautiful.

"You are a bully…" you whined from your position against the far wall, upside down and worn out. Thankfully, you were no longer floating freely, but you were feeling depleted. You supposed that "flying" must take a shitload of energy for a spirit…or a new one, anyway.

"Funny, Sun just said that, too," Moon giggled, unable to contain his glee. "Welcome to our humble abode."

You dropped over yourself, glad that you hadn't phased through the wall because you would have no idea how to unphase yourself. You stayed seated on the ground, catching your breath as you looked around. If the daycare looked the most put together in the building, then this one was the least…

There was no carpet or tile on the floor, it was just the subfloor. The walls didn't have any drywall up—that was piled up against a wall on the opposite side of the room. Instead, they were just beams with wires running through for outlets and light switches. At least there were lights fashioned into the ceiling…that still needed to be completed since it, too, was just exposed beams and wiring. There were some boxes here and there, a few paint cans and brushes, but mostly nothing. The only things that provided comfort were a mess of blankets and pillows stuffed into a corner alongside a star-shaped nightlight on the floor. Their sleeping area was positioned next to a heavy-duty looking outlet with a large plug coming out of it.

You watched as Moon settled into the blanket pile and stuck the plug into a compartment at his back before saying something.

"Um, so…do ghosts sleep?"

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FOR THE ASK MEME hmm how bout kaito, akira, and . 🐩 :)

woah baby a triple

Kaito:

Why I like them/why I don’t

Kaito is, on a purely emotional level, my favorite of the Kaiba rivals. He's the one I latched onto first thanks to Youtube recommending me some of his best scenes as I got back into the game, so I always associate him with hype and aura, as the kids say. I love his fondness for Haruto, his bickering with Orbital, his weird situationship with Mizael and the soft spot that Yuma brings out in him throughout Zexals 1 and 2.

What I like about their appearance

His magical girl transformation highlights how good he looks in black and white alike. His eyes are this fearsome shade of piercing blue. I also love that shot from the transformation where his eye like pulses as if shifts red, it's a fun way to show the costs on his body that the transformation takes.

I also like how short this brat is. He's barely taller than Yuma or Shark and he has five years on them. They're gonna outgrow him so hard once puberty kicks in and it leads to the funniest images.

Learning to love the hair was a difficult process, but we made it through. Shout out to anyone who just gives him the Vergil haircut in fanart though, it looks way better.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

I will sometimes use Kite if I'm legit too lazy to write/say the full name, but 99% of the time it's Kaito.

Performance wise I have a soft spot for Christopher Kromer as Kite due to nostalgia and a few pretty good line reads (especially his bickering with Orbital), but Koki Uchiyama delivered a tonally perfect performance and every time I hear his summon chants for Galaxy-Eyes he brings the wow-factor, it's like the audio version of getting slammed into your chair.

OTP

Gotta be Galaxymaster. Kaito and Mizael need each other during Zexal 2 (because otherwise they don't really have a character arc between them), and that Moon Duel is the stuff of legends.

"If there's a next time we meet... won't you tell me, what happened to you?" Is one of those lines that sits in my heart.

NOTP

Kaito with anyone Ryoga's age or younger unless you mess with the timeline to make the kids older. Please do not have Kaito trying to hook up with literal middle schoolers.

OT3

Not in a ship sense but the dynamics I've seen about Kaito and Christopher doing their day jobs and Mizael hanging around like an unwanted guest at a party is so funny to me.

Favourite card they use

FROM THE DARKNESS OF THE UNIVERSE COMES A RAY OF HOPE, THE TRUE EMBODIMENT OF THE LIGHT-

It's Galaxy-Eyes, any variation, any form, they're all peak in my eyes ha ha. I have a GEPD pin for my backpack that glows in the dark! I build Galaxy-Eyes first in almost every game that lets me.

(master duel please let me have a royal Galaxy Eyes I've crafted the card like a hundred times!)

Favourite moment they were in

All of them? He's the GOAT.

But for real, three big moments:

Stopping time to fight Yuma and kick his ass hard enough that he teaches Astral fear.

His tag duel with Yuma against 3 and 4 that ends with Neo GEPD, one of the coolest summons and comebacks in the franchise.

Moon Duel, all of it, start to finish.

Honorable mention to the time he flexed on Shark by whipping out a FUSION SUMMON though.

Least favourite moment

Arc-V Kaito in general is... not great, but I'm really not fond of how much of a raging bitch they make him. And don't ever get me started on those stupid Cipher cards.

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

With bro's heart condition, any rumbling in the hay risks life and limb. I think Mizael would also kill anyone who gets in the middle of his Thing with Kaito.

Akira:

Why I like them/why I don’t

I'm largely chill on Akira, but that's more because he kinda just doesn't do a whole lot ha ha. What time he does get is usually good, especially in Season 1, but afterwards he's kinda there. Never annoying levels of Just There, but he's kinda There. Suffers a lot from a lot of his Season 2 screentime being tied to Go's whole deal.

What I like about their appearance

Always fond of when Yugioh just has a Dude Character who looks like he'd be found shopping in Target wearing the world's worst polo shirts. Akira joining the vaunted halls of Shuzo Hiragi and Bastion with that one.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

Same in both languages. I enjoy both his Japanese and English performances.

OTP

I think he and Ema are very cute together.

NOTP

Akira's old enough to have a pension plan, do NOT ship him with the teenagers!

OT3

Akira/Ema/a spreadsheet of their transactions and a glass of wine.

Favourite card they use

Acute Cerberus! Weird little doggy, looking forward to seeing its summon animation in Duel Links.

Favourite moment they were in

Acute Cerberus's summon in his duel with Playmaker goes weirdly hard for no reason thanks to a giant explosion? But in general that duel is great as being one of the first Big Looks into the Lost Incident, alongside letting us see Playmaker and Kusanagi get furious at Akira for trying to get them to stand down. It's both great as a moment where we get to see them express raw emotion, and begins my favorite unintentional running bit in Vrains of "The Zaizens will always fumble emotional conversations."

Least favourite moment

The amount of rope he gives Soltech would make a hangman embarrassed.

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

Marry for the money and to be a stay at home parent so Aoi can forge a single emotional connection without an asterisk tied to it, we both know he's married to the job if he still hasn't managed to ask Ema out.

Dennis:

Why I like them/why I don’t

Dennis is really... interesting. He's genuinely one of the most layered characters in the series and taps into a niche I have of someone who wears so many masks and lives so many lies that uncovering the true self is a near impossible task even for them. Someone who's been so caught up in working as an agent for Academia that Dennis barely exists as himself, because he's spent so long as a social chameleon that he hasn't "turned off" in ages and been himself.

He suffers a bit from haphazard screentime like a lot of the Arc-V cast, but he's always a hoot when he's around and he has one of the most unexpectedly brutal fates in the series when he can't keep spinning his lies anymore and decides to card himself to avoid having to make a choice, almost like he'd prefer to die rather than make a choice as himself rather than Dennis the Lancer or Dennis the Spy.

The funny ha ha broadway white boy jokes help, but Dennis is a very layered character that easily could have carried a series-wide arc if given more time in the limelight.

What I like about their appearance

I enjoy his stupid ass never replacing the torn sleeve of his jacket, asymmetry is always fun.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

Mackfield and McField sound the same. I think I prefer McField. It makes him sound more like a white guy.

Performance wise, I think I have to give it to the dub! Tetsuya Kakihara does a great job and I love his SHOW MUST GO ON chant for Trapeze Magician, but holy mother of God does Daniel J Edwards make Dennis shine. In the Arc-V Dub and Duel Links he's consistently one of the best talents, showing off a crazy range and some wild line reads between "It's me, Dennis!" and his Maximum Summon call in Duel Links.

Daniel understood the assignment is what I'm trying to say.

OTP

Legally obligated to say Duskshipping because Dana's mind-warping propaganda can't have been for nothing!

I think Janusshipping could also have some legs but I've not quite seen that one fic or art that makes me go "Oh. Oooooh I get it now," which I usually need to get a ship wedged in my head.

NOTP

Much as I do love a good hate-fuck ship, I do draw the line at Dennis/Shun. It's fun to watch Shun try to beat up Dennis but I think we have in fact found the baggage carry-on limit and to my eternal surprise, it was not Hellshark!

OT3

I'm fond of the fanart and scenarios where he's part of a little mean girls posse with Sora, Yuri and Serena! Not a romantic one but closest I've got, besides potential post-canon mindfucks of Yuri/Dennis with Yuya caught in the very uncomfortable middle.

Favourite card they use

His Performages are all very cute but I do have a soft spot for Flame Eater. He looks very Friend-Shaped!

Favourite moment they were in

Would it be gauche to say that time he killed himself in front of a crowd of people to forever alter the trajectory of their lives all to avoid having to make a decision in one of the most ADHD coded power plays yet seen in a YGO anime?

His Duel Links event was surprisingly good, as I was kinda expecting him to get off the hook with his betrayal but it actually plays a huge role in the event and we get to see a wide range of reactions between Kurosaki's disgust and Sawatari's... disinterest.

For real though, I love his match with Shun, getting to see him slip off one of his many masks and become Academia's dog was a long time coming and it lead to the awesome spectacle of Chaos Giant vs Satellite Cannon Falcon.

Least favourite moment

It sure would have been nice if I didn't have to wait until 2024 to see him meet Ruri and apologize to her. I also would have liked to see Dennis interacting with Leo and Yuri more.

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

I'm not catching his crazy, I'm running away from it. He's all yours, Dana.

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