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ADMIRING FROM AFAR

pairing : choso kamo x f!reader summary : suddenly the quiet, alternative looking guy catches your eye in class and you're unable to shake the idea of him. from afar, you start to create a fantasy of what he might be like — and eventually your imagination has made up a character you slowly find yourself falling for cw : university au, non-curse/modern au, fluff, pining, pierced and tattooed!choso, smoking, one mention of a party, yuki cameo, terrible ending bc i suck at writing endings, no use of y/n word count : 3.6k

Hallway crush!Choso who didn’t stick out to you until you were halfway through the semester, on a random Tuesday.

The only reason he caught your attention in the first place was because he actually raised his hand to answer the professor’s question, something he had never done before, or since.

His husky, yet surprisingly soft voice, broke the deafening silence that came after the question was asked. Nearly in a trance, your head shot up to get a look of the mysterious guy.

Never had you been more thankful for the mandatory core courses you were forced to sign up for — you would never have encountered him otherwise.

Sitting two rows in front of you and five seats to the left, you weren’t able to get a clear view of the guy. However, what you did see, did not disappoint. Tufts of black hair was tied up in two buns, and silver jewlery decorated his ear. He was wearing all black, shy lines of ink peaking up the neck of his shirt and past his sleeves.

From that moment, you were hooked on the idea of this stranger.

Hallway crush!Choso who you spotted nearly daily now that you were aware of his existence.

You had an assignment due in one week, so you decided to go to the library to actually get some work done for once.

Three hours into your study session, you had to exhale deeply as your motivation was running low. So you let your eyes roam the peaceful scenery of fellow students, some more dutiful than others — when you suddenly spot the mystery guy from class, sitting with three other people.

He looked so casual, leaned back in his chair, arms loosely crossed across his chest as a chuckle played on his lips as a response to something the person sitting next to him said.

Now that you had the opportunity to get a proper look at him, you noticed how extremely good looking he was — the type of breathtakingly handsome that hid in plain sight by how he never tried to stick out whatsoever.

For the next hour, you would subtly shoot glances in his direction. In all honesty, you felt somewhat embarrassed by how you found yourself a little infatuated by a guy you didn’t even know the name of.

All of a sudden he raised from his chair, having you straighten your posture. He pulled his leather jacket over his shoulders, his bag across his chest and put his headset on — with a smile and a nod, he begged his friends goodbye and left.

Hallway crush!Choso who, despite having his small group of friends, tended to stick mostly to himself.

Yeah, he sat with his little crew for a few hours, but he always left before the rest of them. Not to mention you often spotted him walking from one class to another in his lonesome.

On the days the library was absolutely packed, and it was impossible for you and your friends to find any available seats, you would sit down at one of the sofa groups in one of the university’s many long hallways. None of you complained either, as there wasn’t the same pressure to remain quiet.

It just so happened that the man who had captured your interest, walked right past your designated spot at least three times every week.

His headset was on like always, walking with easy determination. He simply seemed to mind his own business as he smoothly made his way through the hallway without bumping into anyone.

Your attraction to the dark and handsome stranger wasn’t as subtle as you first had thought, when it didn’t take your friends more than a day to notice your admiring gazes hanging onto him for the few seconds it took for him to walk by.

“Who’s that?” Your friend asked with a playful lilt to her voice, leaning forward and placing her chin in the palm of her hand.

“Hm? Just someone in my social science class,” you answered nonchalantly with a shrug just as he was out of sight.

“Just someone in your social science class,” she repeated mockingly. “And what’s his name?”

Hot embarrassment raised up your neck, “I don’t know,” your voice weak as their teasing chuckles filled the space.

“So you’re just ogling a stranger, essentially?”

“Shut up, he’s hot,” you fired back as you fell back in your chair, desperately trying to ignore their laughter.

Hallway crush!Choso who only continued to remain a mystery as the weeks went on.

It quickly evolved into somewhat of an inside joke — a game almost, all of you pitching in with silly little ideas of what he might be like.

“He looks like a cat person,” your friend whispered as he walked by.

“Oh, no doubt,” you agreed, eyes glued on his back. “Probably grew up with a family cat that always sleeps at the foot of his bed.”

“You think he greets the cat before his family?” She giggled.

You laughed along as you slowly shook your head no. “Don’t think so. He greets his mom first,” you turned your attention to your notebook, your pen drawing mindless doodles across the pages. “He’s a mama’s boy. But not in a weird way, you know? But in a green flag way.”

They would all laugh along to the daily chatter that filled the group before turning back to their own work, forgetting all about him until he would walk by again.

You, however, couldn’t shake him from your mind quite as easily.

The more they fuelled your fantasy with their fun and innocent ideas of who he might be, you fell deeper into the spiral of your crush.

When left alone with your own mind, your imagination went beyond the small quirks your group came up with — you started to imagine meet-cutes.

What if you “randomly” bumped into him at the little coffee shop just off campus?

What if you were paired up for a group assignment?

What if you ended up next to each other in the kitchen at some random frat party, and the conversation would just flow so naturally?

However, you kept those made up scenarios to yourself, because it was too shameful to admit to your friends that you were slowly falling for the person you had made him out to be — still without a name to put to the face.

Hallway crush!Choso who broke your heart just a little, though totally unaware of the fact.

“I didn’t know your man had a girlfriend.” You shot your friend a confused expression before following her gaze.

That was a first. You had never seen him walking down the hallway accompanied by someone. Let alone a tall, blonde and absolutely gorgeous girl, pure confidence running through every fibre of her body.

After that, you saw just the two of them more often than you liked. And you knew it was absolutely ridiculous to even be bothered by the pair, but you couldn’t control how the lump in your stomach formed at the sight of how well they seemed to fit together.

Her look wasn’t quite as edgy as his, but they definitely had the same vibe. Not to mention they seemed to be close, evident by how she always leaned in and grabbed onto his upper arm when he made her laugh, or how just the two of them would leave their study session in the library to share a cigarette.

You hoped seeing them together would eventually kill the proximity crush your brain had stupidly nourished — it turned out to be the opposite.

Watching him interact with her only granted your imagination new material to build on. Whenever she spoke, he had all his attention directed at her — genuinely listening to every word she said. You watched how he was gentle with her, careful not to be too harsh in his movements whenever he made contact with her.

He just seemed like such a good guy, who made your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him.

Hallway crush!Choso who one day actually did crash into you in the line in the cafeteria.

At first you thought you were dreaming, because the scene played out exactly how you had imagined it so many times in your head.

It was lunchtime, meaning the cafeteria was obviously packed. You were blissfully unaware of his presence behind you, having stayed up a little too late the night before to try to get some understanding of the material you had been assigned.

It wasn’t until a random bystander bullied their way through the crowd in the opposite direction, causing him to stumble forward into you and he quickly uttered a polite apology, that you realised exactly who it was.

Strong hands had grabbed onto your arms to help steady you. When you turned to face him, you wished you were able to utter your own apology — however, the words never made their way past your tongue, too startled at the sudden close interaction.

“People really don’t look where they’re going, huh?” he said, a shy curve to his lips as he let go of you.

“That’s people for you,” you tried to joke once you found your words again.

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour as you watched his eyebrows narrow. “Hey, don’t we have social science together?”

He recognised you.

You cleared your throat and nodded weakly, trying to serve him a sweet smile but you could feel the waver in it.

“I’m Choso, by the way,” he smiled casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Once again you tried to smile, but your lips only managed to pull into a thin line as you introduced yourself.

You expected that to be the end of the conversation, that he would pull out his phone in an effort to smoothly round it off without it being too awkward for either of you — but to your surprise, you saw him contemplate his options before opening his mouth again.

“How’s the assignment going?”

“Well,” you started, hoping he didn’t notice the little crack in your voice. “The words are, at the very least, being put on paper, if that tells you anything.”

He chuckled.

You made him chuckle. It was low and coarse, but a chuckle nonetheless. “Sounds familiar.”

He continued to keep the chatter light as you moved along with the queue, completely oblivious of the effect he had on you.

It wasn’t much, but just based on the little interaction, he seemed even more lovely than you had imagined, which only did more damage to your already smitten heart. Because being effortlessly attentive when listening and engaging in the conversation though he didn’t need to, only brought a piece of reality into your fantasy.

Your palms were turning clammy as your heart was pounding against your chest so loud you were sure he heard it. He was, after all, standing closer than one normally would a stranger due to the thick crowd of hungry students surrounding you.

“Well,” he sighed once you’d both paid and stepped into the hallway. “I need to get going. But it was nice to finally meet you for real.”

Finally.

Nice to finally meet you.

“Yeah, you too,” your lips twitching in a smile, heat travelling to wash over your face. You had always thought him to be so incredibly handsome, but you had underestimated how charming his smile was up close.

“I’ll see you around.” The curve of his lips continued to linger as he backed away before he eventually turned his back towards you and removed his headphones from around his neck to put them on.

Hallway crush!Choso who slowly started to gain the title of acquaintance after the reenactment of one of your made up scenarios.

It started very casual — he would greet you with a quiet “good morning” as he walked past you in the auditorium before taking his usual seat two rows in front of you.

“Morning,” you smiled in return while he held your gaze for a little while.

Waking up the days you knew you had class with Choso became a little easier when you knew what friendly routine was waiting for you.

After three weeks of the innocent interaction, he decided to disrupt the comfortable pattern you had fallen into. This Tuesday morning, he didn’t continue walking down the stairs after wishing you a good morning.

No, he stopped dead in his tracks, pointing at the empty seat beside you. “Is this seat taken?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and shook your head. “No. No, all yours,” you stuttered as you moved your bag for him to sit down.

He uttered a weak “thanks,” and made himself comfortable, pulling out his leather bound notebook and pen.

Hallway crush!Choso who turned out to be a lot funnier than you had first imagined.

Too caught up in the potential romantic gestures that entertained the depths of your mind, you found yourself so giddy whenever he whispered a silly joke during class for your ears only.

Hallway crush!Choso who accompanied you for the few minutes it took for you to walk to your friends after class finished.

“I’m headed in that direction anyways, so I’ll just tag along.” You’d be a fool to decline his offer, cutely biting your bottom lip and clutching your laptop closer to your chest, feeling like a love struck teenager.

When coming around the corner, you avoided looking in the direction of your friends at all costs. You knew you wouldn’t be able to suppress the embarrassment that would flush your face if you witnessed their shocked expressions as a reaction to walking alongside the guy you had fawned over for months.

It wasn’t until he was out of sight that you spun around — sure enough, they all sported exactly the facial expression you had expected, staring wide eyed with their jaws slacked.

“Okay? Something you forgot to tell us, babe?” One of your friends gushed once you had taken your seat. You shrugged innocently, trying not to let all your excitement spill over at once.

“Hope you at least know the name of your stranger now,” the one sitting opposite you teased.

You nodded slowly, “Choso,” you answered simply, enjoying the interrogating looks they were giving you.

“And? Give us the details!” All three of them had pushed their school work aside — this was ten times more important after all.

So you began to explain of the happy accident that had taken place a few weeks ago, and it had eventually ended with the two of you always sitting next to each other during lectures — none of them failed to match your energy.

“Wait, but I thought he had a girlfriend?”

And as easy as that, your girly and romantic fantasy shattered into a million pieces. Guilt was written all over your friend’s face as one could literally see the realisation dawning on you.

Having lived in the pure bliss of your new friendship, you had completely forgotten about the goddess he was so often seen with.

You started to reflect over the fact that you couldn’t remember seeing her in a while, and felt sick that you might have been too wrapped up in Choso that you just hadn’t noticed her recently.

Thus your excitement was short-lived, not ever wanting to be that girl.

Hallway crush!Choso who noticed how your mood was drastically different than normal the next time he met you.

He had looked forward to seeing that sweet smile tug at your lips when he wished you good morning, but instead he was met with a cold “hi”. You didn’t even turn to look at him.

Had he done something to upset you? The last time he saw you, nothing seemed to be off. You were your chipper self, greeting him with a curve to your lips so wide, your eyes would crinkle.

Class started, and you had yet not said another word to him. He shot you a glance, seeing your fingers hurriedly travel across the keyboard of your laptop, and every once in a while letting your eyes flicker up to look at the professor.

Maybe it was just a bad day. Maybe you had an exam in a different course that was causing you unnecessary stress.

Or maybe, god forbid, you’d come to the conclusion that Choso wasn’t someone you wanted to waste your attention on after all.

Hallway crush!Choso who decided to walk you out of the auditorium, despite your cold front trying to push him away.

It was awkward — incredibly awkward, a feeling that really hadn’t been present in the newly blossomed friendship. Still with no words exchanged, you packed your stuff and pulled out your phone.

Once outside of the auditorium, Choso wanted to try and start a conversation to try and disclose whether he’d done something or not. He only managed to catch your eyes when calling your name before a bolting figure came crashing into his side.

“There you are! You’re an impossible man to catch these days,” the girl exclaimed.

Choso saw the discomfort that subtly traveled down your face, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to another.

“I’ll see you around, Choso,” you said shyly, about to turn around and walk away before the blonde captured your attention.

“Wait, is this the girl you’ve been talking about?” You quickly spun back around, eyebrows pinched together in confusion as the blonde girl had peaked your interest.

Switching your attention to Choso for a second, you noticed how dusty pink had coloured his pale cheeks, his eyes wider than you’d ever seen them.

“It might be,” he said before clearing his throat and rolling his shoulders, hoping you didn’t notice the stress that was residing in his body.

“Finally,” she groaned, her hand shooting forward to initiate a handshake. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while. I’m Yuki.”

You still weren’t able to completely put the pieces together yet, blinking at her as you accepted her hand and introduced yourself.

“Oh, I know,” she mused, flashing you a cheeky grin. “This one right here,” patting a flat hand against his chest, “doesn’t really stop talking about you.”

A shy smile spread across your lips as you quickly shifted your gaze to him. “You’ve been talking about me?” You spoke softly.

“Well-” he stuttered, the pink quickly deepening into red.

A teasing scoff shot past her teeth. “Isn’t he cute when he gets shy,” she said as Choso’s shoulders grew stiff under her embrace. “You have that effect on him.”

When the opportunity to properly observe the dynamic between the pair in front of you, as well as digest the things Yuki was actually telling you, the pieces finally fell into place — they were just friends.

You had worried and spiralled for no reason, having spent the days since you had last seen him to prepare you to distance yourself from him.

But one look at his embarrassed face and tense body as a result of being teased about you, had all the butterflies come swarming back within seconds.

Choso kept most of his attention on Yuki as she went on to ask him what she’d initially come to talk to him about, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting his eyes dart over to you every once in a while.

“My god, you’re my saviour,” Yuki gushed at her friend, tugging playfully at his arm, before turning back toward you. “He’s truly a catch,” she said with a wink as she slowly started to back away. It had you grow a little restless, knowing you would soon find yourself standing alone with him. “Be good to him. And it was great to finally meet you!”

And she was off.

Slowly Choso turned his entire body towards you, his face having done the impossible and gotten even more red.

“What an interesting interaction,” you breathed.

A nervous chuckle slipped out of him in an attempt to remove the immense pressure that was looming over him. “She’s really something.”

“What was that part about me making you shy?” Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I mean-“ he cleared his throat. “I guess you’re seeing it in action right now.”

“Hm,” you said simply, causing him to narrow his eyebrows in response — both in confusion and slight worry.

“Hm what?” Swallowing the lump in his throat.

“It’s cute.”

Then he couldn’t stop smiling.

Boyfriend!Choso who managed to live up to every bit of your love dazed fantasy.

At times, you were scared you had let your fantasy go to far — that in your desperate hope for something more, you had created a character that no living person would ever be able to live up to.

Yet here Choso was, in the flesh, embodying every scenario you had made up when you had been tossing and turning on sleepless nights, and then some.

Small or big, he never disappointed.

He held the door open for you, he remembered your coffee order, he showered you with compliments and admiration.

It didn’t take long for him to learn how you yearned for grand gestures — so Choso made it a mission to fulfill those dreams.

Not only did he succeed, but he excelled well beyond your expectations.

He made sure to take you on dates frequently, but also spontaneously so you wouldn’t see them coming. He managed to make every occasion feel planned and intentional.

Boyfriend!Choso who was absolutely baffled once you told him about how you had admired him so intensely before you ever talked to each other.

The confession caught him completely by surprise, because he couldn’t in his wildest dreams have imagined you even noticed him before the little episode in the cafeteria.

Boyfriend!Choso who despite succeeding in making you his girlfriend, got just as shy about you now as he did then.

tags : @sad-darksoul

an : i hope it's a universal experience to create proximity crush that drives you crazy... dividers by @/strangergraphics comments and reblogs is much appreciated

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helloeverybodyhere · 1 day ago

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A Song For You

Summary: Harry discovers y/n’s talent

Warning: None

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It was a breezy night in Paris, and Harry Styles had the whole of Love On Tour buzzing with energy. His latest concert was a complete success, and now, after a thrilling performance, he was ready to wind down. The band—Mitch, Sarah, Elin, Pauli, Nyoh, and a few others from the crew which included his manager Jeff and his wife —had decided to visit a bar in the heart of the city, hoping to experience a quiet night with their friends, including Y/N, Harry’s girlfriend who had just flown in for a few days.

Y/N wasn't in the limelight like Harry, but she was special to him in ways that words couldn’t capture. Their relationship, though private, was full of shared moments and quiet adventures, and tonight felt like just another one of those moments. She wasn’t a fan of the constant media attention Harry got, and he respected that. She was just Y/N to him—his muse, his confidante, his love.

The bar was a cozy, dimly lit spot, filled with people enjoying their drinks and the soft hum of conversation. Y/N sat in a corner booth with a few of her closest friends, while Harry was seated with his band. The night had been filled with laughter, teasing, and warm chatter, but Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something more would happen before the night ended.

It was during one of the casual conversations that one of Y/N's friends, Clara, leaned over with a mischievous grin. "I’ve been thinking," she said to Y/N, her voice full of excitement. "You know what would be fun? Let’s ask the DJ to play one of your songs."

Y/N's face turned a soft shade of pink as she looked at Clara in surprise. "No, no, I can't," she stammered. "It’s just something I did for fun… it’s not meant to be played for an audience."

Clara, however, was already standing up, her eyes gleaming with determination. "You’re too modest. Your songs are amazing, Y/N. If anyone here hears them, they’ll see what I’ve been telling them for months—you're brilliant!"

Before Y/N could protest any further, Clara had already made her way to the DJ booth, and within a few minutes, the faint sounds of her upbeat, catchy tune started drifting through the speakers. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.

Harry, who had been talking to Mitch, turned to look at Y/N. His eyes widened as he recognized the familiar melody. A smile spread across his face, and he leaned over to Elin. "Is that… Y/N’s voice?" he asked, his tone laced with both surprise and admiration.

Elin grinned, nodding her head. "Yeah, she’s got some serious talent, mate. I had no idea she could sing like that."

Y/N, who was now blushing furiously, sank down into her seat, her hands resting awkwardly in her lap. She hadn’t told anyone, not even Harry, about her secret passion for music. The songs she’d written and recorded were something personal—something she had never thought anyone would ever hear. Yet, here they were, playing in a crowded Parisian bar, and she could feel every pair of eyes in the room starting to turn toward her.

Harry’s heart swelled with pride as he stood up, walking over to Y/N’s side. "I had no idea," he said softly, sitting down next to her. His voice was full of warmth and admiration. "Why didn’t you tell me? You’re incredible, Y/N."

Y/N shook her head, still embarrassed. "It’s not like that," she muttered. "I didn’t think it was anything special."

Harry laughed, taking her hand in his. "Special? You’re being modest again. This is brilliant. Everyone’s going to love it."

As the song played on, the atmosphere in the bar began to shift. People were tapping their feet to the rhythm, and more and more eyes were drawn toward Y/N, whose face was still flushed with a mix of shyness and exhilaration. The song had a contagious energy—an upbeat melody paired with lyrics that radiated confidence and a carefree spirit.

Clara returned to their table, a smug grin on her face. "See? Everyone loves it!"

Harry squeezed Y/N’s hand and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You know, if you ever want to share more of your music with the world, I’ve got a few connections who would love to help you get it out there."

Y/N turned to him, her expression softening as she met his eyes. "I don’t know about that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just do this as a hobby. I don’t intend to transform it into something professional ."

The night carried on, the energy of the bar buzzing around them as Y/N’s song continued to play. Harry, never one to shy away from showing his affection, stood up, holding his hand out to her. "Come dance with me," he said, his smile wide. "Let’s make this moment our own."

Y/N hesitated for just a second before taking his hand. As they walked to the center of the floor, the crowd parted to give them space. Harry pulled her close, and they swayed to the beat of her song—his arms around her, her head resting on his shoulder. It felt perfect—like everything had led to this moment.

As the music faded and a new track began to play, Harry looked down at her, his eyes filled with admiration. "I’m so proud of you, you know that?" he said softly.

Y/N smiled, her cheeks still flushed with the thrill of the night. "I’m just glad you’re here with me," she whispered back.

And in that moment, in the heart of Paris, with the stars above and the energy of the city buzzing around them, they both knew that this night—this secret song—would be one they’d remember for a long, long time.

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 1 day ago

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Aussie remedy - Manager! Daniel Ricciardo x reader

cw: descriptions of having a cold/being sick and going to work (don't do this, folks), tasty power imbalance, oral (m receiving), temp play (ice), slight degradation and mean!daniel, coercion if you squint, horny trumps professionalism, spoiler tag that rhymes with ****** ******

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Daniel pocketed his uniform pants for his lighter and came up empty-handed. He let out a groan when he couldn't find the precious object. That meant he had to go back to the crew changing room and find it in his jacket. This whole exercise ate a minute from his precious 5. Maybe smoking cigarettes was a disgusting habit he should quit. But managing so many hotheaded people every day was getting a little bit too much for the 35 year old. And even though lately, he's been using some unorthodox methods of stress relief, good old nicotine was still a need.

He didn't expect to be stalled again, but he heard the others through the open back door. They were talking about you. Hearing them speak your name did something to him. Because it had practically become his, with the amount of times he'd whisper it, moan it, grunt it. But to see it followed by "isn't she so incompetent today" and "she looks fucking spaced out". Apparently someone even overheard you saying that you were feeling sick after the holidays. Daniel wonders why you would even show up. He has to hide in the trash room to avoid the gossiping smokers. Having to speed through his cigarette, his fingers still reek of nicotine as he holds his clipboard. He looks at it. At you. You've been at your shift for a couple of hours already, while he's only been around you for 15 minutes. You seemed fine. But as he looks at you from across the shitty fast food restaurant, he notices that you are slower. You're forgetting sauces or mispacking orders, forcing customers to have to circle the drive-through. The response time is in the dumps and you're fucking coughing. He can see you sneeze trying to blame it on dust. He is fucking livid. It all tips over when he sees you slink off to the drink station and drop a tablet into a sprite filled crew cup.

What the fuck were you doing? Were you serious going to take meds with a fucking soda on the job? That was it. He moves past you and asks you to come and check something about your mandatory lunch break times. You agree immediately, nodding. But that's not enough for Daniel.

"Can I get a verbal confirmation?" He says, testing you, teasing you, using his bedroom voice.

"Yes." You say finally, but your voice is rough and scratchy. He can hear you're sick. He gets even more pissed. Especially when you take your FDA disapproved drink and follow him. He locks the door behind you, and you're already scrambling to undress on the couch that's cramped in the corner.

"That's not why I called you in, Jesus. Are you ill? No, let me be clearer. Are you showing up sick to work, creating a health hazard for not only your colleagues but also the customers?" Daniel says, full manager mode. He half-listens to your spiel about how you already had time off for both Christmas Eve and the day after. Not that he didn't know, you two spent the holidays in "couples" mode, going on cute little winter dates, sharing hot cocoa and the like. But for the actual end of the night, he left you to "party" with your friends like it was traditional for you. What you failed to mention is that you cramped too many girls into your single small room. And as the host, with only one bed, you took the floor. Danny had an opening shift on the 25th, so presents and the rest were left for New Years. Which you only managed to get off thanks to a shift swap. Daniel remembered signing off on that, happily allocating you to a time slot close to his. That's why it's weird for him to tell you.

"Go home."

"No." You reply.

"I'm sorry, no?" He wonders. Since when did you wear the white button-down in the relationship?

"I work closing. Judging by the fact that Carlos came in before you, I'm guessing you do too. I wanna help you out. It's just a stuffy nose." You say, reaching out for your apron pocket. You mock press the nasal spray lightly.

"Put it on, then. Let's see it fix you." He says, eyes dark.

You roll your eyes slightly. You've never seen Danny pissed off at you. Yeah, he'd been a little mean when you'd mess up a few ice creams in a row or stall a customer. But that was just a front to dispel any "special treatment" rumors. Still, you take a funky position on the couch, tipping your head off it. Gotta tilt the spray in properly. You sniff and cough a little, opting to breathe from your mouth. Daniel just watches you, and feels complicated. He's sorry for you, and that you're suffering. He's pissed that you put yourself in that situation in the first place. His doll, too fucking nice to tell other people that they can take the floor since the gathering is in your fucking house. Livid that you hid this from him and that you're still not understanding that it's a big deal. Oh, he could teach you. Watching you like this reminds him of an article he thumbed through once in men's health or something. An upside down blowjob was supposed to feel very intense. That was one way to ensure you're breathing through your nose.

"You ever seen the old Spiderman movies, darling?" He asks as he bends down to kiss you. It takes getting used to. It's a bit clumsy, but you're on him, hot and needy. He remembers the last time he had a partner before you and how they were like a cat in heat when they were sick. Danny keeps kissing you, and smirks at your needy, yet nasal whine. Your breathing sounds a bit clearer, albeit the occasional interruption by a cough.

"Wanna try an Aussie cure? A big thick lozenge to remind you to listen." He suggests, palming his election. Daniel knows that even a little kissing has gotten you horny. He knows that his white uniform shirts and presses pants do it for you. The name tag too. Once you jokingly pinned it to your underwear, claiming that you'd wear it like that. You were lucky you did this on a day off, because he let you cum only at the phrase "My pussy belongs to my manager, Daniel Ricciardo." moaned out louder each time. So he's not surprised when you beg for his cock, asking him to "warm your throat.". He slides unbuttons his pants and slides them to his knees, along with his boxers. He doesn't let you start off with kitten licks, or kisses to his tip. No, he buries himself to the hilt, til your bottom lip is in his happy trail and your nose is right against his scrotum. Fuck it, men's health was right. You attempt to take him, to move, to suck, to hollow your cheeks, something. But no avail. Danny controls the pace, his thick hips thrusting in and out. Until you gag. He slides out and it's messy. Your saliva drips out, landing straight on your forehead and rolling down.

"Look who can't breathe through their nose properly. Say sorry to the customers and we can try again." You echo the sentence and he's gentler this time. More careful, but faster, and when his fingers trace your neck, you gag again. This time it's worse, more coughing and almost sputtering. He has you apologize to the crew and for the third time slides his throat past your lips. This time it's the last bit of minty nasal spray hitting you. You gag again. After a "I'm sorry, manager Daniel, sir.", it's fine. You can breathe properly and finally get the hang of it. You hollow your cheeks and fucking moan at the relief of breathing properly again. You try to angle your tongue so it can brush against your boyfriend's tip and it works. After a few more thrusts, Danny's coming down your throat, instructing you to swallow it all. You do. You use the back of your apron to wipe any drool or snot from your face. You're ready to return to the floor when he stops you.

"Now, where are you going, darling. You look absolutely flushed. No way you're going out this red. Let's cool you down." He says. In about 20 seconds he's out the door and back again. You look at his hand and see it holding ice in a plastic blue glove. The machine for it was right across, you reason. Daniel makes you strip naked, not wanting to make your uniform "messy". He rubs the ice cube against your nipples, listening to you plead and moan that it's cold.

"I bet it is, but you have to learn, doll. This is your punishment for not staying home. Bad girls have to deal with this if they wanna stay until closing. Which you do, don't you?". He asks. With almost a sob, yes, you let the freezing object burn against your hot skin. Danny slides it from one breast to another, tongue replacing it . His beard against your sensitive nipples makes you trash around and swear. Your manager's hand slides down your soaked underwear, and he slides it to the side. The icecube leaves your chest and is pressed against your entrance.

"Will you let me do this, doll? Let me make you feel nice and cool inside? Let boss Danny become doctor Danny, yeah. Let me show my sick girl what's good for her?" He asks, letting you back out. You both know that one word (chili sauce, for those curious), and you're done. But you don't say that. You want this, albeit in your slightly delusional state. You want to cum at work, to leave your mark on the leather couch, to have Daniel take you there using the same stern voice as he does when you need to refill the shake machine. When you say the titular, "Yes, please." , he holds you open and slides the ice cube in. The best things about these frozen things from the machine? They don't melt, like the ones in ordinary households. The cold is shocking, and Danny shushes you as you squirm around. His two fingers on your clit certainly make it better. He wastes no time, seeing how wet you are.

"All soaked for me, aren't you. Waiting on me to ruin you. Bet you wanted to get on my nerves tonight to make everything harder on your old man, Daniel. I know why you wanted to be on closing shift, so I could take you home and fuck you. Give you some vitamin D for your cold." He teases, rubbing, listening to the wet, squelching noise. Almost like ocean waves on his favorite beach in Australia. He starts to daydream of taking you there and the other way of taking you there when there's a pounding at the door.

"Daniel, there's a customer asking for allergy information and we need a manager." Your colleague says through the door.

"Just ask Liam, he's next in line for the promotion anyway. I don't care that he's just a crew trainer." Danny says, looking at you. You're close, he knows your tells. Your eyes closing, your legs that he has to keep spread, your bottom lip between your teeth.

"He went on lunch and refuses to clock back in." They reply.

"Shit, okay, just give me a sec to save this document.". In record time Daniel redresses you, sans bra and panties though. He makes sure your apron is around your neck and not your waist and helps you stand up. You can feel the icecube inside of you are about to plead for him to not do this. But there's no use. You deserve this. You played stupid games and now it's time to collect your stupid prizes. You just hope you can sneak out and take a five minute break when Danny lets you. You didn't wanna end up even more sick, after all.

#f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 x you #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo drabble #daniel ricciardo imagine #manager! daniel

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I agree with like... 65% of this? Lore implications, yeah, they really needed David Gaider for that shit, and it's a shame he left. I feel like he was the glue holding the story together. It's like he took their only lore bible with him. There are so many lore contradictions between Veilguard and the rest of the series. And the fact that you can't customize the world state based on previous games makes it feel especially disconnected from the series it's supposedly part of. That anon on here who only played DAV and had no idea what the Circles are really brings that point home.

Veilguard does reference Tevinter's slavery, though not nearly as much as it should. When deciding who should be the next Archon, Dorian says he wants to abolish it (though where was the character arc showing his mind changing on the topic? bro was a shitlib about it in DAI). The Shadow Dragons are all about resisting slavery, and that's a background you can choose. A Shadow Dragon Rook had a recent past mission where they went out of their way to liberate some slaves.

I don't agree about DAV's characters, though. They were interesting. I felt the companionship between the Veilguard's crew, and their infighting when it happened too. They definitely all cared about Rook. The framing device for all their loyalty missions being "boom, it's act 2, time for loyalty missions!" did feel weird though--but no more clunky than DAI's sudden act 2 transition being literally announced by Cassandra and a bell. Could have used more subtlety in both cases. But I think it's weirder in DAV because suddenly the plot halts because we have to do everyone's loyalty missions? What about the impending apocalypse? At least with the clunky act 2 transition in DAI, the plot was moving.

I don't know if it needed more time in the oven since the game took a decade to make. They just made some bad writing/structural choices. A soft reset full of retcons was just not a good idea for such a long-established story. Really threw away a lot of the old writers' hard work.

veilguard, i hated it.

So i finally finished veilguard, and guys, what. a. shitshow.

So apart from the fact that it feels like a half-finished game (which it probably is), I mostly hated it on two accounts: 1) the overall lore implications (we knew this from this reddit q&a, but I'm still angry, and I won't stop talking about it) BOTH in regards to previous games and this one and 2) how this was not at all a roleplaying game. (sorry, english is not my first language and I'm tired and enraged)

Let's look a little closer, shall we.

One: The Lore Implications. This pisses me off in two ways:

First, the amateurish attempt at a "clean slate". This is just so insulting. If they wanted to make a game without any of that icky baggage, then the should have chosen a new ip for this. I get that it's complicated after three games with a lot of moving parts, I get that the decision to move away from southern thedas was an attempt to curtail a lot of this, but COME ON. Walls of nonsensical (seriously, they read ai created) text from the inquisitor, that mainly tell you that everything you fought for, all the people, all the places, is gone? And not for effect, not for the story, entirely offscreen and nonsensical, just so the writers don't have to care for this anymore? This does NOT get me invested into the story. No mention of who your Divine is; no mention of who sits on the orleasian throne - and it should matter, shouldn't it, whether or not your EXILED the grey wardens, whether or not you have an elf with a SPY NETWORK close to the orleasian throne, whether or not you DISBANDED the inquisition. All of that does influence what happens on the world state, or at least it should. (And if you want to ignore it, why not do in a way that's less obvious, less bad, why not have your protagonist be someone with no ties to the inquisition, who genuinely does not know whats going on in the south? Why have a world state when you don't want anything to do with it?)

Second, and that's even worse: you cannot take a fully established world, and then alter it to your weird specifications. THE FUCK you mean, there are no slaves in Minrathous, the goddamn slave capital of the world?? Why THE HELL is there a whole questline where we try to find disappeared people, snatched from the street for the ritual, when it should be perfectly possible to buy a few batches of slaves and have them express delivered to your ritual site. (So we can show up and fuck up your slave operation.) But no - I get shamed when I don't save Minrathous?? Well, fuck you, Fenris sends his regards, I hope you all burn.

To this ties the overall simplificaton of the world: Nobody is really bad, just the few super bad guys, but they are so evil as to have no real motiviation, they are basically Thanos or otherwise racist cartoons (totally believable that the Qunari, or a sect thereof, would be on board with mad sorcery). They rest, they are good guys! The pirates are very mindful of cultural heriatages! The crows are just your friendly neighborhood assassins (I remember the stories Zevran told slightly differently), and, as assassins, they naturally wear uniforms, so you see them coming (as do the "secret" "underground" "rebels" from Tevinter). I'm not saying that everyone should be evil, but the fact that whole organisations are presented to us as benefical is so insulting, ESPECIALLY when it was always a point of pride for the Dragon Age franchise that it was morally complicated. There is slavery and poverty and darkspawn. NOPE, you can stand knee deep in blight, not a problem anymore. (if only Carver had known) There is racism against elfs. (well, as the elfs seem to be respnsible for EVERY problem thedas faces, from the veil to the darkspawn, maybe that was precient? - also, always nice to have everything tied in such a neat bow, everything tied to one ONE causality, that makes things really believable and realistic) The Templars are fascists, sure, but abominations are a problem that does not get solved easily. NOPE, not anymore! When before, even a spirit of JUSTICE got corrupted in this world (therby making the valiant and sublte point that abstract concepts rarely hold up well when coming in contact with messy reality), now you can be possessed by a demon of SPITE and HE DOES NOT DO ONE SPITEFUL THING AT ALL. Nice, if only the mages knew that, you just have to accecpt feelings or whatever and then everything's well. SO NEAT!

This brings me to point number two: Why do we play this game? The complex and previously established word is gone; what's left are cartoons thereof. And then, there's not even a hint of role-playing left. Why can't I be mean to Harding?? I loved her in Inquisition, now her overly-girly manner grates on my nerves and I want to be mean to her. I can't, i have to be everyone's friend. In the end, I cannot decide anything, except the slight configuration of the final companion armour (why would I care, I don't know these people, I could not ask them a single question), and some slight cosmetic change regarding Solas - there is not even talk about tearing down the Veil. We've come full circle back to Mass Effect 3 and the groundbreaking decision we get to make is what colour the magic space beam is gonna have. Except, Mass Effect 3 was still a much better game, because you knew your crew - in this game, I have acutally no idea why Rook should lead anybody, why anybody would follow them, and why the literal fate of the world should be in the hands of this bunch of (after 100 hours of gameplay) near strangers. There ARE narrative work-arounds for this kind of shit; the writers just didn't care enough.

There are a hundred more small things I could say about this, about the story (Solas' prison was made of regret and he wanted to put Elgarnan there?? Who feels very good about everything he does?? Is he stupid? And then everyone is so impressed about Rook getting out to quickly, but seriously, what the fuck did Rook have to feel regretful about? They did not get to make a single decision. They did not order anyone to sacrifice themselves; they did not use people, or cities, as pawns in a war or whatever, BECAUSE THIS GAME HAS THE EMOTIONAL DEPTH OF A SMALLISH PUDDLE) and the in-game approach to the player (how often do i have to be told that i need to take care of my companions business?? This got so repetitive and made them seem like imcompetent children. Why wasn't there a better way to make me care, or better yet, trust the player to want to play this game), but I stop now. Fuck Bioware and EA.

#veilguard critical #bioware critical #dragon age

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How confident are you about BuckTommy getting back together? How do you think it might happen?

I don't know that I've put a number on it. And on one hand, it's because I live in this weird limbo where I'm positive they're getting back together because that's just how you tell a story. but I'm also one of those people who struggles to trust the writers not to fumble shit. So... I mean it's definitely more than 50/50. if I had to choose a number, I guess somewhere around 85/90%. because realistically, that number has only strengthened with my resolve over time (aka the hiatus).

now, I don't have a crystal clear idea on when they get back together. in fact, I spent roughly an hour on a video chat last night throwing out all the various scenarios that I think play into how it happens. hear me out:

so I think I was the first (and possibly only) person who commented on the fact that 806 being when they broke up signaled the end of the opening arc of the season. we're now in the midseason, telling that part of the story, and then obviously 807-812 will be the mid-season, and so forth with 813-818 being the final third. You can even arguably flex the middle part back into 811 if TM really wants the finale to be a multi-episode arc, as has been suggested. that all said, I think there are a few things that 805-808 set up for the rest of the middle of this season.

we got a lot of suggestion toward something happening. I'm really kinda sold on a helicopter crash actually happening midseason, mostly because I feel like holding it off for the finale would piss off the people who would be like "Tommy's not a MC". I also think that (unfortunately) not everyone views Tommy in the same blorbo shape we do, so as much as we would enjoy a three episode arc with a helicopter crash, coma, etc.,....it's just not going to shake out that way. Not even if all of this has been done (the break up I mean) as a push for the network to pony up more money to add him to the main cast (that's my own theory, there's absolutely no proof of it).

I know I've listed all of these in previous asks, but just in case this is the first one you're seeing, let's go through the list:

805: "having a crew like this around you when things go wrong" "especially when things go wrong" // "our people are what make our lives worth living

806: "no matter how badly I want it to be, I'm not your last" "they can be the same thing" // (Buck's entire understanding by the end of the Glee scene that yes, he is in fact in love with Tommy, even if he didn't say it)

807: ALL the baking. We have to reference back to 705 when Buck told Eddie "I kinda can't stop thinking about him", which then translatd in 807 to "whenever I think about calling Tommy, I channel it into something positive" (i.e., the baking), and we also know he's constantly baking. Even in 808, he has the entire basket that he shows up to Eddie's house with, which very much suggests, he's trying to move on, but is still very much in love with Tommy. ALSO, the "what if he's hurt and needs my help" 808: I honestly feel like the only real scenes that we got in this entire episode that moved the plot forward at all were the scene (sort-of) with Eddie and Brad (which honestly should've been Bobby/Eddie, but whatever), and the scene with Buck and Eddie. There's also this fascinating conversation that could be had about Buck with the whole "I'm still jonesing for it"/wanting to keep baking. There's so much out of 807 and 808 that really point to Oliver's commentary with the post-806 interview where he talked about Buck swinging like a pendulum, trying to figure out if he should reach out or just let go. But here's the thing: there's no closure on this. Given that we follow the story through Buck's eyes, the show is telling us that Buck has not been able to shut the door on this relationship, which really serves us (the audience) then, with the need for this to be hashed out, for Buck to say his piece, and then let pieces lie where they may.

Now, the naysayers will argue that this could just be a final conversation of goodbye, and they're welcome to feel that way. Except.

"No matter how bad I want it to be" // "We don't have to get engaged or married" -- Even as a general audience member, I think people can understand that these are serious statements. They're both saying that they want a future together, but Tommy's fear (and Buck's steamrolling) have (temporarily) put a stop to that. I think there's also a point in some of the statements that came out of that same post-806 interview, where TM said Tommy was setting Buck "free" to explore his sexuality and learn more about himself.

now, there are a million and a half interpretations to this. some people think that Buck absolutely needs to seek out and understand more about himself (and by extension, Tommy). some (like me) don't feel that this is a show that's ever going to publicly acknowledge Buck having a scene where he says the words "I'm bisexual" out loud. I've also seen a take recently that was half meta/half fic kinda looking at the idea of Buck's questioning in 806 being because he didn't fully understand the engagement of the outside world to their relationship. the only problem with that rhetoric is that we have 705 and 706. we have the coffee date, where he holds Tommy's hand and publicly asks him on date, and then we have him kissing the other man in public. if he's done it once, he's done it a million times after six months, so I don't think you're facing a situation where he's uncomfortable with who he is, especially when he openly outed himself to every person he loves with said boyfriend. (granted, there are complaints about the whole "I noticed you didn't" conversation, at which I feel the need to remind people that, in the grand scheme it may not seem like that conversation makes much sense, but Buck is the vehicle through which the show was using to get to the story about Abby; also there's a difference between asking someone about their sexuality versus asking them if they've ever been with x gender. I also cannot stress the importance in that particular scene of, Buck is and always has been bisexual. Even if he's only recently come to understand that's what it is, he has ONLY EVER KNOWN having the concept of being sexually attracted to both genders, even if he didn't think that dating men was an option before Tommy. [and also, there's such a full-on essay I could write about this issue alone, given his upbringing]. I think in relation to that, you have to be understanding to his "I noticed you didn't", because he probably can't conceptualize a version of people who are only straight or gay, because he's always looked at both the same way.)

THAT ALL SAID:

obviously I've commentated on the fact that we're going to get some kind of injury/accident/etc. Another quote that stays in my mind with the interviews post-806 was the final line in one where Oliver made the statement that "it's 911, there's always trauma coming". (I'm butchering that, but it's the general point). granted, we can take that as we choose/view it through the lens of Maddie's kidnapping... except, someone asked @nqueso-emergency recently about the episodes that had been directed by the directors of 809/10, and looking at that list as I was literally watching several of those episodes really led me to the idea that there's the possibility that we're been fed a swerve with what we know about the coming episodes. we've been told Maddie will be kidnapped, and even shown those scenes. I've personally questioned/theorized whether that will somehow feed into the b/t of it all, and Buck's situationship he's going fall into. obviously because we don't actually have answers, there's a million different ways that could pan out.

when I tell you I have a million and a half theories... I have a million and a half theories.

Like... what if Buck also gets kidnapped and it has to do with the situationship? Or what if it doesn't, but he still gets kidnapped? Or what if Tommy is kidnapped along with Maddie, and it is or isn't related to the situationship, but generally has something to do with Buck and Maddie? I just keep coming back to this thing of the eventual rescue that has to come out of the kidnapping, and the different ways that can play out. One of the things I was thinking most about lately was how I feel like you could see the episode end similarly to 610, where things feel like they've settled and they're going to be okay (Maddie's been found; Tommy and Chimney going after the Buckleys to bring them home, helicopter crash being the final scene of the episode), which would then tee up an entire episode where you can play out the drama of the break up, whatever confessions came through the kidnapping, etc. because that's my other thing: I genuinely feel like whatever disaster is going to befall Tommy that leads to him realizing that these people are also his people, is going to be with Evan. TM has done this before (most notably with Judd, from my own memory of LS). crashing the helicopter with the two of them together and forcing them to survive while having unresolved issues really forces them to lay things out to one another. now. will that necessarily be how the show does it?

who knows.

I've also flirted with the idea of Chimney and Tommy going after Buck and Maddie (because at the end of the day, this is a rehashing of Doug kidnapping Maddie, so we know Buck will go after her), and there not being a helicopter crash, but Tommy getting into trouble for taking government property (again), but this time getting in actual trouble for it. if they wanted to play into the entire "Eddie going to Texas" storyline, they could demote him, ship him back to the 118 (I just keep hearing Chief Alonzo tell him "since you love the 118 so much, you can go back there"), and the following episodes really playing into OS' slow burn of them not being together but also having forced proximity, which obvs would ultimately lead to them getting back together by the end of the season. this also really tees up the option that people like where we get storytelling on Tommy's past through him and Buck just generally being forced to engage more in a way that isn't romantic. and then obvs by the end of the season, Eddie would come back, Tommy would do some heroic shit that would get him back to the 217, and so forth.

the last little idea I've played with most recently, post-810, is the idea that they do the kidnapping, the resolution (without Tommy at all), and we see a massive time jump. Truth be told, I don't think they'll skip over baby Han #2's birth, but I also was kinda like "...but what if they did?" what if we skipped ahead in the timeline a year or two? Eddie going to Texas, Madney having their baby, Bathena's house being finished, Henren having their time with their kids, and Buck having his "discovery stage".... only to circle back around to the fact that over the course of a year (or two, etc), he's still in love with Tommy. Sure, the infatuation is quieter now in his head, not as prominent and the grief doesn't hurt as much... but any time they run into each other on-scene or in public, that pang is still there. the love is still there. you could really parlay that into something akin to when Maddie went back to Chimney in 218 to reconcile, which I think is an option. Maybe even twist it into a version of "you were my first, and I still want you to be my last".

the only other version of this I have personally conceptualized is the idea that the kidnapping happens (once again without any involvement with Tommy), things are working out, Buck is having his situationship... and then the helicopter crash happens. I've definitely flirted with idea leaning towards Buck/Josh because I think the bones are all already there, at which point you then get some level of a scene where there's a group scene, the news of the crash is heard, and you swiftly get this acknowledgment of "welp, that's over". because I am not at all putting it past this show to use a NDE to be what pushes b/t back together. especially because, at the end of the day, these are two people who told each other they want to spend the rest of their lives together (refer back to my barriers comment above). I will not put it past them to have what shakes Tommy's resolve is one of them almost dying and realizing he'd rather be scared and alive than know one of them could be dead and not have had that time together.

anyway....i've word vomited for ages now. this took me like an hour to write. you're welcome.

yall really gotta stop sending me these asks b/c then I just hyperfixate and go all "look at my brainmap!"

#anon ask #ask me anything #mel's musings #bucktommy #911 abc #911 speculation #911 season 8 #my asks are always open #you guys really just like to make me ramble #like it's super obvious at this point lol

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yourenothingbutnottome · 22 hours ago

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A Court of Snakes and Vipers (Part 1?)

Mattheo Riddle x F!Potter

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: At Platform 9 3/4 and the train ride to Hogwarts for the first day of 6th year, Slytherin bashing, friend bashing, tension with family over house and chosen friendships, establishing deep cemented loyalties to the Snake Gang, bestie Draco x OC, Mattheo/OC mutual pining but worried over the implications of the war, 1POV

Notes: AU, Potter parents alive, Harry!twin OC (Livina Rose Potter, NN Rose, Liv, Livvy), Slytherin, characters aged up, Draco in his bestie era, OC has secret power than can change the tide of the war, Snake crew bloodsworn to Rose TOG style; just a little scene that played in my brain while going to sleep one night, idk if anyone other than me will like it, might not continue but I just wanted to write this out for my own sanity bc I couldn't stop thinking about it, not beta read, bad writing, banner from @sweetmelodygraphics

“What did Malfoy say to you on the platform?” Harry interrogates as soon as the door to our compartments reaches its close.

“Geez, how long were you holding that one in?” I laugh, taking a seat across from Hermione and Ron, leaving Harry’s spot open for him by the window.

“I’m serious, Liv.” He sits, body entirely facing me.

“Okay?”

“What did he say?” His voice is harsh.

I roll my eyes and chuckle in disbelief at the way he instantly goes into what I call “Savior” mode.

“Nothing important.” I say with a finality, hoping he dismisses the conversation at that. But of course he doesn’t.

He turns so that he’s addressing the three of us. “I think he’s a Deatheater.” Before I can laugh or tell him how ridiculous he’s being, he continues. “I think he’s a Deatheater and I want to know what he said to you.”

I think back to the brief interaction, mere moments ago when we were saying goodbye to our parents for the upcoming term.

My arms are wrapped around my father in a final hug. He kisses the top of my head and pushes me out to an arms length. “Let me get a good look at you before you go,” he jokes. “Yup, two arms, two legs and oh look at that! A head attached to the rest of your body! I expect all of those things to be there when we see you for Christmas.”

“James, enough,” our mother scolds, humor light in her voice. She smooths Harry’s tie for the 100th time.

“What?! I don’t have to worry about Harry! But, you never know with these Slytherins,” he laughs.

“James.” Mom’s voice is edged and leaves no room for argument.

“Sorry, honey” He lays a hand on my cheek. “You know I tease. Slytherin or not, I love you. You have a good heart, and you know right from wrong.” He affirms, as if these are traits that Slytherins are incapable of having.

“You know Slytherins aren’t monsters …” I say.

“Of course you aren’t. That’s what I was saying, darling.”

“No. You were saying I’m not a monster. Not Slytherins. Like there’s the rest of them, and then there’s me. A wayward Slytherin. Different.”

“Well, you are different.”

I step back. “No .. I’m not.” My voice hardens, as it always does when I’m forced to defend my house, to defend my friends.

“Let’s not do this now,” mom pleads. I’ve been having this argument the entirety of my academic career at Hogwarts, but it’s gotten significantly worse after the events of last year: the confirmation of Voldemort’s return and the murder of our Uncle Sirius. Harry’s vision had led us to the ministry under a ruse and ever since, dad has been extra tense.

“No, let's.” Harry interjects. “You know who her ‘friends’ are.” He says the word ‘friends’ as if it's coated in poison.

My mother attempts to lecture the two of them while I tune their voices out. It isn’t anything different than what I’d heard the entire summer. Instead, I look across the way, meeting Draco’s gaze.

His mother drops him off, rushing to evade the eyes of curious onlookers, but lingering to share the last few moments with her son. Lucius is absent, of course, which is why so many are looking. They know about what happened last year; the paper hasn’t stopped running articles on their family, all centered on his father’s stay in Azkaban.

Draco hushes his mother’s worrying, and though I am not close enough to hear, I am sure he is reassuring her and putting on a strong face for her. His back is to me as he gives her a hug goodbye, whispering something softly to her that causes her eyes to flash and focus on mine. She gives me a tight smile before turning her attention back to her son. He gently grabs his trolley of luggage, steady hands leaving her shaking ones, giving her the opportunity to apparate away.

His entire body is stiff, rigged with pressure and expectations that no one our age should carry. Eyes back to mine, I can see everything he’s hiding from the rest of the world. I can see beyond the mask, I can see to Draco. His pain. His mourning. His innocence. His fear. His desperation. His courage. I see him. My closest friend, my brother. I see a soldier, one like no other.

“Livina Rosalie Potter, you listen to me.” My father scolds. “Stop zoning out. You’ve been doing that all summer.”

“Because you’ve been saying the same things and it’s a bunch of hogwash that I don’t care to listen to all summer.” I respond, full rebellion on display.

He flubbers for just a moment, temporarily speechless. “I don’t care what house you’re in. You are a Potter. You are a symbol in this war. You are a weapon. And you are naive to believe they don’t see that.”

“Who are ‘they’?” I sass, knowing full well who he means.

His face is tense with a quiet rage. “I will pull you out of school if I have to. I have half a mind to ask Dumbledore a personal favor and have you switched to Gryffindor house so that your brother can watch over you because apparently of the two of you, he’s the only one who can use his brain.”

“James!” My mother gasps, shocked.

“No, Lily,” he hisses. “If Liv can’t take care of herself, then someone else will have to do it for her.” He looks to me again. “You aren’t making smart decisions. You’re putting yourself in incredible danger. They aren’t your friends and even if they aren’t active participants yet, they will be soon and they aren’t worth saving. Don’t you ever forget what a threat they pose to you or how dangerous and violent they can be.”

My entire being vibrates with a rage so fierce that it feels as if I am boiling straight from my very core. My fingers twitch, clenching and unclenching around an object that isn’t there. I can feel that hidden, secret power within me screaming to be unleashed with my anger, begging to be let free, desperate to defend those it perceives to be threatened.

Just as I open my mouth to release my outrage, fury coiling inside of me, a strong shoulder rams into mine, causing the trolley that the offending arm was pulling to go tumbling. Trunks scatter. An owl screeches as its cage topples to my feet. Ryu. (Pronounced Rue). Draco’s owl.

“Sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologizes, terse and polite. He bends close to where I had fallen, gathering his discarded items. He looks to me as he feigns struggling with one trunk in particular, and speaks so that no other may hear. “Don’t. Control it. You are strong. Stifle it and wait. You hold the fate of the future within you and this is not our time to fight. You fight, we fight. But this is not that fight.” He stands straight, trolley re-packed and stacked neatly. “Sorry, again.” he says loud enough for my family to hear, standing straight and holding his hand out.

I place my scarred hand into his, using his strength to both pull me to my feet and to ground me in a wave of calm and control.

“See you in class,” he dismisses and continues his walk to the train.

“Ugh, Harry, will you just drop it? Please?”

“Why? So he did say something to you?’ His eyes narrow as he glares at me. “You need to quit hanging out with him. With all of them. I don’t know why you aren’t taking this seriously. You need to listen to dad, and you need to listen to me.”

“Here we go,” Ron huffs, throwing his hands in the air and leaning back into his seat.

“You’re not the boss of me, Harry. Now why don’t you just piss off and leave my friends alone? Why are you like this?”

“Your friends?” he scoffs, unbelieving “They don’t care about anyone but themselves. They’re on the wrong side of this war and you know it! You’re absolutely stupid if you think any different.”

“I’m … stupid?” I question with the eerie calm that got me sorted into Slytherin to begin with. “Stupid because I won’t let my brother, my “Holier-Than-Thou,-Can-Do-No-Wrong” brother tell me who I can and can’t be friends with? I’m stupid ….” my voice rises as I stand in confrontation, “because I’m defending the people I care about? The people who, mind you, you know nothing about. Nothing other than your own prejudice and disgusting bigotry!”

“Bigotry?!” Harry, also standing now, exclaims in shock. “That’s rich coming from the girl defending someone who called Hermione a Mudblood, defending someone who is the literal spawn of the man responsible for this war? All of their parents were in that room last year, hunting us! Hunting you! They killed Sirius! Does that mean nothing to you?!” He huffs again in the pretentious way that only Harry can scoff. “So yes, you’re stupid to continue to associate with people trying to hunt you and your family. You’re stupid for thinking that when the time comes, they won’t hand you over to Voldemort and betray you. You’re stupid if you think they haven’t thought of doing the killing curse themselves! No better way to impress your father than by personally killing his enemies, right?!”

My brows are lifted in disbelief, in complete awe at his ignorance and cruelty. “I’ve known them for years, Harry.” I say softly. “I know them in ways you never will. None of you will. I trust them and I love them. You’re wrong.” I turn to Hermione, “Tell him,” I rush, pleading. Desperate for him to understand. For someone to be on my side. “Tell him how Draco apologized to you! Tell him how Enzo walked you to your dorm after that Ravenclaw was a little too grabby, tell him how the next day that same Ravenclaw was in the hospital wing!”

Hermione glances between Harry and I, uncomfortable and distressed. “Those things only happened because of you. You made them do those things.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if she didn’t want us to hear, didn’t want to participate in this fight between siblings. She looks at me, eyes soft and shy, but stern. “He’s right, Liv … they’re bad just the same as their parents. They’re dangerous. Being friendly inside of the school walls is one thing … it’s not going to be the same.” She moves her eyes to look at her hands, hiding from my anger as if in shame of admitting her bias against my friend group.

I shake my head, looking up so as to restrain the tears that so desperately want to fall. “I’ve never been more disappointed in you .. both of you,” I look to Harry whose face has that smug vindicated look to it. “You don’t know a damn thing. And neither does dad.” I turn, leaving him gaping at me.

I don’t see him rush to reach for his cloak, nor do I notice his unseen presence following me afterwards, lingering distantly enough so as to remain undetected but close enough to not lose me in my fleeing.

I don’t know where I’m going. Anywhere but here. Anywhere that I don’t have to see his face, don’t have to listen to the “Great” Harry Potter spew hate in front of me. He doesn’t know them like I do. He doesn’t know anything. He’s blinded by hatred.

“There you are, beautiful,” a voice wraps around me at the same time a hand grabs my wrist, pulling me in for a hug. “We’ve been looking for you.”

“Well, here I am.” I shrug, falling in step beside him.

His eyes turn to me harshly, “What happened?”

“It’s nothing, Enzo,” I sigh.

“My favorite snake is upset and we haven’t even gotten to school yet. Something happened.”

“You’re sweet to be protective,” I pat the hand still holding on to me, guiding me through the train.

“After everything we’ve been through?” his hand moves to grab at mine. “Always.”

I look into his eyes, steadfast, strong, and loyal. Like all of theirs. A fierceness we all hold connected to each other. “I know,” I soften, “It’s the same thing it always is. The great, ‘open-minded’ Potters. Same thing my dad’s been on and just Harry being, well, Harry.”

Enzo’s face contorts with sympathy. “I’m sorry, dear.”

We stop at the door to a compartment that I assume holds the rest of our ragtag group. “You ready for the chaos?”

“Always,” I respond, mimicking him, as he slides the door open, using an arm around my shoulder to pull me in alongside him. “Look who I found wandering about all melancholy like!” Enzo announces. I let out a small laugh as I gently slap his arm off of me.

“What’s wrong?” Mattheo asks, eyes flicking to mine with a somber sincerity. I flop ungracefully in the open seat next to Draco, throwing my legs up across the way to rest in Mattheo’s lap. He immediately wraps his fingers around my ankles.

“Just annoying family shit.”

“Been there,” Theo jokes. We all just stare blankly at him. “What?” he defends, “We aren’t making jokes about this mess yet?” He looks at each of us, desperate for just one of us to laugh with him. Draco and I lock eyes and that’s all it takes for the two of us to bust into laughter. The others join in and we all laugh at Theo rather than his poorly timed, crappy joke.

After the laughter dies down, the mood sobers again as we think on Theo’s words. “How are you guys? Really?” I ask gently.

“We’ll get through it, Bella.” Theo whispers, laughter gone from his eyes.

“Together,” Draco confirms, nodding his head once and gripping my hand on the seat next to him. The others nod in agreement. All but Mattheo.

“And you, Matty?” I hold his gaze. All of them seem to have lost the light in their eyes over the summer, but him especially. It’s like there's no one home, no fight left. But I know better. I know him better. He feels everything, he feels too much. He’s the strongest and most ruthless fighter of us all. A true warrior.

His grip on my ankles tightens. “We’ll be okay,” he reassures me, but the sentiment dies there, it doesn’t reach the rest of his face. "Stop flirting with her with your stupid accent." He glares sideways at Theo who throws his hands up in surrender.

“Let’s talk about Harry,” he says, eyes hardening. “What did he say to you?”

“Oh you know, that I’m stupid, have to pick my side, tried to ban me from speaking to you lot, called you all bigots who only think of yourselves, and …” I trail off, hesitant to upset Mattheo further.

“And?” Draco prompts, face stiff, contorted with a silent rage.

“And,” I take a steadying breath, “And he said that you’re only pretending to be my friend until the time is right for you to kill me to impress him.” I roll my eyes at his dramatics in an attempt to lighten the mood. “He’s just pissy because his little crush Ginny is bumping uglies with Dean Thomas and here I am with all you pretty boys fawning over me, desperate for my love.”

The trunks overhead thud around, probably in response to the train vibrating over a particular rough patch of track.

Together, we share an unfiltered laugh at the recurring joke. There have been rumors at school that we’re in some kind of reverse Harem and we think it’s bloody hysterical to push the rumors on. Because what other reason would the toughest guys in school have for wanting to be friends with a Potter? Obviously because we’re fucking.

“She thinks we’re pretty, awwww” Blaise teases while pinching Enzo’s cheek.

“The prettiest,” I compliment with a giggle.

“But one of us is prettier than the rest, right?” Draco teases from my right, knowing of my affections for one Mr. Mattheo Riddle, who I am proud to say I did not glance to when Draco said that.

“Oh piss off, Draco. You’re horrid!” I shove him into the wall, as he chuckles at my misfortune.

Mattheo hides a small grin, eyes downcast in an attempt to hide his barely visible blush.

I’ve always been his girl, just the same as he’s been mine. Anyone who matters knows it. But it’s never been said, never truly been claimed or acted upon. At first it was just a youthful bashfulness, a fear of rejection and the potential loss of a sincere friendship. But then as the war grew closer and times became more tense, it became an unspoken but uniformly understood agreement that our connection is already a threat and dangerous enough without adding labels and romance to it. But still, our claim to each other lingers in the air around us, a living thing, the same as the oxygen we breathe: unseen but existing nonetheless.

In fact, each of the boys had tried to push Pansy and I away from them at the very start. But we’re family. We’re loyal and headstrong in our support to one another. They are mine and I am theirs. To the very end. Potter, Malfoy, Riddle, Order, Death Eater. None of it matters. We don’t belong to our names, to our parents or their agendas. We belong to each other and that’s it. A third invisible “side” in this war. Perhaps the most dangerous any of us could be in. Outwardly linked to one, but realistically and eternally, truthfully, bonded to each other. To me. Pansy Parkinson. Lorenzo Berkshire. Theodore Nott. Blaise Zabini. Draco Malfoy. Mattheo Riddle.

My bloodsworn.

A court of snakes and vipers.

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churino · 11 hours ago

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Design for leozack

Besides the cone headed air warriors, the tidal wave is also home to another group of decepticon elite but rather than passengers, the breast force are part of the tidal wave's crew ever since their leader deathsaurus went missing and shockwave slid into command, leaving leozack to pick up the pieces

Leozack and the rest of the breast force are natives of the beast planet eukaris, dominated by hostile organic life, much has changed on the planet since the autobot's little nap on earth. to control the powerful creatures that populated the planet, the transformers began cybernetically enhancing the animals to make them unnaturally docile to them, bonded to individual tamers via control ports in their chests the use of these breast animals got eukaris on shockwave's radar.

Before shockwave arrived, the breast force were hunters and gatherers for their tribe of decepticon non combatants, too pre ocupied with survival to play a bigger role in the autobot decepticon war, they were led by their own emperor of destruction deathsaurus, having reused the title from greater decepticon government

Leozack thought she was better fit to lead than deathsaurus, wanting greater control of their earnings to better support her sister lyzack, but deathsaurus cared for his troops like family and was working on a way to divide resources that would make everyone happy before he disappeared,

Now working under shockwave leozack leads the breast force having to make up for their missing leader with two new members, her sister lyzack and an old friend deathcobra, with food and shelter for their tribe provided by shockwave the breast force's job has been embarrassingly reduced to being shockwave's enforcers, leozack got the command possition she wanted but it's an empty platitude now.

What she really wants is to figure out what actually happened to deathsaurus, and she's getting closer to figuring it out

#transformers #transformers fanart #cybertronian #robots #character design #maccadam #maccadams #transformers from a to z #robot #transformers victory #deceptions #breast force #leozack #leo kaiser

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bobasbn · 2 days ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚

3k words | Alternative Universe — Pirates a/n: inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean where Rafayel is a mermaid/siren and Sylus is featured as a pirate. It makes sense to me.

This is not how you wanted this voyage to go.

You envisioned success when you hauled your best men onto your ship and set sail west on the sea. There was a rumour circulating around the village you idled around in, that there was a treasure more valuable than any man can imagine. You didn’t have a mission to pursue and you were becoming bored of the monotony. After nosing around for information, your interest was piqued. The only person who could get their hands on such a prize would be someone who’s willing to sacrifice the entire world for this treasure. Who’s better to take on the challenge than a pirate?

You were prepared for the arduous journey. When the sky dimmed and dark clouds started looming over the masts, you assured your crew that the ship was right and the upcoming storm wouldn’t interfere with the goal ahead.

Perched upon the railing of the main deck with a marked map in your hands, the spark of your dreams nestled tightly in your heart. It’s simply any pirate’s aspiration to find the most valuable of treasures ever but you were going to achieve it.

Your ship started rocking against the barbarous waves. Rain starts pouring shortly after, pellets hurling towards your ship almost tearing a hole through your map which you quickly roll up and shove through your belt. The weather doesn’t seem to relent, only growing more and more adamant to extinguish your determination.

A nudge to your shoulder snaps you out of your trance and you look over to see your right-hand, Jenna, meeting your eyes with a concerned gaze.

“Still no doubts, huh?” She questions. You can only manage a shrug of your shoulders before responding, “One of us has to keep faith.”

“You’re just playing with fire cap’n,” Jenna remarks.

“And you’re not cap’n, so don’t get to question me. Savvy?” You bite back. She wouldn’t know the true spirit of being a captain anyway. Jenna conceals the roll of her eyes before resuming back to her position of looking over the rail of the ship. As the rain persists with more force, your hair and attire clings to your skin as you turn around back to the rest of the ship. Your crew, loyal as ever, work through the rain and oncoming storm, scrambling about on the main deck as they tend to their duties. You breathe in the salty sea air, almost tasting the briny breeze on your tongue.

Ignoring how the rain dampened the mood of the rest of your crew, you decided to let it fuel your desire of exploration further. A few drops of rain can’t diminish your spirit; you’re a pirate.

That’s what you tell yourself. Absolutely nothing can diminish your spirit.

“Ca- Cap’n! It’s Sylus, he’s near!” You hear the horrified cry of Jenna and that immediately grabs your attention. Once you scurry over to her, she hastily shoves her spyglass into your hands. Squinting your eyes over the glass, you make out the outline of another ship through the heavy rain and light fog. A ship with a crow imprinted flag adorning the main mast.

Great. Just your fucking luck.

Sylus is the captain of that ship and your sworn enemy. The last time you interacted with him it ended with his ship getting blown up and both of you with broken limbs. You remember him threatening your ship would be next as if he was taking an oath. Back then, you believed you wouldn’t ever cross paths with him again.

It seems that even if Sylus had evaded your mind, he followed you here.

His ship draws closer, cannons ablaze and pointed straight at you. Your instincts kick in immediately and you start firing orders at your crew the next second.

Although, Sylus was two steps ahead. His first shot was already hurling to your ship, the iron clashing with the bow of your ship and ripping it right off. The wood crumbles down, disappearing into the hungry depths of the ocean. You’ve never felt heartbreak quite like this before.

Your boat, that you spent your entire adolescence dreaming of and building up. Your heart is tied up somewhere in the sails, remnants brushed over the main deck where you’ve seen your dreams come true as you persisted through your journey.

You try to collect yourself and push your crew all to the gun deck. They all reciprocate Sylus’s attacks by lighting up cannons and shooting back at his ship. There was a constant back and forth. People yelling, cannons booming and blazing, ships lurching violently as the ocean grows with the rain and slowly swallows every piece that falls from either ship.

Deep down you know your ship isn’t making it.

Sylus seemed to have souped up his ship specially for this occasion. His ship takes hits but doesn’t seem to be falling apart as easily as yours. You don’t realise that you’ve been standing still with your fists clenched beside you until there’s a blast right beside you. You stumble back from the impact, splinters of wood grazing your skin and leaving scratches in their wake.

You can’t stay here.

You know that staying here will only lead to your demise. Whilst everyone else is busy fighting and trying to protect the ship your mind starts to wander about places to avoid the wreckage and chaos and abandon ship.

You can’t help it. Pirate’s instinct. You’ve always been conditioned to act first without thinking, and everyone else just somehow slips away and blurs into the background of your mind.

Slowly, you make your way to the davit of the ship where the emergency jollyboat is stored. The rain seems to be relenting now, as you tug the ropes down and lower the boat onto the water. Without a second thought, you’re jumping from your beloved ship into the boat and letting the harsh waves sweep you away from the horrific scene behind you.

You watch with your very own eyes, your ship which falls apart slowly with people sacrificing their lives for the battle. You already know the sickening smug grin that’s probably tugging on Sylus’s lips. He’s lucky he’s not in your vicinity right now because the punch you would throw to his face would be fatal.

It’s now just you, the waves, a couple bottles of rum rolling around your feet and the rain that’s reduced to a light pitter-patter. You take hold of the paddles and guide the boat along the sea that’s stubbornly whisking you away.

Soon enough you can’t see your ship. You hold on tightly to the sides as the water grown by rain sweeps you away. With a heavy heart and nothing but your rum, you sit alone with the music of the tides serenading you as you wonder about your ship and how so much work had gone to waste because of some petty revenge.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Around two bottles down is when you start worrying about where you’re going. You’ve been lucky so far to be getting a relatively steady trip so far as you reached the end of the rainfall but you start to think and fear for your safety when dusk will hit.

The solitude and faint swishing from the animals swimming by almost makes you feel dizzy. You’ve seen hundreds of fish, some rays, an octopus and what you swear was a whale shark in the far distance. Sea creatures never really scared you at all, but now that you’re much closer to the water compared to your cushy ship you’re starting to feel a bit uneasy about what lurks underneath you.

You curl up on the wooden floor of the boat, leaning your head against the rigid slab that was a seat. It was hurting to constantly be sitting on such hard wood, and there was no protection from the sun’s rays at all. You wonder how worth it was to abandon ship, maybe you should’ve stuck around to give that Sylus some deserved payback for destroying the one thing you loved in this world.

You turn your head, leaning your chin against the side of the boat. You gingerly peer into the water again, facing your fear of spotting something scary in the water.

Then it caught your eye.

From your peripheral, a flicker of something.

It was quick. A motion that was barely there but out of sheer paranoia you had caught it. Your heart starts to pick up pace but you firmly reassure yourself that it was probably just another fish. The bigger kind of fish, like a catfish. Although, you aren’t so sure about the likelihood of catfish being found in the middle of the sea like this.

There it was again.

This time, you’re sure it wasn’t just your imagination. There was a flick of a tail under the boat which flung water right into your eyes. You instinctively flinch back, rubbing your eyes free from the salty droplets invading your vision before you look back below the boat.

“What the fuck?!” You shout, voice echoing into the emptiness of the sky.

A head of violet pokes out from under the blue. A pleasant bluish-pink hue swims in the eyes staring back at you. You almost tumble over the side of the boat in sheer shock.

Out of all the creatures in the sea, you’ve never encountered a mermaid before. Of course, you’ve heard tales about them being just the most beautiful things you could ever lay your eyes on. People have scoured the seven seas trying to locate where the mermaids reside exactly. Yet here you are, face-to-face with one without even trying.

He hoists himself up, leaning on his arms against the side of the boat. You get a clearer glimpse of his unique eyes, his flawless skin littered with beauty marks. Your jaw almost goes slack upon seeing him, your mouth as dry as cotton. All you do is stay eerily still and admire him.

“A mermaid,” you murmur. There’s a beat of silence which you use to digest the fact that you’re witnessing a real life mermaid in front of you. Everything about this encounter screams unnatural, you can’t help but wonder if your drinks were spiked with something worse.

However, there’s a flash of struggle in his gaze when his tail thrashes a bit in the water behind him. You sneak a glance, registering the fact that his tail is a shimmering azure blue that matches the sea. He doesn’t seem to have a voice because he only looks expectedly at you and quietly winces out of pain. The fish net tangled in his fins catches your eye a second later.

Perhaps on a normal day you would’ve overlooked the problem and been on your merry way. Today is not a normal day though, and your bad deeds today are enough to fill and overflow a barrel.

“Let me…” You offer uncharacteristically. To balance the scales of your deeds today, you decide to accomplish a positive endeavor. You lean your arms down to gesture for the mermaid’s tail. He hesitates, but you remain unwavering in wanting to only help. The mermaid’s fins slowly emerge from the water and with a couple firm tugs on the rigid net you’re able to free him from its grasp.

You watch as the mermaid’s eyebrows lift and his tail swishes freely in the water. He turns his head, his smile widening. Every expression he pulls is just as dainty as the last and leaves you wondering how the mermaid has truly lived up to the folklores that rave about their untouchable, unadulterated beauty.

“I wonder if you have a name,” you ponder out loud.

The mermaid nods wordlessly. He taps the side of the boat intently. One short tap, a longer tap, a short one again. When you quirked an eyebrow up in confusion, he tries again. He taps the same pattern with more urgency, and you pick up at the morse code. What a smart mermaid.

R-A-F-A-Y-E-L

“Rafayel?” You question. The mermaid, seemingly named Rafayel nods enthusiastically once you pick up on the name he indicated. He applauds you for a few seconds. You can’t help but find his mannerisms to be odd.

You thought the interaction would end there, that the mermaid will grow bored of you looking lost and trying to gauge where possibly you could be on the map that was tucked into your belt. To your surprise, every time you lowered the map from your eyes, Rafayel would be staring back at you with equally as much interest. When you stirred your paddle through the water to maneuver it forward, the mermaid would follow.

“Are ya gonna follow me to the ends of the Earth?” You ask later, kicking your boots up against the other end of the boat as you take your break. Rafayel wears a puzzled expression from your question and eventually shrugs his shoulders. You click your tongue, unbelieving.

The sun eventually faded from the sky, leaving only a blank darkness behind. You frown at the fact that you weren’t able to find land before sunset. Luckily, the emergency boat was equipped with a lantern to battle the darkness. It takes a while to light but soon enough you have your lantern perched upon the seat across from you as you stare daggers into your map.

A splash next to you indicates Rafayel’s arrival from dipping his head underwater for a breath. You turn your head and let out a yelp when Rafayel proved to be way closer than you anticipated. His eyes, the blue now seeping into the pink and threatening to take over his irises. Why did his eyes change so frequently?

Sometimes it felt like he was holding back on something. When the blue in his eyes emerges, he blinks a couple times and shudders a bit. It’s as if he’s snapping himself out of a spell, before he looks back and you see the pink and blue back in tandem. The lack of words to explain this behaviour puts you a bit on edge. He always wears that usual amiable expression on his face afterwards, eyes shining with curiosity in your direction as you tried not to show too much fear over his erratic behaviour.

Rafayel peers over to the map you’re holding, the orange glow of the lantern highlighting all the land masses surrounded by ocean as you continue trying to pinpoint your location. The mermaid, however, reaches his arm out and taps a finger against a spot in the ocean, his little taps leaving water droplets for the paper to soak up.

“Are we here?” You ask him for clarification. He nods. How on Earth did he decipher that? You look back at the map, trying to squint and narrow your eyes to hopefully catch what he apparently understood so fast. You give Rafayel an accusatory glare and inquire further, “and you knew this the entire time?”

Rafayel only shrugs his shoulders, wordless as always. You poke your tongue in your cheek, silently cursing the mermaid for watching you stare dumbly at this map for who knows how long when he knew the answer the entire time.

“Piece of shit,” you murmur, your sight lingering on the droplet on the map indicating where you are. Rafayel only laughs at you. This is the first time you’re hearing something that is close to his voice, the silken sound reaching your ears sounding like the sweetest melody. You can’t help but feel captivated by him yet again.

Leaning closer, Rafayel matches your movement. You only realise what you did when you feel your nose nudge against the cold tip of his nose. It’s as if he was the one who cast a fishing line to hook you in, bringing you closer to him. You resist the temptation and break away. What the hell is wrong with you? You’re a pirate. You wouldn’t let your spirit be waned because of some pretty mermaid.

Except you did.

Rafayel’s gaze on you was wistful. Despite you coming to a moment of realisation, the close proximity between you two seemed to have snapped something within him. He lunges forward, connecting his frigid lips against yours. Never in a million years did you think you would end up kissing a mermaid, but his kiss was surprisingly gentle. He knew how to move them smoothly against yours, pouring his yearning into the action.

When you let yourself indulge in him, he sets his elbows on the rim of the boat to keep himself up and one hand skims over your cheek. You shiver at the contact.

Your lips separate. His eyes are blue again, his breathing is heavy. He’s doing that thing again, where there’s a supernatural force he’s trying to combat. He shakes his head, assuring you that he’s fine.

His hand remains on the side of your face, his thumb runs over your cheek, grazing your bottom lip. He leans in for more. You give him more.

You’ve always been selfish, you accepted that fact and wore it like a badge of honour throughout your entire life. Selfishness is how you became a captain, built your ship and gathered a loyal crew. Granted, selfishness was also how you lost it all. You wouldn’t ever admit that though, you’ll use your power of arrogance to build it all up again.

So why is it that you’re feeling your resolve crumbling in the hands of Rafayel?

When his hand caresses your jaw, moving down to your neck. His arms that circle your shoulders tug you closer. You feel his icy body against yours, his torso pressed against your dishevelled clothes.

You lost yourself in the kiss. You would actually let him whisk you away.

Splash.

That’s all it took. A sudden jerk of Rafayel’s arms pulling you closer. The ocean engulfing your form. You became part of him, dragged to the depths to be with him for all of eternity.

The boat steadily sways in cooperation with the waves, a lonely lantern perched upon the seat where you once sat.

Your selfishness, an attribute that you used to pride yourself on, ultimately led to your demise under the deep sea.

- that's all folks. If you made it to the end thank you so much for reading all of that and interactions are always appreciated! 𓆟

#love and deepspace #lnds #lnds sylus #lnds rafayel #pirates #pirate sylus #mermaid rafayel #sylus love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace

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clone84th · 3 days ago

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If Zoro ever defeats Mihawk…

Ps - Mihawk is depicted as Zoro’s father figure in this text

(Not proofread)

Non-canon but…

I think when Zoro kills Mihawk in their final duel, it would be a state where he finally achieves his dream that he worked on so hard for him to be happy, yet to feel a little empty at the same time. I’d have to agree that if Zoro does kill Mihawk, he’d achieve his dream, fulfill his promise to Kuina, and put Mihawk at rest, which gives a happy ending for him, honor for his late best friend, and rest for Mihawk since he’s grown tired of life.

Though, in the lens of how I view Zoro and Mihawk’s relationship, I truly believe, from my heart of hearts, that Mihawk was somehow a parental figure to Zoro. Other viewers of One Piece might not see the vision or see the vision. In some people’s eyes, Mihawk was only Zoro’s mentor and rival, which is of course true, I am not against it, but how I view them might be a different story.

Zoro was already orphaned, he had no parental figures since both of his biological parents died when he was still very young, meaning he probably does not have much memory of them and wasn’t guided in life as much because of that. He had no parental guidance in life.

Now, during the timeskip, Mihawk played a crucial role in developing Zoro’s swordsmanship. He has provided and taken Zoro under his care to train him to defeat him all because he saw that Zoro’s actions were no longer for himself, but for his captain, that “he found a greater cause rather than his own ambition”. Surely, he isn’t the type of father figure that would coddle up Zoro and be soft around him since he plays mentor, he is supposed to make him reach a better version of himself. Though, I see the potential and why some may think he is a father figure to Zoro.

A parental figure is someone who gives guidance, care, support, etc. that resembles an absent parent’s role. Mihawk gives these to Zoro for the two years in the timeskip, he is a role model to Zoro and he teaches and guides Zoro to defeat him. Zoro, an orphan, being taken care of and taught by the world’s greatest swordsman himself. Living in his castle. Eating his food. Under his care. For two years. For once, other than the strawhats, Zoro has been taken care of, under none other than Mihawk. The castle is a training ground yet a house to him. Where he eats, showers(? Considering Mihawk’s toilet…), and sleeps, he is doing it in the same grounds where Mihawk is.

Do you think that maybe, if Zoro had killed his mentor, the one who saved his own seat of the worlds greatest swordsman for Zoro to sit on next, the one who cooked, gave him a house to live on for the next two years when he was separated from his crew, that he wouldn’t be a little sad and empty? Mihawk wouldn’t exactly be the best father figure unlike some others, but he would definitely be a memorable one to Zoro, all because the worlds greatest decided to be his mentor and care for him slightly like a father would.

So when Zoro finally sees Mihawk’s head roll before him, I would like to think that he would feel free and happy he achieved his goal, and a little empty, where he finally acknowledges that in a way, he did see him as a mentor-father type of person in his life.

This is overall subjective and what if statements which isn’t well supported, but I just wanted to share what I thought:,,)

Credits to its only blood by MissingN000 on ao3 (heartbreaking fic), it helped me write this.

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aradidnt · 4 months ago

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DAY 2: GAME

playing dti with boyfriend (this game is rigged)

@davekatweek

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romatito · 3 months ago

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joão accidentally became very important in my pirate au so i needed to find an excuse for him to stick around. also i wanted to draw him again 🥸

#hetalia world stars #hws portugal #aph portugal #my art #i consider antonio and joão cousins (their moms were sisters) so thats the explaination for that #i just . think hes neat.#he rounds out the cast nicely considering the rest of the important members of antonios crew is the tomato gang #ned gets to have someone to antagonize antonio with. also antonio gets a familial relationship to play off of the vargas boys and theirs #since. the story is more focused on That anyway lol.#ALSO. he gets Longer hair bc tonio does too. and its tied back differently #lol its fun making characters that are meant to be visually similar More Distinct

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hyohaehyuk · 19 days ago

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gruntsandpoetry and pixielayer: Sam: "(trying to give the most PR-ish answear as possible about chemistry) "it's a team effort" Rolin: "JACOB AND SAM GO BOWLING TOGETHER" Assad: "And ice cream" Sam: "We eat a lot of ice cream and… we do a lot of sticker play…" Host: “care to elaborate on sticker play?” 🤯 Sam: "make it up" 💀

Source: Den of Geek - Will Claudia Have to Claw Her Way Back into 'Interview with the Vampire'? | SDCC

where are they sticking those stickers?

#jam reiderson #sam reid #jacob anderson #assad zaman #delainey hayles #rolin jones #San Diego Comic-Con 2024 #I think he was just referring to them buying stickers but worded it awkwardly LMAO #the host gave him a change to explained and corrected himself but he chosen not to #mind you that he knows about the ao3 through TN showrunners so he have no excuses #it's his own fault for making everyone's mind went to the gutter #quoting tweets #Is that what kids are calling it now 🤭#sam condoning/encouraging jam fanfic?!#“rpf is okay” - sam reid #Sam this is not how you stop the allegations #how regular are the icecream dates that Assad brought it up...#I know eric is watching and nodding his head cos everyone carrying on his legacy of exposing jam 🙂‍↕️#Sam is unhinged when Jacob ain’t there! They got a little too giggly about that sticker play.#I think there’s a possibility the jam reiderson compilation videos may have been shared around the cast and crew #they were teasing each other 🤭 No way the rest of the cast and crew didnt have some inside jokes about them #when they were going out every other night to clubs and restaurants while jam were off on their nightly dinner chats alone together

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shootsun · 8 months ago

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Hey Neighbor! :)

#wally darling #welcome home #welcome home wally #i wanted to make him look felted and played around a bunch with textures? it was really fun!!#his eyes were so hard to make look the right blend of offputting and friendly #go puppet go #my art #doodles #ive got more of these on the way for the rest of the cast/crew #welcome home arg #I know im late to the party about it lol

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enbeemagical · 6 months ago

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one difference in Odysseus's and Percy Jackson's luck is that Percy's godly dad doesn't play favorites and therefore sea voyages are about three thousand times easier especially after Percy and his friends blind Polyphemus (again)

another reason is that Percy is a 21st century teenager and not an ancient Greek warrior king and would not do things like killing a baby

#i keep coming back to when polyphemus is like ''ill tell my dad and he'll sink your ship!'' bc that worked before #and percy is like ''dad doesn't play favorites!''#if odysseus were a son or grandson of poseidon i bet he would've made it home with the majority of his crew intact #polyphemus: dAAAAAD I GOT HURT #poseidon: WHO WAS IT #polyphemus: odysseus! of ithaca! kill him!#poseidon: hang on of ithaca? hmm. odysseus. he's one of mine. sorry son im not getting in the middle of this sibling squabble #and then ody&co had smooth sailing for the rest of their journey home #epic the musical #percy jackson #also if zeus told percy to kill a baby percy would be like no thats wrong im not gonna #zeus: do it or he'll kill you and everyone you love #percy i-refused-immortality jackson: this is the 21st century we don't do that anymore. that is so messed up #i need to reread the pjo books theyre so good

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firestorm09890 · 6 months ago

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FUCK what I said about the majority of significant changes to dialogue in Re:CoM being to adjust Axel's characterization, the most egregious change is actually this

(GBA CoM)

(Re:CoM)

if I had to guess, the reason for this change was because in GBA CoM, The Superior was a spooky, unknown being at the head of this Organization we had very little knowledge on, and for Vexen, the guy who runs his mouth constantly about how much better he is than the others, to be terrified of him, he must be some pretty scary dude. But then after kh2 we know him, it's Xemnas, he's very dramatic, he likes to talk to the moon, and the effect of your mind filling in the gaps about what "The Superior" must be like is gone. So it wasn't really necessary anymore, right?

(rest under cut because it's long)

Except... the way they changed it is so weird. In the GBA version, what's happening is pretty clear:

Marluxia tells Vexen that his project is a failure

Vexen demonstrates that he does not give a shit about Marluxia's opinion

he does care very much about The Superior's opinion, though, and Marluxia uses this to blackmail him into eliminating Sora- an action which is nonsensical, as the entire point of what they're doing needs Sora alive, making it clear to everyone in the room that he is deliberately sending Vexen to die

and then after that, when Vexen shows up to fight Sora, he goes "if you want to fight me for real you've gotta do it in the memories from the other side of your heart lol bye" and Sora goes "huh? other side?" and then it cuts to a scene on the top floor:

and then this gets more into subtext but here, Vexen has realized he's totally fucked and his only hope is to mess directly with Marluxia's plans (well, they were the Organization's plans, but it's pretty obvious by now Marluxia's abusing his power for his own purposes) by giving Sora more information than he should know. This does get the traitor gang worried enough to send Axel to go kill him (as opposed to just letting Sora take care of him, which was presumably the original plan)- he very specifically cuts Vexen off to keep him from saying too much (this is retained between the original and the remake)

Anyway, what happens in Re:CoM sort of follows the same order of events, but everything is changed slightly in a way that just makes things more confusing.

Marluxia tells Vexen his project is a failure and Vexen demonstrates that he doesn't give a shit about Marluxia's opinion, as before

Marluxia threatens Vexen with a weapon, rather than threatening to tell the Superior

this, notably, does not seem to faze Vexen very much. he continues to run his mouth while having the scythe pointed at him.

Xemnas is still leveraged- Marluxia points out it was the Superior who entrusted him with the castle

...even though reasonably Vexen would already be aware of this, and has still demonstrated that he has zero respect for Marluxia despite it

the lines about betraying the Organization being a capital crime are retained, probably because it's super relevant later, but then that line of thinking is abandoned in favor of Marluxia and Larxene just taunting Vexen instead

The part where Marluxia says "do it. you won't" could be seen as a sort of threat... if not for Axel's line: "You give a challenge like that to Vexen and he'll seriously want to eliminate Sora." It frames it all as though Vexen went to fight Sora out of some sort of pride.

And look, Vexen may have a temper and a superiority complex, but he's not stupid. They're obviously baiting him. Plus, what happened to him seeing himself as above the others and countering things he doesn't like with "well actually I'm higher ranked than you and also you're an idiot"? Is he that insecure in his fighting capabilities? I could deal with characterization changes doing him dirty if it didn't also make no sense in the context of the plot.

So now we have Vexen going to try to kill Sora, something that really makes no sense to do, out of pride. What was the purpose of sending Sora to Twilight Town? Also pride, over the fact that he managed to get that information? Giving the writing the benefit of the doubt, I could say that these nonsensical actions can be explained as evidence that Nobodies can have hearts and people with hearts do strange and rash things, but that just feels like a reach, which is bad because what they had in GBA CoM worked perfectly fine and made sense without any reaching for the "idk emotions make you do strange things" explanation.

It continues. After Vexen gives Sora the Twilight Town card in Re:CoM and Sora wonders about what the "other side" means, this is that version of the conversation the top floor members have:

...what? "If Sora disappears, that would mess up the Organization's plans"? what are you worried about? the only reason Sora would disappear is if Vexen killed him. there's no way they think Vexen being in Twilight Town would give him an advantage, right? they know he's a pathetic fighter. "Vexen has clearly committed a treasonous act against the Organization" HOW? HOW IS IT CLEAR? they don't express any worry about Sora learning too much, up until Axel says "I came to stop you from talking too much" when killing Vexen- and that being there makes it seem like they were worried about Sora learning to much, but if that's the case, why would they replace the perfectly serviceable lines in the above scene? it's just... baffling that they would want to lean into the narrative that Vexen going to kill Sora (which he'd been goaded into doing) is the problem here, because it just makes so little sense compared to what it was originally.

once again giving them the benefit of the doubt: Marluxia's real plan was to take over the Organization, and he saw an easy way to pick off one of the members, so he took it. the motive for stopping Vexen doesn't actually matter.

buuuuut it's the same as with Vexen earlier. Marluxia may be too self-absorbed and power-hungry to notice Axel is scheming against him, but he, too, is an intelligent man. he's plotted for a while, getting into Xemnas's good graces in order to be put in charge of the Castle. this is incredibly sloppy for him. I guess it could be said that getting so close to his goal would make him sloppy, but again, if they'd just left things the way they were in GBA CoM, I wouldn't even have to be saying this

in conclusion: GBA Chain of Memories' intra-Organization strife subplot is so tightly woven with calculated moves on all sides that Re:CoM changing certain things without taking into consideration the consequences makes certain parts of the plot fall flat and become far more confusing than in the original story

#kingdom hearts #kh #chain of memories #kh com #vexen #axel #axel kh #marluxia #larxene #the inevitable re:com comparison tag #conclusion 2: go play gba chain of memories right now !!!!!#me post #concocting a counterargument in my head rn about how emphasizing the humanity of the organization through their nonsensical actions is #a good thing #gba com leaned into how fucked up they are- kh2 showed us the rest of them- re:com backpedaled to give them a shred of humanity #see also: lexaeus's death differences between gba com and re:com #however #1. i believe making a kingdom hearts game make less sense on purpose is not a good choice due to its reputation of #already being incomprehensible #chain of memories is one of the easier plots to understand!#2. im not convinced it was on purpose. i think the only intentional one was axel saying he really was enjoying himself #and that this specific thing spawned from what i said about xemnas no longer being a spooky mystery #lexaeus's death scene change on the other hand was actually a change in characterization #and since it wasn't wrapped up in the nightmare 5d chess that this thing was it worked fine #3. if they wanted to show us the humanity of the chain of memories crew then they should've let them survive a little longer in 358/2 days #like. we don't know for sure how long end of kh1 -> start of com actually took. that was decided in Days #kh2 we saw a little humanity in all of its organization members but that's because there were lots of themes of nobodies and humanity there #days was extremely heavy on “hey these guys are all people”#but chain of memories' org members were written to introduce us to a group of extremely powerful and clever manipulators #changing that to add a little more humanity sacrifices some of the writing quality because they didn't commit to it

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