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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 2 years ago

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Okay so I never ended up finishing this fic because life and Im just stumped. This fic is Shinjuro reacting to Senjuro’s disappearance from his school during the demon attack and I wish I got to finish it but I can’t keep working on smth I ultimately am not progressing. Maybe in the future but as of now, this is as far as this fic is going. Feel free to critique it though keep in mind I never fully explored how Shinjuro reacted to the grief he was suddenly shoved with.

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Shinjuro gave a look of annoyance at the crow he didn’t recognize that was flying towards him as he put on his sandals to get ready to leave for Senjuro’s school.

It’s long past since Senjuro should’ve gone home and alcohol helped him forget many things, but it didn’t let him forget about how horrible he’s been as a father to his boys wasn’t one of them.(Ruka would definitely scold his ear off for how he’s been acting with their sons since her death) He’s well aware he’s lacking as a father and despite feeling the haziness and dulling of his senses from the several bottles he had drank moments ago, he’s not going to let his youngest son walk home this late at night when demons will be crawling around ready to attack at this point.

He scowled as the crow started cawing loudly, clearly trying to get his attention as he adjusted his sword to be easy to pull out if any demons were to attack. He was probably too drunk to go out and pick up his son but he was definitely not drunk enough to have to tolerate a kasuragi crow at the moment. Seeing he was ignoring it, the insufferable creature decided to resort to attacking him with its claws, yelling for his attention and getting fed up, he snapped and finally decided to hear the crow out. The crow wasn’t Kyojuro’s but knowing his persistent son he probably decided to use a different crow to send his daily message to him because his own crow was occupied or he knows Shinjuro ignores every single message from his crow. If it was the latter, Kyojuro was clever but not clever enough.

Hopefully his son would be less likely to send these ridiculous messages when he finds out Shinjuro’s going out this late at night just to see where Senjuro decided to wander off to today. Then again, hearing his little brother didn’t go straight home from school might make him fuss that he needs to keep a closer eye on Senjuro when the kid is just being rebellious or lost track of time on a book from his friends or something else mundane like that. He had a couple of friends at school so he might just be staying at a friend’s home and didn’t bother to get permission from his old man given he would probably be too drunk to care.

“I advise you to sit down for this” the crow squawked. Shinjuro scoffed, he’s a grown adult and former pillar not a child still clutching onto their mother’s hand. He doesn't need to sit down for a message from his son or anyone from the Demon slayer corps.

“A demon attack occurred at the school your youngest son, Senjuro studies in-”

The disdain and indignation Shinjuro felt immediately drained out of him as he stared blankly in shock at the crow. The haziness in his mind had vanished and his senses switched into high gear. His head throbbed at the sudden switch.

“Only one survivor was found, a young boy who was slacking off from his duties to clean the classroom in the bathroom. The bodies of the children and teacher are all being collected by the kakushi to be buried properly by their families-”

His stomach dropped at the thought members of the kakushi might be making their way to the Rengoku estate with his twelve year old son in tow to be buried. It was nauseating to think of and Shinjuro wondered if he was going to be sick. He swallowed that nauseating fear as he refused to let any weakness he felt at the thought of his frail and helpless twelve year old son dead at the hands of a demon show in front of a messenger crow of all things when he isn’t even sure who sent this message. Perhaps that girl Kyojuro took under his wing at one point? Or was it another demon slayer who was friends with his son? Kyojuro was popular with his colleagues from what he could gather from the few letters or messages he sent that Shinjuro bothered to pay attention to.

“All bodies were accounted for except for Senjuro’s who could not be found among the bodies by any kakushi; however a blood trail leading to near the entrance of the school was found. The demon slayer who defeated the demon that attacked the poor children and teachers think your son tried to run and get help as one of the children asked moments before dying if they were friends with Senjuro.”

Shinjuro’s stomach churns at the thought of how many victims there were in the attack and just how young they all were. Senjuro never brought any of his peers over to their house but they had to be around his age so somewhere between the ages of 11-13. Wretched demons, they’d kill even children just to fulfill their nasty cravings for human flesh.

A part of him feels proud that his son recognized he couldn’t fight the demon especially unarmed so ran out to get help but the fact that the help that arrived wasn’t from him squashes that feeling like an ant because what’s the point in doing the smart thing if the smart thing lead to his son being missing and possibly even dead.

Senjuro knows the path from their estate to his school, he’s memorized it by heart by now. He knows where to go if there’s a demon attack, Shinjuro is retired sure and out of practice but he would’ve gone down there or contacted demon slayers to go to the school and easily kill the demon. He might not have believed his son at first when he comes rushing in shouting there’s demons or be entirely lucid but Senjuro’s never done things like cry wolf for attention. The blood trail likely being from Senjuro would mean he was injured so it would’ve made his pleas for help more credible.

“I have currently dispatched several demon slayers to try and locate your son and any straggler demons in the area. The school is planning to host a funeral for the deceased students and teachers however Senjuro will not be included as we still hold hope he may be alive. I will keep you informed on our findings if you decide not to go to the demon slayer corps and become personally involved in the search. I know your son, Kyojuro, says this often but please do take care of your health, Rengoku.”

The crow, having finished its message, flew off, leaving Shinjuro in front of his estate, nauseated and left to stew on the message he just received. The sound of the crow’s wings flapping grew quieter as the reality of what he just heard really dawned on Shinjuro.

Senjuro, his youngest son, the baby of the family was…

His hand gripped the wall as the thought of Senjuro being reduced to a bloodied corpse and possible scenarios on what might've happened entered his mind. How viciously would the demon have attacked a boy who as far as he knew was just running for their life? Would he have simply dealt a single fatal blow that let Senjuro run far but not far enough to get help? Did he leave Senjuro so viciously savaged he thought the boy was dead, hence why he even managed to run in the first place? Was the demon slayer who stopped the demon wrong about what Senjuro did during the attack? People who were dying never said the most lucid things so the dying child might’ve just been looking for at least someone they can trust to cling onto as they took their last breaths.

None of these thoughts explained why his son’s body was missing, even if he was viciously mauled beyond recognition, the kakushi should’ve found something they at least suspect to be his missing boy. The only reason they would be unable to find a body was if..

The demon ate him down to his bones.

An involuntary growl surfaced from Shinjuro as he imagined the horrid beast pulling the corpse of his dead son to his mouth before feasting on the child’s body. To many this image would be too grizzly for someone to even fathom but he had worked as a demon slayer. Demons would do anything to sate their hunger, whether it’s kill an old woman or a newborn baby. They even had preferences sometimes for what kind of people they ate, some only specifically eating young women, others only desiring fully grown adults for their meals and a few even feasting on children when it’s impractical because children had less meat and nutrients in their body to properly feed a starving demon.

Was that why the demon attacked a classroom full of them? Sneak attacking one after they all dispersed wouldn’t have fed it enough so it decided to attack all of them like they were some sort of buffet laid out for it and not children who were only there at that time because their duties as students of their school dictated they must do their part to make sure the school was clean.

The thought of so much death made his mind swirl with memories of his late wife’s passing. She had gotten ill and never recovered. No medicine, bedrest or prayer to the gods had helped her and so she slowly passed away with her family surrounding her, Kyojuro, in tears and on the verge of breaking down and Senjuro simply being confused over what was wrong, innocently asking why everyone was crying over his mother going to sleep, not understanding that Ruka’s sleep would be permanent.

Alcohol had been his only escape from the hellscape that was a life without Ruka. He tried to be the dad she would’ve wanted for her boys but it never worked, he would always see her in them by simply looking into their eyes and how they resembled her in every way that mattered. He had resigned himself to the fact he would never be with them emotionally with how much of a wreck his own emotions were but he determined he could at least keep them alive in the cruel world they lived in.

So much for that…

Without much thought, he found himself back in his room with his bottles of alcohol laying at the side, waiting for him to grab one and empty in a few gulps. The temptation to down an entire bottle was strong and he had decided one bottle wouldn’t hurt…

The bottle was getting to his lips but then as quickly as he moved to down it, was placed back with the rest of them. Shinjuro wasn’t sure why he was expecting Senjuro to have a sort of sixth sense for when he was drinking but it was how their dynamic worked. He would get the urge to drink late at night and Senjuro would suddenly open the door to ask if he wanted to eat dinner or if he could help get a book from their library that he couldn’t reach yet with his small stature. It was almost comforting when Senjuro would bother him all the time, his mere presence reminding Shinjuro why he shouldn’t just end it to join the love of his life.

A wave of sickness hit him remembering what that wretched demon could’ve done to his boy.

Senjuro isn’t dead, he’s simply missing. Shinjuro repeatedly reminded himself. Ignoring the voice in his head telling him that the demon had devoured his son completely, uncaring over the fact this would leave the dead child with no body for his family to bury. No corpse to give a proper burial to for his family to mourn the twelve year old boy who had so much ahead of him. The crow said the corps was looking for him, perhaps he wasn’t able to get help from the corps because he collapsed from his injuries and stayed in the nearby village to recover and get better. It would explain the blood trail and why they couldn’t find him. He was laying in another’s house, wrapped up in bandages to stop his wounds from bleeding, patiently waiting for when he could be well enough to return home or writing a letter so someone from the village could walk to the Rengoku estate and tell him where his whereabouts were and why he was staying somewhere else rather than their home.

Feeling sure of his theory, the former pillar left his bedroom and took a walk in the garden area.

His son is fine. He’s just resting due to some severe but not fatal wounds with a doctor from the nearby village tending to his injuries so he can recover from the blood loss he experienced.

When he got home, perhaps Shinjuro would take over chores for a bit, stretch his legs out so Senjuro could recover from his injuries before he resumed his usual duties in the estate. Then again he doesn’t even know how to cook, he would need to hire servants for that given it was always Ruka or one of his boys who cooked their meals.

Maybe Kyojuro would even join in to help take care of his brother or take the duties of homemaker while Shinjuro nursed Senjuro. He wasn’t as knowledgeable as an actual doctor but basic medical knowledge is essential to even survive against enough demons to become a pillar. There’s no point in being able to slay a hundred demons if you’re left a mangled and devastated wreck, becoming a body only waiting for death’s cold embrace to free you from your injuries and pain.

At the thought of his days as a pillar, he was reminded that he would need to send a message back to the demon slayer corps.

Who would he address it to? Before he could recognize many of the crows of the demon slayer corps but only Kyojuro wrote to him anymore so he had no clue who the owner of the crow was.

(NEVER GOT AROUND TO WRITING THE TRANSITION FROM DENIAL TO MY SON IS GONE)

He wasn’t bothered by the loud clacking his sandals made as he rushed around the house, trying to find his long retired crow.

It had been almost a decade since he stopped using the bird and it was probably terribly out of shape but there wasn’t any time to wait for Kyojuro to come home. Pillar missions were never consistent in how long they took, ranging from a single day to an entire month. Senjuro could be reduced to a bloody mess during that time. He was young, defenseless and injured, a demon’s ideal snack. Every second he wasted finding that bird, another second Senjuro bled out from his injuries.

The crow appeared to be rather old now at this point and hadn’t worked in years, simply spending its days in the Rengoku estate, occasionally leaving for its own business and its eyes widened in surprise to see Shinjuro had visited it rather than Kyojuro or Senjuro, who were the ones that cared for it when Shinjuro stopped caring about it.

“I need you to send a message to Kyojuro, immediately. Tell him he needs to get home at once, Senjuro is missing.”

He snarled when he saw the crow was wasting time standing there in shock, snapping it out of its shock and it saluted before leaving to accomplish its first mission from Shinjuro since he retired.

Briefly resting his hand on his sword scabbard, he fastened the lock to the estate doors. It was time to find his son.

Notes:

The one who sent the crow was Ubuyashiki

The child who asked about Senjuro was a girl who had a mutual crush with Senjuro. Her name was Yuuka (She was created by @angstandhappiness Sorry for giving credit late, my bad)

I was thinking of including him breaking down and crying immediately but Shinjuro is the type of person to sit in denial till its essentially confirmed

#demon slayer #shinjuro rengoku #rengoku shinjuro #senjuro rengoku #rengoku senjuro #demon senjuro au

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honklore · 4 years ago

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Can you do headcanons for sapnap with a shy reader please?❤️💌

ALSO I LOVED LANDSLIDE IT CHANGED MY LIFE

shy!reader headcanons | sapnap

(gender neutral, non-au, this is less of a headcannon and more of a small story sorry about that)

listen to: georgia by vance joy

okay firstly to premise, i think sapnap is a pretty shy guy himself. he’s absolutely the guy who refuses to correct a waiter after they read their order back to him wrong

so he would get it. i don’t really think he would try to push you out of your comfort zone

lets say you guys met in a csgo lobby lol. sapnap was practicing before a stream, playing with strangers, and you popped up

and you didn’t speak for the first like. five rounds. you were AMAZING with last minute clutches but you never spoke so people just kind of assumed you didn’t have ur mic on

except one round, sapnap lost focus and nearly ruined the round, forgetting to call out his location for a cover

luckily you came in with the clutch and shot the enemy before they could get to sapnap, saving the round

and so while in the lobby, sapnap turns on his mic and just “[user], thanks for saving my ass out there.”

and your voice just comes through, a little clipped and very shy, “no problem,” before your mic is muted again

sapnap ends up saving ur gamer tag and inviting you whenever he needs someone to play with or fill a lobby

this turns into playing every day, and you guys become rlly good friends thru the screen. you both keep to yourselves for the most part, a strict csgo relationship if you will

and then sapnap is like. i rlly like them. i want to be their bestie.

so he asks if you want to play with him and his friends sometime, maybe in minecraft or jackbox

and you’re a little overwhelmed bc you know they have a decent online presence. but he’s nice to you and you don’t have many online friends so you say yes :)

and he’s like SO excited bc all of his friends are going to meet his new friend

only he’s been talking abt u to karl and dream and george and q for like. ages. since like. THE NIGHT he met u on csgo. (bc he’s a pisces and he gets v attached to anyone who breathes in his direction)

(i’m a pisces i can say it)

when you join the lobby (no one is streaming) he has the boys in a separate call to give him advice just in case he needs it

you don’t really speak unless spoken to, and when the boys get rlly loud they can kind of forget to include you

so sapnap always brings you back into the convo by asking you a question or making a quick joke

george in their chat: simp

you guys play jackbox, and you rlly like quiplash and survive the internet and others where you can just type

(and you’re really good at it like the boys think ur rly funny and clever)

but of course the boys want to play mad verse city, and you’re like,,, rlly nervous and don’t really want to rap,, so sapnap raps for you,, and he’s the loudest to hype you up after each of your verses

and you’d slowly get more comfortable with the boys. it’s easy to flow with them bc they’re so loud and obnoxious that you can mind your own business and still feel like part of their convos.

so anyways it’s months into your friendship, and sapnap has developed the fattest crush on you. if he’s not on call with the boys, he’s on call with you

chat knows about you bc sapnap always has you on his alt streams to talk and hang out with him. surprisingly, chat is very protective over you and cheer you on even if you’re on a different team than sap

i imagine sapnap gives you his minecraft info and lets you go around the dsmp the same way dream lets drista hang out with his info

just... a stream where he leads you around and just talks to you in vc while you share your screen with him,,, and chat is like. sapnap you are so in love.

you spend your time in the smp making a cottage and a house for yourself. you even tame a cat.

(it’s the first pet on the server that sapnap doesn’t try to kill. that’s how chat knows he’s in too deep.)

and the thing is,, he wants to ask u to be his s/o,, but you’re so shy that he has no idea how you feel about him

you’re not flirty and you’re friendly with everyone, so it’s hard to see any signs.

(sapnap is also just kinda dumb, bc he doesn’t realize that you only address him when you talk, you’re only comfortable in calls if he’s there too, you have made him a playlist called “sapnap <3”, you made him a flower garden in minecraft and literally mined netherite for him to return to when he came back on the server)

like sapnap is thinking on such a large scale that all of these little things you do don’t register as anything more than friendship

and he’s in call w the dteam one day and he’s just like “guys :/ idk if they like me :/”

dream calls him a dumbass

george hangs up

when george comes back, you join the call too, and sapnap can only assume george messaged you to join

“tell them, sapnap”

“george you’re such an idiot, y/n don’t listen to him we were just messing around.”

“okay,” you say. “but i’m here to talk if you ever need me.”

sapnap wants to burst because he likes you so much, he’s just so terrified of messing up what you guys have that he would rather stay silent

he doesn’t want to run you off, but he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t like you either

“can i call u?” he asks “without these two nimrods to hear us?”

you agree, and you start talking as soon as you two are in a separate call. “sap? are you okay? you’ve been acting weird lately.”

“i rlly like you,” he just blurts it out, because it’s the easiest way for him. he can’t take it back, but at least you know.

“oh,” you say, voice just as timid as it was that first csgo game ages ago. “i like u too”

cue blushy sapnap

always talks about you on stream. you don’t join streams too much bc they make you nervous, but you’re always talked about lol

sapnap will bring you up literally every day on twitter or smth

when the two of you finally meet in person, you’re both so shy that dream has to start the convos for the first hour or so

but once you get comfortable it’s like two long lost souls

you guys just fit

sapnap speaks up when you’re quiet, and vice versa

you guys get ur own shared mc server and sapnap kills mods while you plant flowers

you use your twitter to show off your builds and sapnap always retweets and hypes you up

he suggests you stream your builds but it’s something you just like to do on your own, so you decline. sometimes you’ll appear on his streams and give his chat a lil tour tho :’)

sapnap is pretty protective over you. he will fight anyone for u <3 that’s just how he is lmao.

you get along with everyone pretty well though, and sapnap fits in with your friends as well

it’s still mostly a long distance relationship, but the two of you are used to it so you make it work

and sapnap will correct a waiter if they get your order wrong. so, character development.

thanks for requesting and for liking landslide !!

#sapnap headcanons #sapnap x reader #mcyt headcanons #mcyt x reader

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koshicoast · 4 years ago

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A few shinkami headcannons because I love them more than anything

Shinsou has a growth spurt and practically towers over Denki by their second year (for all intents and purposes, Shinsou has always been in class 1A)

Denki grows a little bit but not that much, he’s not complaining though, he gets Shinsou to grab stuff on the top shelve for him or has him hang up posters in higher places in his room (the only downside is that he has to get on his tippy toes for kisses but usually Shinsou will just bend down like a good boyfriend)

They go on dates every Sunday, It’s their day and it doesn’t matter what they’re doing as long as it’s just the two of them

They could be studying or doing homework or exercising or anything really and they’ll call it a date

The rest of the class knows better than to try and contact either boy on Sunday

“Normies worship Jesus on Sunday but I worship Shinsou” - Denki, at one point in time

Shinsou loves playing with denki’s hair, he buys different kinds of hair clips just to put them in denki’s hair

he just likes how the colors pop out

He especially likes to see purple hair clips in denki’s hair

Tbh it doesn’t have to be hair clips, it could be a scrunchie or a rubber band or a headband; as long as it’s purple it does wonders to shinsou’s heart

Denki likes playing with shinsou’s hair too but more than that he likes seeing Shinsou in yellow clothing

Shinsou doesn’t wear bright colors a lot usually sticking with black or cool tone colors

But when he does wear yellow, Denki just gets all mushy no matter how small it is

It could be yellow earrings or socks or something and Denki will wear a love sick expression all day

Despite being in the hero course, Shinsou still gets incredibly insecure about his quirk and how some people only see him as a villain

Denki, without fail or hesitation, tells Shinsou what a great hero he’s gonna be, he talks about how Shinsou is gonna inspire a new wave of underground heroes and how he’s gonna be some kid’s Aizawa one day and how proud he is of him (The first time he said that, it makes Shinsou sob. It makes denki cry too bc he’s a sympathetic crier so they just lay in bed holding eachother)

He also tells Shinsou how no matter who’s the number one hero, Shinsou will always have first place in his heart. And that Shinsou is just as much as any other hero out there and even a little more because he’ll be underground

Denki just loves his boyfriend so much and whoever planted the idea that some quirks are just made for evil is going to get electrocuted >:(

Denki will also pepper Shinsou in kisses saying things like ‘you are so kind’ ‘you’re an amazing person’ ‘I love you so much’ ‘You’re my hero’ and just a bunch of stuff so by the end of their heart to heart Shinsou is feeling a lot better

Denki gets insecure about how ‘dumb’ he is and how he’ll probably just end up hurting civilians or himself before he hurts a villain

Shinsou hates how that’s how Denki views himself because Denki is one of the kindest people in the world and doesn’t even realize it like the first time Denki told him that insecurity, Shinsou looked at him and was like ‘are you..you’re serious? Denks, You’re one of the most clever people I know’

Whenever Denki mentions it, Shinsou he just squeezes the blonde and lets him cry out his frustrations before telling him that ‘he’s not an idiot or stupid and that it’s okay not to understand something as fast as others and that it’s okay to learn differently and it’s okay’ (Shinsou will always try not to cry but a few tears fall anyways bc he just wants denks to be happy without feeling like he’s a fuckup)

Shinsou never lets Denki call himself an idiot or stupid, even in a joking way.

They don’t fight a lot because of their personalities like

Denki is a people’s person and is really in tune with other’s emotions and by default is a pacifist unless otherwise

Shinsou isn’t a people’s person but he’s observant due to his quirk bc of how he’s been treated in the past, he’s also good at picking up on people’s body language

Most times it’s just small disagreements and even then they communicate the best they can and try to compromise

If that doesn’t work then they’ll give each other space so the disagreement won’t turn into something ugly

They’ve only fought once and it was the worst (and best) thing for them

The fight happened after a mock rescue mission goes wrong and there were weeks of stress and tension leading up to it

It was messy and bad like really bad

“I just don’t get why you have to run into danger!” Denki screamed. The whole dorm could probably hear them but he didn’t care, not when his boyfriend was looking at him like he just lost his mind.

It was supposed to be a simple training exercise. Simple. Go in, defeat villains, rescue the ‘hostages’. It was not that simple.

*insert how badly the mission went and Shinsou ran towards the danger to help or smth idk*

It gets pretty rough between the two of them because they’re both pretty emotional people

Shinsou thinks denki doesn’t want him to be a hero and denki thinks Shinsou doesn’t want to be with him

It’s a lot of insecurities + stress + yelling

Denki is the first one to break, he’s a lot more emotionally sensitive than Toshi and everything is just crashing down and he hates it

“Do you just not want to be with me?!” He cries, unable to keep the tears at bay any more. He hates arguing with people, especially when that person happens to be his boyfriend. He gets it, he does! Toshi is training to become a hero and so is he but that doesn’t make it easier. Doesnt stop the shot of fear whenever he watches the other get hurt, doesn’t stop the late night self deprecation, doesn’t stop the anxiety he gets whenever he sees Toshi run head first into danger.

But he gets it and somehow it’s a bitter realization.

Because Hitoshi’s priority is the job they signed up for and Denki’s is Hitoshi.

The fight ends with tears on both their parts and they call it a night, too tired to scream anymore

They sleep in their own rooms that night

The next morning they agree to take a break, not a full break up, but some time away. Space away from each other to prioritize and think.

(Now ive seen fanfics where everyone picks denki over Shinsou and i hate that so fuck you, class 1A are both their friends and they’re all family and try and to help each other I will die with that statement)

Surprisingly the two most helpful people are Bakugou and Kirishima

(Actually not that surprising, they’re the longest couple in the whole class, dating immediately after Kamino)

Bakugou and denki have a heart to heart

“You’re both dumbasses” Katsuki sighs heavy, passing another tissue over to the sobbing blonde. He’s not good at these kinds of things, but Kirishima told him he could help the electric blonde more than he could so here he is. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just cry?” He asks, not without a hint of worry though. He pretends to ignore it.

So denki tells him everything and his insecurities

Oh. Yeah, Kirishima was right.

“You think I’m an idiot” Denki mutters quietly, harshly rubbing his eyes.

“No” The older blonde shakes his head, plopping down on the bed next to the other. He doesn’t turn to meet yellow eyes, his own trained on the All Might poster hanging directly across from them. He feels Pikachu’s curious gaze on him so he decides to elaborate more, knowing the sooner he helps the sooner he doesn’t have to deal with this anymore. It’s totally not because he’s gotten soft. Absolutely not.

“Trust me, Zombie Eyes looks at you like you put the fucking stars in the sky. It’s disgusting to watch.” He crinkles his nose in disgust earning a small laugh. “People like him and I, we gotta work twice as hard. Not saying that no one else does but it’s different.” He stresses the last word. “People like Ei or Deku or even you, people already see you as good so all you gotta do is get stronger. They don’t question your character, your morals, they don’t look down on you for having a weakness. People like Zombie Eyes and I though?we gotta work hard just to prove that we’re good. That we were meant to become heroes. Every action we do is put under a microscope and analyzed.” He explains.

“We’re assholes by default, It’s how we were raised. Not saying it as an excuse though. He was in the shitty system and I had shitty parents, no adult taught us shit like love or how to properly deal with feelings.”

Stupid Deku tried with him but he didn’t even know how to deal with his own much less some angry blond kid’s.

He takes a deep breath, pushing back faint memories of his childhood. The younger hasn’t said a word but he can tell he’s listening so it’s fine. “We can’t just turn off how we are. If it’s frustrating for you and Ei, It’s worse for us. Like we know logically that we’re good people, that we changed but that’s now how our brain sees it. We push ourselves because that’s all we know how to do, it proves to us and everyone else that we bled for our spot here. That we made it. Having friends is hard because we compare ourselves to them and draw our own conclusions to their actions. Being nice? Our brain says it’s a trap. Showing some human fucking decency? Our shitty brain says it’s an act. Being in a relationship? Laughable. We’re just villains pretending to play heroes to everyone else.”

He takes another deep breath, forcing himself to look away from the poster, flashbacks to their first year briefly passing in his head. Okay yeah, not going down that route. He looks over, making eye contact. He wonders if this is how Kirishima feels whenever he’s trying to cheer him up. Wonders if it’s just as hard. This better be worth it, everyone has been miserable. (Shitty thing about having been through life and death situations together is that everyone has bonded and become close like a family so when one of them is sad it’s like everyone is fucking sad.) (He loathes it because even he gets worried.)

“But despite that he still loves you.” He says softly, almost whispering like he’s telling the other a secret. “Fights his demons to hold your hand and all that shit”

Shinsou loves him? Loves him?

“How do you.. how do you know?” Denki whispers, throat sore. “We fought so badly last night, we were screaming at eachother.”

“He treats you the same way I treat Ei.” He answers,

“He changed his priorities around to try and accommodate for another person in his life, you became more important than training or studying. He takes days off to be with you, cuts his studying short if you need a break. It might not seem much to others but for him that’s huge. He came in with this one track mind but then you came along and he scrambled to balance everything. And then you two got your shit together and started to go out and I’m pretty sure he got scared”

“Scared?” Denki asks, the thought almost funny to him.

“I did.” Bakugou admits as Denki’s eyes grow wide.

“I was petrified. When Ei started to become more important than hero work, I freaked. It’s not that loverboy is choosing being a hero over you, It’s because he doesn’t understand that he can have both. He thinks everything important is a choice- that if you want something you have to give something up. He chooses hero work and he loses you. He chooses you and he loses hero work.”

“But he’s not going to lose me or hero work”

“Kinda sounded like you did give him an ultimatum though”

The realization hits him like cold water.

Shinsou gets a similar talk with Kirishima

It helps, a lot

They don’t immediately go back to eachother, instead spending the week with their everyone else and just taking time for themselves

Shinsou knocks on Denki’s door Sunday morning and they finally talk things out

It’s also the first time they say ily!!

Anyways after that fight they work harder on communicating especially when it comes to things like hero work

It’s not perfect bc their dumb traumatized teens but they’re trying and they know their lil family will always be there

I haven’t slept but yes thanks for sticking around if you’re reading this

If ur interested in shinsou’s talk with Kirishima lmk

#shinkami headcannons #shinkami #drabble #snippets #shinsou x kaminari #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #denki kaminari #kaminari #my hero academia #kiribaku #Kirishima #bnha bakugou

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mortimer-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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Idk if this is a good prompt but im always a sucker for clothes swap fluff so 👉👈 smth with grillby wearing sans’ jacket maybe?

This is so freaking cute. I might have to write like, three alternate versions of this.

Once again, I think I strayed a bit from expectation writing this one. Also, it’s entirely off-season. And I think I got a bit sloppy at the end, so I apologize for that. If you can’t tell, I don’t think very highly of my own writing. In any case, here’s the one-shot that nearly turned into multiple chapters!

Grillby Looks Good In Blue

Word count: 4961 Summary: When it’s revealed that Grillby doesn’t have a Halloween costume, Frisk comes up with a great idea.

Grillby had never been particularly festive. Even after opening his new bar on the surface, the ‘holiday spirit’ people talked about continued to elude him. The older members of his family didn’t celebrate many holidays, and what celebrations they did have were never more than another family gathering. He enjoyed them, of course. Any opportunity to see his brothers and niece was a welcome one! But he’d never decorated his bar or hosted any sort of seasonally themed party. So, when he learned about the human holiday of ‘Halloween’, he didn’t plan to come up with a costume.

(He planned to close early and hand out candy, of course. He had a soft spot for children.)

The night before Halloween, Grillby’s bar was lively with excited monsters and humans alike. The anticipation for the big night was palpable as people chattered among themselves, talking about their costumes, the best places to get candy, and parties that were going to be held. The sun had only just started to set when the bell above the door rang, a familiar family of monsters entering with a single human child.

“Welcome back,�� Grillby greeted with a small smile. The whole gang was there- Toriel, Frisk, Alphys, Undyne, Papyrus, Sans… even Asgore was there. Sans and Frisk made a beeline for the bar while the rest of the group discussed seating arrangements. Grillby started pouring a glass of apple juice for Frisk automatically, placing it in front of them as the child struggled up onto a barstool. “It’s good to see you all again. What’s the occasion?”

Sans shrugged and hopped up into his usual seat. “Well, we’re gonna have a little All Hallows Eve Eve party while we put the finishing touches on everyone’s costumes. Thought that since we’re all here, it’d be nice to go out to eat together. It was mostly Frisk’s idea.”

Grillby chuckled. “Well, I think it was an excellent idea. Now, what can I get the two of you started with?”

The night wore on with plenty of food, drinks, and laughter as everyone caught up with each other. Frisk and Sans went back to sit with the others during dinner, but when it was time for dessert, Frisk was right back up at the bar to talk with Grillby. They were excited to tell him about their costume. “Guess what I’m going as for Halloween!” they demanded, bouncing on their stool.

Grillby set a piece of cake in front of Frisk as he carefully monitored the stool’s stability. “I don’t know, what?”

“Nooooo,” Frisk whined, “That’s not how it works! You have to guess!”

“Alright, alright.” He pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin. “You’re going to be… adorable,” he teased, ruffling their hair.

Frisk laughed, pushing his hand away. “No, I’m not! I’m going to be scary!”

Grillby shook his head. “Forgive me for being unable to imagine that. What scary thing are you going as, then?”

Frisk was unable to contain their excitement any longer, jumping up on the stool. “I’m going to be a zombie!” they yelled. As they did, the stool teetered beneath them.

Ding! You’re blue now!

Grillby had reached out and grabbed Frisk by the shoulders at the same time Sans turned them blue and levitated them, the unbalanced stool the child was sitting on hitting the floor. Sans walked up to the bar and righted the stool, chuckling as he found a seat of his own. “Careful, kid. Don’t want you partying too hard now.”

Frisk gave both of them a sheepish grin as they were set back on their stool, looking up at Grillby. “Sorry. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m going to be a zombie for Halloween. It was Sans’s idea!” They shoveled a big bite of chocolate cake in their mouth as they looked at the skeleton.

“Yeah,” Sans said with a shrug. “I mean, a supernatural being that keeps coming back to life no matter how many times you’ve killed it? It seems appropriate.”

Grillby wasn’t sure what Sans meant by that, but at that point, he was used to it enough to not bother asking. He turned to Frisk and poured them a glass of milk to go with their dessert. “Well, make sure Sans sends me a picture. I’m sure it will look great.”

Frisk nodded eagerly, taking the glass of milk and drinking half of it in one go. Grillby offered them a napkin before they could wipe their mouth on their sleeve. Frisk took it, scrubbing at their face and smiling up at him. “So,” they asked, “What’s your Halloween costume gonna be?”

“Oh, I’m not really doing anything for Halloween,” Grillby responded as he moved to wipe some crumbs from his bar. “I will be handing out candy, though, if you’d like to stop by.”

“You don’t have a costume?!” Apparently, in Frisk’s mind, this was a horrible tragedy. “But everyone put a costume together! Even Sans made one!”

Papyrus, overhearing this, looked up from where he’d been enjoying a plate of pasta with chocolate sauce. “Wait, Sans, you actually made a costume?! I thought you said you were just going to buy one!”

Sans shrugged. “Yeah, well, everyone else was making their own. Besides, the costume I came up with is a piece of art. You can’t get that at a store.”

Frisk didn’t look impressed. “Sans, your costume is literally a shirt with the word ‘life’ written on it and a bowl of lemon drops.”

“Well, I didn’t really have much to work with. You know what they say- when life gives you lemons…”

Papyrus groaned. “SANS THAT DOESN’T COUNT AS A COSTUME AT ALL!”

Grillby chuckled from behind the bar, fond. “I think it sounds very you, Sans.”

Sans grinned up at him. “Heh, at least someone appreciates my talents. Anyway, Grillbz, the kid is right. It’s our first Halloween on the surface. You gotta do something more than just hand out candy.”

Apparently, everyone was listening at that point, because that was when Alphys stood up. “O-Oh! If, um, if you still n-need a costume, I, uh… w-well I have some material l-leftover from making mine and Undyne’s! I’m sure we can- um- c-come up with some ideas, haha…”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Toriel chimed in. “You should join us for our costume-making party tonight, Grillby. Then you can accompany Frisk with us for trick-or-treating.”

Grillby adjusted his glasses, a bit flustered by all the sudden attention. “I-i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Undyne laughed, getting up. “Too late, fire dude! If Frisk says you need a costume, then that’s that. Now let’s close this joint and get going already!”

As Undyne and Papyrus began rounding people up and making them go home so Grillby could close the bar, the fire monster chuckled to himself. Maybe, just this once, he could have a little more fun with a holiday.

It felt odd, being in Toriel’s house. Grillby considered the others his friends, but he’d never actually hung out with any of them outside the bar before. Everyone was gathered in the living room, where multiple old bedsheets had been spread on the floor and furniture. The group spread out around the living room as they helped each put finishing touches on their designs with hot glue and paint. “The bedsheets are a clever idea,” Grillby commented lightly as he took a cup of tea from Toriel (he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he usually didn’t drink tea. It was basically just hot flavored water).

The motherly monster smiled, sitting in an armchair and watching the scene in front of her with a fond look in her eye. “Dr. Alphys suggested it. She’s very good at arts and crafts!”

“Speaking of arts and crafts,” Sans interjected from his spot on the couch, “It’s time to figure out what Grillby’s costume is going to be.”

Alphys had a lot of ideas. “Oh! Y-you could go as a gender-bent v-version of Sailor Mars! Or maybe, um, if you c-can burn blue for- for the evening you could go a-a-as Rin Okumura from Blue Exorcist! Oh, I b-bet you could m-make a great Kyoya! Uh, from O-ouran Highschool Host Club?”

...Grillby didn’t understand what she said, but was flattered anyway. Kind of.

Sans decided to step in and rescue Grillby before Alphys put him in cat ears. “While those are all good ideas,” he said thoughtfully, “Maybe we should think of something that we can, y’know, throw together overnight? Plus I’m pretty sure all those characters wear like fancy clothes and stuff. That’s what Grillby wears already. Hardly counts as a costume.”

Papyrus stood up specifically so he could put his hands on his hips. “Well the whole point of a costume is to dress up for the evening! What is Grillby supposed to do? Dress down?”

That gave Frisk an idea. They got up, walking over to Grillby and pulling on his arms to make him stand up. “Come here for a second!” Then, they went and grabbed Sans, pulling him to stand next to Grillby. Frisk took a couple of steps back, rubbing their chin in thought as they inspected the two side-by-side. Apparently, they liked what they saw, because they smiled. “Hey Sans, do you mind if I change your costume a bit?”

“Uhhh, what are we talking about when we say ‘a bit’?” Sans asked, unsure of where Frisk was going with this.

Alphys seemed to catch on, because anyone who has read lots and lots of fanfiction can guess where this is going. “Ohhhh, that’s g-genius, Frisk! But, u-um, Grillby’s a lot taller than Sans.”

Frisk’s smile only widened, the plan coming together in their mind. “Sans’s jacket is big enough! And I’m sure we can find him a white T-shirt that’s big enough!”

The skeleton waved a hand at them, interrupting. “Sans’s jacket is big enough for what?”

Frisk and Alphys shared a mischievous look. Sans looked up at Grillby (who was still confused and clueless) and came to a terrible realization.

He was going to have to tie his shoes for once.

“Do I really have to keep the shirt tucked in?”

“Yes! Grillby always has his shirt tucked in!”

“A-and don’t- don’t slouch. You have to, um, g-get into character!”

“When did this go from a Halloween costume to full-on cosplay?”

Sans tugged at his suspenders as he inspected the completed outfit. Somehow, Frisk and Alphys had managed to find a white button-up, dress pants, and dress shoes to fit Sans. Grillby’s suspenders could be adjusted down to fit Sans, and bowties tended to be one-size-fits-all, so Sans got to wear the real deal in those departments. Finally, Toriel had taken the lenses out of an old pair of reading glasses she didn’t use and set the frames on Sans’s skull (Frisk taped the sides since Sans didn’t have ears).

The skeleton couldn’t help chuckling. “Man, no wonder Grillby is pretty fit. Getting dressed in this stuff is a whole workout.” It didn’t look bad, though. He glanced upstairs, where Papyrus and Toriel had whisked Grillby away for his ‘transformation’. Sans had already managed to get fully dressed, and his usual outfit was way simpler than Grillby’s. What was taking so long?

The others seemingly had the same thought. Undyne crossed her arms, walking to the base of the stairs. “HEY PAPYRUS! WHAT’S THE HOLD UP?!” she yelled through the house.

Papyrus cracked the door to Toriel’s room open for a moment. “JUST BE PATIENT, UNDYNE!”

Toriel pushed the door the rest of the way open, sighing. “Please, both of you, no shouting in the house. We… had a minor issue with finding a T-shirt, is all. Grillby is changing in my bathroom, he’ll be down in a moment.”

Just then, Papyrus spotted Sans, eyesockets widening. “OH MY GOD! Sans, you actually have style for once!”

“Heh, thanks, I guess…” Sans felt nervous, for some reason. What if Grillby thought he looked dumb? What if Grillby got really uncomfortable with this idea? What if he got mad? Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to force him to-

The door to Toriel’s room opened again, a warm light filling the hall. If Sans could have blushed, he would have.

Sans’s shorts were wide enough around the waist to fit Grillby, although they didn’t quite go down to his knees. The old white shirt Toriel had found him was a bit more form-fitting than the ones Sans usually wore, clinging near his waist and the center of his chest. Amusingly, Sans’s slippers were a bit too big on the fire monster, if the way he had to shuffle in them to get them to stay on was any indication. What got Sans, though, was the jacket.

Sans’s hoodie fit Grillby perfectly.

Grillby had shot Papyrus a questioning look when he was handed Sans’s jacket, still unsure about the whole thing. “Will this even fit me?” he asked skeptically. “I’m quite a bit taller than Sans.”

“Well, it’s very big on Sans,” Toriel pointed out. “Just try it on. I’m sure we can go find a cheap blue hoodie in the morning to complete the look if that doesn’t fit.”

Papyrus nodded. “Or if it smells too much like ketchup for you to bear!”

The bartender still wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t hurt to just try it on, right? Blushing a bit under the attention the other two were giving him, he shrugged on the blue jacket. Papyrus was right, it did smell a little like ketchup. But…

As the weight of the fabric settled around his shoulders, something in Grillby relaxed. The fabric that lined the inside of Sans’s jacket was surprisingly soft, and the sleeves were just long enough that if Grillby wanted to, he could pull them over his hands. The fire monster’s face grew hotter, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks. He was wearing Sans’s clothes. He was wearing Sans’s jacket. He wrapped his arms around himself without thinking, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, he found that Toriel and Papyrus were both staring at him. He shifted a bit, fiddling with the hoodie strings. “...wh-what? Is something wrong?”

After a long moment, Toriel smiled, raising a hand to her mouth in an attempt to hold back laughter. Papyrus tilted his head, entirely bemused. “Grillby, why did you turn blue? Is it that overwhelming? I told Sans he needed to wash that old thing more often!”

Toriel lost her composure, laughing softly. “That’s not what it means when a fire monster turns blue, Papyrus.”

“W-wait, I’m what-?!” Grillby ran back into Toriel’s bathroom. Sure enough, the blush on his cheeks had turned a vibrant blue, along with some of the flames that made up his hair. “Oh. Oh no.”

“‘Oh no’ what?! I don’t understand! Ms. Toriel, why are you laughing?!” Papyrus frowned, unhappy at being left out of the loop.

Toriel was all too happy to clarify. “Fire monsters blush differently than other monsters. The flames that make up their faces change temperature depending on the emotion. When they’re embarrassed, they may turn red. When flustered, a brighter orange. The most dazzling display, though, is when a fire monster is-”

“You can’t tell Sans!” Grillby suddenly cried out, nearly shouting it. He went back into the bedroom, willing himself to calm down. “Fuck, I can’t let him see me like this…!”

Toriel decided to let the language slide, focusing on calming Grillby down. “It’s alright,” she said soothingly, “We won’t tell him. You should tell him yourself.”

Grillby shook his head. “No, no no no no no. Sans can’t know about this. It’s entirely inappropriate, and it would ruin everything we already have-”

Toriel held up a hand to stop him. She tilted her head a bit, concerned. “Now why would it be inappropriate? You’re adults. If you both consent to a relationship, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Don’t phrase it like that,” Grillby groaned. “It’s- I’m a fire elemental and he’s a skeleton. We’re not going to be compatible.”

Toriel frowned at that. “Now that’s an outdated mindset and you know it,” she huffed. “You like him, don’t you? I’m sure even if he didn’t like you that way, you could still be friends after telling him.”

“Like him in what way?!?!” The Great Papyrus interrupted, starting to get irritated that the author seemed to keep forgetting he was there.

Toriel looked at Papyrus, then sighed, smiling a bit as she looked back at Grillby. Grillby groaned again, hanging his head in defeat. “Fire monsters turn blue,” he mumbled, “When they’re in love.”

Papyrus took a moment to process that. Grillby was in love… he’d turned blue when he put Sans’s jacket on… Oh! The pieces clicked in his skull. “HOLY FU-”

“LANGUAGE!”

Grillby took a deep breath as he walked down the stairs, trying to stay calm and, more importantly, stay cold. Sans would probably say I just need to ‘chill out’. Or be ‘cool’, Grillby thought to himself, his awkward smile becoming a bit more genuine in amusement. He stepped into the living room, holding his arms out in a sort of ‘Ta-da!’ motion. Frisk started clapping while Alphys took pictures, both of them far more excited about the outfit change than they should have been.

“Well if it isn’t the ‘hottest’ new fashion trend, Grillby casual.”

Sans caught Grillby’s attention, the fire monster turning to look at him. “Ha, funny, Sans,” is what he said on the outside. On the inside, he was screaming. Stay chill stay chill stay chill stay chill god damn it now that terrible joke is stuck in my head holy shit just stay chill!

“Y-you look nice,” Grillby managed to stammer out. “I never thought I’d see you wear a tie that wasn’t printed on the shirt.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sans replied with a wink. “So I guess it’s decided then? We’re going as each other for Halloween?”

Grillby nodded, barely trusting himself to speak. “I suppose so…”

Frisk jumped up on the couch. “WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE TO GO TRICK OR TREATING WITH US!!”

The next several minutes were filled with Toriel lecturing Frisk about jumping on furniture and yelling in the house.

The next day, the whole group met at Grillby’s to get ready, taking advantage of the fact that the restaurant had a total of four bathroom stalls. Grillby volunteered to put his costume on last, soul thrumming with anxiety. He was sure that the evening was going to be the hardest evening of his life (oh, the things he put himself through for Frisk’s sake).

Grillby was far from unaware of his feelings for Sans. He’d had a bit of a crush for a long time, and in the time since they’d been released from the Underground, that affection had only grown. There was just something about the skeleton that made him want to sit and talk with him forever. It would never work out, though. Relationships were complicated, and Grillby didn’t want to mess up what he already had. If he made a move and it didn’t work out, it would be hard to go back to just being friends. Needless to say, Sans’s new ability to turn Grillby’s flames blue without even being in the room was a huge problem.

“Hey fire dude, your turn!” Undyne pulled Grillby from his thoughts, thrusting the bartender’s costume into his arms. “Hurry up and get changed! It’s almost time to get going!”

Grillby nodded, a bit overwhelmed all of a sudden. “R-right. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He took his time getting dressed, carefully monitoring his temperature. For the most part, he was fine. He could forget that he was dressed as his favorite skeleton, even be amused by it. There was no problem at all… until he got to the jacket.

Slipping on Sans’s hoodie, Grillby felt his temperature immediately rise. He was never cold, but he could still appreciate that the jacket was comfortably warm. Between the smell and the weight, if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine Sans had his arms around him.

Oh god, there was no way he was going to make it through this night.

Cautiously stepping out of the bathroom stall, Grillby looked in the mirror and confirmed what he already suspected. That bright blue tint had returned to his face. He took a deep breath, willing it away, but some of the flames that formed his hair and cheeks wouldn’t cool off. The traitorous streaks of heat flickered and Grillby felt like he was being mocked.

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and Grillby panicked, pulling up the hood of the and ducking his head to hide his face. Glancing to the side, he wanted to scream. Of course, it was Sans.

Sans looked worried, dress shoes clicking on the tile floor as he walked over. “You okay, Grillbz? You’ve been in here for a while. I was starting to get worried.”

“I-i’m fine,” Grillby stammered, turning to look at the wall, the counter, anywhere but at Sans. “I’m just nervous. It’s the first time I’ve participated in something like this.”

Sans chuckled, a gentle sound that soothed some of Grillby’s nerves. “C’mon, you can’t mess up Halloween. Just ‘chill’ out and enjoy yourself.”

Sans was right. There wasn’t any reason to be this worked up. So long as he focused on the festivities, Grillby didn’t run any risk of being flustered again. “Alright. I’ll be out in a moment.” He straightened up, looking in the mirror again and sighing in relief. For now, the blush was gone.

Later that evening, the Halloween festivities were in full swing. Monster and human children alike were wandering up and down the streets with their parents, laughing and playing as their buckets and bags slowly filled with sweets. Frisk insisted on dragging as many people as they could up to each door with them, insisting that, “Larger groups of people get more candy!”

Of course, being a pretty big group of monsters, they couldn’t all fit on a doorstep at once. Instead, they all took turns. Two people would go with Frisk at a time, and the rest of them would just wave from the street.

Sans put his hands in his pockets as he watched Grillby and Asgore walk Frisk to the door of the next house, chuckling a bit as the former king stopped to admire the flowerbeds. His gaze drifted to Grillby. He’d been worried that the bartender would feel a little out of place, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, holding Frisk’s hand as the child cheered, “Trick or treat!”

The couple at the door stopped to ask about their costumes like any other house, putting a few pieces of candy in Frisk’s bag. Sans couldn’t hear what was said, but when Grillby explained his costume, whatever the couple said made him laugh. Sans smiled to himself, fond.

Undyne elbowed Sans, arching an eyebrow at him. “Dude, you’re staring again.”

Sans rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, well, he’s being really cute. Besides, anyone could appreciate a guy that hot.”

Undyne groaned. “Okay, but being serious, why don’t you just talk to him already? The guy obviously has a thing for you. Nobody would let you rack up a tab like yours if they didn’t want to cook for you all the time.”

“I know,” Sans admitted, “But he can be kinda shy. I don’t wanna scare him off by making the first move.”

She just rolled her eyes. “If he’s shy, he’s never gonna confess to you. Just go for it, man!”

Sans looked back at Grillby. In the time they’d been talking, the fire monster had picked Frisk up and put them on his shoulders, smiling as Frisk declared which house they should go to next. He was so good with the kid. He let Frisk hang out at the bar after school all the time, and he’d even helped them with their homework once or twice. The bartender was one of the sweetest guys Sans had ever met. How could the skeleton not like him? And Sans had to admit, he was getting a little impatient. “You know what? Fine,” he said, looking back at Undyne. “I’m gonna tell him.”

Undyne looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yup.”

“Tonight?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my god.” Undyne whipped out her phone, pulling up her camera. “Fucking finally. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Alphys! Alphys, it’s finally happening, come help me film this!”

Sans laughed, pulling his hands out of his pockets to fidget with his suspenders. “Thanks for the enthusiasm, but this is something I kinda want to do alone? Grillby’s a private guy. You’ll make him nervous.”

Undyne groaned. “Fine, but you better tell me how it goes!”

Sans gave her a thumbs-up. “Sure thing, captain.”

“I mean it!” she emphasized, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I want every detail.”

Sans chuckled. “I’ll make sure to ‘burn’ the moment in my memory. Now get out of here, they’re coming back.”

Grillby and Asgore rejoined the group, Grillby handing Frisk off to Toriel. “I believe it’s your turn, You Majesty.”

Toriel smiled a bit. “Now what have I told you about that? It’s just Toriel now.” She turned to the others. “Sans? Would you like to come as well?”

“I’ll c-come!” Alphys quickly interjected. “We sh-should all go! Except Sans and Grillby! G-Grillby just went, and, u-um… Sans, well…”

“I’m too lazy to go all the way up to the door,” Sans finished for her. “I’ll hang back here with Grillby. You all go on ahead.”

Toriel tilted her head, trying to figure out what Sans was planning before understanding hit her. She smiled a bit and nodded. “Alright, you two. Don’t fall too far behind.”

“This won’t take very long,” Sans assured her, waving them off. Frisk lead the way, and pretty soon it was just Sans and Grillby, walking side by side in the cool autumn evening.

Grillby adjusted his glasses, glancing curiously at Sans. “...alright. What is this all about? I can tell you’re plotting something.”

Sans chuckled. “Yeah, you’ve always been able to read me pretty well.” And somehow the bartender was still totally oblivious. “I just wanted to talk with you for a minute. Just you and me.” He stopped walking, looking Grillby up and down. “...y’know, you don’t look half bad in my jacket.”

Oh god. The fear of blushing and tipping Sans off returned at full force, Grillby swallowing hard. “Th-thank you? Um, I think you look nice, too. Dressed up, I mean.”

“Eh, you pull it off better.” Sans shrugged. “You know, you’ve been kinda quiet this evening. You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” Grillby answered too quickly. He’d honestly been avoiding talking to Sans too much. Sans was far too good at flustering him and making him laugh. “Why do you ask?”

Sans huffed, fond as he tilted his head. “Well, I’ve been thinking. Hanging out with everybody is great and all, but I’d kinda like to spend more time with just you, y’know?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a little nervous. He didn’t want to make Grillby uncomfortable by being too direct, but he couldn’t be too subtle. Otherwise, it would go over the fire monster’s head. He took a deep breath and braced himself. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go get breakfast or something sometime?”

Grillby nearly choked. What was Sans trying to say? Surely he wasn’t asking what Grillby wanted him to thought he might be asking. He felt his temperature rise without his permission and reflectively pulled up the hood of the jacket, covering his face with his sleeves. If anything, remembering that he was hiding in Sans’s jacket just made it worse. He tried to say something, but to his dismay, all he could get out was a flustered squeak.

That was about the reaction Sans was expecting. “Grillby? You okay?” Sans asked gently. He stepped closer, trying to move into the bartender’s field of vision.

“F-f-fine…!” Grillby managed. He was dead. He was going to die. This was a disaster.

“Heh, sure,” Sans mumbled, giving him a small smile. “Alright, if you’re gonna be shy about it, let’s try this a different way.” The skeleton reached up and gently took Grillby’s hands in his own, pulling them away. Grillby’s face was burning with beautiful shades of red, orange, and blue, all mixing together. Sans chuckled a bit, putting his hands on the bartender’s shoulders and making him lean over. “Come here, you dork.” He stood up on his toes, pulling the fire monster’s hood down as he did.

The light show when Sans kissed him was spectacular.

Papyrus, who had been watching the whole time, jumped out of the bushes. “OH MY GOD, SANS!” He was shortly followed by Undyne, Alphys, and Frisk, who were all rewatching the scene from Frisk’s phone.

“That was s-so cute!” Alphys gushed. “You’re so adorable t-together! I think it’s my new OTP.”

Grillby groaned, covering his face with one hand as Sans laughed. “I hate all of you.” He stopped as a hand slipped into his own, looking down at Sans.

Sans smiled up at him, still chuckling a bit. His gaze softened a bit as he ran his thumb over Grillby’s knuckles. “So,” he said quietly, “What do you say, firefly? Coffee this Saturday.”

Grillby smiled, finally letting himself blush without panicking. He laced their fingers together and gave the skeleton a gentle nod. “That sounds lovely.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! If you did, consider leaving me a comment to tell me your favorite part. If you want to send me a prompt, my asks are open!

#dustywrites #sans #grillby #undertale #undertale fic #oneshot #ask answered #sans undertale #grillby undertale #sans x grillby #sansby #fluff fic #this got so long #and i wrote most of it past midnight

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lover-of-trash-and-people · 4 years ago

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netflix shadow and bone s1 e5 pt 1: pre-darklina peak (spoilers for the entire grishaverse) im doing three parts for this episode because i want to

ooh i see you ravkan double eagle oh shit malyen (also archie addressed the plot armour in smth I can't remember what and tried to frame it in a 'he can walk anything off' way) everything's just so pretty to look at oof Jesper and Inej's little eye rolls when the palace oprichniki checking them in says no guns, no knives do I think kaz blending into the oprichniki could have been done in a more clever manner? maybe okay seeing Alina bonding with the other grisha is so cute why did I just realise genya saying 'they need you for the kefta' to marie was foreshadowing good god do I love how Genya's tailoring is depicted in the series genyalina's at it again, with their adorable dynamic the implications towards Genya's situation feel both too much and too little, in my opinion (I will elaborate if asked) Genya's sad little eyebrow twitch when Alina says 'I've always wanted to (...) visit the library at the University of Ketterdam' </3 I've been thinking a lot about Alina's 'ive never really liked farms' as of late 'Powerful men' yeah break my heart why don't you Genya? Leigh really put Genya through the grinder before the series and throughout, she makes me so fucking sad omg I fucking forgot about genyadavid time, I'm hyped Genya immediately being shooketh as he enters and David straightening himself as Genya says expert resident fabrikator Genya following him with her eyes 'They're lovely!' 'Ingenious!' Genya, you simp, you Yes Alina let's go, come into your power 'see you at the fete' David turning and lingering and looking to his side and shutting the door behind himself in nervousness fucking cute as fuck genyalina stawp being cute omg I love them focussing on Kaz's limp at least a little bit (but then again, I'm able bodied, so I can't really tell if they're being um disingenuous) I love the addition of the changing room being fabrikator locked, although I would have liked a little jesper hint with the crows maybe Kaz's eyes narrowing as he takes note of the two keftas behind Marie (we love a good wink wink nudge nudge) okay jesper icon Also AMITA SUMAN'S WORKOUT REGIMEN MA'AM SHE'S SO COOL The Inej Jesper dynamic, that's it Kit Young, the man and the legend A REFERENCE TO BUTTER WEEK, you cuties Alina saying 'or a hat' hits different when you know Jessie asked for a top hat on a birthday and got it and wore it outside a lot (I love her so much) Genya asking Alina 'where did you learn to be so commanding' excuse me show, did you not show me Alina being commanding towards the grisha/oprichniki because I think that's rude The fact that the troupe having the Alina and the volcra act in it is hinted at when the crows first show up in Kribirsk, god I love this show the entire scene with the genyalina dynamic, the Alina play, Jesper finding out about Alina being Alina, Fedyor imitating Ivan and then calling him his better half, absolute perfection Malyen, you adorable himbo Mal's commander smiling at Mal saying 'I should be the one to deliver the news to her... To him. To General Kirigan.' malyen you little idiotic little baby boy nvm I'm happy enough at the wink wink nudge nudge of Jesper saying is there no way to... pick the lock? Arken didn't even see this door, how tf does he know? It was too easy and that made me very slightly disappointed Kaz saying Arken grabs the target is what made me sure Arken was sus and Kaz knew Also the fucking score 🤌🏽 chef's kiss Inej going 'we are?' eyebrow raise at lynx flush and Jesper merely shrugging is again a great way to highlight their differences

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hexhealed · 4 years ago

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˗ ˏ ˋ ( kristine froseth, twenty-one, cis woman, she / her ) — is that ANDROMEDA BLACK just saw in the courtyard? i hear they’re a SLYTHERIN, returning for their SIXTH school year, but something more juicy is them being ENTERPRISING & THOUGHTFUL as well as DETACHED & CONFLICTED. if you want some more details on them, i guess i could tell you that they’re PUREBLOOD, and from the rumors i heard, they’re currently allying with THE NEUTRALS. personally, i think they remind of: solemn family portraits lining a darkened hall, puppet pulling at her strings, archaic tomes precariously stacked, aristocratic nose to the grindstone, the sweet sting of venom, honey, & healing. but that might be just me. — ( kit, she / they, 23 ) ˎˊ ˗

TW — unhealthy family dynamics, emotional abuse / neglect, v. vague allusions to mental health issues.

basics ,

full name. andromeda cygnella black. known as. andromeda, andie. age / date of birth. twenty-one / april 2nd, 1960. year. sixth year. blood status. pureblood. house. slytherin. alliance. neutral. gender / pronouns. cis woman, she / her. orientation. bisexual, biromantic, grey-ace. extracurriculars. chaser for the slytherin quidditch team; member of the herbology, potions, slug, and occamy dueling clubs; hospital wing volunteer. additional stats. click here.

early life ,

andromeda is born a mere few months after bellatrix, and is instantly her mother’s darling. for a long time, she doesn’t question — doesn’t even truly comprehend — the way her mother favors her, desperate as she is for her parents’ approval. they are exacting, demanding, withholding; they praise one daughter or another, it seems, only to shame the other two in their failures.

andie takes what she can get, where she can get it, for as long as she can, letting her parents pit her against her sisters in a constant battle for attention, affection, and approval. but it’s a battle she starts to lose, middle child that she is. despite all andromeda’s efforts, it seems being perfect comes as naturally as breathing to little narcissa, and druella redirects her favoritism towards her youngest daughter. and while bella is at a disadvantage, she makes up for it in sheer willpower; she turns herself into their father’s perfect slytherin heir, what andie was supposed to be. ( note, of course, that this is how andie experiences this; the truth is that each sister was of course neglected and traumatized in their own way ! )

for most of her early childhood, andie doesn’t really question the world she lives in; doesn’t think too hard about the wealth, the blood purity, the high society circles in which her family moves. it is as natural as the air around her. yet she manages nonetheless to ruffle feathers, draw suspicion. at age six she questions innocently why uncle marius has been cursed from the family tree; the answer horrifies her, though she tries to hide it, saying nothing and staying up late at night wondering if her parents would ever disown her for something like that.

( ..... will probably add some more once i’ve sorted some more black sisters plots ? )

she really enjoys quidditch and plays whenever she can find an opponent ( bella doesn’t care for the sport, and lets her know as much. ) it’s not a ladylike pursuit, her mother reminds her, but at least her father approves. at first, it’s only the children of her parents’ friends, all pureblood, all high-society, but as one by one they start going off to hogwarts, andie needs to find herself new friends. this is how she takes her first steps out of her ignorance, more interested in finding playmates than purebloods; but the common little muggleborn derisions that are the black family bread and butter do not do well among her new friends, and she starts realizing for the first time the unkindness of her family’s beliefs.

this is where the split starts, between andie and andromeda black, because whatever she is, she must be hidden; she leaves the façade of andromeda standing as she carefully slips out from behind it, and no one is much the wiser.

hogwarts ,

to finally go to hogwarts is a relief for andie. it offers an escape out of the stifling environment and the constant disapproval of her parents; at the same time, though, it gives her every opportunity to impress them. and she still wants to, especially following in bella’s footsteps; she’s always admired her older sister, always wanted to be just as clever, just as talented, just as capable. it’s this burning desire to be valued that has the sorting hat deciding, after just a few moments, to place her in slytherin.

and so without realizing she slips back, subsumed once more into pureblood ideology, so much stronger when impressed by her peers; it’s much easier to dismiss her parents as outdated, and keep her mouth shut, than it is to disagree with the cool upper years, especially when they are conspicuously nice to her.

as time passes, though, she slowly becomes something else other than bella’s little sister, expanding her horizons at last somewhat. she excels academically, as is expected of her — cygnus and druella would not suffer their children to enter school unprepared — and joins the potions and herbology clubs, spending less and less time in the slytherin common room. hoping to play quidditch, she tries out her first year but fails; in her second year, she secures a spot as a chaser.

her year three electives become something of a bone of contention over the preceding summer; alongside arithmancy, andie signs up for muggle studies. her family disapproves. she has to assure them it’s a purely academic pursuit, that she’s only curious but never sympathetic — and she doubts whether they’re convinced.

she’s still trying to be and seem apolitical, trying to toe the line, but with each passing year she finds it less and less sustainable. once, she might have been ignorant, simply might not have known better; now, she knows better, and she’s just a coward. at this point she can see straight through her family’s pureblood supremacy. but then, as much as it turns her stomach, they are her family. she loves them. and more than that, she fears them.

so to assuage her guilt andie simply overworks herself. ( can’t feel guilty if you’re too tired ! ) between club meetings, quidditch practices, and homework, she’s overworked as it is, but when her potions professor approaches and suggests, given her skill, she may be helpful to madam pomfrey in the hospital wing, she cannot refuse. it’s simple work, preparing ingredients, cleaning, changing sheets, but she finds it oddly rewarding.

in her o.w.l. consultations, andromeda decides to pursue healing; she’s fascinated by magical medicine, and fantasizes about doing research and experimental magic, about pushing boundaries. but her parents would be happier if she simply said she wanted to be a st. mungo’s healer, so that’s what she says. the christmas holidays in her fifth year are the first holidays she chooses to stay at hogwarts; she tells her parents she simply must, that between her clubs, quidditch, and o.w.l.s she’s much too busy for a holiday. truth is, she simply dreads spending two weeks alone with her family.

she excels at her o.w.l.s, but it doesn’t leave her feeling proud, just relieved that she won’t have to face her parents empty-handed. the idea of spending all summer back in her family home is torturous, but thankfully she doesn’t have to; her parents pull some strings, talk to some old family friends and secure her an internship at st. mungo’s over the summer. she expresses her gratitude politely to them, and her relief to her friends in cautious letters, and stays in a room in the city for nearly the whole summer.

personality , hcs , etc. ,

got the nickname andie at hogwarts; her family has always called her by her full name. her parents seemed unreasonably upset with her about it — something about throwing away family tradition, not honoring their wishes for her, and other nonsense.

loves to throw herself into her responsibilities, hobbies, and interests as a way of avoiding inner turmoil; has a strong problem-solving impulse that gets way worse whenever she has bigger, unsolvable problems.

speaking of, she loves herbology, catch her in the greenhouses most days of the week. she loves the smell, the warmth, the dirt beneath her nails, the way the rest of the school grounds outside feel so distant behind the glass. the greenhouses are her church and sanctuary.

monstrously overworked and definitely verging on a burnout; between school, quidditch, career thoughts, the impending war, volunteer work, and sorting through some deep-seated personal issues.

might be the nicest black sister, but that’s not really a high bar to clear. though she carries a lot of guilt and tries to resolve that by doing good work, keeping her head down and not being explicitly hateful, she’s not exactly kind. she’s a bit of a know-it-all and loves to argue with people, can be really condescending, lashes out when she’s feeling insecure, and can hold a grudge like nobody’s business.

very much enjoys muggle music, after it was shared with her by friends. she named her owl ziggy after ziggy stardust, knowing full well that her parents wouldn’t have the faintest clue what it meant.

plots ,

just wanted to say first of all that i love plotting, hc’ing, brainstorming, etc. so please hit me up ! if nothing here works i’m super happy to think of something else. also, every single one of these is open to all genders unless specified ! i also especially love plotting based on other connections ( i.e. muse a and muse b are friends, muse b and muse c are exes, therefore muse a and muse c do not get along, or smth ) idk i just have a lot of ideas !

friends. this could go a lot of ways ! very importantly, andie doesn’t pick her friends for their politics; they could be death eaters, order members, or neutral. more important is their ability to put up with andie’s nonsense. that being said alliances would definitely play a part in how they interact, etc. ofc.

unofficial engagement. a betrothal is a bit archaic, andie’s made clear in so many words. her parents and this muse’s parents, rather than putting their foot down and making demands, are quite cunning in their attempt to play matchmaker. they invite each other and their family to dinners, ask after them in every letter, and never pass up an opportunity to throw the pair of them together. would definitely be a pureblood, ‘respectable’ and probably but not necessarily a slytherin ! how the two of them feel about it is also very open-ended — enemies, slow-burn, fake dating, friendship, i’m happy with anything !

exes. give me a bunch of these ! there’s so many options for this. their first little ‘relationship’ that maybe lasted only a few months, going on their first lil hogmeade dates together ? first loves making plans to visit each other over summers ? some hookup that one of them thought was much more serious than the other ? something a lil star-crossed & pushed apart by families ? an ex andie unceremoniously dumped last year to focus on her studies ? exes who are good friends, exes who hate each other, exes who are so embarrassed to have dated each other they pretend nothing ever happened, just. any of them. pls.

crushes / flirtationships. all the crushes ! an youthful crush that she swears she’s gotten over but she still gets flustered whenever they talk to her; someone who’s interested in her, but whom she has less than zero interest in ( or, alternatively, is pretending to have no interest in ); mutual crushes but they’re both convinced the other person hates them or is out of their league; mutual crushes but they’re also constantly bickering and everyone thinks they’ve already been married forty years; bad crushes that she feels bad about for whatever reason ( they are death eaters, or seeing someone else, or a rival in some way, idk ), etc. etc.

childhood friends. lots of options here too; high society pureblood kids her parents approved of, but also any halfbloods in and around london who are into quidditch, and would play with andie ?

study buddy. andie’s a big nerd. give her some friends to study with ? someone who won’t give her a weird look when she threatens to hex chatty first years in the library. they can ask each other questions and help with charms practice and share their hopes, dreams, and aspirations ! definitely made a pact last year to get x amount of o.w.l.s. should be in sixth year, but doesn’t necessarily need to be an overachieving nerd like andie.

potions partner. fairly self-explanatory; they’re adjacent to a study buddy but work together pretty much exclusively in potions class. this would ideally be one of two types: either they’re also very, very good at potions and they’ve partnered together to make sure they both get top marks each class, or alternatively, this is someone who struggles with potions and who was partnered with andie, either against her will ( thanks slughorn ) or out of the ( unlikely ) kindness of her heart, and she helps them get up to speed.

academic rival. the opposite of a study buddy. study enemy ? should also be a sixth year so that they share classes with andromeda. they’re both overachieving students and will stare daggers at each other in class whenever the other person raises their hand. andie feels very threatened and definitely lets her insecurity get the best of her in this dynamic.

quidditch rival. is there anything better than a sports rivalry ? no ! this could be anywhere from a friendly bantering rivalry to a full on, hate-your-guts, will hex you on the pitch if i can rivalry ? could be simply because of their teams, because they have issues off the field, or because they accidentally ran head-on into each other in their first match and now can’t let it go ? just think this could be fun !

frienemies. okay, hear me out. gimme a buddy for andie where their entire friendship essentially revolves around gently verbally abusing each other — or at least, that’s andie’s side because she’s a great big bully ! but if they’re ever in trouble or getting shit from anyone she will drop anything and go fight. someone she probably really adores but will only begrudgingly admit to. mostly she calls ‘em names.

petty enemies. so, i know it’s stupid to hold onto old grudges when there’s a literal war on the horizon, but andie ? andie does not. she’s really pettier than that. would love for this to be someone who she just really butted heads with in her earlier hogwarts years and they’ve both just never gotten over it. they’re very petty and don’t even really remember why they don’t like each other but are they gonna get over it now ? heck no.

true enemies. not petty, not somewhat friendly, not a rivalry but a true and burning hatred. just. give it to meeeeeee. this could be a muse with strong political opinions who really hates where andie stands & isn’t afraid to say so, but could also just be more personal; maybe andie did something ? i’m very okay with her being the bad guy here too.

confidant. andie has a lot going on that she doesn’t/can’t really talk to other people about; maybe this muse is just a very good listener, or maybe they have their own deep dark secrets ? either way, they can tell each other things very few others are privy to.

patients. might be a bit of a stretch of the definition since right now andie’s not a medical professional any more than a candy striper might be, but has your muse been injured at any point in the past year/year and a half or so ? it’s possible that you might be entitled to some compensation for them having to put up with andie being annoying as hell during their hospital wing stay.

#ehqintro #⧽ always half - hidden ∖ development .#i hope this is ok ! i triple checked family intros but if there's anything that conflicts or anything pls let me know and i'll fix it !#will i ever write an intro under 2k words ? probably not lmao

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thoschei-rights · 5 years ago

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A collection of Who fic ideas I cant be motivated to write

SEASON 12 FINALE SPOILERS INCLUDED.

some of these are really shit half-ideas and some are just so bad, im sorry but i need someone to write these bc i suck at writing- ilysm

1. So Clara can’t get back to Trap Street because Gallifrey is gone and I doubt its coming back this time, because they don’t deserve it- but imagine if Clara unknowingly arrived on Gallifrey, saw the destruction and then saw a small gaggle of humans making their way towards the broken citadel and she’s like oya oya I smell a conspiracy- and thus we get Clara there, and are you telling me when she finds out the truth, she isn’t going to smack The Master round the face because he’s the only Time Lord left in the Universe and she needs to get her anger out at them somehow- idk where it goes from here but I think about Thirteen and Clara a lot.

2. The Master is that child on the cliff with the Timeless Child, I’ve seen this idea around and I love it but I have no idea how I’d really write it, I just love the idea and want more people to write this thanks??

3. Angsty plot but imagine if Yaz, Graham and the other two humans got into the Cybersuits and couldn’t get back out? Like the suit took them? Thought oh hey new flesh yum good stuff?? And woops Graham you doylum you accidentally converted the four of yall into Cybermen while thinking yall clever.

4. Someone needs to write Thirteen finding out where she’s from though, and hopefully she finds out her original race aren’t all assholes and she has somewhere she actually belongs. Make it Madagascar 2 style like at first she feels like the odd one out, doesn’t fit in, does something wrong and feels outcasted, scared to be alone again but bOOM she isn’’t and someone is there for her, heck even give her parents or smth, i just want her to belong, to have a family she knows wont leave her after only a few years like all the companions do, someone of her own species who dont age in the blink of an eye like humans- :’) am i trying to redeem myself for all the torture i put thirteen through

5. The prison is Stormcage and River hears about the fact they have a new maximum security prisoner and they are really rare bc sure the universe has lots of psychos but only the worst of the worst land themselves in the block the doctor is in and she’s like hmm I wonder- and boom prison break happens as soon as River finds out who it is and whats just happened to her :’)

6. Dhawan!Master barely escaping Gallifrey with The Doctor, the two forces to escape in the same Tardis since its the only one in range, but he’s been hit ever so slightly by the death particle, enough that his body is forced to regenerate and he becomes Missy and Thirteen is just on shock because OH it all makes sense now- Missy didn’t revert to her old ways, she’d not BEEN Missy yet, and finally there’s some hope in the Dark for Thirteen. Also Thrissy because I’m gay for Thrissy.

7. That 12.9 ending scene but instead of just standing in shock and fear and anger, the Doctor paces over to the smug bitch who just yeeted out of that boundary, slaps him across the face and then snogs the fuck outta him. Thoschei rights. Preach.

8. When The Doctor blows the Matrix, her wiped memories start coming back to her and while in prison she has to experience some of these returning terrors alone, with no comfort. Lots of angst. Make it really dark and sad. Make me sob my heart out.

9. The Matrix takes more energy from Thirteen than she thought and when yanking from Yaz’s hold to go blow up the Master and the Cybermasters, she collapses from exhaustion and is unconscious while Yaz takes her place and sacrifices herself. When Thirteen wakes, its too late and she has to live in a Universe with no Yaz, just even more shit for her to try and process, its all too much.

10. Somehow rumour of the true creation of the time lords gets out among the stars, it suddenly becomes common knowledge, “did you hear about the doctor?” “the time lords experimented on her, as a child, stole her dna for themselves” and “they wiped her memories, forced her to revert to a child” and maybe even “i heard they trapped her in a confession dial for 4.5 billion years-” “wha- 4.5 BILLION years?” and suddenly everyone knows the time lords dirty secret but they also know the fragments of the doctors past, and eventually these rumours reach people who know her well, her friends whom are still among the stars, Bill, Clara and Me, Jack, River, hell anyone you wanted, and these companions are like shit we need to find the doctor?? maybe some of them break her outta prison or?? maybe some stumble upon her after shes reunited with the fam and the fam end up finding out too, after thirteen tries not to let them know too much?? idk?? this one is very ambiguous on details so go with it as you want

11. any form of feral baby thirteen. just anything where she snaps at any point will make me happy. just give me. give. me.

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alayne-stonecoldfox · 5 years ago

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your last post made wonder smth about book!Petyr: while I believe he doesn't love Sansa now, since he doesn't really see her as her own person, do you think he'll ever come to love her for who she is in TWOW (or ADOS, if he lives that long), as part of a tiny character development? I kinda think he will but probably when it's too late lol

Um. well. This is kind of assuming I think Petyr is capable of loving someone in any kind of healthy manner..

I really very much dont think he can lmao

I do think that Sansa’s inspired a new obsession, somewhat seperate from his latent feelings/obsession for cat (not entirely though), which is solely for her. If thats what you mean. But if you mean love as in a pure love, like Ned and Catlyn, or ...well. can’t exactly think of many ‘pure’ matches in asoiaf right now. Anyway. I think his love for her will be about how she’s his ‘prize’, his protegee, someone he see’s as his. Someone he see’s parts of himself in in ways. Sansa’s so beautiful and charming and clever she’s inspired many men in the series to want her, to ‘love’ her just as she is, but none of those men have the ...uhh....layers to HOW deep Petyr’s ‘love’ runs for her. No one would ever want her so desperately and on so many levels, as thereapy worthy as they are, as petyr .

#i dont think I answered this question at all #you're welcome #petyr baelish #sansa stark #Anonymous

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the-third-bard · 4 years ago

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Story summary of "the voice of reason"

Aka the titty girl story

This one had way more parts than any other so this post will be pretty long

Part one

Part one is the one page at the very beginning of the book where the girl sneaks into Geratl's room when he's "sleeping" and rubs her titties all over his face. "The voice of reason" takes place before the striga so there really wasn't any point in having this be the Very First Page except to hook horny straight men.

Part two

Part two starts with Geralt waking up in the temple of Melitele after having implied off-screen sex w titty-girl (Iola, who's a apparently a water nymph and talented with magic and is psychic? Or smth?)

Nenneke is introduced and scolds Geralt for being reckless in the fight with the striga. They seem to have kind of a mother-son relationship. (Nenneke has apparently known Geralt since he was a child? Which would make her Old As Fuck).

Geralt visits this temple once or twice a year.

Most of this part is about introducing religion and the cult of Melitele. The temple he's in seems to be part-church part-school? Theres a lot of younger girls and even children who learn stuff here and then go on working as midwives, teachers, healers (specifically women's and children's diseases), etc.

Dandelion is mentioned, he doesn't believe in Melitele. Dandelion is explicitly called Geralt's friend.

Nenneke wants Geralt to go into some sort of trance with the help of Iola? I guess this will be explained in later parts.

Part three

I loved this part, the best part of the book so far.

Some White Rose dickheads have visited the temple just to tell Geralt to fuck off. (White Rose is basically nazis mixed with scientologists, and they hate all non-humans) (later they will become the flaming rose, i think, and thats like the white rose lvl 100, with like full on genocide and shit)

Anyway, these tools show up and want Geralt gone and insult him and Nenneke, but ofc Nenneke won't have that and verbally beats the shit out of them. One of the dudes, Tailles, challenges Geralt to a duel for his insults and Geralt mostly laughs it off.

There's not a lot of plot here, the whole chapter reads as if it was an imaginary political argument Andrzej Sapkowski was having in his head where he was winning and he decided to put it in the book. I allow this because any form of dunking on nazis is good.

Part four

This part is LITERALLY Geralt just? Going on a 4 page rant? He literally does not stop talking once during the whole thing. It's a solid wall of just Geralt talking at this poor girl (Iola, the tiddy girl, who can't talk)

He talks about, in order; religion (*), swords, kaer morhen, parents, the trials, his first monster (**). Witchering, the "code" (***), Blaviken (****), and Ciri (*****).

Throughout this whole this Geralt like, answers questions? That I'm pretty sure he makes up to keep talking? He's like "... Vesemir- oh, who's Vesemir, you ask? Well he's my dad obviously-" Cus Iola is mute and she's never described to like, look questioning or even interested in what Geralt is saying. He does this 9 times.

* Iola has taken a vow of silence for Melitele and Geralt respects her decision. He tells her there is power in faith and that his own lack of faith holds NO POWER, which I thought was really neat (especially for a 20 year old Polish book).

** it's the story he told Renfri in ep one! (saving a girl from being raped (also 13 years old :/ ) He also says he did what be did because he wanted the girl and her father to be grateful, and not because it was the right thing to do. He'd been raised to fight monsters and he'd romanticized the idea in his head that he'd be so cool and appreciated, which I think is really interesting. It also shows his growth as a character from then to now, and the fact that he admits to this is also very neat.

*** Geralt totally just made up this "code" and apparently said it so much that everyone fucking thinks all witchers have a code when it literally is just Geralt. I really wanna know what the other witchers think of this.

****

Geralt needs therapy

***** Geralt berates himself for doing the law of surprise, and says he'll never return to Cintra and will just, avoid it forever I guess. (Yennefer and Ciri are apparently born around the same time in may!)

Part five

Geralt is in the library in the temple, he appears to be failing to read a history book.

Dandelion comes in the door and Nenneke absolutely destroys him.

She leaves and Dandelion and Geralt talk.

The world is changing, and witchers' work is becoming hard to find. Geralt is being negative about it and Dandelion tries to cheer him up a bit, distract him from his woes.

He says Geralt should adapt to the new world, change careers. He says that if the demand for poetry and music dwindled he'd become a gardener.

Dandelion gets pretty deep, and it was more than it expected from Sapkowski if I'm honest.

/... /

After this Dandelion changes the subject to make Geralt feel better.

Part six

Geralt and Nanneke is in a grotto that Nenneke uses as like, a greenhouse for magical plants. There are glowing crystals in the ceiling.

(Nenneke talks a bit about how the sun has changed? And the rays are deadly and kills plants and how it's "too late" to save people from it?)

Nenneke talk about how pissed Yennefer is at Geralt for some reason, and Geralt seems to be avoiding her (Yen) at all costs.

For the striga contract money Geralt has bought some precious gems, and gives some to Nenneke for the temple and wants to give Yennerfer the rest. He wants Nenneke to keep them for him until Yennefer comes to the temple looking for him so that she can give them to her? While he's ran away to somewhere else cus he's a little baby.

Nenneke refuses to help him with it because she's way too cool for that and calls Geralt out on being a big baby.

This is where Yennefer's infertility is mentioned, and Geralt says she can use the gems to (partly) pay for "the treatment".

They talk a bit and we find out that some sorceresses have "atrophied" ovaries and that that is because pursuing magic apparently fucks up your endocrine glands? Which would fuck up significantly more than just your ovaries (also this shouldn't be a thing just for female magicians? Why are all the male magicians totally fine?)

(Nenneke is hinted to be fertile as well as Geralt's mother in picture 1)

Nenneke is still trying to get Geralt to do some telepathy therapy stuff with Iola and he's also a big baby about this, even though he's absolutely TRASHED right now and doing the therapy would heal him up so that he can use his signs and fight again.

(it seems like after a near death, witchers lose their witchering skills? Nenneke says Geralt's reflexes aren't what they're supposed to be, his pupils don't dilate properly, his heartbeat is faster than normal aka 'normal human speed' i guess, they can't do signs. Would Geralt be human if he just let it be?)

Part seven

As Geralt and Dandelion leave the temple, they run into a whole bunch of guys. It's the dudes from part 3, expecting a duel. If Geralt refuses to fight, he'll be hanged, but if he injures Tailles, he'll be punished. They want him to give Tallies the fight to raise the dude's street cred. They explicitly want Tailles to "nick" Geralt's skin.

I thought Geralt was gonna like, prick his finger and yield but what actually happened was funnier and more clever. So kudos to Sapko for this.

They start fighting and Tailles sucks, obviously. The boy puts his sword in front of himself defensively and Geralt just, smacks that thing with his own sword so that Tailles' sword cuts him in the face.

This way, Geralt's sword never touched him and he can't be punished. I thought that was real neat.

(Geralt is totally banned from Ellander now but it was worth it)

Geralt and Dandelion leave, and Will Not Tell Nenneke About This.

The part splits and we see what happened as Geralt and Dandelion were leaving the temple.

Geralt and Iola touch hands and this triggers a vision. It's a vision of death and blood and monstrous paws. Iola collapses and has a seizure.

Nanneke saw it too, and begs Geralt to stay in the temple, but because he's Geralt he obviously decides to ignore the whole thing and leaves.

This is how the book ends

#Hooboy this was a long one #I started this story summary before deciding to not do story summaries so i kept going #Anyway thats it for the last wish #Onto book 2 i guess #Story summary #Story summary: the voice of reason #Fish narrates the witcher books #Book: the last wish

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hey baybees ! i’m maya and in true me fashion , i am late bc i was taking a nap ! delia’s a new muse of mine so excuse me for being a whole disorganized mess while i try to figure her out 🤙 i’ve never played a chara like this so i’m tryna dig deep into myself to find the inner asshole that i know is there , so hopefully i do a good job and make ron swanson proud ! also i’m the biggest hoe for plots , i’ve got a lil plots page here for ideas ( yes it’s very basic ) so give this a like and i’ll hit you up !

victoria pedretti. cisfemale. she/her. one. * / oh , i just saw cordelia d’amato coming out of apt. #1906 if you were looking for them! the twenty-three year old is a radio dj and i heard they’re a sagittarius which makes total sense. if you can’t find their room , just listen for dead of night by orville peck ; i heard they’re obsessed. \ * maya. 22. she/her. est

STATISTICS .

NAME : cordelia margaret d’amato

NICKNAMES : delia , dee , cory

AGE : twenty - three

DATE OF BIRTH: december 3rd , 1996

ZODIAC : sagittarius

PLACE OF BIRTH / HOMETOWN : queens , new york

GENDER : cisfemale

PRONOUNS : she / her

ORIENTATION : bisexual / biromantic

PARENTS : nathan d’amato & rosalie scott

SIBLINGS : vincent d’amato

CAREER : radio dj

PHYSICAL TRAITS : straight long hair constantly bouncing between blonde and brunette, gray - blue eyes , slim build , 5′4″

TRAITS : chaotic , apathetic , charming , impulsive , confident , loyal , tempestuous , entertaining , perceptive , clever , witty , sharp , adaptable , capricious

MUSE PARALLELS : kathryn merteuil ( cruel intentions ) , jennifer check ( jennifer’s body ) , nick miller ( new girl ) , theo crain ( haunting of hill house ) , madison montgomery ( ahs : coven ) , ron swanson & april ludgate ( parks & rec )

BACKGROUND .

cordelia was born into a tumultuous and poor nyc family -- her dad a construction worker and her mom a hair stylist

and the shortage of money didn’t help with her dad’s temper , his fiery personality causing a lot of problems for the d’amatos since the beginning

he wasn’t abusive , just loud and commanding and scary , and her mom was more invested in finishing off her wine bottles than parenting , which led to a very stressful household for delia and her brother

three years older than her , delia’s brother took it upon himself to take the brunt of their dad’s anger , and with their dad’s attention taken away , delia was largely ignored for her childhood

the only time she and her brother felt safe in their shabby little apartment was when they were in his room listening to music . it was his mission to teach her all the classics : metallica , ac/dc , led zeppelin , pink floyd , etc .

her love of music came from her brother , and because of him she learned how to play the guitar , drums , piano , and bass all before she was 18

her brother didn’t have the grades or athletic talent for a scholarship so he went straight into the work force after graduating high school , and when he was able to afford a one bedroom apartment , little 16 year old delia moved out of her parent’s house and made his couch her new bedroom

delia also decided to skip the college route and immediately got a shitty waitress job along with an internship at the radio station when she was 18

she moved into the flats once she was sure she could afford it , but she picked an apartment with a roommate just because she has never lived alone and doesn’t know how she would handle it

it took a few years and a lot of perseverance , but at the age of 21 she officially became a radio dj on an alternative station and somehow managed to become one of the listener's favorites , probably because she finds the most random topics to rant about and has no filter whatsoever

and after every paycheck , whatever extra money she has goes to helping her brother get through art school

PERSONALITY .

so i know her character inspos aren’t the best of people , but i promise delia isn’t just some mean bitch character , she just has some mean bitch qualities

like she’s very blunt and pretty apathetic at times , totally the type to sleep with someone’s bf and not feel bad about it , and has definitely done some illegal stuff just because she feels like it

her parents ignored her , she acted out , the usual

i hc that she spent most of her high school years hanging around with the “ bad crowd ” and subsequently learned how to hotwire cars and pickpocket

she’s also very impulsive and reckless -- for as smart as she is , she does a lot of dumb shit

unlike some of her character inspos , she isn’t into material shit and honestly wears the same pair of jeans every day and most of her shirts are band t’s that are hand me downs from her brother

she is very charming when she wants to be , usually when she wants something , but she doesn’t just go around manipulating people

she just isn’t a people person so tbh she doesn’t try to be nice unless she has to be

she believes that honesty is the best policy , even if it’s gonna hurt someone’s feelings , which is why she is the way that she is

but she’s a surprisingly great friend , like she’s loyal as hell , will definitely help you hide a dead body , and since she doesn’t care about money she’s the type to book an impromptu vacation on her dime and take along her besties

she’s 100% not a talk behind your back regina george type of friend , this bitch will go to war for the ppl she cares about

she does have a temper but it’s one of those things where she doesn’t show she’s pissed until you think she’s forgotten about it and have your guard down . like i imagine that she was bullied by some girl in high school and then in the yearbook there were pics of this girl making out with a teacher or smth

she’s got a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor , like it’s hard to tell if she’s joking or if she’s being serious . honestly most of the time you should just assume she’s joking unless she’s actually mad or smth , which is also why she seems like a dick most of the time

so ... you don’t wanna be on her bad side ig ??

okay that’s all i’ve got ! ik this is crazy long and i’m super sorry for that , idk where all this muse came from but i am hella excited to play this asshole , idk what that says about me . 😈 also if u don’t like messaging on tumblr , pls hit me up on discord @ 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕#6396 !

#( ❛ 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒅'𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒐 | OOC . )#flats.intro

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i need to know this, Top 5 books? You have good taste and know your thing so I'll probably add them to my 'must read' list.

uuuuuhhhhhh i haven’t read a lot lately lmao im very tired. i just bought a hardcover copy of Patrick rothfuss’s the name of the wind which i lové for certain reasons & dislike for others. haven’t read it in ages tho so i will stick w love. the way he writes abt things like music is kinda spectacular & he embeds magic into the everything & i love the idea of this very subjective narrator & I think it’s clever. haven’t read the others yet tho.i Loved illuminae i thought it was gripping & brilliant & FUN. the format of it is brilliant & again, a rly fun play with narrator!!! it’s a space opera & it’s het but i Loved them so that was awesome . again, haven’t had time to read the sequel. the protagonist is this COOL girl so major propsskulduggery pleasant is a rly cool series abt magic & modern day world & its rly funny & a bit darker (esp as the series goes on) but the author has this impeccable grasp on the type of humour i rly enjoy & also like a cool quick pace i try to work into my own stuff bc it’s brisk & has just enough detail to be Gripping but not enough for waffling on & being exhausting. the main character is a girl too so once again huge props . as is a recurring theme i have not finished the series lmao but i think my bro has & he enjoyed it tooim trying rly hard to think abt any books at all lmao im sorry these aren’t necessarily my faves bc what a Difficult thing to dookay number four let’s see,,,oh obernewtyn!! i haven’t finished the SERIES surprise surprise 🙄🙄🙄bUt it’s a post nuclear apocalyptic world where some ppl have developed powers & naughty children & kids they suspect of having powers are sent to a place called obernewtyn officially to keep everyone safe unofficially to experiment on them & basically this kid elspeth accidentally becomes the leader of a revolution & it’s so cool & i love it & the author is aussie & it’s also disappointingly het but she’s a very cool main character. it’s in first person too which can be rly interesting & an unreliable narrator which AGAIN is a THEME apparently (who knew???)ok fifth book let’s see. I’ve talked ur ears off abt Tamora Pierce in heaps of posts so i won’t include her even tho I love her books (& I Have finished those series lmao!!) I’ll pick smth else,,, theres the wheel of time series (again, not finished reading lmao) which has heaps of kickass women in it so many women i love!! but i wanna narrow this to one book I have read so u might get to pick smth easy. i genuinely can’t think of anything this is so bad :/// papergirls is a graphic novel it’s bright & colourful & rly fun & i rly enjoyed reading that!!phewf done ask me again after a reading binge lmao

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I also love how Falco's son also gets conned into working for Jakoh's grandson in the Saturn game. Even the animation for Jakoh's grandson's death is the same.

/sorry for the late reply; been busy

the franchise has a tendency to reuse the same plots/character ideas. im not sure if it’s because the writers think this is clever way to callback to previous events (the generation xerox trope) or if they really can’t come up with new ideas. or a mix of the two.

like in fotbs, kenshiro kasumi is different from fotns ken in personality, but would it had been hard to make his appearance more different? it was probably to attract old fans to a new fotns thing that didnt feature the original characters. a majority of fotns content is retreads of the original story. pretty much every major original hnk1&2 plot is redone in the saturn game, just with someone’s deviantart recolor ocs. zaki really was one of the few original ideas (the conflict between her and her brother had the potential to be interesting but ya know; its ken’s game and she gets knocked out during the fight). but the wildest part of the game for me was toki? being alive?? after hnk2?????

sometimes it’s interesting for characters/their descendants to do the same thing again (for the parallels™ iguess); it comes down to the writing, but many times, it can get tedious/derivative. like having the big bad just be Raoh 2.0 or 3.0 takes away and wears down on the original.

it would be nice if we could get smth actually new from the franchise but that would take some risk-taking.

#ask #anon #-#--#---#fist of the north star

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atticusriccii-blog · 8 years ago

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hello -- !! i am so excited to be here. sorry i’m a little late on this, i was seeing wonder woman earlier (oh my gosh amazing blown away 11/10) anyways, i’m chloe ! (18, she/her, cst) and this is atticus my visionary bby boy who just wants to make films come out of his ass and win oscars. anyways, there’s a gist of him below the cut come plot!

He grew up in a pretty typical family in jersey. very italian, crammed a ton of people into one tiny house. he is the second oldest though. he has an older sister and a younger brother and sister as well. but they weren’t rich, and they weren’t dirt poor. there were moments of struggle but nothing they couldn’t come out of.

all that needs to be known i atti went to film school in LA, wrote an amazing script his professors praised, and next thing he knew it was being sold and producers were backing him and he was skipping class to be on the set of Donnie Darko, his first major motion picture. Well, it was an indie film, but still. big deal.

The movie was a hit as far as cheap cult classics go. with a budget of only 4.5 million, the movie ultimately made 7.3 million, which put atticus on the map of other directors. he was young, around 21 at the time, and he was labeled as ‘hollywood rising director to watch out for’

The fame really hit him hard. being talented and attractive gives your perks and atticus was sent on a downward spiral of partying, sex, and drugs. He wasn’t thinking about his next movie because he was too busy soaking in his fame. it was pretty bad.

His name was trashed and while there was no new movie to back up his talent, he was just a one hit wonder who would die before twenty-five because of his drug and alcohol problem. but his family swooped in. they took him away and wanted better for him.

atticus went to rehab, and he was motivated to get better. he didn’t want to be a one hit wonder. and in rehab, it was there that he wrote his second film, which was, believed it or not, darker. it touched one something his first film could never.

after coming out of rehab, he was shaky, and trying his best to stay clean. production began and he was working day and night putting all he had into this film. when it began in post-production, his pr team decided it was a good idea to pair him with someone, to make headlines again. one that had nothing to do with drugs, or rehab. so he began ‘dating’ carter isaacs.

he wasn’t in a place to really date anyone but having a friend was nice, and he did love her on some level, but definitely not in the way she loved him. when it came time for the movie to come out, the couple ‘split’ and carter disappeared.

but in 2015, Requiem For a Dream came out and it was, again, a hit. Atticus was back and stronger than ever. He wanted that golden statue but it never came his way. It’s alright, it only made him want it more.

After the release of the film and the stress of being in the spotlight again, atticus fell off the wagon, and the press was on it fast. he was back to being a mess and the papers knew their favorite boy wouldnt last long. he hated everything they said about him.

so it was back to rehab a second time, really pounding it into his head. he didn’t spend as long there, but when he came out, he was confident, and ready for life’s cureballs.

recently, about a month ago, his third more Brick was released. it’s clever and dark and like a high school sherlock homes but better. that’s where he’s at now. mostly promoting and praying a statue comes his way now.

PERSONALITY

he’s one charming dude. if you were to meet his at a social gathering o premier, he’d be very attentive and just a overall lovely person to be around. This is now that he’s clean, that it. He was kind of a wild child party boy who was loud and wanted all the attention. He’s grown up now, and he’s an adult. very professional. He flirts when he feels it’s appropriate and holds back when it’s not. however, if you’re someone who is close to him, it’s rather hard since he’s so had working and he tends to have a one track mind where if he’s on a train of thought for a film or idea or smth he can’t talk to do anything and those tend to last hours or days. it’s a lost hope. he’s a peach tho i swear !

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

i already have ex pr stunt/gf, but i’ve got plenty more ideas

past party buds

this is up to discussion. there are many ways this could have gone. they could have been partners in crime, or atti really could have fucked them up in some way. he’s was a blackout drunk and all the designer drugs he had a tendency to do really fucked over making ‘good’ choices. tarnished relationships / friendships are shit that i lived for. could also be they used to be party buds, and now that atticus is clean, they don’t really hang out any more and it’s causing strain on them.

worked together

i know many people have their film list already prepared, and that’s all cool. if you haven’t though, and you’d like to discuss the movies atticus has done, and them having possibly worked together, i’d love that. i’m really looking for people who would have worked on his most recent film, because they’d still be doing some promoting for it.

*~ set me free ~*

promoting his second films, there were questions risen during interviews about his questionable sexuality. atti was a messy young man who got very close to all sorts of people. this plot would be something that happened years ago. someone who was more certain about themselves. times of sobriety and not so. a very, very gay, questionable relationship, that was very strong and intense and ultimately crashed and burned as intense as the passion that began in it. (*NOTE: this is pre-rehab atticus)

the classics

i could go on for miles but i always want the basic plots, the best friends, the will they/wont they. the enemies. etc. i’m all open guys i just want all sorts of plots for my main boy over here!

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