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lost in translation ft. eunhyuk x gn!reader 4.4k words
genre: angst comfort, âenemiesâ to possibly lovers warnings: deaths, injuries, blood, mentions of kissing and also suicide (?), smoking, cursing, canon divergence idr half of s1, guns, slightly suggestive at the end authorâs note: this was requested! i kinda strayed off the original request sorry TT it got a bit angstier than it shouldâve but oh well! have this i missed him
summary: The development of your feelings for Lee Eunhyuk in the middle of an apocalypse, and struggles of leadership.
Green Home Apartment is not a place you would ever allow to crumble.
From the very first hours of the outbreak, people saw a leading figure in you. A seemingly natural instinct to guide people and keep them as safe as possible. Someone strict, just firm enough to keep panicking residents in line and gentle enough to reassure other equally terrified people.
The perfect leader, really. It wasnât exactly the role you would have wanted had you imagined yourself in this situation prior, but you felt you didnât really have a say in the matter. You were just a college student, and within a few hours, at least ten people in your apartment building had voiced out their agreement on you being the perfect captain for a broken and sinking ship.
So when this guy with a blue flannel gave off the same impression as you apparently didâ enough to convince people he would be a good leader, tooâ you were mildly relieved. Part of you felt like it was a good thing someone else would take the reins for this whole thing. It was too much pressure for you. But another part didnât feel at ease. After all, you didnât know this guy. People trusted him for a reasonâ He did seem mature, headstrong, and determined. Good with instructions and quick-witted. But you didnât know if that would be enough to let the people here, or you, at least, survive this.
If you were to survive this in a group, you would need to have some kind of authority when it came to making decisions. Surviving alone was fine, but being stuck with so many people meant certain chaos, attempts at democracy leading to stupid decisions, and your life being stacked between at least twenty others with barely a word to say when they would all eventually be led to sure death. Youâd damn near experienced it already, and that was more than enough for you.
So you didnât step away when Lee Eunhyuk, as you eventually learned his name to be, took the place of a leader. And thankfully, it seemed the residents hadnât expected you to. So weeks ago, you and Eunhyuk were appointed as leaders of Green Home during the monster apocalypse.
âGoing there would be suicide.â
âSo you suggest we stay here and wait to die? Do you genuinely think the people in the next room over will be fine with that?â
Leaders who get along perfectly.
âI suggest you use your head a little. Thereâs resources in much more accessible spaces than this. The store at the side, for example?â
âIâm not sending anyone there.â Eunhyuk states blankly, in his usual emotionless fashion. You narrow your eyes and bite back a scoff.
âRight, I almost forgot itâs about sending out people with you. Youâre a coward, you know that?â you say, and he glances at you from the side.
âAnd youâre just as selfish.â he says, turning to face you properly, âLetâs not pretend youâre any better than I am because you act courageous. Youâre terrified.â
âAnd youâre mistaken. Why donât you go out there and get to the storage room yourself?â
Eunhyukâs tongue presses into his cheek and his fingers tightens into a fist. He presses his hand to the table and tilts his head a little, nodding slightly. âWe both know without a leading figure this group is done for.â he says, tone much calmer than youâd anticipated. The restraint he has over his anger only serves as fuel to your own. You bite the flesh of your lip.
âAm I not a leading figure?â
âYou are, but are you a good one?â he asks. There. There it is, the hint of anger. That cutting edge to his tone. Itâs nearly imperceptible but it makes you want to bring out all of it.
âDo you believe Iâm not?â
You step closer. He looks down to your feet then back up to meet your gaze. âYouâre dodging the question.â
âItâs a weird question to ask.â
Youâre close enough to punch him, now, if need be. You wonât. But itâs a good thing to note.
âI donât think it is, all things considered.â
âUh,â a meek voice comes from behind you. You turn towards the door to see a man from the group stand with a bottle in hand, moving around uncomfortably, âThe others are arguing about rations⊠You should come.â
You take this as the perfect opportunity to clear your head and not to let your irritation get the better of you. You hum absentmindedly and walk past him to get to the store where you expect everyone to be, leaving the man and a scowling Eunhyuk behind.
âIs- Is something wrââ
âEverythingâs fine.â
Everything is wrong.
Itâs been less than a day since your argument with Eunhyuk when a new problem enters your life. A guy that looks about your age, that you remember walking past when he moved in, who fell from nine floors high in the stairway. Heâs lying on the floor with blood all over and around him. Everyone is scrambling to take a look and Seo Yikyung has to be the one to hold them back, because you and Eunhyuk are too busy checking the supposedly dead manâs pulse for the third time.
âHeâs breathing.â you sigh, pulling away your trembling hand from his face again. This is insanity.
âItâs impossibleâŠâ
âGet a grip.â you shove Eunhyukâs shoulder, âImpossible isnât in our vocabulary right now. Weird as this may be, we canât just leave him here, so start thinking or Iâll make the decisions.â
Heâs shaken out of his thoughts, alright, but now he seems another kind of confused that you canât bring yourself to try deciphering. He calls your name but you donât respond.
You donât exactly look down, but you start to kneel to reach towards the body on the floor. You need to carry him somewhere else, where no one will see how bad it is. Thereâs kids here and the adults arenât reliable. You canât let this cause more trouble.
Your gaze is looking anywhere else but at the corpseâ Person. Alive. You almost grab him when Eunhyuk stops you with a hand on your shoulder, effectively causing you to flinch.
âItâs fine. Iâll do it.â
He hoists the limp body up on his back with some effort and holds him tightly so he doesnât fall. âTell them to go elsewhere. Itâll only cause issues for them to see more than needed.â he tells you, nodding towards the hallway. The blood that gets on his clothes and the state of the one he carries unsettles you a little, but you nod and hurry outside.
âGo to the daycare.â you say, voice hoarse. Everyoneâs chattering does nothing to help you calm down. Youâre not sure if they didnât hear you or if they simply donât care. âI said go! Right now!â you exclaim, much louder.Â
The talking silences and everyone reluctantly heads to that place, though clearly still trying to get a glimpse of the situation. You breathe out sharply and stare down at the floor. Your reflection meets you halfway on the tiles, showing you just how little control you currently have on the emotions you usually hide so well. Youâve seen people get killed too many times since this all started but this is was one too many.Â
You canât even tell if the strangerâs fall was accidental, if it was suicide, if⊠You canât think.
Eunhyuk passes by you and you barely notice. Or rather, you force yourself not to notice.
So much blood.
The sun sets and rises again. Tension does as well.
âWe canât keep on using him.â you say upon stepping into the security office. Eunhyuk is leaning against the desk, eyes trained on the several CCTV screens when you come in, and he seems like heâs about to leave the moment you start talking. You close the door and he gives up. He seems to know thereâs no point in trying to leave, now.
âWho?â
âDonât play dumb. We both know youâre not.â
âHigh compliments coming from you.â
You sigh and step further into the room. âIâm not in the mood to argue, Lee Eunhyuk. Cha Hyunsu, he⊠He doesnât deserve to be treated this way. You know it, too.â
Eunhyuk is silent. You see his thumb tapping against the desk rhythmically, like heâs thinking hard about something.
âLee Eunhyuk.â
âI heard you.â
âThen say something!â you scream.
Eunhyuk turns to look at you. You take a breath. Itâs unlike you to let your anger turn to yelling but you feel hopeless. Cha Hyunsu is just a boy your age trapped in circumstances he never asked for, and forced to do the worst part of the work around Green House. Eunhyuk never wanted to send anyone upstairs, yet he decided to send Hyunsu there. Because heâs a monster? Because he survived a several floors high fall? Because he was doomed to live in-between two kinds of evil, neither of which truly accepts him?
It just feels like it hits you harder today that this world will continue to be this cruel. And you two are not making it any better.
âThis is the best way.â Eunhyuk says, unfazed. âThe group needs to survive. You said it yourself. Cha Hyunsuâs the best bet we have at getting this result.â
âWe saw him die, Eunhyuk.â
âHeâs alive. You know that.â
âThis is unfair.â
âThe world is unfair.â
You look elsewhere, annoyed. Eunhyuk calls your name in the same tone he always does. âYour sympathy is useless.â
âWhat kind of leaders are we if rid of any compassion?â
â⊠The kind needed to survive.â he says quietly, gaze cast downwards. âJisu asked for band-aids. Could you bring them to her for me?â
Anythingâs a good enough distraction from whatever spiral you feel yourself falling into.
âSure.â
Days pass. Your anger subsides.
âBut didnât you say it was okay to go there?â
âNo, I didnât.â Eunhyuk crosses his arms, âWho told you that?â
A name is mentioned in reply.
You sneeze.
âAye, did you catch a cold?â Eunyu scoffs, laughing smoke at the face you seem to be making. âThatâs bad. Catching a cold during an apocalypse? Seriously.â
You and the girl are sitting on the fire escape stairs, on the floor closest to the main hall. She has a habit of disappearing to go smoke, or whatever else she does, and you donât want her getting killed. She didnât seem to mind you coming to check up on her the first time, and now you have a habit of disappearing to hang out with her.
âIâm fine.â you click your tongue, âAnyways, you shouldnât be smoking out there. If your brother was here heâd be pissed.â
âWho cares? Letâs not act like he ever shows it.â
You roll your eyes a little and chuckle. âSure.â you hum, âStill. Whatâs the point in smoking? During an apocalypse, too? Thatâs bad.â
She flips you off and you return the gesture, earning a laugh in return. You donât talk to many people in this place. Your age differs from nearly everyone. Eunyuâs a bit younger, so youâre mostly watching over her. Then thereâs Hyunsu, but thereâs a nearly visible wall between him and everyone. You canât blame him for putting distance between you two especially. As far as heâs concerned, youâre also responsible for the errand-running heâs been told to do.
Thereâs Yikyung, but youâve struggled to get close since you told her to shove off when she had Eunhyuk pinned to a wall. Youâre not sure why you did that, even now. Sheâd be better company than him, maybe. And you understand her reasons.
Then thereâs Eunhyuk.
âSerious talk, listen up.â Eunhyu huffs, âWhat relationship do you entertain with my brother?â she mimics a serious sounding voice thatâs so unlike her. It makes you scoff in amusement.
âHeâs aâŠâ You trail off. What is he? A friend? An acquaintance? Whatever could be considered a coworker, at the moment? A fellow leader? âUh, a person.â
Eunyu gives you this look that is so clearly judgemental that you consider jumping off the railing promptly.
âYeah, no shit. Good to know heâs not turning.â she scoffs, âI know you hate him. Spit it out.â
âI donât recall ever feeling that way.â you lie with an obviously fake smile. Eunyu threatens to throw her lighter at you. âHeïżœïżœïżœs fine, alright? We just work together, I guess.â
âHe likes you.â
âHm?â
âHe doesnât hate you, I mean. Youâre not stupid, so you noticed, right?â she says before bringing the cigarette to her lips again. Youâre confused and it must show because she sighs in annoyance. âClearly, Iâd say the real leader is you out of you two. Arenât most decisions yours?â
âTheyâre ours. Mostly his. Trust me, my opinion isnât as valued as you might believe.â
Her expression suddenly sours and she curses under her breath. âAnd I think youâre wrong. Anyways, Iâll leave you with the jerk.â she coughs, pushing herself off of the stairs, âBye.â
You hum curiously as you watch her leave before turning around. Lee Eunhyuk. Of course.
The first thing he does is shove your shoulder.
âWhat the hell?â you scoff, scrambling up to your feet before you can lose your balance. Itâs such an unexpected move from him that you canât help the words that slip past your lips. âWhatâs your deal?â
âReturning the gesture. Whatâs yours?â
âHuh?â
âThe gate to the store alley. I said it should stay closed.â he says, âSo why are three people on their way back from there telling me I allowed it?â
âBecause I allowed it.â you say casually. âIt had medicine, water, and some canned foods. Besides, we needed fresh air.â
He stays silent for at least half a minute before he steps closer to you. Close enough for your hands to touch if your arms were to move an inch. âItâs not safe. I said so enough, didnât I?â
âHave you ever cared about safety?â
âI haveââ
âAbout the peopleâs, about the half-monstersâs, about yours?â
Your name sounds tense when he says it.
âAbout mine?â
âDo you ever stop talking?â he grits his teeth. His eye twitches. You wouldnât have noticed it had you been further away. No, you⊠you would have. You know his every feature and emotions too well by now. You would realize the most unnoticeable of changes from him. Any of them.
Heâs angry.
There.
âDoes that piss you off? That I talk so much?â you say, âIs it a problem because you never do? Does hearing someone so much get on your nerves? Should I leave the leading you? Are your decisions supreme? Am I too talkative? Is that it? Is that it?â
He kissesâ He almost kisses you. He stops short of pressing his lips against yours, short of holding your collar and bringing it up to meet his chest, short of everything you only now realized wouldâve been so good to have.
For fuckâs sake. âYouâre holding back.â
âThereâs no point in causing unnecessary fights.â
âYouâre a coward.â
âYouââ
You tilt your head, like you want him to finish his sentence. You do. Heâs realized this much.
He takes a breath to calm down and steps back, much to your dismay.
âI know why you used to be so self-centered.â
âThatâsâŠâ you trail off, before laughing in disbelief. âWhat?â
âYou almost got killed at the alley to the store, the one you just allowed to be opened. First day of the apocalypse. I remember it. You looked terrified. Then you put your survival above anyone elseâs.â he says, âAnd yet now, you keep on trying to go. Thatâs something I donât understand.â
You swallow, images of that monster nearly killing you with its claws, and dragging away a bloodied, dismembered corpse when it failed to find you. The feeling of someone pulling you back into the shadow so you wouldnât get noticed, and the chaos that ensued in the main hall so quickly that you never got to see who it was.
⊠Wait?
âThat was you.â
âIt doesnât matter who it was. You changed.â he cuts off any questions you might have, âYou used to be selfish. People falsely believed you were a good leader just because you seemed strong. But you didnât care about anyoneâs lives except yours.â
â⊠So what? What changed?â you ask quietly, âDid you fall for it, too? Because Iâm still the same, as far as Iâm concerned.â
âYou donât get it.â
âI doââ
âThe you I first talked to in the security room wouldâve never went out of their way to make sure some high-schooler is doing fine. They wouldnât have been this upset over a random half-monster running errands. You would have been unbothered. And that store you seem so obsessed with wouldâve been emptied of the basics before anyone could get them. But it was full, wasnât it? The store was untouched.â
Youâre not sure what to say. Where is he going with this?
âFine.â you settle with that. âLetâs say that, somehow, youâre right. Then should we talk about you? That you changed, too?â
âThis isnât about me.â
âYou never talk this much. Why are you so obsessed with this?â
â⊠I just wanted you to know.â he says, but it sounds like heâs withholding another response. âIt didnât feel right for me not to tell you I knew about what happened after all this time. Also I need you to come back now. People are gonna crowd the store too much for it to be left without any rules.â
You look away. Decide. Look back at him. âFine.â
Lives come and go. The obvious is ignored.
A lot of guns were pointed at a lot of peopleâs heads today. Youâre unsure why the image of Eunhyuk stuck to the floor with a gun pointed to his forehead is stuck in your mind so much. It keeps rewindingâ Reminding you that you were both helpless there, that you got lucky he even survived it all.
Thereâs so much blood everywhere.
Someone says your full name, with a tone much too casual to match what seemed to be politeness and with such ease that it can only be one person. He grabs your arms and tries to catch your gaze. âAre you okay?â
âAre you crazy?â you whisper, looking at him. He looks like a mess. âYou almost got killed, Eunhyuk.â
âSo did you. Donât downplay it.â he argues. You expect his grip to loosen now that heâs seen youâre alright enough to talk but it only seems to tighten, âWe have a few minutes to get it together before we have to go back to the usual. So be honest for once.â
Being honestâŠ
You look at him, and your eyes are burning. âFuck, Eunhyuk, I donât know why Iâm this scared.â you cough out, hands tensing at your sides.
He carries something gentler in his gaze, something youâre unfamiliar with. His hand drops to your wrist and he squeezes it. âBreathe.â he says, and you try, but itâs like youâre struggling to get the air in and out of your lungs. Itâs burning, too. Why?⊠Youâre panicking. Thatâs why. Your breaths come out short and that uneasiness who loves to get in the way of your thoughts is back. You canât do anything, right nowâ you wouldnât be able to get anyone to survive, let alone yourself.
Eunhyukâs hand grabs your hastily and he brings it to his chest. âSlow down. Just breathe. Thatâs all that matters, right now.â
âAre you breathing?â
âI am. I need both of us to be. So listen to me.â
âYeah.â
And just like a doctor would, he guides you to something calmer. Your gazes are locked the whole time. He insisted. Donât look anywhere else, he said, just me. He helps you remember how to breathe again, helps you remember how to think, and helps you remember you have a lot to do immediately.
âWe need to go.â you say, back to the closest thing to normal you could manage. âHyunsuâs gone. Did anyone get shot? You shouldââ
âYou should go grab the medkits. The ones in the nursery. Bring them here. Iâll take care of it.â
You donât argue. âOkay.
Ah!â â But you nearly lose your footing. You hear Eunhyuk breathe out something that almost sounds like a laugh and turn around to glare.
âYouâll be lightheaded for a bit. Be careful.â
âOh, yeah, okay.â you scoff. You hear Eunyu yell something along the lines of âItâll be fine, so stop looking and get to workââ but youâre too far away to catch all of it.
The skies darken before the light comes back again. Things are eerily quiet.
When leadership becomes worthless, itâs hard to keep a proper sense of identity. Everyone has seen you and Eunhyuk as their leaders for a long while now. But since Jung Uimyeongâs arrival and the clear impact heâs had on the groupâs dearest Cha Hyunsu, the atmosphere has suffered a drastic change. It feels tense for everyone but the newfound duo. Itâs suffocating.
But instincts remain the same. Survival is key, and that means gathering information is, as well. You need to get what Uimyeongâs plan is before it escalates, but you know he would have no interest in talking to you.
So Hyunsu, it is.
âYou donât trust me.â
âBut I do! Iâve always trusted you, Hyunsu.â
The latter keeps on walking and you have to jog to catch up. This is ridiculous, how could he allow a stranger to change him so much? Did he convince him the people here were the real enemy? You wouldnât be surprised. StillâŠ
âJust stop and have an actual conversation with me.â you scoff.
He does just that, stops in his tracks, and you nearly run into him. He turns around slowly to look at you. Hyunsuâs expression is usually devoid of emotion but now itâs just cold. âI donât want to talk to you. Everything you sayâs a lie. You donât trust anyone here. Iâll say good luck to the people who still think youâre a good leader.â
âIsnât that too much?â Eunhyuk. âEspecially since you know itâs not true. Or were you influenced by that guy so easily?â
Hyunsu glances at him, then back at you, before directing his glare to Eunhyuk again. âFind someone else to run your errands. Iâm tired of it.â
âThatâs notââ
âLeave him be.â Eunhyuk says as Hyunsu walks away. You sigh and rub your temples. This isnât good. âThereâs no point in trying to reason with him now.â
âSo what, we donât do anything? Leave things as they are?â
âWe do.â
You sigh and turn around to let your head drop on his shoulder. Eunhyuk brings his hand to the back of your head and leaves it there. Youâre not sure how or why this change happened between the two of you after the shootout, but neither of you mention it. It might be for the best.
âIâm tired.â you mumble.
âYou should get some rest.â he says quietly, âThere isnât much to take care of, right now. You should be able to sleep for a bit.â
âHow long is a bit?â
âUntil I wake you, approximately.â
â⊠Fine by me.â
The sun setsâ
âWake up.â
âHmmâŠ?â you force yourself to open your eyes and look up. God, the worldâs blurry. âWhat?â
âSwitch. I need to rest for a bit.â
You nod lazily and sit up on the bed, making space for him to sit. He settles at your side and turns to look at you. âLook here.â he says (demands) with a hand on your jaw. You turn and feel like heâs scrutinizing your face. âAny injuries?â
âNot anything new, no.â you say, âYou?â
âThe same.â he sighs, dropping his hand. Itâs your turn to touch his face. You hold the side of it in your hand and let your thumb graze the skin under his eye. His glasses are good to hide his eyes, you think. But youâre always close enough to see them. After the shooting, you remember something, despite the state you were in.
âYou cried.â you say. He hums inquisitively at that. âWhen those guys barged in and stuff. When you came back after going with them, you looked like youâd been crying.â
âNot really. I was just upset.â
âBecause?â
âIs there not enough reasons to be upset in this place?â he deadpans, and scoffs silently when you give him a look. âI couldnât save Ms. An. I watched her get shot.â
You have half a mind to hold back from squeezing his head to death. âAnd you didnât think it worth mentioning? Thatâs bad, Eunhyuk.â
âIâve⊠Seen worse.â
âThatâs stupid.â
âYouâre stupid.â
You look at him with wide eyes. âTake it back.â
âOr else?â he asks. Oh. Oh. Heâs teasing you. What the hell? This is new. Your hand drops to grab his collar. You get deja-vu. Something similar happened before. He looks down at your hand then back up at you.
âYou really want to find out, do you?â
Thereâs something in the air. Something you wouldâve usually described as tension, but it almost feels comfortable. You know Eunhyuk well yet you canât tell whatâll happen next. You could guess, though. Each word and touch means more now than it used to.
(Maybe they always meant something, maybe you just chose to ignore it.)Â
He stares at you for a few seconds then tilts his head to the side, expression unreadable. âI do.â
Your fingers tighten around his collar and he smiles. His hand comes up to wrap around your wrist, slowly pulling it away from him. âHeyâŠ?â
âBut I donât think Iâll find out about anything. Youâre a liar, after all. And a coward, just like me.â he says, all whilst gently pushing you to lay on the mattress. He does it so naturally it takes you a moment to realize. He hovers over you with your wrist still in hand. âIs that fine with you?â
âYou insulting me or you pinning me down?â
âYou decide.â he sighs, pressing your wrist down gently next to your head, âWould I be wrong to assume you donât really mind either of those?â
You decide to shut him up instead. He takes it well.
âYou taste a bit bloody.â
âDeal with it.â
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I am yet again requesting headcanons for the 141 (or whoever you want <3) with a reader who has an angry resting face. And to add onto that, they are very expressive with their love but it comes off as aggressive (not on purpose) because they always look, you know, mad. Like when reader says "I love you," it sounds like a threat and really, they look like they wanna kill them, but they donât.
whew, i'm so sorry for the wait on this! i took a small break from tumblr so i could focus on finishing some assignments i had for my classes, but they're all completed and turned in so i should be good for now! also i wasn't 100% sure if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic, so i tried to write it to where it could be interpreted as both. thank you for requesting and, as always, i hope you enjoy :)
warnings: none other than the fact that i don't know how to stop myself from typing more than i need to
summary: the 141 learns to adjust to life with their newest recruit; you.
john 'soap' mactavish
when price first introduces you to the group, he can't help but feel like he's done something wrong
and honestly no one can really blame him for feeling that way
the expression that paints your face when you make eye contact with him practically screams, "sleep with one eye open"
and while it is mildly terrifying, he only sees it as a challenge
because in his mind, if he can get the mighty ghost to warm up to him, he can get anyone to warm up to him
so as soon as price cuts you loose from the brief introductions, he's already right by your side pestering you with various questions
and while it was a bit off-putting, you weren't really surprised because price had already told you all about soap before he decided he wanted you on his team
so you just kinda stood there and let him fire off his questions while answering them with that angry expression and bored monotone voice that he can't help but love
like you're standing there, arms crossed with perhaps one of the most pissed off expressions he's ever seen in his life but all his mind can think is >:(
needless to say, he doesn't take your prickly exterior too seriously and it's because of this he's able to get closer to you a lot quicker than the other members do
and it's because of this he tends to vouch for you a lot more to the other members when it comes to getting to know you
"they're not that bad, i swear!"
"johnny, they look like they wanna rip your arm off every time you're near them."
"but they don't, that's the funny part!"
best believe this man is fighting for his life whenever your rbf gets brought into the conversation
and i imagine that one day you actually manage to overhear one of these little debates/conversations (tbh they could go either way with how divided they can be over it, especially when it's gaz vs soap)
and you can't just ignore the way your heart warms as you hear soap valiantly defend your honor
it's one of the few times you're genuinely thankful for his big mouth
after listening in to the conversation for a few more minutes you eventually decide to walk away, heart full and the smallest of smiles pulling at the edge of your lips
i think it goes without saying that you go a little sweet on him after that encounter
well
as sweet as you can go when you're the human embodiment of >:(
at least in the opinion of soap
you don't really see the resemblance tbh
anyway
you start doing little things for him
things like offering to take watch for him when you're both on a mission because you noticed that he hadn't really bothered getting any rest
sitting by his side and letting him ramble on about his family, especially how he always begged his parents to let him stay with his nan over the summer because she owned a little family farm that he absolutely loved to run around on
and even the time you learned how to make scotch pie using his mom's recipe he had tucked away in his room
no matter how much he may deny it, that last one had him tearing up as soon as he took a bite
but honestly, can you blame him?
the man barely gets to visit his parents back home because of his work and it crushes him
honestly, it was probably one of the first few things he confided in you when you first started talking
so naturally when price announces that the 141 has been approved for a two week leave, you don't hesitate in logging onto the computer and buying him the first tickets back to scotland
what you do hesitate with is actually giving them to him
so you decide to gloss over that part completely and instead opt for shoving the tickets inside an plain envelope with his name scribbled on the front and a small note that simply reads, "go." before sliding it under his door the night before everyone is scheduled to depart from base
the moment soap gets his hands on those tickets he can't help the way he runs through the halls and bursts into your room to give you the biggest hug you've ever had in your life
unfortunately for you both, you'd already left base by the time he discovered the tickets
and so with a heavy heart, soap makes his way back to his room before packing his bags with a new vigor
the plane leaves in six hours, but he's so excited he can't help but want to arrive early
needless to say those are probably the best two weeks of his life
and while the others are interested in hearing all about his trip, he simply brushes them off in favor watching the door so he can be there for the exact moment you walk in
and after making him wait more than what he felt was necessary, you finally walk in
and this man
the way he shoots up from his seat and runs over to hug you
it's almost enough to send you both flying to the ground
but luckily you've got some stellar balance and manage to save yourselves from being teased by the rest of the team
but with the way soap is squeezing onto you while repeatedly whispering, "thank you," into the nape of your neck, you don't doubt they'll make fun of you for that
even with the mild embarrassment you feel, you simply wrap your arms around the scottish man and offer him a few pats on the back
and as sweet as it is for the other men to witness such a tender scene, they can't help but notice how upset you look
it's almost laughable
and as much as they want to step in and tell soap to back off, they can't help but notice the way you cling onto soap with that soft look in your eyes
so they remain quiet as you and soap hang onto each other, hearts full of warmth
kyle 'gaz' garrick
i'm gonna say it now
out of anyone in the 141, he was probably the one most intimidated by you
he's the youngest out of everyone and so it stands that, naturally, he has less experience than others
it's for this reason i think he's so keen on staying close to price
i mean the man practically plucked him off the streets and said, "you're mine now," so i think it's reasonable that gaz grows a tad more attached to price than the other members
so when he catches a few glimpses of you around base barking orders at the recruits and slamming them into the mats during sparring sessions, he's not exactly dying to meet you
even so, he finds he's not too worried about the possibility
with how often the 141 departs base to go on various missions and how you always seem to be too caught up in whatever you're doing at the time to be bothered to even glance his way, he eventually comes to the conclusion that you'll never meet
until one day price strolls into the common area where he and the rest of the team are minding their own business with you trailing right beside him looking aggravated as ever
he's already a bit uneasy with the fact you now know where the team goes to relax, but that unease slowly shifts to downright horror when price reveals that you're the newest member of the team
now gaz is usually a pretty easygoing and friendly guy so any chance to meet and bond with new people is always bound to be a good time in his book
but he can't help the shiver that crawls up his spine whenever you're around
seriously, who or what made you look so pissed off all the time?
anyway
because he's so hesitant of being around you, he tries his hardest not to bother you
which basically means he tries not to be in the same room as you
and while you may not really notice or care, the rest of the team certainly does
especially price
he's the type of man who prides himself on having a team that knows they can all rely on one another on and off the field and so he'll be damned if you and gaz are the ones to ruin his little streak
so guess who gets assigned to accompany you and the recruits on your morning workouts from now on?
gaz!
and while he's not necessarily thrilled about the idea of being forced into such close proximity to you, especially first thing in the morning, he respects price enough to not question his decision and just ends up going along with it
and at first he doesn't really pay you much attention in an effort to not do anything to accidentally make you even more upset than he already assumes you are
but then he starts to notice something
he notices the way the recruits light up whenever they see you, whether it be during the morning workout sessions or when you're walking around base
and it baffles him because you just look so upset, he can't possibly imagine why they're all so keen on sending you wide smiles or enthusiastic waves
but one day he looks just a little bit closer and he can see the faintest hint of amusement on your face as your lips showcase the ghost of a smile
that's when he really starts to pay attention
and suddenly he can't help but feel a little ashamed of himself
because now he can practically feel his heart melt every time you interact with the recruits
like how you would bring extra ice-cold water bottles to the morning workouts for the recruits who'd forget to bring their own
or the way you wouldn't hesitate to slide them some money if they mentioned being hungry while you were around
and especially how you don't hesitate to lend an ear for them if they seemed to be troubled by something
it's in those few little moments that he can see just the tiniest cracks through your annoyed expression and heated glares
you're not angry at all, he decides, just real shit at expressing yourself
and upon deciding this, he realizes you're not so scary anymore
so now instead of avoiding you like the plague, he actively seeks you out
at first it's to help you out with carrying the extra water bottles for the recruits in the morning and planning the workouts for the week
but then it turns into him asking to sit with you at the mess hall over dinner and keeping each other company in the commons area
and as much as he tries not to, he can't help the giddiness that floods his body when you start to show him that aggressive love he sees you dish out to the recruits
shoving snacks into his hands when you notice he hasn't eaten in a while
quietly sitting with him while he goes through paperwork because you both know he has a tendency to get distracted
and his personal favorite, draping your jacket over him when you walk in on him sleeping anywhere that isn't his room
he always wakes up with a smile tugging on his lips
and despite how cold and distant you may look while doing these things, he doesn't give it much attention anymore
not when he can see the love and care that's reflected in your eyes
simon 'ghost' riley
despite you and ghost having similar exteriors, it becomes more and more apparent to gaz and soap that you're actually quite different
which isn't a bad thing, of course! just a bit unexpected
but it's because of this striking difference that you and simon tend to keep a majority of your interactions on the field
and you both are more than happy to keep it this way
gaz and soap however, are not
so naturally they put together a plan; a plan that consists of soap giving you his most treasured tactical pen so you can use it to write away in that little journal of yours on the ride back from missions just so he can later "confront" ghost and admonish him for stealing said pen
and during all this, gaz simply remains on the sidelines just looking pretty
anyway
after laying into simon for a good ten minutes, soap walks away from the encounter with a small smile before walking up to gaz and saying something like, "now we wait"
and they do wait
patiently
but after a full two weeks pass by and neither gaz or soap can find any evidence of their so called "master plan" working, they can't help but feel a little discouraged
unbeknownst to them, it totally worked
just not in the way they envisioned
you see, by the time soap came up to simon to lecture him about stealing his pen, ghost had already come to notice you scribbling into your notebook with it
so once soap had finally decided to leave him alone, he immediately confronted you about framing him for such a crime
but you just kinda stare up at him with that annoyed look of yours before revealing soap had willingly given it to you
and things just kinda click into place for the two of you; soap wanted to get you talking
and while you and simon had to admit it wasn't a bad plan, you didn't want to give the scotsman the satisfaction of knowing it had actually worked
so whenever you and simon find yourselves in the company of the rest of the team, you decide to remain distant
but when it's just the two of you?
you're straight chilling
especially when you visit him in his room or vice versa
like just imagine the two of you drinking tea that simon was nice enough to make and watching war movies while bashing all the inaccuracies and bad calls the characters make
or when the two of you are out and about on base free from the prying eyes of gaz and soap because they're out doing their own thing
you and simon love finding random groups of rowdy soldiers just to intimidate them
i don't know about you, but i can definitely see simon just standing there with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed while you rest your hands on your hips with your lips pulled into a frown
price definitely gets complaints about the two of you
he does nothing about them
and for a while that's pretty much the gist of how you and simon spend your time together
but i like to imagine that after a particularly rough mission, simon would seek you out just to sit with you
and i can see him as a stress smoker so when he finally does manage to find you and take a seat beside you, you slide him a pack of cigarettes and a lighter
he doesn't ask how you know his cigarette preference, but instead gives you a small nod of approval before pulling up his mask over lips and taking a drag
and that's how you spend your night
just sitting beside each other as you watch the evening sky gradually begin to fill with stars
i think it would depend on how bad the mission went in order to determine exactly how long the two of you stay sitting under the stars, but it doesn't matter because it'll end the same way; you reaching over and giving simon's hand a quick squeeze with a small, "get some sleep, simon. you need it," before you walk away
and he finds himself confused to two reasons
reason one: why did you grab his hand why did he like it?
reason two: how can you say such sweet words but still look so mad?
as much as he wants to play that moment over in his head just to make sure he was remembering things right, he decides against it in favor of heeding your words and getting some sleep
but it's after that moment he can't help but notice how your mannerisms have changed
not only are your words of reassurance more apparent than before, he's also noticed you have a tendency to give his hand/shoulder a reassuring squeeze every now and then
he can't help the small smile that threatens to pull at his lips when you do
but he also can't help but notice how distant and reserved your face looks when you do all of these things
he doesn't really mind it though
but he eventually does bring it up to you one day
it's probably after he tells you one of his god awful dad jokes
like he'll look over at you and notice your sour expression and say something like, "don't look so pissed, they're not that bad."
and you'll respond with a tilt of your head as you tell him, "i'm not pissed. i like your jokes."
then he'll nudge your shoulder before telling you, "with that face? coulda fooled me."
and you'll roll your eyes in faux annoyance as you brush him off with a simple, "that's just my face."
and then he'll look down at you, thankful for his mask so you can't see the small smile making its way onto his face
he might even say something dumb and cheesy like, "i know. i like it."
and you give him one of your rare smiles
and i could end it there and say the two of you are bffs
or i could sprinkle in something about soap running up on the two of you chanting, "my plan worked, my plan worked!"
that's for you to decide
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After forty-five minutes of no word, the three of them finally decide that someone should go check on Tango. Normally, Xisuma would have reluctantly advocated for just starting without himâitâs Tango, heâd probably gotten caught up in Decked Out work, heâd apologize and laugh it off later and wouldnât changeâbut heâd seemed so genuinely excited this time. Heâd rambled back at them the moment Etho had invited him to join in on the wither-mining. Heâd promised heâd try to show up. Heâd checked the time more than once.
Itâs been a while since most of the hermits had seen Tango outside of his fortress. Or spoken to him for more than about twenty minutes if their name wasnât âZedaphâ. Orâitâs been a while. That man is working himself to death, Xisuma swears.
(Itâs⊠not Tangoâs fault, Xisuma tells himself. Heâd meant to have more done by now. The whole Empires fiasco had put a damper on that. Tangoâs always been the sort to fixate a little on his latest project. Besides, all of the Hermits get caught up. Itâs normal to occasionally go a week or two without talking to anyone else. Itâs just that itâs starting to hurt a little, to reach out and get...)
(Xisuma will make up a better excuse. Itâs why he volunteered to go check on him. Save Tango and Etho a little heartache.)
(Tango had been really excitedâbut so had Etho.)
Itâs a short enough elytra flight to the Deep Frost Citadel. Xisuma takes a deep breath. Heâll probably have to locate Tango and convince him to come up from the outside. That place is a death trap already to half the server, and Tangoâs normally in the maintenance tunnels instead of the main body of the cave, which are a death trap in a unique âlargely unfit for habitation by anything breathingâ way that Tango seems to be the only one who knows how to navigate. Heâll make sure heâs okay, and thenâŠ
Xisumaâa thoughts come to a pause as he approaches. Thereâs someone else at the Citadel, standing near the base of the hill, just past where the borders of Tangoâs snowy base fade into the grassland.
A few minutes of approach later, and it becomes clear itâs Tango. Heâs standing oddly, his feet braced and arms unsteadily placed forward like heâs worried he might fall. When Xisuma lights another rocket, he looks up in Xisumaâs direction, but before really catching sight of Xisuma, he turns around and winces, rubbing his eyes repeatedly.
âHello,â Xisuma says as he lands. Tango turns toânot quite look at him? Tango is looking in the direction of Xisuma, certainly, but isnât quite looking at Xisumaâs face. Maybe thereâs too much glare in Xisumaâs visor today?
âOh, hey X! Howâs it hanginâ?â Tango says.
âOh, you know, I was just here to check on you. Youâre a bit late to our demonstration.â
âWhat?â Tango says. âItâsâof course it has.â
âDid you get caught up?â Xisuma asks. He tries very hard not to sound disappointed.
âIâyeah,â Tango says. âSorry, I swear I set an alarm, but if youâre here I must be later than I thought.â
âProbably nearly an hour by now.â
âIâve beenâa whole hour? Feels like longer,â mumbles Tango.
âThe others agreed to wait if youâre coming, and youâre already outside,â Xisuma says. âWe can get over there in a few minutes. Itâs not too late. Put on your elytra andââ
âNo!â yelps Tango, stepping back, stumbling, and then, eyes wide, looking around like heâs trying to find something. âI mean, uh. Not used to open-air flying right now. I was planning on taking the nether but I ran out of fireproof potions and donât have the blaze rods to make more, so here I am. I promise I didnât mean to be late, I justâŠâ
Xisuma has no idea where to start. But. âTango, you built the nether hub? You know you donât need fireproof potions to get to the Ancient City weâre using.â
âHaha, yeah,â Tango says, and doesnât elaborate.
âSo I guess you were going to the shopping district, to get more blaze rods and their portal?â Xisuma says.
âYeah, uh, then I realized I, uh, donât. Remember how to get there,â Tango says. âAnd, well, you know how it is. Even when you have permission to leave itâs still kind of daunting!â
His voice goes high and a little squeaky. His eyes, Xisuma realizes, have had a sort of wild fear to them since Xisuma first suggested stepping further than where heâs standing. If Tango had pupils, Xisuma imagines theyâd probably be darting. The rest of his facial expression does the work well enough.
Xisuma really doesnât know where to start.
âAnd youâve been stuck here for⊠nearly an hour?â Xisuma says.
âYeah. Man, I got permission to leave and everything,â Tango says again, which, okay, very concerning phrasing, Xisumaâs just going to put that away for the time being though, because there are a lot of other things to unpack here. âAnd like, I wanted to see the Withers and a Warden fight! Who would win, right?â
He still hasnât moved. As Xisumaâs talked, heâs gotten closer to looking Xisuma in the eyes, but itâs more like heâs very confidently looking at Xisumaâs chin. He keeps squinting and blinking when his eyes arenât wide with a wild, lost sort of panic.
Heâs also still rambling.
âProbably for the best I donât leave, though. I mean, I held you all up, Iâd hate to hold it up further because I got caught up. I can just go back; best to keep doing my duty after all. Sorry about that!â
Tango turns back towards his base, as though making that excuse was the excuse he needed to go back towards safer ground. Maybe another time, Xisuma would have let that be, but the thing is, Tango and Etho had both been so excited, and Xisuma can hear the disappointment in Tangoâs voice. He doesnât want to be making this excuse either. Xisuma has no idea what, but somethingâs wrong.
(Well, Xisuma has some idea, but while he may be a derp, heâs pretty sure itâs rude to ask someone whether theyâve gone blind, developed agoraphobia, gotten possessed, or multiple of those things at the same time. If someone doesnât bring it up itâs not Xisumaâs business, right? Right.)
(Heâll justâŠ)
ââŠno, we want to do this with you,â Xisuma says. âDo you need help getting to the cave weâre doing it in?â
Xisuma can see Tango warring between the pride that stops him from asking for help and whatever it is that had paralyzed him the moment heâd tried to step past his baseâs borders. He can see Tango war between how easy it would be to claim he didnât have time and how much heâd wanted to see the wither mining.
âItâs all going to be underground?â he says.
Weird question. File that away. âYep! Inside an ancient city!â
âAnd I got permission to leave,â mutters Tango. âSo itâs going to be fine once I actually get there.â
âI can even grab some fireproof potions from Cubâs shop when weâre done,â wheedles Xisuma.
ââŠfine. Lead the way. Uh, and, if you could hold my hand. Itâs⊠very hard to know where I am outside of my base when itâs so bright,â Tango says, voice a little small, and okay, so a mix of all three. Xisuma really should pry, but heâs got what he came here for, and itâs not really his business, is it? Heâs sure Tangoâll work it out in the end. Heâs a smart guy.
âGladly, my friend. Letâs go die to withers sixty times.â
Tango laughs shakily. âYes, letâs!â
Xisuma laces his fingers around Tangoâs hand and, suddenly aware of just how many things there are to trip on, starts walking towards the Ancient City.
Gosh, but this is going to take an hour, isnât it? He sighs and pulls out his messenger to tell the other two. A thought strikes him.
âYou know, next time you have this problem, you should text ahead. You can use text-to-speech, you know.â
Tango barks a laugh, louder this time. âYeah, sure, thatâs going to be on my mind. Yeah. Iâll do that.â
Well, good enough for Xisuma!
They make their way to the Ancient City together.
#hermitcraft#tango tek#xisumavoid#a bee fic#had this idea stuck in my head since I watched this episode yesterday#anyway Xisumaâs right itâs a mix of âbase is eating him so he normally canât leaveâ#âno longer has effective daylight vision and itâs kind of painfulâ#and yeah a bit of agoraphobia#once heâs in the ancient city for the record heâs fine and has a grand old time and the other two donât even know somethings wrong#xisuma meanwhile (king of minding his own business) just Says Nothing At All#and tango gets home through the nether with heat resistance for his little ice problem#sure THAT wonât continue to be a problem or anything!#also for the record zed is aware tangoâs weird but also has No Room To Talk so is just being a supportive friend#anyway once again. At SOME POINT I go into more detail on âthe base is eating himâ#but not today!
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Severus Snape x chatty!reader Soulmate AU
Writers block with stardew valley stuff so im trying something totally different to shake the cobwebs loose
do ppl still need to say they dont fuck with jkr or is it a given at this point? (genuine question)
*meet-cute!!!*
*this reader has titties and gender neutral pronouns*
Walking quickly, your eyes are glued to your phone as you round the corner of a street in London. You are already running late for a meeting but you absolutely refuse to deal with your coworker's bullshit without something caffeinated in your hands.
Just as you are about to look up and find the entrance to the cafe you frequent, you slam into something. You squeak out a nervous gasp when you realize it wasn't a lamp post, but a person.
"Ohmygosh I am so so so sorry!" You say, frantically digging in your bag for your horde of cocktail napkins. Your eyes flit nervously over the stranger, realizing you're both covered in his drink order. Dabbing at his torso with your little napkins, his silence makes you about a thousand times more anxious.
"I really am so so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, it's totally my fault." You stammer out, glancing at up at his face while you pat pat pat his chest with your napkins.
Your poor little heart, already beating like a hummingbird in your chest, leaps into your throat at the sight of the hottest fucking guy you've ever seen in your life. The kind of hottie you would chase down the street to throw yourself at. You've done very embarrassing things to get a chance to know people who are far less good-looking than this man in front of you now. And because you were too preoccupied with your phone, you're almost certain you won't be walking away with his number.
And he's frozen, staring at you with a weird look on his face. Definitely the worst first impression you could have possibly made.
Never one for fits of grace, you frown and say, "People as attractive as you should come with an escape lever." You throw the soggy napkins in the trash nearby and add, "I hate embarrassing myself in front of hot people."
Still not getting a response, you turn and look up at him. "You gonna say anything handsome?"
-
Severus Snape has never been rendered this speechless in his entire life.
The day the courts ruled him not guilty enough for Azkaban was certainly shocking, but even that paled in comparison to what he was experiencing now.
He was leaving his favorite coffee shop when he bumped into a muggle. People are clumsy, it happens. But then, instead of apologizing and running away from the tall scary man, they started talking to him. The sweetest, softest voice Severus had ever heard, telling him he's... hot. Attractive. Handsome.
Every single time anyone has ever shown interest in him in public, Severus has immediately and viciously shut them down. Far better to come across as an asshole upfront than to be humiliated and heartbroken later.
But now, he had this sweet little muggle running their warm hands all over his chest in a matter of seconds. Before he could snarl at them to back off, he looked down and, well.
What was already a very low-cut top was now soaked with tea, becoming slightly translucent. Half of Severus was now laser-focused on the stretch of the damp fabric over your tits, while the other half was screaming at him to get a hold of himself.
You asked him a question, he realizes. Jerking his head around to face you properly, he blurts out, "Huh?"
Oh he's doomed, he thinks.
-
You gasp and grab his arm, "Oh no I'm already so late I need to go right now but listen, here's a bit of money to buy yourself a new drink it's the least I can do I'm so so sorry for running into you and dashing away but I really am late it was nice to meet you bye!"
Hustling away, you sigh and hope you run into him again. Such a shame you couldn't stay and flirt longer. Checking your watch, you growl and break into a jog. Fuck this day, you think.
-
"Fuck this day" Severus mutters, before heading down an alley to dissipate home. Just like him to meet someone who actually thinks he's attractive only for them to be so late they have to literally run.
It was only a fraction of a moment, but Severus knows it'll be the thing keeping him from falling down a pit of despair some nights.
Hating himself as he does it, he sniffs the money you handed him. It smells like your perfume. He sets it aside on his dresser.
Pathetic virgin, he thinks.
Later that night, however, he wakes with a gasp. "Idiot idiot idiot!" He snarls, yanking the covers away from himself. "You were so focused on them you forgot to check your soul mark" He glowers at himself in the mirror before lifting his tongue. There, on the underside, is a swirl unique to him and his soulmate.
His heart skips a beat when he sees it glitter in the dingy bathroom lighting. It's activated. And the only people he spoke to yesterday were you and the exhausted-looking barista.
He thinks of the look on your face when you saw him, how you pouted so cutely when you threw the napkins away. The way your clothes stretched over your body.
I've gone mad, he thinks, as he throws on some clothes and dissipates to an alley in London.
-
I am literally insane, you think.
You've been sitting on a bench outside the coffee shop you almost went in yesterday for about half an hour now. It's too early for anyone else to be up and about yet, it's about 3 in the morning. You woke up last night realizing you didn't check your soul mark after meeting that stupidly hot guy. Sure enough, it was activated.
You twist your fingers anxiously, hoping and hoping that he will show up eventually. You'll be so sad if it's not him.
Suddenly, you hear an odd noise in a nearby alley. Nervously, you run your hands along your pepper spray.
Turning your head to look, you see him. Disheveled and breathing heavy, he locks eyes with you and storms over.
Feeling slightly lightheaded, you rush towards him and lift your tongue up so he can see. Tears of happiness and overwhelm run down your face when he nods and shows you his activated mark.
"Can I...?" You open your arms, asking for a hug.
Hesitating, he steps into your embrace, standing like a stiff board while you sniffle into his shirt and squeeze him tight.
You have a good feeling about this.
(not sure how to end it so ill call it here đ€)
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I LOVED To Be a Creature, and it genuinely creeped me out to see the things Edelgard and Hubert said to Byleth (though it's the same as the game, stripped out of its voice acting and background music, the dialogue is so much more horrifying). Really makes me wonder if Edelgard's love for Byleth is genuine in any way. Do you think there's any real love there or is it just obsession?
Thank you!!! I had a feeling that placing Edelgard and Hubert's words in a context that isn't meant to make them look flattering would really let their casual racism shine, and I'm glad it's seeming like that is in fact the impression people are getting lol. SO sorry for the late answer btw đđđ
As for whether Edelgard's love is genuine... I got opinions lmao.
got a bit long lmao under the cut it goes
If Edelgard felt the way she does for Byleth on exclusively SS and CF, I could maybe see how this is a "genuine" love (insofar as a love steeped in "I may hate your race but you're special and Not Like The Other Ones because I think you're special to me" can, uh, ever be genuine, in any case). But because Edelgard still feels as strongly towards Byleth on AM and VW where she quite literally never talks to them directly in any meaningful way, it becomes waaaaay more like she's just weirdly obsessed with this person who saved her one singular time ever five years ago from an attack Edelgard set up. It makes the "love" way more forced and contrived and obviously trying to squeeze tears out of the player for standing up against the cute girly trying to murder them. Or, alternatively, it makes Edelgard come off as manipulative, saying that she just wanted to walk with Byleth and it makes her so sad to HAVE to fight Byleth because BYLETH wouldn't stand by HER - and she's saying this on AM/VW to a person she's talked to in conversation a cumulative, what? Hour? Two? Maybe a few days, being nice? Over the course of, being as absolutely generous as physically possible and not counting the five years Byleth was missing... two fucking years? She's shitting herself over fighting this stranger she doesn't fucking know? Yeah, sure buddy, whatever you say - you see what I mean?
And honestly even outside of those two routes, I think it's more that she sees Byleth as being hers rather than actually liking them for who they are. A body to stand next to her and tell her how right she is and comfort her - who doesn't have the background of "I was literally raised to think this is my only purpose in life" muddying the sincerity of the brown-nosing - who also happens to also act as The Perfect Fighter and The Perfect Strategist to actively help her get what she wants. That view of Byleth being a tool doesn't really go away unless they marry her, seen by how they quite literally get nothing for all they've done for Edelgard should they go unmarried to a noble (guess they just weren't meritable enough once their use to her was done).
As well as how much more Edelgard doesn't like Byleth disagreeing with her or otherwise going against her flow than pretty much anyone else in the game - you lose supports points if you don't think the Black Eagle Strike Force name she made is good, she quickly denies the notion that Byleth is detached from others/emotions and insists they are just like she is, she gives them the same callous and thoughtless words she was apparently given once in her life while they are in the midst of mourning their recently murdered father so that they get over it already and get back to being useful to her (directly saying she will only reach out her hand when it's time for HER to move forward, not when BYLETH heals from WATCHING THEIR DAD DIE IN THEIR FUCKING ARMS MAYBE A WEEK AGO). She never treats Byleth kindly unless they do everything she wants, which like. Isn't love???? At all????
There's just this... weirdly possessive air Edelgard has around Byleth that always threw me off, especially with how easily she admits to have been willing to kill them so far into CF and how readily she cuts ties with them the second the fighting's done (which is particular because how just how clingy she was to Byleth everywhere else - you know during all that time Byleth had a use to her). Incorporating that into being an intentional part of her character is certainly interesting, but not in a way that's flattering to the idea of Edelgard genuinely being in love with Byleth lmao.
Personally tho, even disregarding almost everything else, the simple explanation is that I don't think you can really sit there and say you love someone while openly hating part of their racial heritage. Wild thought, I know lmao
#ask#anon#anti edelgard#just to be safe#like. maybe if this ship was allowed to be seen as the clearly toxic ship it is i MIGHT could see it as a sort of twisted#''you're only good because *I* like you'' fucked up kinda deal#where the possessive and controlling shit baked into the relationship was embraced or even just like. acknowledged?? at all??#and where Edelgard ''doesn't care'' for Byleth's mixed-race status in her love for her...#...because she *already* dehumanized them as *being* hers regardless of Byleth's race. like they ALREADY aren't really a person to her#which is why their mixed-race status is just an annoying bug to her and not a deal-breaker (to downplay it SEVERELY but you get the idea)#but uh like it's not like at all lmao#there's no way in hell my ass is gonna be convinced Edelgard ''I hate Nabateans and want to obliterate all of them'' von Hresvelg#would ever actually genuinely love Byleth ''is literally part Nabatean'' Eisner WITHOUT getting over her hatred of Nabateans#and oops guess what she never does đ€·ââïž#and yeah her ''facing you i grow weak'' and ''i just wanted to walk with you'' schtick on AM and VW looks shallow as helllllll dude#like bitch do NOT play with me you do not and frankly CAN not give a shit about this person sincerely#LITERALLY they have almost never spoken to each other. she could've just as well said this to fucking Raphael and have it mean just as much
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Will we have an update soon?
Tumblr won't let me make normal posts for some reason, so the update will have to be in form of an answer to this ask smh. Anyway:
Hey everyone!
This post is long overdue, I know. Iâm really sorry to those who have been worried about my wellbeing, as well as those who have been waiting around for an update for so long.
Iâve put off writing here because this âupdateâ is something Iâve been wrestling with for a long time. But I canât keep going back and forth on it forever, which is why Iâm now letting you all know that the Shadow Society is officially discontinued.
I know that this might not come as much of a surprise to anyone at this point. Iâve tried to salvage the story by remaking it into something Iâm happy with through a rewrite. But Iâve rewritten the rewrite itself more than once, and no matter what I do, Iâm just not happy with the result. Rewriting something thatâs already published with all the coding it involves is a lot more tricky than I initially thought it would be.
This is not a case of me being needlessly harsh on myself, however; itâs simply a truth Iâve come to realize after struggling to find a way to keep going with the story. Iâll never be fully content with it, or even content enough, unless Iâd be able to completely remake and rewrite everything from scratch â and consequentially, I will never find enough motivation to continue because of how unhappy I am with it.
Iâve seen some speculation about my reason for rewriting the story and my long absence, and that theyâve had to do with comparisons to other IFs (well, you know which one). This isnât entirely the case. While the comparisons did happen and probably still do, and while they were discouraging in the beginning, I can definitely understand where people have been coming from when making them. I talked about this more in-depth in the forums right after the release of TSS.
The main reason for why I canât continue is that itâs not a series I feel passionate enough about to work on. My tastes have changed, and so has my writing to some degree. Iâve tried to convince myself that I am passionate about it. Itâs hard to admit that youâre not when itâs been in your head for so long, when youâve tried for so long to make this work and when you know that one part is published and that some people are anticipating a continuation. But it had to be done sooner or later.
Other reasons:
-While I donât think that my writing style has changed drastically, I feel like it is somewhat different from how I wrote back in 2018 (which is a GOOD thing). Whenever I tried working on the rewrite or second book and attempted to emulate the writing of TSS, it just didnât sound right anymore, and that took a lot of fun out of it.
-With everything that has happened with CoG over the past few years, they are no longer a company I want to write for.
Please know that none of this has discouraged me from writing in general. I still love doing it. If anything, this has taught me a lot about what I actually want to write and the writing process in general. Whether I end up publishing anything else in the future or will simply do so for my own enjoyment weâll just have to see, though.
I still have the idea of a shadow-like world in my head, and maybe itâs one I will revisit at some point. Maybe there will be another version of TSS someday, albeit very different from the original one.
But for now, I can only thank you all for the overwhelming love and support over the years, and apologize for any disappointment this has caused. If people are interested, Iâd be happy to share parts of the rewrite and unused ideas. The Tumblr page will still stay up at least for some time, but I will probably not be answering any asks from here on out.
EDIT: Forgot to add, but if anyone wants a genuinely amazing IF read you should check out my friend's wip here: https://uroboros-if.tumblr.com/ â€ïž Play the demo here: https://mistyriousness.itch.io/uroboros
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heyy
can you do a angst with fluffy ending with eddie x reader on reader birthday (but not that he forgot pls đđ») you can decide the rest
thank you so much!! đđ
gosh i am sooooo sorry for only getting this out to you now! it's been sitting in my drafts, half-finished for far too long! again, super sorry for the delay - and i hope you enjoy đ€
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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.3k content warnings: talk of breakups / heartbreak (eddie & reader are exes), adult language, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol consumption, - very much unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!
Birthdays werenât really your thing.
Celebrating getting older stopped being fun when the gifts turned from colourful toys to cards with generic wishes, and when parties went from having bright bouncy castles to drinking cheap wine alone in a messy apartment at the end of an even messier night. From pure, unfiltered joy, to misery and feeling like your life was slipping through your fingers, fast.
There were a few expectations over the last few years â four lucky birthdays to be exact. And these happy memories came into existence thanks to a certain curly-haired, brown-eyed boy.
Eddie first asked you out a few days before your nineteenth birthday and even though the two of you never really talked prior, there was no denying he was really fucking pretty and you had a big fat silent crush on him for quite some time before that faithful afternoon.
He invited you out for burgers, and in the midst of natural conversation, when you let slip that it was your birthday, Eddie also got you ice-cream, asking the waiter to place a single candle in the colourful sundae.
Till this day, it was the most genuine thing anyone has ever done for you. The most romantic too.
And every birthday that followed, every birthday you spent together with the metalhead was beyond special. He made them special.
From balloons and love notes, to heartfelt gifts, various activities during the day and dinners at his trailer or out in town. He even rallied your friends and threw you parties that no longer ended with loneliness. No year was the same. Eddie made them unique and memorable â which you adored him for wholeheartedly.
Unfortunately, the genuine love you shared was not enough and the relationship came to an unforeseen end.
Eddie had big plans of one day becoming a rockstar, practicing guitar in his free time till his fingers bled, and you were studying day and night, working towards your dream degree. Your lives were heading in completely different directions and there came a point where you only saw each other once every fortnight, while your already irregular phone calls were often cut short.
That was three months ago. A breakup as natural as breathing, yet equally as earth shattering.
Even though it was a mutual decision, the pain was ever present and you cried yourself to sleep for weeks after. Eddie took a piece of you when he left and your whole body was in mourning. It didnât help that everything in what remained of your life reminded you of him. Physical items like the printed t-shirts in your drawer or the mug he branded as his and you never let anyone else use. A Dio song youâd hear randomly or the diner he took you to on your first date. Then there was the emotional side, the soft glimmer in his eyes you remembered when you closed yours and the sound of his laughter you wished youâd hear again.
Things eventually got easier âcause itâs not like you saw Eddie often when you were together. Plus studying for an ungodly amount of hours kept you busy, distracted. And after giving yourself an appropriate time to feel everything, there was honestly no more time for heartbreak.
That is until your birthday rolled around.
When you opened your eyes late morning, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole â which in Hawkins was more than likely to happen. The last four birthdays were nothing short of perfect and nowâŠÂ Â
The nausea followed shortly after.
Your plan was to stay in bed all day, and it was going quite well since at six oâclock that evening you were glued to the same spot, until Robin barged into your room, Steve close on her heels, with a glass of water and a poorly decorated cake. Their singing gave you a headache, but you were still grateful for their attempt to make this day end on a better note.
âNow, go get your ass dressed,â Robin orders, glancing at Steve for his rehearsed words of encouragement.
Heâs wide-eyed at first, nose buried in icing, but quickly nods at Robinâs words and looks in your direction.
âY-yes, yes! We have an evening of fun planned!â Steve exclaims after swallowing a mouth full of vanilla cake.
Your roommates, however sweet they were trying to be, failed to realise the one place you really didnât want to spend your birthday was The Hideout, and thatâs exactly where they brought you.
The Hideout, presenting its usual lurking charm from the moment you stepped inside, was the one place in Hawkins you knew guaranteed an awkward bump-in with Eddie. Or maybe a needed interaction? Seeing him in his element could possibly bring some sort of closure after three months of no contact⊠No. No. Seeing him would only bring back the pain you tried real hard to bury.
A stench of old man sweat mixed with spilled booze hits your senses while you hurry closely behind Robin and Steve. In the dim light, your eyes are focused on the floor below, partially because youâre trying not to slip or trip over your own two feet, but mainly âcause youâre fearful of catching a glimpse of a certain head of wild brown locks. You only look up when the three of you approach a table closer to the back, away from most of the noise, and are greeted with hugs from Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle.Â
Settling yourself on one of the chairs, you exchange pleasantries with the rest of your friends while Steve orders a round of shots for the group. They all raise a toast to your health, their cheers attracting some attention in the process, but you donât think anything of it, starting to instead feel glad you agreed to this.
âBirthday girl isnât allowed to pay for her own drinks, got it?â Robin addresses the group and they all nod in unison. You wanna protest, but she swats at you from across the table before the words escape your lips. Her eyes saying that you need this, your eyes saying that youâre grateful sheâs your friend. I know, Robin mouths as Jonathan takes everyoneâs drink order.
Every shot you take, you chase with a rum and coke. The liquid burns down your throat. Third, fourth, fifth round down. Youâre feeling buzzed, happy. Most importantly, no longer thinking of the boy that would normally also be hanging out with this group â blissfully unaware that he was actually watching your every move from the other side of the bar.
Eddie hadnât initially planned on going out tonight. After a long day of working at the garage, then band practice right after, he really just wanted to smoke and fall asleep. As he got out of the shower however, instead of jumping into bed, he reached for a clean t-shirt. He couldnât really explain why. It was stupid to think something inside of him was urging him to come to The Hideout tonight. He was wrecked beyond belief, yet his feet carried him here.
Then he heard it. Your name, followed by a mini-eruption of woohoos.
Head snapping in the direction of the sound, Eddieâs gaze found the source of the noise and then scanned the small group until he reached your relaxed frame. Christ, he thought, palms getting clammy. To say you looked gorgeous would be a vast understatement. And to say he didnât realise just how much he missed you until this very moment would be nothing short of the truth.
Sure, after the breakup, Eddie found it hard to get through the day-to-day. Constantly distracted, thinking about you and second guessing the decision you both made. But then he reminded himself this was for the best, convinced himself that people can have more than one great love in their life, and things got easier.
There were days he hoped heâd accidentally run into you. At the store, out for coffee, or just wandering the streets of Hawkins. No such luck. When he started working at the shop to save some extra cash, he thought maybe youâd come in with your clunk of shit car since he was always telling you to get it looked at, but again, it never happened.Â
Three months passed like nothing.
Eddie wouldâve never thought that today, your fucking birthday of all days, would be when he saw you next.
Cold beer in hand, he thought about walking up to the table you sat at with your mutual friends. And he was about to, but then you laughed at something Argyle said and the honey-like sound froze him in place. Clearly, you were having a good time. Eddie didnât want to ruin that, so he opted for watching you like some fucking creep.Â
Four beers later, heâs still in the same spot.
Nancy takes over the jukebox duties. Billy Idolâs White Wedding starts to play as she pulls you to your feet, an excited squeal escaping her lips when you donât protest. Swaying your hips to the music, you feel elated. Even more so when Robin joins in, singing along as Nancy twirls around the two of you. The boys clap, grinning like idiots, and you know youâre going to remember this moment forever, or at least until you unintentionally go over your drink limit and black out.
A smile tugs at the corners of Eddieâs lips as he continues to shamelessly stare at you. Carefree, is the word heâd use now to describe you and in all honesty, he hasnât seen you like this in a while. Then his smile falters before it really fully appears âcause he finds himself wishing he was the reason for your current mood. Was ending things a mistake?
Mid-song, you spin and as you do, your eyes skim the bar, passing a set of curly hair. The air hitches in your throat as you double back. Just to make sure your drunken gaze wasnât deceiving you, you tell yourself, but the reality is much different. Please be him, please be him, please be himâŠ
When your eyes do lock with his, your tummy burns.
The copious amount of alcohol trifling through your veins right now gives you that extra push you need to start a short strut towards your ex-boyfriend. Someoneâs arm is on you, attempting to pull you back slightly, but you donât pay attention to it. Then you hear Steve say, âlet her go, she needs this.â, and youâre free to continue your journey.Â
In a trance, gaze glued to Eddieâs chocolate one, you push through the people until youâre leaning against the bar he was sitting at, observing as his features turn from awe into something you couldnât quite decipher.
âHey, pretty girl.â Eddie greets nonchalantly, as if no time has passed, as if nothing has changed between the two of you.
So you follow in his footsteps, carefully hoisting yourself up on the stool next to his, bare knee brushing against his denim-clad one.Â
âWanna order me a drink?â
Eddie smirks. âStraight to the point, as always.â
âWell, since it is my birthday, Robin said Iâm not allowed to pay for my own poison,â you tell him, shrugging lightly, âSo if you have a problem with that, you gotta take it up with her.â
He huffs out a laugh.Â
âIâd rather not go against Buckley.â And with that he orders a shot of tequila each.
When the small glasses are in front of you, accompanied by a lime wedge, he takes your hand without asking, then licks between your thumb and index finger, doe-eyes never leaving yours.Â
A shiver runs down your spine at the sudden contact and you try to play it cool, but in reality your heart is racing. Though Eddie doesnât give you time to think about what heâs done with no warning, pouring salt in the spot heâs just salivated. He then hastily repeats the action on his own hand and pushes a shot glass in your direction.Â
âHappy birthday, sweetheart.â
The toast is short and sweet. He raises the glass in front of his face as the words escape his lips, licks the salt off his own hand (which youâre a little disappointed in, unsurprisingly already missing the sensation that was his gentle touch), and downs the liquid in one go.
You quickly follow suit, not wanting to seem like he got you all flustered. But as the two of you sit and stare at one another while sucking on the lime wedges for a little longer than normal, you realise heâs just as rattled as you are â good.
âI hate tequila,â Eddie announces, discarding the wedge.
âI donât mind it,â you say, wiping the corners of your mouth.
His gaze drops slightly, to where your finger presses against your puffy lips, and he bites down on his own rather shamelessly. There is a brief moment of silence in which Eddie thinks back to seconds before, when his tongue caressed your soft skin. He hates himself a little âcause he doesnât wanna mess with your head, but fuck did that feel good. Heâd like to do it again, if not more. Is that crazy?
And while you continue to look into his eyes, the butterflies in your stomach are going wild since you know exactly what heâs thinking. The only problem is you donât know how to tell him because thereâs so much else to be said first. Three months of catching up, to be precise, but did exes even do that?
âHow about we get out of here?â Eddie offers, voice nothing short of a murmur.
You nod. Of course you nod. Youâd go to the end of the world if heâd ask.
Before you know it, Eddieâs hand is on the small of your back, leading you through The Hideout crowd and out the front door. You donât say goodbye to your friends, you can apologise tomorrow for leaving without a word. Instead, you inhale the fresh air, a wobble in your step as you turn to once again look at your ex-boyfriend.
âWhere do you wanna go?â
Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in as close as he possibly can. He tilts his head to meet your gaze and smiles. A genuine smile.
âThereâs this diner not far from here,â he answers simply and your heart swells. Then once again, tenfold, as he places a kiss to your crown before whispering in your ear, âBack to where it all started, pretty girl.â.
as always, thank you for reading! pls don't hesitate to reblog & tell me what you think - ily!
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âY/n...â
A/n: bro I started crying so badly, sorry for this.
Pairing; Al-haitham x Fem!Reader.
Plot; everyone thinks the traveler is always strong, boy are they wrong.
Warningâ ïž; pure sadness, fluff at the end!
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Alhaitham was sitting at his desk as his eyes followed her, does she even know what she does to him? Al-haitham hasnât known her for a long time but theyâve worked on a mission together because she is the traveler after all. Something about her seemed⊠right.
Haitham has never felt this way before, the way his cheeks slightly burn as she smiles at him or when he doesnât get annoyed or upset with her when she asks him something.
Is this what everyone is always talking about? Is this what love is? He started to question himself. Everything about her just seemed, good, perfect even.
âHey there.â She spoke as she walked into his office, âIs everything okay? You seem somewhere else with your mind.â She asked genuinely, her footsteps echoed a bit through the room as she took a seat in front of him.
She placed her soft looking hands onto her lap and continued to look at the man. He quickly snapped out of his gaze and looked up at her, her beautiful eyes already staring in his. âYes, Iâm fine.â He mumbled before gazing back at his work in front of him.
She seemed to struggle it off and just let him work for a bit, she grabbed one of the books that were on his desk and flipped through it.
Alhaitham looked up at the book, âThe fall of Khaenri'ahâ Alhaitham knew she wasnât from this world, She told him briefly about her brother when she was with him on the mission but didnât tell much. Paimon on the other hand? She unloaded info Al-haitham couldnât be more interested in her story then he already was.
âYouâre studying it because of my brother, no?â Her voice rang through his ears. He suddenly felt a pinch of embarrassment, âYou donât have to lie, I know Paimon told you most of the story.â She said closing the book, she avoided his eyes as she felt tears building up in her eyes.
Her chest felt like it was getting tight, âDo you ever feel so lonely, but have a lot of people around you?â She asked fighting back the tears, she knew that if she looked in his eyes she would break down.
Alhaitham was stunned, he has only seen her at her best, never sad, never discouraged. But this? This he has never seen before. Not from her. Everyone thinks âThe almighty travelerâ can resist any obstacle.
Al-haitham felt as if it were better to not answer that question, because in fact, he doesnât care about anyone opinion.
Except for hers, sheâs all he thinks about. After Paimon told him about her brother being the abyss prince he couldnât help but wanting to learn more about their story.
âWho am I even kidding, Iâm so fucking sick and tired of everyone using me for their own fucking problems, I do fucking everything for them! What do they do? They fuck me over. You know what they did to help me find my brother? put small flyers around the city thinking thatâs going to help. Well, reality check, im this close to just giving up,â at this point she was balling her eyes out, she gestured with her fingers how close she was to just leaving it all behind and it shot worry through alhaitham.
Haitham quickly shoved his chair back and walked over to her, quickly dropping to his knees as he takes her hands into his.
His hands were enveloping hers making her feel warm inside but she didnât notice it. The sorrow she was feeling was overpowering everything that went well.
âIâve met the archons.â She sobbed, âthey all promised me that they would help me, they all screwed me over, Haitham.â She whimpered. âNahidaâs the only one who would help me.â He didnât know what to say. He felt his chest tighten really badly as he stared at the clearly done girl.
âY/nâŠâ he whispered, she started crying really badly as he just wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into his chest, he decided that saying nothing was probably better and softly ran his hand over his back sending goosebumps over her body.
She continued to sob for a while longer but alhaitham didnât care, nothing was more important than she was. Work? Whatâs that? Time? Never heard of that one before. Y/n? The one.
After a while she seemed to have calmed down in his arms, the sobs had stopped and his whole shirt was wet but he didnât care. The girl in his arms were more important. He carefully gazed down at the girl and saw she was asleep, he couldnât help but smile a little as he carefully stood up.
He picked her up bride style and walked over to the couch, he gently laid her down and put a soft blanket over her. After a few seconds of observing her features he gently placed a hand on to her cheek and glazed over it.
She snuggled into his hand, alhaitham couldnât help but move closer to the girl and gently pressed his lips to her forehead for a gently peck.
âI donât care whatâs to come, Iâll always be by your side, Y/n. Never will you feel alone again. Iâll always protect you. I love you.â He whispered but he knew she couldnât hear him.
Or could she?
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Hey, I like your writing. Would it be alright if we get Ganyu and Hu Tao with a pre-S/o who obviously has a crush on them but is to shy to confess their feeling. So it's up to them to take initiative. Thank you.
Them with a reader thatâs too shy to confess their obvious crush to them
characters: Hu Tao / Ganyu / Keqing x gn!reader (separate)
warnings: none, just fluff
a/n: I decided to add Keqing because I feel like I haven't written for her in a long time, and frankly, because I could.
If there's something I got wrong about your request, feel free to say and I'll try again once i find the motivation/time to.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Hu Tao
While, at this point, most people would think that Hu Tao had no idea how to read a room, the funeral director was confident in saying that their theory couldnât be more false, as she simply chose to ignore it whenever she could. So when you started acting increasingly shy and nervous around her, she was quick to pick up on your behavior. And once she noticed how you were acting, her discovering why was already on the horizon.
Of course Hu Tao used this gained knowledge to sort things out for the two of you. Or at least she will⊠eventually. After she got her fun first.
The longer you stared at the lines of the poem Hu Tao had handed you, the more of a weird feeling you got in your stomach. It was unusual enough for her to write anything that wasnât at least 50% meant as a joke, so when you saw that it was about love you wished for nothing more than to either sink into the ground or wake up from this awkward scenario.Â
What didnât help was the fact that she continued to stare at you with a grin the whole time, not seeming to blink once whenever you stole a quick glance towards her.
âUhmâ, you tried to find the right words to start, only for Hu Tao to cut you off.
âIs there a problem?â, she asked, almost sounding genuine, if it werenât for her grin growing bigger.
âDonât take this the wrong way, but why didnât you choose anyone else to proofread this?â, you nervously asked, seeing her playfully tilt her head from the corner of your eye.
âWho else should I hand it to? Xingqiu? Nothing against him, but he really isnât made for criticizing romantic poetryâ, she was quick to respond, letting out a small yawn as the first sunrails made their way towards you, causing you to realize how long it was since she had dragged you out here.
âAnd I am better at talking about these kinds of texts for what reason?â, you asked with all the sarcasm you could muster, both of you knowing damn well how bad you were with any material about romance.
âYour reactions are funnyâ, she stated almost matter of factly while raising her pointer finger and pointing at a specific verse in the poem, looking at you expectedly. âReread this once more and tell me if thereâs something to changeâ, she demanded, causing your eyes to scan those words once again, only for the realization that the person described shared a lot of features with you⊠Almost too many for this whole thing to be a coincidence.
Before you had a chance to say anything however, Hu Tao snatched the paper out of your hands, giving you a smile before playfully patting your shoulder.
âOh no, it seems like a new morning has dawned, which means that a new day of work lies ahead of us, so sorry that I have to cut this short all of a suddenâ, she feigned sadness, only to give you one of her usual mischievous smiles. âBut hey, if you need to tell me anything, you know where to find me.â
Ganyu
When you first began acting awkwardly around Ganyu, going so far as to avoid looking her in the eyes, the more anxious side of her began worrying she may have unintentionally done something that caused your behavior, only for you to blush whenever she mentioned it before trying to assure her that everything was fine.
It was only after one specific, purple haired coworker of hers started to notice the way you two acted around each other and decided that enough was enough, that Ganyu was confronted with the possibility of you having caught feelings. And while the intention of revealing your somewhat obvious crush was to make the half Adeptus stop worrying too much, it turned out to have the exact opposite effect as Ganyu also began to turn into a nervous wreck whenever she was around you.
Taking the initiative in situations like these never was something Ganyu was all too fond of, her own anxiety not exactly helping in making things easier. Nevertheless here she was, waiting for you to meet her as she requested, doubts about this whole thing quickly starting to invade her mind, only for her to try and shake them off once she saw your form in the distance.
âGood morning Ganyu!â, you greeted her, a smile on your face as you made your way over to her, completely oblivious to how much of an anxious wreck she was at the moment.
Or at least you were until she presented you with a rose, barely managing to look you in the eyes as the color of her face started to turn into the same shade of red as the flower.
âI-Iâve heard of a nearly opened shop that sells beautiful flowers, so I wanted to⊠buy you oneâ, she mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, the sudden change in atmosphere causing you to start blushing as well, slowly taking the rose out of her hand, making sure not to sting yourself on any of its thorns.
âT-Thanks, I would have brought something with me too if I knew you bought me something. Please excuse me for a minute, Iâll get you somethingâ, you offered, trying your best to get out before your nervousness took over completely, only to stop when you heard Ganyu speak up again.
âWait!â, she almost yelled, immediately stopping herself once she realized how loud she was, lowering her voice drastically.Â
âThereâs something I wanted to tell you.â
Keqing
No matter what way she looked at it, Keqing couldnât help but feel slightly infuriated. You were her secretary, the first one to hold out for such a long time at that, so why were you spending less and less time around her, preferring to pretend to be busy running errands around the office?
This wasnât jealousy that was speaking of course, it wasnât like she started to enjoy having you around her at work so much that she couldnât help but feel lonely whenever you werenât, but if you had a problem with her, you should simply tell her that face to face instead of trying to run away.
And so, the Yuheng decided to ambush you somewhere private, fully intending to resolve whatever issues you had in a direct way.
âO-oh Keqing. Is there something you need?â, you asked, nearly jumping as Keqing appeared from behind the corner, cutting off your way suddenly enough that you nearly ran into her..
âYes. I need youâ, she stated, her tone sounding slightly frustrated, only for her eyes to slightly widen once she realized that her words could be taken another way, quickly adding a few more. â-to do your job as my secretary.â
While Keqing may have been full of resolve when she set out to confront you, the longer she had to wait for you, the more she began to actually fear what could happen. What if you really had a problem with her? Would you resign? Did you not enjoy working together as much as she did? At this point it was fair to say that she was feeling somewhat nervous, increasingly hoping that this all turned out to be some kind of misunderstanding.
âI canât help but feel like you're avoiding me. Even now I had to basically ambush you to get you to even speak to meâ, she explained while crossing her arms, checking your face for any reactions before taking a deep breath and continuing, âIf you have a problem with me, just say itâ, Keqing tried her best to continue her confident facade, only for it to slowly giving way with each and every word, her nervousness making its way onto her face.
âI donât have a problem with youâ, you quickly blurted out, only to almost instantly be cut off by the Yuheng.
âThen what is it?â
Her question almost instantly managed to shut you up, causing you to look around nervously as you tried your best to find the right words to continue with. Eventually letting out a long sigh as you closed your eyes in defeat.
âCould we go somewhere more private? I⊠have some things I need you to know.â
#hu tao x reader#hu tao x you#hu tao x y/n#hu tao#hu tao imagines#ganyu x reader#ganyu x you#ganyu x y/n#ganyu#ganyu imagines#keqing x reader#keqing x you#keqing x y/n#keqing#keqing imagines
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DAREEEEE!! DARE MY DARLING MY LOVE MY DEAR hello đ„°
Re: your reblog about underwater albums
The photo rang a very distant bell in my mind and I could have sworn I've seen it before, lo and behold, when I went to check my Instagram highlights, I saw that it was on there!!!
Said highlights contain songs that I've discovered/rediscovered throughout the year, and the ones that really stick out, I put on there. This song was the first one I put for the year 2024.
And since you love them, that means they are worth checking out and so I shall do that, starting with this album! But I would love to hear if you have any specific songs you would throw my way as an introduction to this band âșïž okaythatsitiloveyou mwah!!
WAAAAHHHH!!! đ„șđ„čđ„°
DARLING!!!!!
(I am putting this under a cut because I 100% started rambling and it got very long winded. I'm not sorry.)
So first off, being told that music is worth listening to simply because I like it is genuinely the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me and I'm smooching your face
SECOND!!! I've been listening to PR since before they were PR (heard them on the Disney channel as Kropp Circle when I was like- 7? Ish) and are the only artists I've been able to see more than once! I would say they're definitely top 3 favorite bands.
So this band is actually made up of a group of brothers who go by their first and middle names professionally, Sebastian Danzig on guitar, Remington Leith on vocals, and Emerson Barrett on drums.(Well Seb and Rem go by their middle names. Em legally changed his to omit their last name and add in a new middle name following his knighthood in 2022.)They've had a few different bassists and rhythm guitarists for touring, but they make up the main band. They all have input on composition and all 3 of them take part in song writing as well.
Anyway SONG RECS!!! I'm gonna give you one or 2 of my favorites from each album, as well as noting which songs are the classic "need-to-knows"
(note: there are some songs here that I say hit home for me personally, doesn't necessarily mean I relate to the subject matter, just that the songs are so emotionally driven that it's hard not to empathize with it)
So starting you off with their second album "Boom Boom Room Side B" (the underwater album in question), you clearly already know it, Dying in A Hot Tub is one I recommend because it hits right in the feels, especially with the knowledge that they wrote it about/for one of their best friends. It is what I would consider a staple of PR.
I like recommending this one because it's the first song they ever released under the name of Palaye Royale back in 2012. At the time they were 20, 18, and 16, so it's interesting to listen to how much their style has changed and how much they've grown as musicians over the past 12 years
Now this one is from their first EP "The Ends Beginning." It was their first major release and it's just beautiful. This is probably my favorite song off it
From their first studio album "Boom Boom Room Side A", this one is a classic PR song. A few years back Sumerian Records put out a movie called American Satan, which followed a fictional band called The Relentless who essentially make a deal with the devil in exchange for fame. Now while the main character/vocalist of The Relentless was played by Andy Beirsack, all the singing was actually done by Remington, and this song was added to the movie as an ode to that.
Also BBR A, this one also hits directly in the feels. I don't think I would have survived had I been able to travel to the city back when they played this live acoustic for vip meets (which were held on their bus/in their trailer back then! Unfortunately they've apparently developed an allergy to STL since)
So from album 3, titled "The Bastards", I actually loved this song far before it came out, as the boys love putting unreleased tracks in live setlists. I think I legit screamed when I heard the opening notes to this the first time I went to a show a full year before the album dropped
Keeping with the theme of pointing out which songs on each album hit hard, track 14 still makes me cry every time I hear it
Album 4, "Fever Dream" actually has quite a few that I could mention, but I'll limit this to 2. Both of these hit home for me personally, definitely on the sadder end of the spectrum here, I promise there are more upbeat ones on this album, but these are the 2 that stand out to me the most
Now their 2nd ep (technically their 4th ep, but the 2nd and 3rd are made up of singles later released as part of Bastards and Fever Dream, so I'm not counting those) Is titled "Sextape", and is 2 original songs and 3 covers. I will be listing 1 of each.
First the cover. This is originally by Depeche Mode, but the way Rem sings it is so beautiful and I love it to bits
The original song here is both extremely sad and angry, based off a previous relationship. It also has an extra layer to me, as I hadn't sworn off social media yet and saw this play out in real time, so hearing exactly what was happening to him in such a raw form is certainly something and it hurts to hear
I could probably keep going but we have hit the song link limit. But these are my favorites from each album. They do have music released this year as well but Vessel needs to loosen his grip on my brainstem before I'm able to listen to anything else lol
Not technically related to their music unless you wanna go into a bit of a dive into lore, but Emerson is also a very talented artist and does have a shop where he sells it! I've bought a few of his pieces and they're absolutely gorgeous!
#we are not gonna talk about how long i spent trying to put together this list#ANYWAY listen to Palaye Royale if you dont already#they are so so good#and im v proud of them#it hit me a while back that im the age Emerson was when they really blew up and that fucked me up a bit ngl#palaye royale#my darling Tonee#dare answers
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Hey! Iâve been meaning to reach out and say hi for a while! Finally, I got a re-blog from you, tysm!! Iâve seen quite a few of your JCW posts (and also your stuff on various fandoms on AO3) and I know youâre quite the JCW fan â me too! Actually, I wanted to message to let you know that I think what youâre doing with the Andy/Revolver fanfic youâre writing is amazing. I read the first chapter a few days ago and am interested to see what you do with the story. The way you are dealing with some very sensitive topics is so well written, and I love the thought you have put into Andyâs character to give him this dark backstory. Iâm looking forward to reading the rest when itâs completed, I never do well with chapter by chapter!! Also, well done for being the first to post for the Revolver fandom, I remember a short time back having to do that for the Pachinko fandom and I was nervous as hell. You are a very talented writer for sure, so I know the Revolver one will be a good read. Hopefully youâll be inspired with Gangnam B-Side too once we see more. Anyway, sorry for waffling on, but if you ever wanna enthuse about JCW feel free to message â€ïžÂ ~ take careÂ
Hi!! I've also seen your name popping up on AO3 too whenever I go to publish something JCW-related, like oh there's that one other person who loves him as much as I dođlol I watched Worst of Evil last October and just fell completely in love him/ haven't been able to get back out of the obsession spiral since then thanks to pretty much every work he's done being worth watching. I don't expect the fixation to end any time soon haha
I'm genuinely so happy to receive feedback on my Revolver fic! Before I started posting, I made peace with the fact that it wasn't going to get much engagement since I had to create the fandom tag myself, but of course I do want some people to read and enjoy it. I was also fairly nervous about approaching those sensitive topics, so it's a relief to know that the way I'm presenting it doesn't feel offensive or tactless. It's always my intention to show the dark sides of human nature and relationships in a compelling but empathetic way. I couldn't stop thinking about the crumbs they gave us about Andy and Grace's relationship after I finished watching the movie, especially that final scene on the mountain when he begs her not to leave him and Madam Jung's comment to Suyeong that there's "rumors that he's her lover." She doesn't even allow people to know he's really her mom, which in and of itself could be pretty damaging to someone's development, but it seemed to me that the toxicity between them goes further than just this secret. They were clearly manipulating each other in that moment when she starts to walk away and then he cries and begs her not to leave. I thought that it seemed as if they had been through this type of push-and-pull before, a vicious cycle from which there is no escaping, and I really wanted to examine what had led up to that point.
It also really struck me that even though Andy is a privileged, wealthy person, he is drinking alone when Suyeong first meets him. Nobody rushes to his rescue when she's beating him and nobody really cares that he got hurt afterward (not even Grace, she's just mildly annoyed!) While it's true that his behavior invites getting his ass kicked, I think that anyone acting with such conscious disregard of their own life and everyone else's might have serious trauma that has never been addressed. Anyway, I totally understand waiting to read the fic until it's complete and I hope you enjoy the rest once it's done. I'll be updating weekly, so it shouldn't be too much longer.
Also, absolutely yes about Gangnam B-Side. I watched the first 2 episodes on Wednesday evening and my brain is already tickling with many thoughts about Gilho. As always, JCW is delivering a performance full of depth and nuance đ€ I'll wait until the show has finished airing and I have all the character details to start writing but atm I can almost guarantee there will be some fics coming from me!
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so aside from 2x02, 2x05 is so far my favorite ep from season 2, simply for the fact that we get to see Hua Cheng fight. in previous posts, I've already analysed scenes from the novel in regards to Hua Cheng fighting while blind on one side and the logistics of his disability in general, so now I want to try it with the donghua as well. caveat and disclaimer that while I am disabled myself, I am not so in regards to my vision, so everything I know comes from research I've done rather than personal experience. if anyone reads my analysis and feels like it's wrong or offensive, please do let me know and I will correct it.
I mentioned in previous posts (like this one) that there are several instances where Hua Cheng seems to deliberatley turn his blind side towards people and that the reasons for this vary depending on context. in 2x05, Hua Cheng starts off facing Xie Lian and the others directly after he stood up from where he'd been pushed to the floor by Xie Lian:
while he's talking to them about "Ming Yi" though, he starts walking off to the side while having his blind side facing them completely. here, it comes off as a power move - a way to convey "I don't feel the need to keep you in my line of sight at all since I don't consider you serious threats worthy of my attention", without having to say any of that out loud at all:
while the action is the same, the reasoning behind it as well as the way it comes across seems very different to when he has his blind side facing Xie Lian while he's with him in Paradise Manor's main hall in the previous eps:
Xie Lian sat down first, and then Hua Cheng chose to sit with his blind side facing him. like I've argued in previous posts, Hua Cheng seems to do this when he wants to hide his expression and thereby his emotions from others. in this case, I assume it's for the same reason he withdrew from Xie Lian's touch in the ox cart - he's afraid of getting too excited and making Xie Lian uncomfortable with it. of course, he does turn his head and look at Xie Lian several times during their conversation here, but the point is that this positioning gives him the option of hiding when he feels it necessary - like when he offered the dice for Xie Lian to keep and got adorably shy about it. because while on the one hand this was a strategic move to make the whole rescue "Ming Yi" thing work, it was also a genuine gift he was offering to his god:
back to 2x05 now with a brief word from our sponsors, Hua Cheng's beautiful fingers carressing that sword hilt:
ahem. moving right along
Hua Cheng has drawn E'ming now and this is where I get less coherent because ooohh oh wow look at this. first of I love how casually threatening this comes off. most importantly though please look at the way he's holding E'ming and how it's mirroring and accentuating the angle he's standing at, the positioning of his arms, and the direction his gaze is pointed at. beautiful and deadly, no notes
then Xie Lian starts talking to him again about how he understands now that the fault lies with them but to please make an exception and show mercy, to which Hua Cheng replies in this regretful but resolute tone that there are some things one shouldn't get overly involved in. he's stopped pointing E'ming at them and switched it from his right to his left hand. but his stance has been made clear, underlined by the fact that he's now switched to facing them with his seeing side - he won't just let them leave. since Xie Lian is there, he seems wary about being the one to attack first though. this is speculation, but I assume He Xuan understands why Hua Cheng would rather be on the defensive than the offensive in this situation, hence why he twitches his hand here to remind Shi Qingxuan of his presence and his injured state and spur him into action:
now we've arrived at the parts that really got my heart racing. I'm sorry I'm just like Xie Lian in that regard - I love Hua Cheng and Iove swords and sword fighting. or in this case, fan fighting:
the way he effortlessly snatches that fan out of the air is so smooth and badass. also the way he's holding E'ming behind his back and the scimitar again mirroring the line of his body... *dreamy sigh*
his fighting here gives a nice glimpse into that "arrogant, rebellious confidence" that Xie Lian is going to feel so weak-kneed over in the future. it's also proof of Hua Cheng's skill - he had to make this look real and convincing while also making sure his attacks were of a nature that the others could defend against without too much trouble. while I assume that in the name of authenticity, it would have been okay if Shi Qingxuan and "Ming Yi" got hurt, the same does not go for Xie Lian - hence how broken up and angry at himself Hua Cheng is when that does happen in the end. I could also see him choosing that fan in particular because he knows Lang Qianqiu is on the way and knows his sword can neutralize that fan - and if he's facing off against Lang Qianqiu, that means Xie Lian will be out of the line of fire.
I've hit image limit on this post, so we'll continue in part 2!
#tgcf#tgcf donghua#hua cheng#this post took me like 5 hours to make T_T#just as i was done writing it and hit save draft my tablet lost internet connection#which has never happened before and only seems to happen if i try to safe a draft on my tablet#i rewrote all of it on my phone with 0 issues#begrudgingly i have to admit that this second version is much better worded and more concise and to the point
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iâm leaving tumblr, and hereâs why (with receipts):
so iâve recently been informed that iâve been accused of being anti-black by @ava-du-mortain. this person is blocked but they have watched my blog for years, made multiple posts about me, but also started going into the direct messages of people who interact with me calling me racist.
firstly: i am not anti-black. iâm not racist. or at least i try my best not to be, and correct behaviors that are. please read this post in full before making assumptions about me.
(and for the record: i am not, and never have been, @songofsoma, but pap seems to be accrediting some of her posts to me (as seen above). she is her own autonomous person who has made apologies and will make her own response to this on her own blog.)
i have never ever engaged in arguing with pap out of hope they would leave me alone (block and move on is my motto) but this has continued, so i feel the need to now since the harassment has gotten so extreme and ended so many relationships. already pap has also gone to the lengths to message two separate artists that i have commissioned and paid money to. this has caused these artists to either cancel their commissions, block, or unfollow me (though both refunded me and were very kind in their parting). i covered their users to protect them from harassment.
in addition, a ton of mutuals have unfollowed me and deleted my art from their blog. i hope itâs a knee jerk reaction to such a terrible accusation. and i hope theyâll read my side of the story below.
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now for the accusations which have apparently warranted this level of stalking and harassment in response from pap:
first accusation: i spoke over poc voices.
my response: in october of 2022, pap was involved in harassing a small blog run by a POC for saying that nate was manipulative. this person romanced nate. it wasnât a hate post.
for days, people in papâs circle continued posting about them, and they were dogpiled by this friend group even after they apologized. as the dogpiling continued, i stepped in as a white person with a larger platform than them. i asked for their permission to step in and defend them. they agreed and thanked me.
this was the post i made:
i wasnât trying to speak over anyone. i was using my platform to speak up in defense of a POC who was being bashed for talking about a POC character. however, i shouldnât have done this. because whatever my intentions, ultimately i am a white person and itâs not my discourse to comment on. i was speaking out of turn. iâve talked to POC friends since and theyâve told me this as well, and i listened to both them and pap, and i havenât done anything like that again. so iâm genuinely very sorry, it was in poor taste, and i hope the fact that sort of behavior hasnât repeated reflects the sincerity of that.
second accusation: in chapter 9 my fic, wants and wishes, they say i falsely accused felix of assaulting a white woman and then had him violently assaulted.
my response: this is, frankly, the most baffling accusation to me.
in chapter 9 of wants and wishes, frankie has a hickey on her neck from adam. when this is pointed out, adam deflects and says it could have been one of the other three members of unit bravo. the three boys begin to argue about who, other than adam, is most likely to have given her a hickey. at one point during the argument mason grabs felix by the shirt.
so a hickey that adam gave frankie and then tries to blame on the other members of unit bravo has been described as felix, a black man, being accused of choking frankie, a white woman. and mason grabbing felix by the shirt has been described as a violent assault. i really donât know what to say about this, other than, to my knowledge, no one who has ever read wants and wishes has interpreted this chapter as that. including people of color.
i encourage you to read this chapter for yourself and then decide if itâs a black man being accused of assaulting a white woman and being violently assaulted rather than taking papâs word. they linked the chapter but i donât know how many people actually read it as opposed to just believing it.
also, what baffles me further: worse things happen to f in the games than having their shirt grabbed by mason? like, the fights with the trappers? getting injured in book 2? and murphy, who pap writes fanfiction about, actually violently attacks f and throws them into a wall so hard they canât get back up in book one. but to my knowledge, pap has never called mishka out for writing a black man being violently assaulted, just me for having mason grab his shirt.
third accusation: i called a black person aggressive
my response: four years ago in the fall of 2019, i made an online friend. we were on and off talking for months, in the same servers, and shared some oc stuff together.
sometimes friendships donât work. it happens with teenagers. i told them that me and some people found the jokes they made about other peopleâs OCs mean in nature.
iâm sensitive, i have autism, i take things literally by accident sometimes. iâve grown up a lot since then, but when i was 18/19, if someone called my character stupid i wouldnât realize it was a joke, and i would get hurt. when i communicated this, my friend disagreed that their jokes were mean. we stopped talking. later, i was accused of playing into the aggressive black stereotype by pap.
i was trying to communicate a boundary that i felt had been crossed in our friendship. i do not remember calling them aggressive, i havenât seen any screenshots of me calling them aggressive, but this was years ago in 2021. i do know i called them mean for sure. possibly rude too.
iâm 22 now, iâve been in therapy and learned about social scripts for autism, and if i were to be presented with this situation again i think i would handle explaining my feelings and setting my boundaries better. using words like mean arenât a good way to set a boundary, they just make people defensive. but ultimately i canât go back in time to when i was 19, so all i can do is grow from it and not do it again. and i havenât.
and i doubt this past friend wants to talk to me, but iâm going to unblock them on discord if they want to me to make a personal apology to them for that. iâm not going to apologize to pap, the grown person who was not involved in this conflict between teenagers.
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when people of color began pointing out stretches in papâs evidence against me, they deleted the comments and made this post, telling the non-black POC who disagreed with them and defended me to straight up die.
so take that as you will.
iâve made mistakes but iâve never told any person who disagrees with me to die, even as a joke. thatâs genuinely so fucked to do to another human when you donât know whatâs going on behind the screen.
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conclusion: i really donât understand why pap feels the need to go to such extremes over what happened in 2021 between me and someone who isnât even them, or why they lied about the choking in that wants and wishes chapter. however i acknowledge my wrongdoing in involving myself in the race discourse surrounded nate, and again i apologize. truly, sincerely, deeply.
pap obviously doesnât want me to grow from this situation or acknowledge that i might have since i was 19. but iâm going to try to anyway. fortunately i have POC friends both online and in real life who will call me out when i make mistakes like that nate post, and allow me to make amends and improve. and ultimately itâs their opinions that matter to meânot papâs, or strangers online who have never met me.
you can believe iâm anti-black and unfollow me if you want. i understand. do whatever you need to feel safe in this space. thatâs why iâve been trying to do by avoiding this pap. i hope now that iâve responded like theyâve wanted me to for years it will stop, but i doubt it. iâm sure they will tear this post apart in a response and call it insincere. thereâs not really a point since i wonât be seeing it.
i donât know if iâm ever returning. i love making wayhaven art but itâs just not worth it to stay in this environment.
final add on, tw for csa:
believe it or not i am a real person. so if you read this and still think iâm racist please just unfollow and block me. you donât need to tell me, pap already has.
this whole thing with pap on tumblr has started to affect me in my real life. in february i started being treated by a therapist for five years of childhood sexual abuse from my father and i was using wayhaven as an unhealthy distraction from it. thatâs why i wasnât responding to the hate in my inboxes or the posts pap made. iâm in a fragile state and people around me were advising me not to because of that. but each time i ignored them their behavior would escalate, and now their messaging everyone i know that iâm racist and to not interact with me. itâs been really triggering in a lot of ways because i was shunned from my family when i tried to speak up and wasnât believed. so iâm going to do what pap wonât and stop seeking out whatâs having such a profoundly negative impact on me.
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Heyyyy, I stumbled upon your blog just a few hours ago and I'm already hooked, but I am wondering about something.
So, if your Link is transmasc... uhhhh how did his top surgery go down? I don't think "ye olde medieval fantasy land" Hyrule has anyone (alive by the setting's present day) with the tools or skill to do it the modern way, and I also don't imagine magic methods would leave scars.
Sorry if I'm overthinking this, I'm just genuinely curious if there's an answer.
honestly, there's any number of answers to this. i tend to go with whatever's funniest to me (i've seen lots of "shake r stick to remove tits" jokes in the tags of that rauru drawing, which make me laugh) but i take it you're looking for a serious answer here, so i'll take off my jester cap for a moment.
i see this question a lot: "how would he have top surgery in an old time-y setting? they didn't have surgeries like that back then", and i feel like this kind of disregards the fact that this is a fantasy setting. sure, surgeries like that didn't exist in our ye olden times, but we also didn't have giant murder robots stomping around on tentacle arms, or fairies that can make a crop top deflect a sword, or so on. maybe he got purah or robbie to do it with sheikah tech! maybe, due to the fact that there are huge monsters stomping around everywhere attacking people, hyrulian medical technology is far more advanced than we realize, and they have even cosmetic surgeries (done somewhat differently, obviously, but still). maybe he got a great fairy to do it with magic, and just asked them to leave scars because it looked cool and/or he wanted to be openly transmasc. maybe, as some comics have joked, he just did it himself with the master sword, because he's built like that.
okay, i'm getting into joke territory again, but i'm sure you see my point. zelda, and most fantasy, plays by its own rules-- why do we have to return to the 'standard' rules of realism to place trans people in it? why not have fun and get creative with it, you know?
TL;DR: i don't really have a set headcanon 'this is how link got top surgery' in mind when i draw him, but there's basically infinite ways it could have happened by nature of fictional fantasy.
#sorry to kinda soapbox at you but youre not the first person to ask this and i figured id just hit the whole spread#hopefully this makes any sense my brain has been a little fried from my sleep schedule LOL#sparks speaks#stryker324#and obviously more realistic depictions of transgenderism and bodily autonomy can have their place in fantasy! i am by no means saying that#that should never happen. but in colorful fairy magic zelda world i think getting creative w it#fits the setting yknow?#ask#hope this answered your question! and also hopfully this doesnt come across as condescending i promise#i do not mean it that way i am aware you are being genuine and curious. hopefully#long post#?
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I just recently saw your stuff for Drift and Ravage and I'm really curious - IDK if you've already already talked about/answered this but how did they become amica endura?
first off i want to apologize for the fact that this took me SO long to answer because. wow. this has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute. but i finally decided to sit down and answer it now that they're on my mind again!! ALSO! if you or anyone else reading this has any more questions like this then feel free to send them in an ask!! i love talking about this stuff đ«¶
in my personal fanon, ravage and drift became amicas before the war even began. they met when they were both living on the streets of the dead end prior to ravage meeting soundwave and gasket's death. it's genuinely been so long since i got this ask that i've forgotten much of the finer details of them becoming amicas, but the short of it is that they initally sparkbonded as more of a practicality at first. being bonded meant that they were at least always in some form of constant contact with one another even while seperated, and when they were really struggling for fuel, they could share spark energy to help give each other an added boost. ravage also does the same with laserbeak and buzzsaw, and later soundwave as well!
BUT. they become officially amicas later on- namely right after the senate falls. at that point they'd been living with each other off and on, had done countless patrols and missions together, watched each other's backs during fights, ect. they got really close! deadlock is the one who ends up suggesting that they make their bond official and go through the proper acts of an amica ceremony. ravage didn't really care for the formality of it, lol, but he agreed because he knew it meant a lot to deadlock. and it ended up meaning a lot to him too!
their entire relationship goes from one of begrudging practicality to one of genuine care and trust, and their amica bond reflects that. their bond ends up being pretty weak by the end of the war, though :/ to the point where it is almost severed by the time they see each other again in the dotl. ravage ends up offering to renew their bond "after they win against the djd" but. um. well, we all know how that ended.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! and again, i am so sorry this took so long to answer đđ
#ask: collapsingintojupiter#transformers#maccadam#maccadams#idw transformers#transformers idw#idw tf#tf idw#idw1#tf idw1#mtmte#more than meets the eye#drift#tf drift#idw drift#drift | deadlock#deadlock#idw deadlock#tf deadlock#ravage#tf ravage#idw ravage#transformers ravage#they are so... so important to me. i wish i had the brainpower to write the fic i want to write for them#THE besties ever
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