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sana ngayong pasko ay maalala mo pa rin ako
Summary: Holiday-related fic in which the Alcantara mother and daughter reflect on a Christmas without their relative and worrying over Jo Gar's avoidance out of guilt.
CW: mentioned character death, slight discussion of trauma
"Ay I am worried."
"About what, Inahan? We will be on our way to the Midnight Mass and go back home for the Noche Buena, and besides, our food would be smashing even when they are not as bountiful as before."
"I am not worried about our Noche Buena, anak! It is just that..."
"Oh no, what is it, Inahan?"
"It is the poor lad Jo. Ever since that little visit after his arrival from the States, he has been largely avoiding us."
"I mean, what can we do, Inahan? We lost Manong Juan, he also lost Manong Juan. He probably thought he had failed us because he was not able to save him."
"I know that, anak. But how could he have known? How could he have known where Juan was before he got killed?"
"I know. But I miss the days when Manong Juan would drag Jo to our little hovel for dinners over here, especially during Christmas because we did not--and do not--want him to be alone during the festivities. Heaven knows that Manong Juan could not bear the very thought of Jo Gar alone in his own home. He might not always be the best conversationalist, but he would join Noli with singing Christmas carols."
"Ay, but it is all different now. Now his life is made more difficult with that--whoever succeeded poor Juanito."
"Indeed. That Sadi Ratan must have had no love growing up. He'd probably be Ebenezer Scrooge from that Dickens book I'd read back in the States."
"Ay, Magdalena, you really have a way with describing people."
"A doctor has to be observant, you know that, Inahan."
"Well, here are the rest of your siblings. At least your Amahan and Manong Goyong would stop tapping their feet now."
"It is a cane I am tapping, akong gugma," mother and daughter heard Isidro Alcantara protesting.
"Sidong..." Inahan shook her head, a fond smile in her lips.
Manong Goyo cackled as he pointed out, "Inahan is right, Amahan. She probably meant it figuratively."
"You are a mathematics teacher, Goyo," the old man deadpanned to his eldest son.
"Does not mean he cannot be descriptive, Amahan!" laughed Gertrudis.
"Ay naku, I do not know what to do with you," muttered Edilberto while pinching the bridge of his nose.
The seated members of the family stood up and, still bickering good-naturedly amongst themselves, took the calesas on their way to the Neo-Gothic San Sebastian Church.
"Um, are we done with the teasing? We probably should be hurrying up to the church," Noli said.
#fanfic#jo gar#holiday fanfic#fanfic: sana ngayong pasko ay maalala mo pa rin ako#merry christmas#or happy holidays#cw: character death#cw: trauma#mention of a certain idiot lieutenant#outsider pov
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new guitarspear fic
'thank you for the venom', chapter one: 'if this is what you want, then fire at will'
Summary
âIs that all it takes to make you moan? Youâd be such a freak in the sheets, Lieutenant.â
âHilarious. Respectfully, Sir, go deep throat a cactus.â
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Despite working together for years, Adam and Lute can't stand each other.
He thinks she's got a stick up her ass.
She thinks he's an idiot.
When Lute goes behind Adam's back to Sera and proposes they change their training regime for Extermination Day, Adam is hellbent on making her life miserable - until he learns it's in his best interest to work with her, not against her.
The problem is, neither of them counted on unexpected feelings getting in the way of their jobs, which makes things... tense for them.
What happens when one day, they accidentally take things a little too far?
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Chapter One
Adam & Luteâs Office, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven
Lute knew sheâd messed up this time.
If she had an ordinary boss, she might only cop a slight reprimand for going over his head â an uncomfortable conversation, promises of âIâll never do it againâ, waiting for time to pass until the awkwardness of the situation wore off and they could go back to business as usual.
Unfortunately, her boss was far from what most would consider an ordinary angel â both in title and temperament. Which consequently meant his reaction to her undermining him would be⊠hostile, to say the least.
âI canât fucking believe you went to Sera without talking to me first!â Adam bellowed, pounding his fist on his desk. Old coffee cups, abandoned paperwork and scattered stationary threatened to spill over the edge, littering the already cluttered floor around his workstation. âFucking low blow babe, even for a kiss-ass like you.â
Donât rise to his anger. Keep a cool head. Explain your case.
âSir,â Lute laced her fingers together and placed them on the surface of her own desk, ready to state her case for taking her proposal directly to the High Seraphim and bypassing her superior. In contrast to her Commander, her own workspace was neatly arranged, not a hint of messiness to be found. She cleared her throat. âI tried to talk to you about this a week ago, and you dismissed me.â
âYou havenât said shit to me.â
âYes I have,â she thought to herself, resisting the urge to retort back and begin a verbal tennis match. She knew sheâd win â after all, she was much smarter than Adam, and could hold a sentence without swearing, cursing or a sexual innuendo. Stooping to his level would just escalate the situation further than where it needed to be, and if it got to that level she was certain things would get ugly. Fast.
âIâm positive we have had this conversation, Sir.â
âNup. We havenât.â
Lute inhaled slowly and deliberately through her nose, trying to supress her already-rising frustration. He was being particularly petulant today, and she found her patience with him was quickly wearing thin. Squaring her shoulders, she continued. âSir, we were on our way to the eight oâclock agility training session. I remember it clearly as you were complaining that you had a meeting with Sera later that morning. I thought it would be an opportune moment to mention it to you as it would be fresh in your mind when you met with her.â
Adam snorted and leaned forward onto his elbows; the golden facial expression on the screen of his mask fixed into a jeer. âAnd you think that was a good time to approach me about one of your lame ideas? I thought you were smarter than that. Whatâs my first rule of working together, sweetie?â
Donât throw a knife at him. Donât threaten to disembowel him â as much as you want to. Stay calm, Lieutenant.
âWith all due respect, Sir ââ Lute growled, her professional tone wavering. âI hardly think that putting limits on when I can and cannot converse with you is conducive to creating a professional working relationship with you.â
âFirstly, we donât have a professional working relationship, babe. Itâs pretty fucking black and white, actually â Iâm your boss, you listen to me. Itâs not that difficult a concept to grasp.â Lute opened her mouth in anger to protest, but Adam held up a single finger, signalling for her to wait. Dumb move. That single gesture just fuelled the intense rage that was quickly building inside her.
âSecondly, the rule is donât talk to me about important shit before nine oâclock. Chances are I wonât remember it because Iâll be half asleep, and Iâll give even less of a fuck about what youâve got so say because youâve pissed me off before I've had my morning coffee.â
âIâd rather not talk to you at all,â Lute said through gritted teeth. âBut, I unlike you, actually care about Extermination Day, and if we continue how weâre currently track-â
âAnd I, unlike you,â Adam said mockingly in a high-pitched voice that was supposed to sound like Luteâs, âcouldnât give a shit about how many Sinners we slay next Extermination Day, or whatever the fuck it was that you ran to Sera about. The only thing that matters is that we show our faces in Hell on Extermination Day and slaughter some demon ass. Thatâs it. Those fuckers are scared shitless of us anyway, so it doesnât matter how many we kill, we'll always have the upper hand. Itâs called working smarter, not harder, babe.â
He cannot be serious right now. Does he not realise that our kill rate is slipping, year on year? How this might affect us long-term? That Sinners might start to fight back once they figure out that weâre starting to let our guard down?
âSo what youâre telling me,â Lute started, now barely able to contain her vitriol, âIs that you donât give a flying f-â
âExactly.â Adam stood up and smirked down at Lute, the smug look of satisfaction on his mark now too much for Lute to bear.
Fuck you, you arrogant prick.
âConversationâs over. Get back to actually doing your job, Lieutenant, instead of wasting my time with your insignificant, petty bullshit. Donât fucking pull a stunt like this again.â
Adam strode towards the door of their shared office, pausing briefly as his hand rested on the door handle, his smirk intensifying. âOh, one more thing.â
âWhat?â she snapped, head now in her hands. She couldnât even physically look at him.
âIâm pretty sure we just established that Iâm your superior, so a bit of respect would be nice to hear, Lieutenant.â
âWhat, sir?â Her hands pulled in frustration at her silvery-white bangs that had fallen into her eyes.
âBe a good girl and finish that overdue paperwork for me, would you? Iâve got more important shit to do. Itâd be a good reminder for you of what your job actually entails.â
Thatâs it.
Lute had tried to play nice. Tried to do the right thing and raise her suggestion in a polite, professional manner. Took an alternative avenue once she realised her attempts at improvement were going nowhere. Sheâd even attempted to sit calmly through his dressing-down without reacting to his bullshit. But now?
Sheâd finally snapped.
Agilely leaping over her desk so she was in front of his, she picked up one of the multiple long-forgotten mugs that cluttered the surface and hurled it in his general direction.
Lute hadnât really expected for it to hit him â the act of picking up the mug and throwing it had been born out of built-up frustration and anger at her imbecile boss, a need to expel some of the hatred that had built up over the course of their most recent conversation. The fact that it had connected with the side of his head and shattered into at least a hundred tiny ceramic pieces?
Just a bonus, really. It was just a damn shame it didnât leave a mug-sized hole in his head.
âGood. Hope it fucking hurt.â She allowed herself a moment of satisfaction, taking in his surprise as he lifted a hand to his head and checked for blood. Time to let him have it.
âIf anything,â she hissed in a low, dangerous voice. She was now moving towards Adam, one hand clenched by her side, the other pointed threateningly at his face. âLet me get this one thing through your thick head â though more than anything right now, Iâd love to drive my sword between your eyes, carve up your tiny, pathetic excuse for a brain and force feed it back to you raw.â
Adam opened his mouth to respond, his surprise at her tone quickly turning to fury, but she didnât give him the courtesy. He needed to hear this â graphic acts of violence and all.
âShut it,â she snarled. âShut the fuck up and just fucking listen for once, as difficult as that is for you. Because Iâm not your fucking secretary. Iâm not your assistant. Iâm here to do my job â which is to provide training and mentorship to the other Exorcists, because youâre too damn incompetent to do it yourself.â Her normally restrained voice grew louder. âPerhaps if you focused more on doing your job, instead of screw-â
âGeez,â Adam drawled, âYouâre a fucking little mouthy cunt, arenât you?â He gripped the wrist of Luteâs outstretched arm, rage etched all over his mask, which had started glitching ever so slightly. Not a good sign.
Ouch. Lute may be the better aim of the two, and more agile, but Adam was had the upper hand when it came to brute strength. She was positive that his hold on her wrist was going to bruise â that was going to be fun to explain once it was noticed. She continued to stare him down, never daring to break eye contact or even blink. She couldnât let him think heâd won. Even if he did have her arm in a death grip.
Sheâd rather fall to the depths of Hell than admit defeat to him.
Rap-rap-rap.
âAdam? Lute?â a soft voice called from behind the door. âIs everything alright? I heard something break just now.â
Sera.
Seizing her moment, Lute yanked her wrist from Adamâs grasp and made towards her desk once again.
âCome in, Your Highness,â she called in an uncharacteristically chirpy voice. âAdam accidentally dropped his coffee mug, and it broke, which is what you must have heard. I was just showing him the best way to clean up the mess.â
Adam shot her a filthy look and stomped back to his desk, muttering incoherently under his breath â though Lute was sure she heard the word bitch at least twice.
The handle clicked, and Sera poked her head through the gap between the door and the frame. She frowned at the scattered ceramic pieces that lay forgotten on the floor.
âAre you two⊠having a disagreement?â she asked concernedly, her large, almond-shaped eyes noticing the glowering looks the two angels were shooting each other. âI thought I could hear shouting.â
âYeah, weâre fine Sera,â Adam waved his hand dismissively at Lute. âLieutenant here was just running some ideas past me for next monthâs training plan and got a bit carried away.â
âAs if he hadnât completely flown off the handle just minutes agoâ Lute thought angrily to herself but feigned a smile and nodded politely. Going toe-to-toe with Adam in private was one thing, but she prided herself on keeping her composure around the Seraphim and other senior angels in Heaven. They didnât need to know about their little disagreement.
Or the hundreds of disagreements that had occurred before this one. None had been quite this heated, though.
This was the only one that had almostended in violence, though. That was a first.
âOh, excellent.â Sera moved into the room and shut the door behind herself. âWhat do you think, Adam? Your Lieutenant has some brilliant ideas, which I personally canât wait to see executed over the coming months. Her presentation to me was very promising.â
The look on Adamâs face was positively feral now. Lute relished this moment and made a mental note to file this look away in her memory bank â seeing him quietly seethe in the presence of his direct superior, knowing it was in his best interest to keep his cool was something she was going to enjoy. To rile him up further, she propped an elbow on her desk, rested her chin in her hand and shot him a quick, satisfied smirk.
Cop that, asshole.
âYeah,â Adam grumbled, suddenly busying himself with the paperwork on his desk. âTheyâre good.â
âWell,â Sera clapped her hands together and smiled at Lute, who bowed her head in respect in return. To hear that her proposal was highly regarded by one of the most senior angels in Heaven was praise beyond what she ever expected to receive for her work.
It was certainly more than what her direct boss had ever given her.
âThat settles that, then. Lieutenant, if you could please come with me, Iâd like to add a couple of things to your training program that Iâve thought of.â Lute nodded and rose from her desk once more, gathering her bag and notes. Noticing that Sera had turned to open the door once more, Adam quickly shot Lute a one-fingered salute to bid her farewell. Lute simply mouthed, âget fuckedâ in return.
âOh, Adam, I see youâre working on the monthly training incident report that I asked you to turn in a week ago,â Sera said as he hastily went back to pretending to review his work. âMake sure itâs on my desk by five oâclock, please. I need it for a meeting tomorrow with the other Seraphim.â She turned and glided out the door, Lute only a few footsteps behind â though she took care to accidentally bump Adamâs shoulder with her own as she trailed behind Sera.
âKiss-ass.â
âDick.â
Lute closed the door with a little more force than necessary â just for good measure, knowing it would infuriate Adam to no end. Just to rub her victory in a little more. Because, after this round?
The score was Lute â one, Adam â zero.
Laughing to herself, she was sure she could hear Adam cursing her with language colourful enough to paint an entire rainbow as she strolled down the hall to Seraâs office.
Bring it on.
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The Common Room, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven
The Training Centre common room was abuzz with idle chatter and echoes of laughter as Lute entered later that morning, determined to continue her work far, far away from Adam. No formal training sessions had been scheduled for that day â the result of his poor timetabling skills, Lute was sure of it.
She would have expected the Exorcists to be using their âfreeâ time to hit the gym, or initiate sparring sessions with one another. Perhaps use the opportunity to enhance their weapon skills or, if they were particularly ambitious, simulation training. Slaying holographic demons was almost as satisfying as the real thing. Just a lot less bloody.
The reality was, on personal development days, the Training Centre turned into a goddamn sorority house. Hundreds of incredibly beautiful women congregated together in the common room, not a helmet or uniform in sight as they lazed about in their casual clothes. Some were huddled together in small groups, hands wrapped around mugs of steaming coffee or tea, giggling at whatever the latest gossip happened to be - usually centred around Adamâs latest squeeze. Others congregated around tables, playing card games (the most popular one lately, Lute had noticed, was an extremely competitive game involving red, green, blue, yellow and black cards that seemed to invoke a lot of shouting and name-calling).
The sight of it all never failed to give Lute a thumping headache. This wasnât a fucking kindergarten, this was supposed to be work, dammit.
It wasnât that she was against fun. She knew how to enjoy herself. There was nothing better than cosying up on the couch after a long day at the Training Centre with a hot chocolate, blanket and comforting book. Or an intense, two-hour gym session, sweating her frustrations away â a ritual she religiously undertook every single day, no excuses.
Sometimes, when Lute really wanted to spoil herself, sheâd have a bubble bath. Now, that was wild.
Sighing, she located one of the more comfortable, vacant armchairs and slumped into it, allowing her eyes to close for just a moment. Normally sheâd redirect the Exorcists to go and use their time more productively but after her earlier verbal sparring match with Adam, she needed a moment to relax before she got stuck into the fresh paperwork Sera had assigned her.
Sera loved paperwork.
Only three more days until I can start to turn this shitshow around.
âYou look like hell.â
Lute chuckled softly. Without looking, she knew exactly who had greeted her in such a matter-of-fact way â it was the only person sheâd allow to do so without punishment. Opening her eyes, she was graced by the presence of a petite angel perched on the arm of her chair, her soft red, almond-shaped eyes crinkled into a look of concern. She handed Lute a mug of steaming, black coffee which she graciously accepted with a wry smile. This morningâs events called for extra caffeine to get her through the rest of the day.
What an angel.
âThanks, Vaggie. Rough morning in the office again.â
âUgh. What did he do this time?â
One of Luteâs favourite things about Vaggie was how she was certain she was the only other Exorcist in the lounge who openly hated Adam as much as she did. Probably because she was one of the only other soldiers who he hadnât taken to his bed over the years. They both often joked that he was the sole reason Vaggie was a lesbian, that the First Man was so repulsive that he alone caused her to swear off all men.
Lute didnât have her sexuality as an excuse as to why sheâd never slept with him. She just straight up hated him. Plus, it would be highly unprofessional. And he was a cretin.
Did I mention that I hate him?
âHe found out I took my proposal to Sera.â Lute took a long sip from the cup, the scalding liquid almost burning her tongue. Perfection. âThen proceeded to lose his shit because he forgot that Iâd tried to talk to him about it before I approached her. He thought that Iâd undermined him.â
Vaggie rolled her eyes. âTypical. How did it end? Did he threaten to leave you in Cannibal Town next Extermination Day again?â
Speaking of cannibalism, I threatened to feed his own brains to him. Thatâs normal, right?
âUm, not quite.â Lute began, taking another sip of coffee. âI might have accidentally-on-purpose thrown a mug at his head.â
Also totally normal.
âIâm so proud of you. Did you make him bleed?â
âSadly not, but thereâs always next time.â
Vaggie grinned, clinking her own mug against Luteâs. âIâll drink to that.â
âAmen. He then called me a mouthy cunt and Iâm about ninety percent sure one of us would have caused grievous bodily harm to the other if Sera didnât walk in at that exact moment. The cherry on top is that she came to tell him weâre going ahead with my plans.â She set her empty mug down on a nearby table and grinned up at Vaggie, who had now crossed her legs and somehow still managed to stay perfectly balanced on the arm of her chair. Tiny little thing, she was. âYou should have seen his face, Vaggie. It was glorious. Iâm surprised he didnât self-combust in anger.â
âIf only.â Vaggie downed the rest of her drink. âSo, if Seraâs approved the plan â congrats, by the way, we need to celebrate - when do you start whipping us into shape?â
âMonday morning. Weâre going to announce it in here during the morning address, before we move into the training rooms.â Lute surveyed the Exorcists lounging about. âDonât know how the girls will take it, though. Canât say Iâve scheduled too many days like this.â
âIt wonât be easy at first,â Vaggie warned. âTheyâre too used to this kind of freedom.â
âI know, and if Adam undermine-â
âUNO!â
Lute and Vaggie whipped their heads around simultaneously at the sudden high-pitched squeal, Vaggie almost losing her balance and toppling off the armchair in the process. A group of five Exorcists were at a nearby table, playing the colourful card game that seemed to be all the rage.. One was grinning madly as she clutched a single card to her chest.
âWhat even is that?â
Vaggieâs eyes widened.
âSeriously? Youâve never played Uno? I know youâre a hermit Lute, but come on.â
âNo,â Lute admitted, âWho would I play with anyway, besides you?â
âFair point. But â and I say this with love â Iâm worried that youâve thrown yourself into your work a little too much lately, especially with this new program youâve created. You need to relax a little.â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing now?â Lute grumbled. âIf Iâm not training, working, or exercising, Iâm relaxing.â
âLute,â Vaggie laughed. âI could see how tense you are as soon as you walked in here â and to be honest, youâd be uptight even if you didnât have a crappy morning. This isnât chilling out. Relaxing is letting your hair down, getting a drink after training with the girls. Playing cards,â She nodded towards the group of angels, the girl who was holding one card now picking multiple others up from a pile, cursing her friends as they all giggled amongst each other. âTry it, you might enjoy it. Itâs actually pretty fun, once you get the hang of it. I absolutely annihilated Scout the other week, she wouldnât talk to me for three days.â
âMaybe. Itâs probably blurring the lines between me being their superior and being their friend, though.â
âOh yeah,â Vaggie said dryly. âAnd you donât think them taking turns being Adamâs flavour of the week blurs any lines, do you?â
Dammit. Sheâs got a point.
Lute screwed up her nose in disgust.
âThatâs different. Iâm professional, heâs⊠not.â
âIâm not saying sleep with them, geez.â Vaggie rolled her eyes and slid into a standing position. âIâm just suggesting maybe try being friendly with the other girls, thatâs all.â
âFine. Once the programâs under way. If they donât hate me for kicking their asses and making them actually work.â
âYou may be a hardass, but nobodyâs gonna hate you.â Vaggie held out her hand, motioning for Lute to take it. âCome on. Letâs grab lunch, Iâm starving.â
Would it be so bad if I let my guard down⊠just a little?
Lute took her friendâs hand, allowing herself to be pulled up off the seat. She grimaced slightly at the tenderness in her wrist where Adam had grabbed her â no doubt thereâd be a bruise there tomorrow.
âAlright, letâs go.â
Vaggie slung her arm around her friendâs shoulders as they walked towards the cafeteria together. âBuckle up, buttercup. Shitâs about to get interesting.â
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Chapter Two
#guitarspear#guardrock#lute x adam#adam x lute#hazbin hotel lute#hazbin lute#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin adam#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfic#guitarspear fic
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ă†F&H 1946: Pav's extra story - some enemies (drawings and concepts) + interactions between two idiots.
Three months of work, it's not much, i would have liked to illustrated more, but was fun at least...
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//CAUTION!: Violence, mutilation, mentions of torture, abuse, certain signs of trauma, Funger experience, labor exploitation and others.
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ACT 1 > Kaiser's cult
â An alternate version of the Bremen Elite Trooper, it seems that is infected with...huh, a parasite?, or maybe it is a parasite that took over the body, also have a yellow cloth around, funny.
â This woman of unknown origin is said to have been a spy for Bremen in the past, or rather, there are several clones of her corpse spread throughout the neighborhood, with old glory, an artificial human. Willing to expand and return those years of conquest, but for now she must meddle in the life of a certain man who has taken the existence of her Lord and any ally who frustrates the cult's plans. Hoping for some miserable miracle of resurgence, which are useless attempts. Arrogant, if you lose against her, she will force you to enter the golden calf and then burn you with it, slowly until your flesh and bones are destroyed, including other torture techniques. If she is defeated, will melt, being expelled from her own skin as a last reaction, only being a mass of withering flesh.
â And in his absence, they have created his figure to comfort themselves in days of glory, taking advantage of the commotion of the Bremen masses to boost false hope and supposed influence left by the charismatic individual. Using the support of the citizens, they rejoice in the political chaos and find the culprit of the Kaiser's fall. All of them with the power offered by the army, the experiments and contacts, in a matter of time they had to flee from the sight of the Empire, it seems that the remaining authorities are looking for them for treason. Although they continue to use some militia suits, weapons and others.
This...is not the Kaiser, but a representation of him, created based on a skinless corpse of someone who suffered a cruel fate, during the nights and midnights of the events, quite peculiar things tend to happen, some of these are the processions during these hours and throughout the neighborhood, the figure being carried by some followers.
â He will proudly get his hands dirty for the just cause of expanding the Kaiser's influence, even if he must start from this desolate neighborhood with his other comrades. A man who shows disdain and jealousy towards Pav for reaching the ranks faster in the past, he who longed to serve at the Kaiser's side and his blind vision of hunger for power drove him to do the impossible to reach the rank of lieutenant and use the army as the power of Bremen to his advantage, even though he was certainly clumsy with weapons at first and his hostile and even manic personality, he was able to achieve his goal when Pav left the rank of lieutenant and escaped. Sadly even if he couldn't be at the Kaiser's side, at least longs to be able to ruin Pav's existence even more.
''You're a coward, Yudin!, ran away, but you won't escape from me!...do you know how much it cost me to get to this position?, and you came as if nothing happened!, i had to destroy a lot of lives as much as you!, shed blood!, i longed for Kaiser to look at me!''
''Our ambitions and talents are different, but they led us to the Kaiser, the difference is that i would never have stabbed him in the back, people of Voronya like you should be dead, i would have liked to know that you would not survive...with your family''
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The lieutenant is an expert with swords and knives, and does not tend to use his firearms frequently in attacks. He tends to kick and try to cut off the body parts.
Suffers the fate of becoming an unrecognizable creature due to the effects of being exposed outside for too long in days and due to his mental/emotional imbalance.
''SO YOU WANT TO PUNCH A HOLE IN ME WITH YOUR STUPID BULLETS?, YOU WANT TO?, COME ON, COME ON, LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN''
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Will break walls, chase you through hallways and do everything to catch you, is more aggressive than his human form, wanting to tear you apart and rip your head off, taller, although his back is not noticeable has more muscle mass and in other places, looks stronger, although does not have arms, the strength comes from legs. Uses the extensions of ropes/threads of flesh as whips, usually makes strange sounds that can be detected with the radio and be careful when passing by.
He must be attacked first by the eyes of the extensions and then by the missing limbs.
â They shout: ''Hail king, hail king!, our lord!, give us back our lord!'', are more insistent, like the Wheel of Fortune they go round and round, these can be shot in several parts. In reality some of them were not even followers, they were just people who were used as test subjects. Their eyelids are sewn with wire and they spill a liquid of melted gold, spinning on a three-sided bone.
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ACT 2 > Office building
â They have been abused in different ways by the Moth Boss in the past. They can be found in various parts of the office building, it seems that can be recruited.
â This man does not have a face, the bag being the only thing that adhered to his skin. Prior to the events, Seimei helped him buy the necessary things for his baby (although they were not that close), his wife was a jealous and abusive woman, even if her husband did not have enough money for the support and the constant mistreatment of the boss. So overwhelmed that now he carries on his back the heads of his wife and the giant head of his baby, which float like balloons, communicating telepathically with this man. When Pav and Seimei defeat the Moth Boss, he thanks them, then dies with an agonizing scene when his wife's head starts insulting him. In an alternate event, Pav or Seimei can kill him with one blow, he is quite harmless.
â Tend to alarm their other companions, and are able to talk like a radio announcer. Faithful to the Moth Boss, they will do everything possible to get in the way, and are more dangerous if they come in groups. In the past, these were the bootlickers of Seimei's boss, hiding the secret that he was abused by this man. They walk erratically and seem to still retain their memories, showing hatred and a superiority complex towards Seimei. Has a variation, like climbing plants.
â In the past he was Seimei's boss, the main culprit of the suffering of most of the workers, a perverted exploiter obsessed with using them as tools and lining the pockets of the authorities. He has had Pav's neighbor under threat for a long time, even after being found dismembered in a strange ritual circle, he has returned with a new transformation, among tumors and the dust of the basement.
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ACT 3 > Noisy neighbors
â The gossiping wife even with her transformation, can be a nuisance, she will force you to eat the food she cooks for you (unless you kill her) she does not seem to have twisted intentions, or who knows, her mind has not been well after the effects, when entering her home, she follows you everywhere from behind until you sit on the dining room chair, she insists with various questions to make the conversation more pleasant (never mention her appearance), she will get violent if you do not eat the dish offers you. The woman call her husband and go up the stairs of the house, Seimei insists that they can escape now through the kitchen or find a way to hide. It is possible to destroy her hunchbacked spine, her weak point or shoot her from behind.
â The husband is dead, only his head remains, on a silver platter, what now inhabits it is a parasite that makes sounds similar to the Xenomorph and enters the mouths of humans to hatch inside and cause a slow, painful death, until burst into blood and flesh. One way to kill the parasite is with fire, other methods are a mystery.
â Neighbor and police ghouls, can be recruited, they are scattered throughout the neighborhood, inside abandoned buildings, others near or inside the police station.
â They were once neighbors, affected by the curious influence, behave like snails, melted and slimy flesh, if touch them, you get infected. As a defense mechanism, expel acid with mucus.
â A mix of leech and plant, it is a type of enemy of the park area, a neighbor in the past, there are several like this. It can cause extra damage by its teeth and the part of the human face must be weakened, then the main entrance of its other mouth. It is divided into those with flowers and others with poisonous plants. The parts can be used for medical purposes.
â Venus flytrap style, it is more wrinkled, with certain parts of a tumor, it can control corpses and they walk slowly until catch the next victim, and tear off their skin.
-Fun fact: There is another enemy that i hadn't illustrated, but it was a carnivorous plant shaped like a jar and other plants (poisonous) would grow inside the organs of some neighbors that are affected.
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*à«ąâ§ Interaction between two idiots - Category: Worst neighbors
"Remember these words, Seimei, i told you that if we were to get out of here, you should at least put the bullet in that fucking maniac"
"What the hell are you talking about when my idiot boss now has the face of an insect?"
''Former boss, but he won't be saved from being a former imbecile''
''Wearing nice shoes melts your brain''
''Look at your own first, soldier''
''Stop your delusions, old man, the office is already a war zone...''
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Honestly, i wasn't going to come back to this account because i felt like i didn't do well enough for this, i was motivated by the support that some had given in my posts, thank you very much!, i don't consider myself an artist so, only go more for the written part.
#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#f&h termina#funger#f&h#fear and hunger 2#shoseimeifungeroc#fear and hunger pav#f&h pav#pavel yudin#sho seimei#fear and hunger 1946#f&h 1946
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Ok, serious question time gang
Sean is the youngest of the circle members right?
I mean Auntie Bee is the oldest of them that's a fact. And at first I though that maybe Nathaniel was second when it came to age because he was a lieutenant but then I remembered that because he came from money it's pretty certain that he had this position bought so it doesn't mean necessary that he'd be old or older.
However, I cannot imagine putting an somewhat barely an adult in charge, back in the day of the beginnings of the war. Or during the war. I think that when he enlisted he was an adult at least meaning he was over 18.
It is possible that Dr Jean is second in age since she is a doctor and I imagine she graduated university and her studies and if the wold of Newfaire is at least a little like the 1900 then she must have been 18 when she graduated if not older and then she had some practice. She did mention that she either learned or rather put her learned skills to use during the war in the trenches.
Those facts would put both Nathaniel and Jean in their early 30 I'd say? Or just turned 30? Also, their character are just much more authoritative which may came from their position in society and profession but it just fits that sort of age. We know that Nathaniel was younger sibling but we do not know how much younger he was from his brother that drowned so that doesn't give us much perspective.
Then Marion. He said that he tagged along with Sean and his brothers Tony and Jimmy all the time. That would put them similar in age. That being said through I'm almost certain that Sean was the youngest of the siblings and we know for a fact that he enlisted illegally when he was 16. I'm assuming and knowing his character he did so because his brothers also enlisted. Which leads me to think that maybe Marion was closer in age to Sean's siblings even if it were by 2 or 3 years because he just doesn't strike me as a person that would enlisted illegally. Unless if course he saw Sean doing a big stupid and decided that someone has to keep an eye on him.
But even if they all (except for Auntie Bee) were of similar age there could be 2-3 or more age gaps between them. And we know, we KNOW for a fact that Sean enlisted ILLEGALLY.
Also, this is a shot in the dark but notice how Auntie Bee sort of feels like a motherly figure to Sean. She said that she promised his mother to keep an eye on him. If Sean and Marion has been friends from young age and if Auntie Bee knew Sean from way before the Candela can means two things. One, which is quite reasonable, that she doesn't feel that Marion needs as much protection and attention because he's more reasonable of the two (although very protective of Auntie Bee, the amount of bleed he took for her and she does treat him almost like a son) or TWO, she did made a promise to Sean's mother to keep an eye on him not only because he's a impulsive idiot but also he is simply young.
Brennan said that Sean is in his mid twenties, we don't know how long was the war but if it is based on Great War that means it lasted 4 years (at least!) I'm saying at least because if Sean enlisted at the beginning that would put him at 20 and if he enlisted later he'd be even younger.
Now come to think of it I might be stupid but I though I remembered that in Chapter 1 it was said that the war lasted a decade? I'm not sure, someone let me know so I can fix it but either way that would put Sean at 26.
So yeah, unless we know more in my mind Sean is the youngest of the Needle and the Thread.
#candela obscura#candela spoilers#critical role#sean finnerty#circle of the needle and the thread#needle and thread#chapter 2#i swear im being normal about this circle#i am
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â WHAT DO WE DO NOW? â
The Pacific One Shot
PAIRING â SNAFU SHELTON x NURSE!FEM!READER.
SYNOPSIS / The war's over, and Snafu is taking the edge off with Eugene and Burgin on the high rocks. It doesn't last very long when he notices that youâre having a victory party of your own . . .Â
TAGS: mentions of war, mentions of bullying, drinking, smoking, swearing + snafu being snafu
PROMPTS: â can I kiss you? â / â will you stay with me? â
WORD COUNT: 1,991
A/N:Â this story is a bit different than the usual marine x nurse!reader trope. usually the nurse!reader is deemed perfect or is a childhood crush from the town theyâre from who reunites with their lover after the war, but i wanted to make them like the outcast who finds some sort of comfort in the bad boy vibe from snafu who holds a soft spot for her in the end. this gift is for @latibvlesâ from your secret santa <3 iâm late but merry xmas!!!! and thank u for allowing me to participate in secret santa @hbowardailyââ âenjoy :))
THE DAY the Japanese surrendered, you had just finished patching up a Marine who suffered several cuts to his lower calf. For years you adjusted to the blood-curdling screams and moans from Marine after Marine, tending to them as they begged you a bunch of nonsense â that nonsense would have worsened their wounds and injuries. But that was your job in the Pacific theatre.
The screams and cries were now chants and balls of laughter, something you havenât heard in a very long time. Maybe you have heard them here and there from the tents and hospitalsâ small talks whenever you passed by the cots, they were short-lived. Either they died the next day or their souls died acknowledging this war that felt like an eternity, the laughing would just be dead silence.
It was nice to hear a bunch of men and young boys have a victory party out at base camp.
Although, you left them be. You didn't like the idea of intruding, and drunk men gawking at you. You stayed back to clean up. A couple of nurses were enjoying their own victory parties, clinking glass bottles of coke and wine. You were clinking bottles of medicine back into the shelves.
Outside, Snafu, Burgin and Eugene isolated themselves from the Marines. Watching them party from below was a view, but looking up at the night sky was a movie.
"You see that? Line of stars angling up?" Snafu points up at the dark sky.
"Yep," Burgin answers with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
"That's Snafu's peckuh." He listened to the conversation with Eugene and Lieutenant Mac.
One question stuck with him that Mac asked out theoretically. "What do we do now?" Snafu scoffs. "What an idiot."
He was in a small daze. Burgin hands the bottle of alcohol to Snafu.
What could he do? Clean up the mess on the islands, organize everything and take roll call, finish all his duties, clean himself up with a fresh uniform and a plane and train back to Louisiana. There was just one thing he gotta do first once he took his first sip of alcohol.
"I gotta take a piss." He climbs down the rocks, reminding him that he didn't need to keep his head down and adjust his helmet like from the times he instinctively ducks down to avoid being seen by the Japanese. He lands on the gravel and walks over to the side.
Meanwhile, he wished there were women joining in on the fun. But like Eugene would eventually tell his brother back in Mobile, they were off limits. But itâs not like Snafu is obedient every now and then.Â
And with that, he watched you from afar. While everyone else was doing God knows what, he wondered where the rest of the infirmary staff were while you were left to handle the manual labor all by yourself. Maybe he didnât need to pee off in the corner after all. And so he followed you as you went back inside your tent.Â
He just watched you at the foot of it, the small breeze from the night moving the curtain a bit so he could see a better view of your uniform. And of course, he was staring at certain places.
You were beautiful, he thought. But he could say that about every other nurse here.Â
His look-see didnât last very long. You turned around when you felt another presence just as you were carrying the twentieth box of inventory into one of the crates.Â
âJESUS!â You screamed, dropping the box of medical supplies and crashing on the ground.Â
âTerribly sorry for startling you,â but the young manâs grin never faded. He allowed himself in the tent.Â
âThatâs close enough, Marine.â You made him halt in his tracks. For one thing, he could be drunk out of his mind, looking to sink his claws into someone for pleasure. What was separating him from your safety was the spill that he could foolishly slip and injure him in. And that would be another job to do. Speaking of, you looked down at the shattered glass pieces and substances scattered on the ground. At least it wasnât too toxic for exposure. âGreat.â
âLike I said, I apologize for the disturbance,â the man said.
âDisturbance is an understatement. You can say you scared the shit out of me.â You bent down and carefully gathered the glass shards, ironically touching them with your bare hands when you know you should be getting a broom and dustpan for that... and perhaps some safety gloves and a separate bin to dispose glass.
Snafu raised his brows. âI wouldnât touch that, maâam. Iâd get aââ
âYeah, I know.â You stopped doing what you were doing.
The smell of rubbing alcohol nearly filled the air, and there was an unopened pack of sulfur powder. The last time he saw someone use sulfer powder on an infected wound was the First Lieutenant. âThatâs the thing, maâam. I see you packed up all the cleaning supplies. Digging through the dozens of them would be beating the dead horse.â
âI canât just leave spilt rubbing alcohol on the ground. Itâs a safety hazard. I canât get in trouble again.â
Again? Oh yeah. Snafu watched you kneel on the ground, carelessly getting your sheer tights stained with dirt. He found himself studying you again. In ways he was checking you out previously, but also recognizing the same features he saw when he visited the infirmary tents to see if there were any bandaids left for Burginâs cuts on his fingers. That day, you were scolded by another nurse for something and the rest of them stared at you like a bug that needed to be squashed. Not only were the nurses staring at you, but so were the Marines who were being treated. Snafu was present to see all of that while he was patiently waiting at the curtains. It intrigued him. Normally he would chuckle to himself over how clumsy someone can be, but a part of him felt that pity. If this was him back in Louisiana, heâd be feeling just as small.
When you made eye contact with him, you said nothingâ he was just every other Marine seeking assistance, so you handed over a pack of bandaids. You kept your head down, refusing to let him notice that you were on the verge of tears. He thought nothing of it, and moved along.
âHang on, doll. Iâve seen you before,â he nods down at you. âYouâre like the doormat.â
You scoff at that. âNot an understatement.â And he wasnât wrong, either. You werenât exactly the unlikeable one in the bunch, but these nurses werenât planning on sticking around to become best friends with you for life during and after the war. Meanwhile, the majority of the men looked at you differently, either like eye-candy or a nurse who needed more training. You couldnât hold small talk with anyone you worked with. Not a single nurse gave off a friendly vibe, and it reminded you of those snobby kids in high school. It shouldnât affect you when you had a serious job and the cause was likely due to the physical and mental exhaustion from the war, but still... it stung.Â
Snafu grins, the alcohol wasnât even speaking for him. He only took one sip out of the bottle Mac gave them, anyway. He was just like that. âCan I kiss you?â
âAbsolutely not.â Your face beamed red.
âWhy? You kissed that Marine from Love Company.â
âYouâre very likely mistaking me for another nurse, then. I donât kiss Marines. I nurse them back to health when they get shrapnel in their eyes.â
âThen how about I find you back home and then I can kiss you?â
âNo. God," you huff. "You'd do anything to win a girl's heart. You just suck at it. You're the type to run through Makin Island to get to the likes of blondes."
âNot exactly,â he corrects you. âAnd warâs over, maâam.â
âI canât believe you just asked me that out of the blue,â you shook your head in disbelief. But were you even surprised? âYou donât even know my name.â
âIâm Merriell Shelton,â he extends a hand.Â
You knew how you wanted a formal introduction to go between you and a man. You expect the man to be polite, and it all started by shaking his hand. But this was Merriell, as you come to learn his nameâ in which you assume he is given a different nickname by the Marines fighting out there. You heard that the Marines nicknamed First Lieutenant Eddie Jones âHillbillyâ, and then-Captain Andrew Haldane âAck-Ackâ. For Merriell, it could be something you imagine to be vulgar. Â
You stare down at his hand, not reaching yours out to shake it. âWell, Merriell Shelton. I will not kiss you. You should go.â
"So what did you do before all this, Miss?" Snafu dodges your order.Â
You roll your eyes and stared at the tiny bottles of ibuprofen tossed in the box, wishing you were back home, doing what you did before all of this. "Just like any other young adult. Helped around the house, tried to get pass through potential colleges. Never thought I'd end up on the other side of the world."
"You're telling me." Snafu nearly spat on the ground. If he had done it, you'd be clearly annoyed and disgusted. You knew these men had gone through so much that even their manners and behaviour were picked up by the conditions on the islands. Even if he had spat, war or no war, you would choose to not say anything.
You and Snafu could hear the loud shouts and laughter outside acquainted with music. Eugene and Burgin must be wondering where MerriellâSnafuâ wandered off to now after urinating on the ground somewhere.Â
âSo... what do we now?â He asks, repeating Macâs words.Â
No one was an idiot in this moment for even asking that. What could the two of you do right now?
âWell, Merriell Shelton, because you just gave me another job, what I am gonna do is sit here and wait for a nurse to come stumbling in to help me clean up.â
âThereâs no way they would come and help you. For one thing, they would be too drunk to even carry a broom. They would make you do it yourself. If anything, I can help.â
âAfter scaring me like that and asking for a kiss? You should be on your way drinking with your friends out there, no?â
âI find this encounter much more entertaining.â
âWhy? There are nurses out there to drink and laugh with.â
âI remember faces, maâam. Some of them werenât that friendly to you that one time.â
âHow do you know that?â
He shrugs. âI remember faces.âÂ
You got up and sat on one of the chairs. âWell, Iâm done working for them and with them. Therefore, Iâm not unloading the cargo for a dustpan and broom.â
âThen I suggest you leave the mess here for them to clean up, and make sure thereâs no wet floor sign so they can slip on their mistake. Make it seem they were too stupid to realize they dropped a few things in here. They dunâ need to know the truth.â You look up at him. He was smirking.Â
âTheyâll say something. Will you stay with me?â you ask. âJust donât try and kiss me. I will hit you so hard in the face, Marine.â
Snafu smiles. âYou donât have to stay in here and wait for it all to unfold.â He extends his hand out once more. âWeâre staying by the rocks away from everyone else. Iâll introduce you to Sledgehammer. Maybe Iâll finally get you to tell me your name, by then.â
You smiled back and took his hand. Perhaps one friend is better than many.
END.
#the pacific one shot#the pacific imagine#the pacific x reader#the pacific#hbo the pacific#hbo war#snafu shelton x reader#snafu shelton one shot#snafu shelton imagine#snafu shelton#the pacific imagines#snafu shelton imagines#reader insert#one shot#imagine#hbowarsanta22
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you keep posting about columbo. do i need to watch it would u recommend?
first of all sorry for answering more than a week later... i had a feeling if i just keep on columboposting all alone eventually someone will be like what's going on.. my brain's been like THE KLUMBO!! every day most days for a while now so bear with me for a moment
my answer to "do you recommend x" is always that i can tell you about it, say what i like about it and what's possibly not to like so you can better evaluate whether it's something you would enjoy, yeah? đł like in the end it's either for you or it isn't and only you can find out. you know what i mean
um so columbo, the episodes are feature-length self-contained murder mysteries, if you wanted to you could start anywhere. and they aren't exactly mysteries because the concept is that you watch the murder happen and then the clues that lead to the arrest are uncovered gradually and the lieutenant and the killer dance around each other until the latter incriminates themself. usually because they underestimated columbo because he's a shabby little guy and appears to be sort of a bumbling idiot but is actually incredibly perceptive and sharp-witted, and he knows how the (usually rich) self-important murderers see him and uses that against them, as well as his compassion and intuition. that's pretty much it, it's a reverse whodunnit
i think (and it may be obvious) that the appeal of the show other than the crime/mystery is columbo, if you like him that could possibly be the thing that makes you continue watching. so i'll tell you that he doesn't carry a gun, can't stand the sight of blood, or high places, loves his wife. and his dog. simple guy, shrewd though. same rumpled coat and shitty little peugeot convertible all the time. he's very socratic in his methods, non-violent, and i think that's what really attracted me to this show. i enjoy the masculinity without the usual baggage, without the arrogance and the domineering and the posturing, if that makes sense lol.. plus i think peter falk's performance is wonderfully human, stephen fry said this once in an interview if i remember correctly: there's a certain warmth to it. columbo's a humble, virtuous character, yeah he's disheveled, a little all over the place but he understands people and is endlessly curious and dedicated and that's how he wins. and i like that and i think he's a bit of an unusual character because we're far from the macho tough guy cops who intimidate and coerce and threaten And from the trope of the egotistical superhuman genius detective.. he's a little guy c'maahn he's just a little guyy (it's not about him though viewers aren't even supposed to know his first name and it's hard to tell when he's bluffing and his private life is never the focus. so, a mysterious little guy)
TLDR: yes i recommend it if you like mysteries and would enjoy a crime drama with moments of silliness or would appreciate the unconventional masculinity (for his time definitely) i see in this character, and no i don't recommend it if you'd rather watch things that are short and snappy or if you strongly prefer an overarching plot or if you hate the look and feel of the 70s or if you don't like peter falk's whole deal and especially not if your pet peeve is talking in circles. oh and there are some moments and aspects of episodes that didn't age well but they're very few and far between imo. just wanted to mention that, i know nothing is perfect ofc<3
so yeah i do recommend it because i love it, thank you for asking !! :)
#i had this whole thing where i rambled about which episodes are probably best to start with but i'm just gonna sayâ start with murder by#the book (first episode but not the pilot) or double exposure or suitable for framing. opinions vary on many episodes but i think these are#generally loved. also negative reaction has a killer that didn't interest me but it's great for getting to know columbo#but there are many articles and posts with opinions about which episodes are the best and which are good to start with#articles about why people watch/love columbo too. like if you didn't trust me and wanted different sources hdshvy#ask#columbo
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SENT FROM @stingslikeabeeâ â       ( unscripted ask / always accepting )
Melissa walked into the captain's ready room once Daigo authorized her entrance; however, the woman was out of uniform and instead dressed in a short, sequined dress with fringes for movement in addition to high heels, the counselor's long hair pinned in a long ponytail at the top of the head. Ordinarily, that would have been a strange sight - but the telepath (just like most of the crew) was on shore leave for the next two days while the Tojo underwent regularly scheduled maintenance at the station they had docked a couple of hours earlier. "Captain, I'm just dropping by to remind you that shore leave was granted to all senior officers, including yourself," the woman added with a pointed glance at the man who was still in his regular attire and sitting behind the desk as if prepared to go over paperwork or do something related to his duties instead of getting off ship and joining his friends and crewmates at the many facilities of the space station. "Considering that Doctor Kashiwagi has already gone to his botanical garden tour, I'm the most qualified medical staff on board to order you to relax, sir," Melissa grinned, and leaned against the wall next to the doors of the captain's ready room, arms crossing over the sequined fabric and making the softest of the noises when her bracelets jingled - as usual, the Inadian had the black stones which served as blockers of her telepathic powers around her wrist, turning her into someone virtually human. "What are your plans today, sir? Otherwise, I might need to force you to attend a workshop on Kheserian salsa with me. I had no idea we needed to bring a partner and you mentioned you were good at dancing, so..." the brunette paused, biting her lower lip to hide a smile and not caring to mask a certain degree of pleading in her honey-colored eyes, "What do you say, Daigo? I'm asking as a friend. Don't make me order this as your counselor."
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Daigo wrapped his hands around his cup of coffee in order to soak in the warmth and sighed. The replicator never got his favorite beverage quite right ; it always tasted a bit stale. Nevertheless, Daigo had grown used to it. So much so that he didn't even entertain the idea of venturing beyond the confines of the Tojo once it docked for something more fresh.
Shore leave for the majority of the crew meant a quiet ship for the captain. One that Daigo could roam various decks of with no one calling his name or the sound of his communicator beeping. It was just him and this beautiful vessel, which he viewed with a certain fondness that was difficult to put into words.
The captain moved from the replicator to the large desk in the room. He placed his cup down carefully and frowned at the two tablets placed on its surface, each with a different report for him to read. Daigo sat and reached for the first. As his hand connected with it, there came a request for entry from the door.
What the â ?? Daigo released the tablet and leaned to the side to check the notification. Surely, most of the crew were gone by now. With his lips pressed together in a thin line, Daigo unlocked the door and settled back in his chair. He grabbed his coffee and clasped it in his lap, bottom balanced against one of his thighs.
The Counselor's unusual attire was not lost on the cabin, who felt his breath catch in his throat. Melissa Drysdell certainly was a beautiful woman. Her sequined dress, which was far more flattering than any of the Federation's uniforms, accented her figure perfectly. Perhaps, the captain looked too long ; he felt a light pink dust the top of his cheeks as he forced his dark eyes up. "Salsa ??" he echoed lamely.
Fucking idiot. Daigo cleared his throat, shifting his weight in an effort to sit up straighter. He sipped his coffee and pulled his thoughts together. "Lieutenant Drysdell," he attempted. At the change in her expression, Daigo exhaled slowly. "Melissa." That seemed to appease her short, playful irritation with him.
"This is a report from Lieutenant Commander Lyx containing her opinion of the warp drive upgrades that the Tojo will receive tomorrow ; it is critical that I go over it again. To make sure I understand." Daigo placed his cup onto the desk and stood, though his stare remained on the tablets blinking up at him. "Warp technology is no small thing, Melissa â I need to know every detail of these changes."
"Again ??" Melissa echoed, stifling the gentle laugh that should have accompanied her amusement.
"I read it when it was first delivered to me last week," the captain explained. Daigo's eyes returned to her then. They narrowed at the slight shake of her head. He plucked his coffee up and sipped it obstinately, as if to show that he would not be moved. ( even despite the needling doubt in his brain, which begged to do something with the confusing, lovely woman sharing the room with him. )
Melissa left the wall and approached the desk instead. His drinking was in response to unseen nerves : he was a fidgeter, after all, and that behavior tended to increase when he was uneasy. This told the Counselor that her words were getting through that infamously thick skull . . . but he was too anxious to leave his post. Daigo lived his life afraid that the Tojo would tear to pieces the moment he left the bridge. An admirable trait in a captain if handled well ; unfortunately, Daigo took it to extremes.
The Inadian wrapped her fingers around the drink as well, careful not to brush his at the handle. She was aware that her abilities spooked him in quieter moments ( and the black tourmaline on her wrist didn't always negate that irrational fear as much as she would like ). Slowly, Melissa lowered the cup. One less little shield to contend with.
"You overworked yourself into an almost - heart attack last month," Melissa said. "Or, did you forget that, Daigo ?? We had to practically strap you to the biobed to make you stay in sickbay for one day." A deep breath, a short pause to let that reminder sink in. "I know that the Tojo is important to you ; I am not requesting you to take full leave. What I am asking, though, as your friend, is that you get outside of these walls for a little while. You need breaks. If you don't take them, your ship may lose her captain â everyone onboard will lose you."
Daigo's dark gaze flicked to the side, and Melissa held her breath. The captain mulled it over. His medical incident five weeks ago had scared him. It was another case of Kashiwagi murmuring that Daigo shouldn't be alive, but his words lacked the usual friendly tone for alien attacks or wounds received in skirmishes. The damage that Daigo was inflicting on his own body was very much avoidable.
Eventually, he sighed. "I doubt a captain's uniform is . . . appropriate for dancing," Daigo finally relented, powering down the tablets on his desk. "Do I have fifteen minutes to change ??"
"You have thirty, actually," Melissa confessed with a smile. "I anticipated a fight, so I came early."
Daigo chuckled darkly. "You are a very wise woman, Lieutenant Drysdell."
#ooc. :)))#‿ VERSE. â SPACE FEDERATION 01 â ALL WE HAVE IS NOW#‿ â€. â WORLD â MELISSA & DAIGO#‿ IC. â ANSWERED#stingslikeabee
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Goodbye to All That by Robert Graves
Iâm not entirely certain as to how I ought to review this one. Unlike the previous books Iâve reviewed, Goodbye to All That is a memoir, and I donât really think Iâm at liberty to tell someone that theyâve written their life stories incorrectly. I suppose, then, that this is more of a collection of thoughts.
Goodbye to All That is the autobiography of Robert Graves, a British poet, from his birth in 1895 to about 1926. While it covers his schooling and his writing career in the early 1920s, the bulk of the book is about his time as an officer in the Royal Welch Fusiliers during the First World War, in which he took part in the Battles of Loos in September 1915 and the Somme in July 1916. Graves is one of the so-called âwar poets,â a label that includes perhaps about a dozen British writers (plus the Canadian McCrae) but is usually narrowed down to Graves, Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen. (Or perhaps Rupert Brooke, if one is an idiot.) The war poets wrote evocative poetry about their experiences of the war, generally influenced by pacifism and disgust at the perceived mismanagement of the war (as well as some fairly severe PTSD), and itâs often said today that their works helped create a skewed image of the war. Certainly, the experiences of Graves (as well as both Sassoon and Owen) were not typical. Most of the war poets were middle-to-upper-class junior officers, lieutenants and captains; the casualty rate for junior officers in the trenches was unquestionably appalling. When Graves mentions another officer in his company and battalion, they are nearly ubiquitously killed or badly wounded. Losing friends and acquaintances at such an alarming rate, while still being expected to lead men into the teeth of machine guns and artillery regardless, would embitter anyone against the war.
Yet I must concede that Gravesâ experiences were not âtypical.â I personally donât believe thereâs any such thing as a âtypicalâ experience of any event, so that prospect doesnât trouble me too much. Regardless of oneâs opinions of Haig and Lloyd George and âLions Led By Donkeys,â Goodbye to All That remains a very readable account of one manâs experience of the war, and we would be poorer for not having it.
Itâs probably becoming increasingly clear that I donât plan these reviews out before writing them.
The Britain (and indeed the world) of Goodbye to All That is both familiar and alien. The rigid social order has changed a little, as perhaps have the more bizarre social cues created by class (except, perhaps, at Eton and its ilk.) Itâs difficult to imagine any modern nation accepting massive casualties with such outward stoicism, or mothers writing to the Times extolling the virtue of sending men into the meat grinder. The casual racism is worded and enacted differently, but Iâd be hard-pressed to say that itâs vanished. Yet there remain familiar aspects of life; black, absurd humour in the face of adversity, ex-servicemen being let down by the government once theyâve stopped being useful, and thereâs even a pandemic towards the end. The peculiar aspects of regimental culture were quite amusing to me - Graves admits to being thankful to be in a proud regiment like the Royal Welch rather than having joined the Cheshires or, god forbid, the Bedfordshires. He writes of the prejudices held by officers regarding which battalions were âgoodâ or âbadâ (working Midlanders and Northerners, Londoners, Ulstermen and Colonials generally good, Scots less so, and then on and on until you reach the Public Schools Battalion, which is completely worthless) which are illuminating if somewhat cruel. Gravesâ description of people, units and places is candid, and one might say occasionally tactless. Indeed, the publishing of this book in 1929 seems to have burned a lot of his bridges.
Honestly, Iâm struggling to find the right words for this one. I knocked it off quickly, which is certainly a good sign, and Iâd definitely recommend it, but I just donât think Iâm the right person to review this one.
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Sundew
This came to me in that space where the alarm clock has bumped you awake and you canât get a certain thing out of your head, but youâre not quite asleep or dreaming either? I suppose itâs sort of a half-dream. This is all you get, btw. I havenât pinned down (and probably wonât) any of the rest like why theyâre on Earth, why Zelda sent a giant sundew to the planet, WHERE it ended up, how it caught Mary, or anything.
Saw sundews on âScotland: The New Wildâ Sunday night which might have inspired it; I love carnivorous plants anyway (I have two growing on my kitchen windowsill) so it wasnât a great leap to end up with this. Plus of course I wanted one where Hiroâs love of plants could be the bit that saves everyone! (Even in the episode where the plant was (essentially) the bad guy, AND it was all happening in their own home environment, these two idiots werenât allowed to be the heroes without help. So. Yes I am biased.)
I am still working on all my other things. I'm about halfway to a new chapter of werekestrel, wahaha. I just needed to scribble this down.
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The plant looked like a giant sundew - easily taller than a human, the great spoon-shaped leaves covered in fleshy crimson spines, each tipped with a glistening globule of dew. Velvety, dusky-pink ribbons that could have been petals? or bracts? or... something... spiralled down from thickened, wrinkly bulbs like little brains at the top of the thickest stems.
The skeletonised remains of small animals and birds drooped from the upper leaves, like small treasures held in open palms to tempt in the unwary.
And at the top, wrapped in six or seven of the aggressive leaves, was Captain Falconer. It had already stolen her pistol and carried it far out of reach â not that she looked in any position to fight to get it back. Limbs slack, her head lolled backwards and her eyes were almost closed â she looked at very least unconscious, if she was even still alive.
âOh, no, oh no no no!â 101 squeaked, alarmed. âDonât you worry, maâam, weâll have you out of there in no time-!â He took up position just out of reach and drew his weapon.
âNo, 101. Wait.â Hiro dropped into a hasty crouch next to him and mantled both hands over the gun. âNo shooting.â
âWhat do you mean, no shooting?! Itâs eating her!â the zeroid wailed. âWe have to get her out of there!â
âAnd we shall do. But we will do it my way â with kindness and diplomacy.â
âDiplomacy? Itâs a pla-ant!â 101 despaired. âWhat part of âitâs eating herâ did you miss, first time around? Did I not enunciate it properly?!â
âNo, I understood you. I just think there may be a better solution than going straight into shooting it to pieces. Not to mention, we may injure the captain in the process.â
From her elevated vantage point, Captain Falconer watched with a sort of detached calm. The plant was obviously exuding some sort of sedative in its dew because in spite of the rash of itchy spots everywhere it had oozed through her clothing and made contact with her skin, she felt remarkably peaceful. Mostly comfortable. Not in any pain. She smiled at her two would-be rescuers and mouthed the greeting â hi â but no sound accompanied it.
101 looked up at her. âIâm really sorry, Captain! I donât know whatâs got into him, apart from itâs a plant so of course heâs having a freaking moment!â
Hiro shook his head, with a tired smile. âWould you stand watch, please? Just in case Zelda is monitoring all this and decides she needs to encourage a little more violence? I would prefer you were ready to defend us and not caught off-guard.â
âWhat?â 101 turned and immediately saw what the lieutenant was planning. âOh, whoa, what? No!â His vocalisations grew steadily more frantic. âHiro, what are you doing? What are you doing?! Oh, no, donât you dare. Donât you dare! You hear me?! Donât! Oh please Hiro please donât, I canât rescue you both! I donât even have hands-!â
But Hiro had already walked forwards, and with his hands up and palms out in a show of trust, stepped into the embrace of the leaves.
At first, the plant automatically grabbed him, with one of the enormous spatulate leaves covered in dewdrops, like an enormous sticky hand coming round behind his shoulders. Then-... it hesitated.
Hiro had picked out one of the long curling ribbonlike tendrils, with its coating of fine velvety red hairs. He held it in both hands, carefully, sandwiching it between both palms, before bringing it to his chest.
The other leaves that had been converging on his position suddenly all froze in place, trembling.
Hiro closed his eyes and concentrated. ~Hello, friend.~
The response was more of a series of vague impressions than actual words, but the meaning came across quite clearly. Confusion. A fading aggression. Surprise. Friend?
~I wish you no harm. I fear our first meeting has not been under best circumstances. I would like to rectify that...~
101 watched in jittery astonishment for a second or two. It... actually seemed like... maybe they were communicating?
Attempting to burn off a little of his agitation, the zeroid took to patrolling the perimeter, a slow fractious wobbly start-stop orbit. Heâd do a quarter circuit, then stop, peer into the distance and check no-one was approaching, then spend just as long watching Hiro, worried. It was taking every ounce of willpower and trust in his best friend not to give into temptation and shoot the leaves off at the point they joined the plantâs thick trunk.
Hiro was still standing, though, and not because the leaf was holding him up. So it wasnât eating him, 101 guessed. (Hoped.) Unless it had hypnotised him to be able to balance. 101 fidgeted, dismissed the thought before it could get itself too firmly established, and resumed his patrol.
He was on his sixteenth circuit when Hiro finally spoke out loud.
âBe ready to look after Captain Falconer,â the young man instructed, dreamily.
101 skidded to a halt. âWhat do you mean?â
âThat plant is about to let her go. Please do not be in the way, but be ready to monitor her biosigns. I think she should be fine but she will probably not fully rouse for a little while.â
âWhat about you?â
âWell, I have successfully bargained for her release. Hopefully my new friend may be persuaded to let me go as well.â
â-hopefully?!-â
â...now, are you ready?â
âWhat?! Oh! Er? Right!â
The plant let Mary gracelessly down to the ground in a whispering rush of leaves; clumsy and probably uncomfortable but it managed not to let her head impact the ground as it did so. When it let her go, all the blobs of dew came away from the leaves, leaving her decorated with what looked like a thousand shimmering bubbles.
101 got round behind her and pushed her gently out of reach of the plant, then burrowed under her arm so her hand lay with the palm flat on his casing. Although any close contact was technically good enough, he could pick up her vital signs better that way; her heartbeat was slow, and soft, but steady â her breathing too. Like he imagined it would be if sheâd been heavily sedated. Well, that all tallied. She was very sticky, too, but that would wash off. (He hoped it would wash off, seeing as it was all getting on him, as well. Ugh.)Â
Unexpectedly, a minute or two later the plant released Hiro, as well; he stumbled backwards, lost his balance, and landed with a wince on his backside.
âAre you all right?â 101 was immediately fussing around him. âTalk to me? Did it hurt you? Are you okay?â
âI am fine.â He tolerated the zeroidâs increasingly anxious (and slightly heavy-handed) checkup for only a few seconds before pressing both hands to him with an exasperated laugh. âArgh! Owun, I am FINE! Go look after Mary!â
âAt least just tell me how you knew it wouldnât eat you?â 101 wondered.
âWell, I... didnât, for definite. But I was fairly confident.â
âFairly conf-...â 101 butted into him, frustrated. â...you are gonna make me blow a fuse, one day, and NOT in the good way.â
Hiro patted his cowling, then grimaced at the long strands of sticky dew that came away on his fingers. âCome on. We still have a job to finish.â He gathered Mary carefully against him so she wasnât sprawled out over the rocky ground, then ensured her palm was back against the zeroidâs exterior. âHave you raised the alarm with the others?â
âYeah. I calculate theyâre about forty-five minutes out.â 101 approximated a sigh. âCould Zelda not have at least found a plant that wasnât gross and sticky? I am going to be completely covered in twigs and dirt by the time we get home and I KNOW Zeroâll make a big deal out of it for weeks.â He leaned against Hiroâs leg, and grumbled; âAnd people act like Iâm weird when I say I prefer it up on my lovely clean spaceship.â
Hiro cleared his throat, delicately. âWhose lovely clean spaceship?â
âUm. The?â
Hiroâs eyebrows still hadnât stopped their voyage to deep space.
A little huff. âFine. Your lovely clean spaceship.â
Hiro laughed. âOur spaceship, I think? Cheer up, my friend. I will help you bathe when we get back. You will soon be your clean fashionable self again.â
The zeroid gave a satisfied little chirp and wiggled himself comfortable against his friendâs side while they waited for collection. Mary slept peacefully on, although sheâd started very slightly to stir, so was obviously recovering nicely.
âSo, uh. What are we gonna do with Sticky, anyway?â 101 kept looking back at the monster sundew, as if not totally convinced it wasnât about to change its mind, get up on its roots, and come after them again.
âOh, I think Sunny is a nicer name, do you not?â At the full-body eyeroll, Hiro smiled, and patted his sticky zeroid on the crown of his head. âIt was already a terribly long way from home when Zelda found it, in a damaged, abandoned exploratory vessel. She promised to find it a new and better home. It had been alone for so long, in the cold and the dark, of course it agreed. She sent it to Earth as a spore on the side of a cargo vessel, which is how it evaded our attention.â
101 looked up at him, cocked exasperatedly to one side. -and?-
âI told it we would find a home for it, until we can work out where it belongs. It accepts that we may never be able to send it home, but... At least we can find it somewhere that we can care for it and feed it, and give it the company it desires.â
101 gave him a loaded glance. âPlease donât say you mean on Spacehawk-!â
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Plot twist: it IS an Earth sundew, picked up in prehistory by aliens, experimented on and given sentience and size in an effort to make it some sort of âproperty defence organismâ, then some disaster befell the crew before they finished and they abandoned it on their ship, just drifting, where Zelda finally found it. So it WAS far from home. Itâs just... not far from home any more?
#Terrahawks#Space Sgt 101#Lieutenant Hiro#Captain Mary Falconer#zeroids#sentient carnivorous plants#sundew
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Forbidden Love (3) - The One Where Alison Disobeys An Order, Again
Pairing: Jason Pelham x Alison Jones
Summary: Jones comes back to Firehouse 51 after being away for two weeks. Pelham can't help but feel guilty and responsible for her injuries, leading him to keep a distance from her. A fight between the lieutenant and a firefighter only brings them closer.
Warning: mention of injuries, mention of an abusive stepfather.
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A/N: English is not my first language, so Iâm sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy this chapter! đ
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Staring at her phone, Alie bit the inside of her cheek. She had left Pelham a bunch of texts, but he never replied. He was ignoring her and she knew exactly why. Pelham had been avoiding her since that shift when Severide blamed him for her injuries.
âSeveride shouldnât have talked to Pelham like that, it wasnât his fault.â Sylvie said as she took a seat next to Alie on the couch. Looking over her phone, Alie saw her friend and sighed.
âYeah. Severide is not being himself lately, I canât really blame him.â Alie explained. Before she could say anything else, her attention was caught by a certain lieutenant making his way to the locker room. âIâll be right back.â Alie quickly mumbled, stumbling off the couch as she tried to catch up with Pelham.
Entering the locker room, Alie leaned on the doorway as Pelham sat on the bench, putting his bag on the floor.
âYou didn't reply to any of my texts.â She softly said, testing the waters. Pelham kept his head down, minding his business, and didnât say a word. Nodding her head in understanding, Alie licked her lips. âYou donât want to talk to me. I get it. Iâm sorry to bother you, lieutenant.â She left the room with her head down, completely embarrassed. She felt like an idiot, begging for the attention of a man she barely knew.
Pelham shoved his bag inside his locker, slamming the door shut right after. He already felt guilty for what happened to Alison and Severide only made him feel worst. For the last couple of days, he barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, that scene repeated in his head, Alie holding his hand as the floor collapsed beneath her feet. What happened in just a few seconds kept repeating in slow motion. He couldnât forget the fear in Alieâs eyes as she fell down. The way she held his hand for dear life before everything happened. It was too much. But he also couldnât forget the way she smiled when she was lying under him, joking around and making snarky comments, even through the pain. The pain of the bruises and the rib she broke because of him.
He couldnât quite understand why that was messing up with his head. Of course, he felt guilty, someone from his team got hurt under his supervision butâŠWhy was he feeling like he let Alie down?
Pelhamâs thought was disturbed by the sound of the alarm blasting in the room. Truck 81 and Ambo 61 were being requested to attend a car accident. Quickly, Pelham ran to the apparatus floor and stepped inside his turnout gear, glancing at Alie every now and then. Before climbing in the front seat of the truck, Pelham met Alieâs eyes, but she quickly looked away. And thatâs how she spent the whole ride. Looking outside the window, avoiding Pelhamâs eyes.
Once the truck came to a stop, Pelham stepped out and approached the scene. A tree had fallen on top of a car that was passing by the street. There were two victims stuck inside the vehicle and no one knew in what state they were in because the branches were blocking their vision.
âHey, Gallo!â Pelham barked after taking a look at the vehicle. "I want you to stabilize the trunk so we relieve the pressure on the vehicle.â Walking up to the truck, Pelham grabbed the chainsaw. âMouch, youâre with me. Weâre going to cut those branches so the paramedics can take a look at the victims.â
Nodding their heads, Mouch and Gallo did what they were told. Alison stood in place, looking around in confusion. âUh-hum.â She dramatically cleared her throat. âWhat about me, lieutenant?â She angled up her brows.
âYouâre going to keep the pedestrians away and make sure the traffic continues to flow as normally as possible.â Pelham spoke over his shoulder.
Clenching her jaw, Alie licked her lips and nodded. Turning her back to the lieutenant, she walked to the truck and grabbed the traffic cones. Alie was sure Pelham was getting his revenge on her for disobeying his orders on her last shift. However, she had no idea Pelham was doing that to protect her. Alie had broken her rib two weeks ago, and even though she said she was fine, Pelham didnât believe her. He didnât want her carrying too much weight or making too much effort. She should rest.
Half an hour went by. The branches had been cut off and placed by the side of the road, so Mouch, Gallo, and Pelham rolled the remains of the trunk off the vehicle. Violet and Sylvie were having a hard time trying to take care of the victims, so after looking around, Alie noticed that the traffic had gone back to normal and she wasnât needed anymore. Rushing to the vehicle, Alie climbed on the back seat and helped Sylvie take the driver out of the car while Violet took care of the victim in the passenger seat.
When Pelham returned to the scene and didnât see Alie taking care of the traffic, he lost his mind. Feeling like his head was going to explode, he waited until she stepped out of the vehicle so he could leash his anger at the firefighter.
âHave you lost your mind!?â He shouted, following Alie to the truck. As she pretended to ignore his callings, Pelham grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn around and face him. "Goddammit, Jones!â
As Alie turned around and stared deep inside his eyes, she noticed the vein popping on Pelhamâs forehead. He could scream and shout as much as he wanted. She didnât fear him. But she pissed him off. Now she had to take the consequences.
After glaring at Pelhamâs hold on her arm, Alie looked up and met the lieutenantâs eyes. Taking a deep breath, she spoke with a calm, steady voice. âLet go of my arm.â
Taking his hand off of her, Pelham frowned, taking a step closer. âIs there any authority you respect, Jones? Iâm pretty sure you were used to stepping over Caseyâs orders, but Iâm not Casey. SO WHEN I GIVE YOU AN ORDER, I EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW IT!â His sudden rise of voice made Alie flinch, taking her eyes off of him. âIf I have to yell at you again, it wonât be this nice. Do you understand me, Jones?â He asked through gritted teeth.
Alie was not going to take this kind of treatment and do anything. It was a dangerous move, yet she couldn't help the anger pumping through her veins as she clenched her hands into a fist. Feeling her chest rise and fall with rapid breaths, she clenched her jaw and took a step closer to Pelham, her nose only a few inches away from his.
"Donât be deceived, Lieutenant,â Alie spoke, using a bitter tone to pronounce the last word. âIâm quite familiar with the rules. But I couldn't just stand here and do nothing while the paramedics needed help." Staring deep inside his eyes, Alie let her lips curve slightly into a smirk. âAnd donât worry, we all know youâre not Casey. Casey would never yell at his team. Maybe you should pay him a visit and learn a few things from him.â Alie stepped away, but before she could leave, she stopped by Pelhamâs side and spoke close to his ear. âNext time you lay your hand on me⊠Iâll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.â Pulling away just to look in his eyes, she continued. âGo ahead. Underestimate me. Thatâll be fun.â
âUh-hum, lieutenant. Everything is packed up and ready to go.â Mouch spoke, flashing Alie a sympathetic smile as she walked past him. âDonât take it personally, she acts like sheâs tough but sheâs a softie on the inside.â Mouch confessed, patting Pelhamâs shoulder, before joining Alie and Gallo.
Nodding his head in understanding, Pelham sighed. Turning his head around, he watched Alie as she laughed at something Gallo had just said.
 âAre you SURE I canât punch him in the face?â Gallo asked Alie, raising his brows.
 âYes, Gallo, Iâm sure.â She laughed, climbing on the truck as Gallo followed her.
âWhat if I just break his nose a little?â
-/-/-
No one knew how or when it happened, all the team knew was that the power went out in the whole neighborhood, including the firehouse. That meant 51 was out of service and everyone would have to spend the night in the dark until the power came back.
While most of the first responders chose to take a nap, Alie chose to sit outside the firehouse and enjoy some time alone, watching the cars pass by the street. It was a beautiful night, the moon was so bright and the stars were more visible now than ever.
But moments like this don't last forever. Alieâs phone vibrated on her lap, interrupting her train of thoughts. Glancing at the screen, she sighed. Her mom had been texting her about Stephenâs funeral and how she never showed up. Once again, Alie put her phone away and ignored her mom. She didnât want to deal with her shit. Not today.
But Alie couldnât help but think about her brothers. Their dad had just died and they needed their big sister. She felt her heart squeeze in her chest. It had been a while since she last saw the boys. It took all of Alie's strength to walk inside that house, the house where all her nightmares started, so she would pay the boys a visit at school every now and then. But she couldnât see them now. Alie couldnât face her mom, not after what she went through. They hadnât seen each other in years, since the day Alie ran away from home, and she wanted to keep it that way.
Leaning further on the chair, Alie looked up to the sky and gazed at the stars. The tears ran down her cheeks as the image of her brothers came into her head.
âIf thereâs a god out there,â she whispered, suppressing a sob. âPlease, keep my brothers safe.â
Alie stood in silence for a few minutes, admiring the sky, until she heard the firehouse door open. Sitting up in the chair, she quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but it was too late, Pelham had already noticed it.
âAw, so you do have feelings.â He approached Alie.
âThe only feeling I have right now is annoyance.â She shot back, sniffling.
Standing in front of the firefighter, Pelham took a seat on the cold floor. After a few minutes of studying Alieâs face, he finally decided to speak. âI can see something is making you upset.â
âThis âsomethingâ has a name and a rank.â She held back a smirk as she met his eyes. âLieutenant Jason Pelham.â
Throwing his head back, Pelham laughed, then shook his head. âQuit being sarcastic.â
âSarcasm is the bodyâs natural reaction to stupidity.â Alie explained. âIâm having to deal with a lot of that lately.â She sighed, looking at Pelham.
âI know this isnât about me. Itâs about something else. Someone else, I should say. But if you donât want to talk about it, I get it. We barely know each other.â Cocking his head to the side, Pelhamâs lips slightly curved into a smile. âEven though I kind of like the secretiveness, Iâd like to know you better, Jones.â
Looking at him with side-eyes, Alie scoffed. "I'd rather die."
âOuch!â Pretending to be shocked, Pelhamâs mouth fell open as he brought his hand to his chest. âWhen I first came at 51, I really thought we would get along. But youâre being a real pain in my ass, you know that, right?â
âI am a pain in the ass? Me?? I deserve an Oscar for putting up with you. Too bad they donât work that way.â Alie bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back a laugh.
âJesus! You test my patience every single day, you know that?â Pelham shook his head, getting up from the floor. âAnd here I was, thinking that we were having something nice between us and that you actually liked me.â
âOh, I do like you.â Alie reassured him, getting his full attention. âUnder penalty of death.â She smiled.
âIâll tell you one thing, Jones. Iâve been in a lot of different houses, but I have neverâŠever... been treated like this by another firefighter.â And it was also the first time he let someone talk to him this way, he thought. Making his way into the common room, he spoke over his shoulder, âYouâre an exotic little creature.â
âYeah, yeahâŠMy middle finger salutes you.â Alie mumbled as she showed him the finger, raising her arm above her head and letting a smile appear on her face once the lieutenant was out of view.
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đ. a little too dramatic? i think the fuck not. the gang was all here, stumbling around with their drinks at the karaoke bar, somehow having managed to get jake seresin to crawl out of self-imposed exile. after all, everyone knew that when a mission was on the line, seresin wanted nothing to do with all the others. his focus was impenetrable, cutthroat.
but someone within the dagger crew had suggested karaoke night, saying that they could out sing the rest of them and teasing that jake couldn't even hold a note. his urgency to join in on the fun was pretty much heavily solidified after that; it wasn't football ( and no, seresin couldn't hold a single fucking note, ) but he'd be damned if he didn't show up just to talk shit and stir up trouble. the daggers also seemed to have developed the right idea in knowing when the crew ought to be taking a much needed break---- usually around the time tensions EXPLODED and attitudes were getting to be unbearable.
not to mention, phoenix was there. jake sent 'the signal' out to bob/baby/squirtle specifically that tonight might be the night, no matter how many times he'd been advised that a certain lieutenant trace did not see any romantic potential in one jake seresin. fine, that was fine---- she simply hadn't gotten to know seresin's softer side, which did exist, no matter how aggressively buried. phoenix wasn't above being impressed, she was just tough to earn, a certified badass in her own right and jake loved that shit. so, it was NOW OR NEVER. Â
javy was in the midst of softly serenading his date, which had jake on the verge of dying from laughter, and then he noticed baby on board swaying close by. "just the man i wanted to see," jake beamed, about to let floyd in on his whole scheme to sweep phoenix off her feet tonight. however, bob span around exactly when jake turned to whisper into his ear, bringing them a little too close for comfort. the tip of jake's nose was mere centimeters from brushing bob's, and every muscle within jake's physique seemed to stiffen before bob, in his tipsy glory, uttered those ridiculous fucking words.
                   pucker up.
the fuck? "annnd that's what we call reaching one's limit," like the surly asshole that he was, jake put on a dazzling little smirk annnd... plucked the glass of alcohol right out of bob's feeble hand. he then immediately straightened his posture, wrenching his head away like nothing had even happened. "who the hell let the BABY drink too much!?" // @lcvesdeath
Bob isnât one to drink a lot, certainly never one to get drunk in public, so heâs riding that silver line of tipsiness. Another drink and surely heâll be on the other side of it, but heâs slowly nursing the one he has now, content to watch and laugh and cheer on whoever has the misfortune of making it onstage. He knows that his slight unwillingness to completely participate earns him whispers and rumors tied to being uncool, unfun. Bob rarely cares that much about them. Annoying, sure, but heâs dealt with worse and he cares about his job too much to let loose the way others might. Conduct unbecoming is a nasty, dangerous charge. While it shouldnât apply to some silly drunk misdoings, Bob isnât the type to risk it.Â
Heâs buzzed enough that Jakeâs usual antics are no bother to him. Phoenix can handle herself and Jake has to be seriously stupid to risk trying anything tonight, Bob thinks. Javy, with a surprisingly nice voice, sings down to his date and Bobâs eyes slip close, the beat of the music swaying him.
Bobâs a little lost in the music, eyes opening wide in surprise at Jakeâs sudden closeness. The way his lips are right there and then the words, stupid idiotic words heâll forget if heâs fortunate, spill out of his clumsy mouth. Too stunned to say much else after Jake jerks away, he can only watch as his drink is plucked away from him. Distantly, heâs aware of a few scattered laughs.Â
âUh, no,â he says with surprising force, reaching back for his drink. He overestimates his reach, causing the drink to spill over them both. Bob wants to melt into the floor. He wants the Earth to swallow him whole. Screw conduct unbecoming, this is why he doesnât drink, let loose like this - he canât trust his traitorous mouth. âI would very much like to be actually drunk, thank youuuu.â And if not here then fine, Bobâs a big boy, he can drink himself into forgetting all of this in the privacy of his own apartment.
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Wrists- Bakugou Katsuki
Requested by: @toomanyotpsloveâ
 A/N: both of us canât remember what the request was sadly, but I still have the story and find it very much worth publishing!! So, here we are! Itâs not the type of thing Iâd usually write, honestly, but I tried
AU: Fantsy!Au
Pairings: Dragon Lord! Bakugou x shape shifter! fem! reader
Genre: Fluff, some angst (?), comfort
play: Particular Taste by Shawn Mendes
Warnings: Not proof read, mention of physical abuse, child abuse, blood, mention of killing, reader triggered, enslaving, dehumanizing, bruises
He learnt to never touch her wrists.
 So, when he accidentally pulls her back by her still-bruised wrist, her reaction doesnât surprise him too much.
 When Y/n jumps back, startled, clutching onto her wrist like sheâs doing it for dear life, with her mesmerizing y/e/c eyes shot awide, Katsuki isnât even surprised. A good 12 years of living with her have taught him this much, at least.
  âI-Iâm sorry,â he coughs vaguely, gulping and watching out for any sign of an abnormal reaction. Even though itâs been long, Y/nâs mentality isnât that stable and any small trigger could be like a bomb, and the explosion is her turning into some animal and losing control over herself.   âItâs alright,â Y/n sighs, rubbing a thumb against her wrist.
  âYou sure?â with a little tilt of his head, Katsuki takes a closer step towards scared Y/n. âYou good?â  âYeah,â she smiled, nodding. It took a lot of Katsuki not to push further. Instead, he nods in concern, wary of the apology he now owes her
  A few years back, or so he recalls, was when he met her.
                       (12 years ago)
 The shore was so thick with humid, too much humid he couldnât breathe properly. His small, bare arms prickle with the sensation of moisture, minuscule droplets too small to see dancing over his skin. The 6 years old boy stretches a little, moving his fingers in tiny circles, stirring up the cloying warmth hanging over the seashore.
 Sniffing, he grimaces, the light breeze smells of fires doused by the passing rain. His small features scrunch, the kid at the castle, went out fishing or such. Instead, he was here, with his parents and some lieutenants, checking on whatâs coming in and out the country.
  Dazing away from his parents, he runs a hand through the flowers blooming from boxes along the pathway. The dirt around them is still wet from the passing rains and a particularly exuberant gardener. Behind him, more flowering veins run up the brick walls and rocks, these people love there flowers. The explode in various shades, thriving in this climate-
 Thatâs when he spots it. Her
 A few men bulk up, trying to casually hide it, tensing at the presence of the king and queen, clearly not have been expecting it. But, from the heirâs vantage point, he saw the girl clearly, Bruised, chained up so movement is very uncomfortable. Some leather, cage muzzle sat disturbingly on her mouth and wrapped around her head. With clearly barely any movement, the girlâs body could go through so much harms, aside from the position sheâs sat in.
 Itâs almost terrifying, goosebumps crawling up the young boyâs body.
  âKatsuki?â A gentle voice calls for the ash blonde. He slightly flinches, ripping his gaze off the girl in chains. He looks at his mother in a frightened manner.
  âIs something wrong?â
 Shakily, he points a weak finger towards the cage.
 Holding a hand out, he manages to pull the abashed girl out. She has an air of misuse and neglect. Skinny and barely able to balance her weak form on her own.
 Katsuki softly takes the muzzle off. He smiles at the face in front of him, only to be met by wide eyes and trembling lips.
 âAre you okay?â
 Flinch.
 A small hand grips into the back of his dress shirt. A certain bodyâs heat closing up to him.
  âShe wonât do anything, not even eat. She spoke no words, and is continuously clenching onto the prince.â
  Young Katsuki didnât understand what was going on as the nurse spoke to his mom. A clan murdered? People... haunted? He didnât mind her huddling onto him the way she did. He heard sheâs a shape shifter, what is that?Â
  âShipped, enslaved, and sold in the black market. Sheâs a special, these ones cost a fortune there.â
 He didnât understand, sure. But he still knew whatever this girl has been through, itâs trauma. He knew that from how the words sounded, and from the look on his motherâs face, heâs never seen her more disgusted his whole life, not even when he eats his mucus.
  He glances at her, bruises clouding her freshly cleaned cheeks, one eye purple. Her arms and hands were the same, too. When her eyes catch his, she looks down immediately, pulling away as an embarrassed red paints her cheeks.
  âKatsuki...â The king slowly kneels before his son. âWhat do you think?â   âWhat do you mean?â He raises a light eyebrow, confusion written on his face with wide letters.
  The king glances over to his prideful wife, who only softly shrugs, both unaware of what to do with the girl who couldâve possibly ended up reduced to some lifeless corpse in a few more days of starvation. They donât get to ask Katsuki more than heâs already done; finding the girl. Yet, it seems as though the almighty king and queen, for the first time, are out of any other options.
  âWould you mind staying with her until we figure out how to help her do things on her own?â His brunette father spoke gently, simplifying the words so that the young, stubborn prince could understand much of it.
  âIâm not a kid,â He huffs, annoyance unjustified. âOf course Iâll help her around. Thatâs my job.â
 A scream erupts from her lips before she could help it. Her eyes immediately shot shut as she holds out her arms in defense, ready for the punishment for being so loud.
  âHey, easy there,â The man at the infirmary smiles gently at her. âWhatâs wrong?â
  âShe doesnât want anyone touching her wrists,â Katsuki confirms, watching over them closely like an examiner over a test. The doctor helping figure out her bruises as y/n flinches like a spooked animal.   âManacles trauma,â he nods. âThese monsters really did their business.â
 âKatsukiiiii,â she whines, helplessly running. âSlow down a little!â  âNot a chance!â Her friend chuckles aloud, tugging at the blindfolded girlâs hand as his legs take off, fleeting against the floor of the castle.
  He comes to a sudden stop, pulling Y/n to stop too.Â
  âWhyâd you stop?â she questions, tightening her grip over his small fingers.   âShh, weâre here,â he talks, smiling agape as attempts to control his uncontrollable excitement.
 His hand leaves hers, clutching on to the blindfold at the back of her head. Swiftly, he rids her of the void she was staring into.
 The sight she was outlet into was like an ambush to her feelings. Unable to form any words or create a reaction other than a stuttered âis this for me?â
  âDo you... yes! Itâs yours! Do you like it?â The young ash blonde asks excitedly, watching over the girlâs reaction. âItâs even right next to mine!âÂ
  She turns to him, tears filling her pretty y/e/c eyes. Before he realized it, sheâs pulled him into a tight embrace, sobbing for some reason unbeknownst to him.
 âThank you.â
                  ( Back to the present )
  âCan we go back inside now?â He felt her breath before he heard her voice, straight up nauseous from the amount of people gathered up in such feast.
 âYeah, sure, whatever,â he grumbles under his breath. He sounds annoyed, but itâs no sweat for his lover to slip past his well-made façade.
 âThank you, Katsu,â She presses a soft kiss on his cheek. Even though he knows no one saw, due to their position at the far corner of the room, his cheeks rise a flame. He immediately grimaces, you could practically see steam fuming from his ears as he, without any ado, stomps inside puling the girl alongside.
 âI sure hope you have a proper explanation for that, princess,â He folds two strong, muscular arms onto his bare chest. The multiple necklaces and animal teeth almost scrambling away from his arms.   âExplanation for what?â Y/n raised a brow, playing dumb. She smiles softly, twirling a lock of y/h/c hair around her index finger, knowing damn well the practiced act does the trick.
  âTch,âhe rolls his eyes. Only throwing himself on the couch. âSit here, idiot,â he pats the spot beside him in a soft manner, indicating heâs about to start a sensitive conversation.
 Gracefully, Y/n places herself on the couch, placing he r head on Katsukiâs broad shoulder. His arm wraps around her waist like it always does, scooting her closer as it finds rest on her thigh ((stfu-)).
  âThis morning you were... crying?â He spoke softly, unable to find the perfect way to speak in this specific situation.
 Y/n takes a deep breath, fingers fidgeting with Katsukiâs fingers. âNightmares,â she admits.   âThe same one?â   âI think,â she shrugs, gulping. âI can only remember the faces of.. you know.â
 By the way her fingers slightly squeezed his, Bakugou knew he should stop the conversation there.
  âDonât worry,â his voice was so, very low she could barely hear him. He presses a tender kiss on the top of her head, letting his lips take the weight of her whole head, finding rest at that spot. âNo one will harm you as long as Iâm here,â his voice sent slight vibrations through her head, as he inhales the familiar scent of her hair. âAnd you know Iâm too stubborn to die, anyway.â
  âWow, very comforting, Katsuki,â she chuckles, pressing a kiss on his shoulder.   âShut up,â he blurts, flustered.   âI love you too, Katsu,â She held his hand with both hers, printing continuous pecks on it.
 His hand grips her cheek, the other gripping the opposite. Fixing his seating, he pulls her face upwards, planting a firm and fiery kiss thatâs too short for her liking on her soft lips.
 Unlike the rest of the shapeshifters, and unlike most of the the population she lives amongst in this country, Y/nâs a soft, curious soul. Not made for a harsh living or to be put against anything. Yet, the fire in her only ever lured people, the difference in her. Of all people, the heir to the dragon throne, Katsuki Bkugou.Â
  âFuck you for being like this,â his ruby eyes bore into hers, unable to find a single flaw.
 Both the kidsâ hearts raced in their chests.
  He learnt to never touch her wrists, instead, he touched her soul to anchor her
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Hefna XVI: Stridha
Summary: Estadir and Ivar and their armies ride out for one last fight with Vidar.
Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of war, mentions of murder, strong language, unrequited love, mythical/magical elements (I guess)
Word Count: 2,198
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Each war he wins, he adds a ring to his fingers to show off the number of victories he has won, the number of Kings, Earls, and Jarls he has taken down. Today, Vidar is certain he will have another ring to add to his collection. This ring will be the grandest of the all for taking down Ivar the Boneless and the horde of nomads fighting beside him?
It should be soon that they surrender to him now.
âMy King. Their army is leaving.â
Vidarâs head snaps towards the man who had been keeping an eye on the city of Kattegat and he stops twisting the ring crested with the sigil of Yggdrasil. âWhat?â he sneers, storming towards the man that has just dismounted his horse. âTheyâre not supposed to be getting ready for another attack, theyâre supposed to be surrendering like cowards!â
The man drops his head in shame as if itâs his fault that the army isnât doing what Vidar wants. Taking a deep breath, the king runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a deep sigh. âI suppose we could muster up arms for another attack. Perhaps it will be easier this time,â he mutters, looking to his lieutenant who just gives a stiff nod before turning to gather his army.
Vidar walks to his tent to get ready for the battle. Even though he is old, he still has fight left in him. Besides, heâs heard that there is someone among the horde from one of the cities he overtook a long time ago. Someone he didnât have a chance to finish off because of their escape.
This time, he plans on reuniting you with your family.
Ivar, Estadir, and the army behind them arrive at the battlefield a lot quicker than they had thought they would. Maybe itâs because of the smaller army they have this time compared to the last time. It is something that worried both men, but according to Ivar, they had managed to reduce Vidarâs numbers as well. And battles arenât won by numbers.
They both look out at the field, silent and thinking to themselves of the plan. The plan is Estadirâs, which means that Ivarâs not completely confident in it but he has to do what he must to get this over with. After last night and what you had said to him, leaving him heartbroken, he just wants this to be over so you can leave and he doesnât have to feel like an idiot anymore.
The army remains silent as to not blow their cover as they hide in the cover of the forest, waiting for a sign from their leaders. âYouâre sure about this plan?â Ivar questions, turning his head away from the open field to look at Estadir.
âYou have a better idea?â he asks back, looking over at Ivar with a stern look on his face.
Ivar rolls his eyes and looks back out, not answering the questions. Estadir grumbles to himself in his own language before he turns around and shouts out to his portion of the army. As they prepare to move, Estadir looks over his shoulder at the king on his chariot. âDonât fuck up,â he barks before he moves off, not waiting for a response from Ivar.
About half of the army follow Estadir into the forest again, most of the people from his tribe, leaving Ivar with his brothers and the remainder of their army. Ivar breathes out a deep sigh as he looks out in front of him, thinking about your words from last night.
âYou went to go see (Y/n) last night, didnât you?â Hvitserk questions as he and Ubbe join his side, waiting with him for the signal from Estadir. Ivar doesnât respond to that, only clenches his jaw and tightens his grip on the reigns. âWhat did she say?â
âThat has nothing to do with you, Hvitserk,â Ivar snaps, turning his head down to him to glare coldly at him. âWhen this is over, she and her tribe will leave and I wonât go after her anymore,â he sneers, looking between Hvitserk and Ubbe as if to challenge them to ask him any more questions.
âIf that is so, then why do you still carry her pendent?â Ubbe asks, his eyes landing on a pocket where the sigil of Yggdrasil hangs.
Ivar follows his brotherâs gaze down to your necklace you didnât take last night and pulls it out of the pocket. Then, he throws it to the side, abandoning it on the ground before he glares at Ubbe. âThere. Happy? Can we think about this battle now?â
Ubbe and Hvitserk look at each other, thinking if you had rejected him. Of course, they would have known right away if you had chosen to be with him. Ivar wouldnât have shut up about it. But he hadnât said anything last night and looked at you with an almost sad look on his face when you and Estadir arrived this morning.
To the left of the massive expanse of the battlefield, Vidarâs army emerges from the trees, making Ivar and the rest of the army perk up in interest. To the right, Estadir and his own part of the army emerge, and the two armies stop far away from each other, staring at each other.
Estadir, who has left his horse behind, walks up in front of his warriors and stares at Vidar with his hand gripping his ax tightly. Behind him, his men start to bang their weapons against their shields in a slow steady beat. Estadir raises his ax to point it at Vidar, challenging him. And at the same time, every man begins to chant in a frightening voice that travels over the whole battlefield.
âYou! Every man! Hear our voice. Listen to us now; in our hands is your death. We shall slaughter your people but any mercy is given. Fearless are we, death makes us laugh. War is what we want. You, will die. You will die in this battle.â
The chant is meant to scare an opponent and to challenge them. Today, it is also part of the plan to distract the opposing army. Because as they chant, intimidating them, Ivar and his army move out from their hiding place, forward to attack the unsuspecting army.
Estadir sees Ivar and his part of the army streaming out from the trees, raises his ax to the sky, and gives a loud battle cry before running forward himself, his warriors following him.
Youâre certain that the longer you stay outside, the more clearly you can hear the sounds of shouting, battle cries, and weapons hitting shields. You stare up at the sky, arms wrapped around yourself, and your lip being held between your teeth.
Hearing footsteps behind you, you turn your head over your shoulder to see Alke walking towards you. Youâve noticed how her confidence and the way she carries herself has grown and you canât help but smile at that. She looks out at the sky as she stands beside you, but sheâs not listening for the same sounds youâre sure you can hear.
âThere is a storm coming,â she whispers, looking at the dark clouds that slowly come down from the mountains. âHopefully, it will come after the battle. I donât think anyone would like to be caught in it.â
You swallow, nod your head as you look away from the sky and down at your feet. âEven so, I will stay out here until Estadir returns so that I knowâŠâ You stop, look down at your stomach as you breathe out a heavy sigh. âSo that I know he is alright,â you say, unfolding your arms from around you and placing a gentle hand over your stomach.
Alke notices this, turns her head towards you, and her eyes falling to your hand. She turns to face you, places her hands over yours, and makes you look up at her. âI have faith. Do you?â
You feel itâs easy for her to say she has faith because she was chosen by Itris just days ago. It is easy to have faith when the Gods have been near so recently. Still, you cannot ignore the constant feeling of celestial magic in your veins. The feeling youâve always had since Virheia chose you to be her envoy, her voice.
Smiling at Alke, you gently nod your head saying that you do have faith. âWe should wait inside. Do not listen. It will only make your mind think of things that are not true,â she whispers, moving her hand to your shoulders to turn you around, leading you back to the Great Hall.
But as you start to walk away, everything goes silent. There is no more shouting, no more screaming, no more metal hitting metal. No even the sounds of the wind moving the trees. Itâs all quiet.
The quiet seems to draw everyoneâs attention, making them over the roofs of the houses. And the only thing that finally breaks the silence is the distant thunder roll in the dark clouds. But then, itâs quiet again.
You look over at Alke whose eyes dart all across the sky but just like you, she does not seem to be worried. After a battle involving your people, your Gods, it is often quiet. And most of the time, it is a good thing. The Gods reward a successful battle with peace. Peace after war. It always seemed fitting to you.
Those that have chosen to stay instead of following Estadir to battle come out from the temporary home in the Great Hall. The thought of going inside to wait is now lost. Now, everyone wants to wait outside to see who returns. How many more will be lost?
Itâs not certain how long it has been since the silence fell, since youâve been waiting for the army to return. But when you hear someone from the gate shouting and order to open them, your heart leaps in your throat and you take a step forward, whispering to Virheia, to Dedon, to bring your beloved back to you.
The first person you see coming through the gates in Ivar. He rides towards the Great Hall, towards you. He glances at you, his face and armor covered in blood. He doesnât look at you for long, turns his gaze away, and shouts something to someone behind him. People start to move forward to greet their family that has returned. But as you look for your own people, your own family, you catch the sight of the man that started this war.
Vidar.
His face is bruised and bloodied, obvious that someone brought down their fists on his face. His wrists are bound and two men lead him into the Great Hall, probably to take him to a cell. You thought he would have been killed in battle, not brought here. But, then again Ivar has more reason to deal with him than you do. Vidar did declare war on him before you two even met.
Then, you see Estadir. You breathe a sigh of relief and feel your entire body relax before your feet take off toward him. The moment his eyes land on you, he drops his ax and runs to meet you halfway. He knows you donât care that heâs covered in blood like those around him. Youâve definitely seen him in worse condition.
He wraps his arms around you as you throw yourself at him, lifting you off the ground for a moment and pressing his lips to yours as he holds you close to him. His hands move to hold your face after setting your feet on the ground again and he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. âThe Gods have blessed us, my love.â
A big smile breaks across your face and you nod your head at him Estadir drops one hand to your stomach. Itâs true. With his return, it means that the Gods have accepted your ritual and gifted you with a child, an innocent life.
Even Ivar knows what this means. He watches you and Estadir, looks down at his hand resting on your stomach that he knows now will grow with your child. Estadirâs child. He feels a fool to think that he could have ever won your heart as he watches the way you stare so lovingly at the man in front of you. How had he not seen that before? Was he so blind?
He moves his gaze over to Alke who stands in solitude, her gaze fixed on him as if she was waiting for him to look at her. Ivar straightens his back under her gaze, takes a deep breath when she doesnât look away after a moment and your words about her come to his mind again. Alke gives him a look, almost to say that she had told him youâd never leave Estadir for him. She told him so, and he chose to ignore it because he thought he knew you better.
Then, Alke looks away from him to reunite with her family.
#ivar#ivar x reader#ivar the boneless#ivar the boneless x reader#unrequited love#vikings#history vikings#vikings fanfic#ivar ragnarsson#estadir x reader#reader x oc#hefna
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*Ahem* Royai, duh?
âHow they met
Surprisingly, they didnât meet at her fatherâs house. Not, actually it happened way back in kindergarten. Riza was quiet, and she dressed funny, and she always seemed dirty, so she was an target for bullying in the rather well to do private school they were in. On the first day of school Roy (who was a Casanova even at age six) decided this would be a good time to rescue a helpless damsel from the bullies surrounding her, taunting. Unfortunately, he underestimated the number and size of the kids teasing her and got his ass kicked. Luckily for him Riza quickly stepped into help. She smashed one bullyâs nose in with her book and then pulled out a pocket knife. They all left in a hurry. And at that moment, Roy realized he was in love.
đFirst kiss
Ah...so the first kiss wasnât exactly a happy one. It was during Ishval. They had won a pretty important battle and everyone was celebrating. They both got drunk. The kiss felt good, and Riza probably would have been ready for more despite the circumstances (screw it, she was going to die soon anyway) but Roy walked off. Even drunk he couldnât get rid of the feeling that he didnât deserve her kisses, especially during a âcelebrationâ of him frying more innocent people. Riza honestly thought he had a problem with her and that was the first time she cried in Ishval.
đ€ŻFirst fight
It depends on what you mean by fight. They got in a lot of fistfights as kids, but that wasnât ever personal. They bickered constantly but the only big, painful fight they ever had was on promise day, when she almost had to shoot him. The first lighthearted, bickering fight they ever had was when he was apprenticed to her father and she would remind him to do his homework. Not much has changed, honestly.
đ·First date
When he was still an apprentice to her father, they used to wait until he was asleep and then Roy would take her places. He did it mostly to be nice, because Riza didnât get a lot of fun and growing up in a brothel met he knew exactly which bars would give a couple of kids drinks. But they were honestly dates in everything but name.
đHow they got engaged
Well, they didnât make the decision. Grumman declared they were getting married at one of his press conferences. âI have decided to end the anti-fraternization and allow my granddaughter to finally marry General Mustang.â Riza just looked at Mustang and said âOkay.â Later on he did do the entire fancy dinner date and gave her a expensive engagement ring.
đWedding
Actually, it was surprisingly small and private. It was really sweet and quiet. To everyoneâs surprise Roy made Fullmetal his best man, mostly as a joke. Other than a very insulting speech about how Riza was probably out of her mind to marry such an idiot, he was really nice about everything. Rizaâs wedding dress had a very high neck (to hide the scarring) and a very short skirt. She still has a gun holstered to her thigh, wedding or no wedding. Rebecca is the maid of honor, and as Riza honestly doesnât have many friends both Olivier and Winry are bridesmaids. Of course, Elicia is the flower girl despite being a bit old for it. Hayate is the ring bearer. Just kidding. Maybe.
đ¶First kid
Riza got pregnant after the first year of the their marriage. It was an accident. Their feelings on the matter were conflicted. On one hand, both were thrilled to have a baby, but in the other hand, it didnât really fit very well into their plans. How did being a parent figure in with the possibility of future with the fire squad? Not mention both were really worried that they would be horrible parents due to everything theyâd done in Ishval. To make things slightly more complicated, it turned out they werenât going to have one but two children. But when the babies do come: a little Rianna and Thomas, theyâre beautiful. Of course, Riza and Roy are great parents and the kids actually help them have more faith in themselves.
đ„°A random fluff moment
Riza had forgotten exactly how cold it was up north. Shivering, she blew on her hands in hopes of warming them.
âHere,â Roy said, offering her his coat.
âDonât you need a coat sir?â
âI had use my flame alchemy to heat myself up,â he said.
âSince when have you mastered that ability sir?â
âJust take the coat.â
She took it.
âYouâre shivering an awful lot sir. Are you sure youâre not too cold?â
âN-nope. I-Iâm g-r-eat.â
âSir, really, you can have this coat. Youâre going to get frostbite.â
âN-no. You k-keep the coat-t. T-thatâs an or-rder.â
Olivier gave them both a look. âMustang, either freeze to death quietly or kiss her now so we get on with this meeting. I would personally prefer the former, but anything would be better than watching your painful attempts at being a gentleman.â
Riza took advantage of his shock to give him back the coat.
đA random angsty moment
âThank you,â she says, as if thereâs anything to thank him for. As if heâs not about to torture her.
Roy was good at torturing people. He had plenty of practice at this point. He knew exactly how much of his flame it took to cause a certain amount of pain. At least he could make it hurt as little as possible.
âI wonât scream,â she promised.
âYeah, you will,â he knew exactly how loud it would be too. He had heard it countless time from countless lips and now he was going to hear it from her.
She nodded, so calm about the entire thing. Took her knife, torn off some of her white coat and wadded it up in her mouth. Stepped forward. Turned around to him.
He told himself to hurry up and do it. Waiting would only hurt her more. It shouldnât be this hard. Heâd done it a hundred times before. What was one more person?
He snapped his fingers, and a familiar smell of burning skin filled the arid desert air.
đ©A random hurt/comfort
Riza was exhausted. She wasnât sure how doing just menial tasks could drain someone so much, but it probably had something to do with the fact that her boss was a homunculus holding her hostage. To make things worst, even coming home was no relief. The shadows were everywhere, even in her small, bare apartment. The second she let herself feel safe, or stopped thinking about the fact that she was being watched constantly, he (or rather it) would remind her. Maybe it was a sudden sense of a creeping bloodlust, or the glimpse of slitted eyes and slices of teeth, all which disappeared the second she looked. She had no privacy. These last few days she hadnât even dared to bathe.
To make things worst, today someone had broken into her apartment. She couldnât even fathom why they would do that. Wasnât the constant surveillance enough? But it was too well down for a common thief. If she hadnât know better she wouldnât of even noticed it was broken into. But she had placed a slip of paper in the door when she went out, and now it was gone.
âYouâd better have not made a mess of things,â she muttered, hoping Pride could hear it. She opened the door and for a second was frozen in shock.
They hadnât broken into her apartment at all. Roy had.
Flowers filled up the entire place. Some in vases (really expensive looking ones), some hanging from the ceiling, some just randomly scattered about. In the middle of her kitchen table was a note and bottle of whiskey.
Black Hayate ran up to her, barking happily. She reached down to pet him, rather absentmindedly.
âThat idiot,â she murmured, fighting a smile. âHeâs crazy.â
She went over to the table and picked up the note.
To 1st Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye,
Look, Iâm sorry, but I really didnât know what to do with the flowers. Please donât shoot me.
I hope you enjoy the whiskey. Itâs really good stuff. And you sounded like you needed it.
Roy Mustang. (Riza had to squint at the doodle next to his name. Was that a heart made out of flames? Really? Yes. Yes it was.)
PS: before you ask, yes, Iâm doing my paperwork.
Riza rolled her eyes, but she couldnât stop smiling. The flowers left plenty of shadows, but for once she couldnât bother feeling scared. She took a swig of the whiskey and enjoyed the burn down her throat. Black Hayate jumped into her arms, and she cuddled him.
Leave it to Roy. The first time he sent her flowers and he had to give her an entire cart worth.
#Royai#fullmetal alchemist#ships#roy Mustang#riza hawkeye#fluff#angsty#Whump#hurt/comfort#emotional whump
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Not Weak
Geten found herself in a tricky situation and she doesn't want Re-Destro to find out. How can a certain fire-user help her by making things even more complicated?
characters: dabi (todoroki touya) x f!geten
word count: 3.2k
warnings: angst, past memories, scars, abuse mention, foul language, comfort, making out
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Geten, as the keystone of the entire army, had the task of leading her group and ensuring that anyone within their ranks followed her instructions. The loyalty of their people was unquestionable as everyone adhered to Destro's teachings, and she was immensely proud of her Cryokinesis.Â
The ice-user was grateful to their grand commander for granting her this amazing opportunity of making up for all the great things that he's done for her. She wore an honorable title, and her reputation has risen a lot since the hooning of her meta ability for years. However, she did experience all sorts of things their organization had to offer from the moment Re-Destro promoted her to his right-hand woman, believing that she'd be strong enough to take on the responsibility and he was right. It wasn't like she was bothered too much, especially since dealing with a couple of thugs on her own was no big deal for her. Still, this didn't mean that after performing their duties the soldiers couldn't relax and show their true colors.
This was the case with one guy in particular, who was casually hitting on her and calling her pet names which were utterly gross and humiliating. She had the utmost need to wipe the fucker out of the face of the Earth, but she also knew damn well that Re-Destro would disapprove of such actions considering that the army must avoid inner conflicts at all costs. Of course, she wanted to take matters into her own hands, to prove to the commander that she was deserving of her title, but the jerk simply wouldn't take her seriously as she wanted to be through with whatever problem she had without necessarily dragging Re-Destro into it. That's why she decided to take the easier route and use someone to her own advantage.
"What's in there for me?" Dabi asked, uninterested as he fixed the staples on his burnt skin.
It's true that they were partnered up to share their leading spot at the Vanguard Action Guerilla Warfare Regiment: Violet, but this didn't mean that they had to play nice with each other. Especially after Geten's offensive speech of power and people's place in this world.Â
She clenched her fists in her pockets; of course, she should've known that he'd ask for something in return. "I don't have much to offer,â she said through greeted teeth.Â
She looked almost pitiful if it weren't for her leading position; she felt stupid to even ask for help when she could've just ended the whole mess with one swift motion of her ice, and bam, the fool's dead. Well, if things could be that easy.
"I... I'M THE TOP LIEUTENANT AND THEREFORE I DEMAND OBEDIENCE! LIKE I NEED TO CONFIDE IN YOU, BURNT CHICKEN NUGGET SCUM!"
"THE FUCK-" Dabi stood up, fire flaring up in his hand and ready to strike as he saw Geten backing off with ice covering her right arm, bracing herself for the upcoming attack.
And then he saw it, at this very moment, the look of hesitation and unease covering her blue eyes. She... didn't want to fight? Was she defending herself? It reminded Dabi of something else from his past, or rather someone, defending themselves from his flames, wearing the exact same expression on their face while protecting his youngest brother. The dripping water from her ice washed over his memories as he obtained one after another in a frantic blur. Nostalgia soon followed the guilt, and it tore him apart, except he didn't want to show it, but Geten already noticed his anger faltering which was her cue to relax.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered under his breath, barely for her to hear.Â
"What?" as the question rolled out of her mouth, she internally lost herself in delirium "BLUEFLAME CRISPY MCBACON JUST APOLOGIZED WTFWTFWTFWTFWTWTF-"
"Geten?"
"YES?" she snapped, too loud for what she initially intended.Â
"I'll help you, and there's actually something you can do for me in return."
She crossed her arms and smirked confidently at him from her previous ego boost, much to his frowning expression.Â
"Whatcha suggestin'?"
"I'll scare the fucker off, and you'll then... cool down my skin from using my flames. Deal?"
Geten looked at him for a moment to determine if he was joking about the offer but from the looks of it and his deep husky voice that she got used to oh so many times during the past week of working with him, she concluded that he was, indeed, not messing around. Dabi expected her to laugh it off or straight up refuse whatever suggestion he had on mind, but from the manner she weighed her choices in her head and the way she looked at him, with those bright, beautiful eyes and long lashes fixated to his own... Wait, when did they get this close?
The two backed off and cleared their throats in embarrassment. They were freaking staring at each other, and for fucking what?
"I... It's a deal then."
"Good."
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"Just... don't hurt yourself too much while dealing with the idiot."
Dabi turned his head so fast his neck hurt.Â
"WHY ARE YOU ACTING SO WEIRD?!"
"SHUT UP AND MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS!"
As they reached the place where their target was supposed to be, the man soon showed up by Geten's side and started pestering her with all kinds of bull he made her deal with on a daily basis. And just as she felt sick enough, Dabi put his hot hand on the guy's shoulder, making his skin sting in the first-degree burns. The guy then backed off and glared at the fire-user with utmost disdain.
"THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?"
"Listen up freak", Dabi took Geten for the waist and gently pulled her towards himself, her body leaning on his own and fitting perfectly under his larger frame, "I saw what you did there. Youâd better stop messing with my girlfriend, or else you'll burn to ashes."
Geten internally screamed and pinched him on the side for being a fucking idiot. "HIS GIRLFRIEND!? THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO PLAY OUT LIKE THAT!"
"You sound too confident, guess I should give you a nice beating to teach you a lesson."
He soon regretted his decision because Dabi was entirely down to realize his threat, and after a couple of burns, the moron retreated while he still could and left Geten alone.
And while she hated that they needed to make a scene in front of the other soldiers who were whispering to each other and exchanged who knows what kinds of things, she couldn't leave Dabi alone like this so she put his hand over her shoulder and helped him reach a more secluded area. They entered his room because he said that he kept the first aid kit in a drawer. It was also the first time that Geten came by but it didn't look at all exciting either; the room had a very plain interior, darkened space with the shutters down, piles of dirty clothes creased to the side probably waiting to be washed, the bed left unmade since this morning, a bunch of disinfectants sitting on the nightstand and some used medical gaze forgotten to be thrown away. Geten almost felt sorry for him. It's not like she was doing any better but at least she knew how to take care of herself.
She seated him carefully on the bed, and he started digging through drawers until he found what he needed. When he was all set, he began to take his jacket and shirt off but then Geten panicked and lowered his shirt.Â
Dabi's confusion mixed with annoyance was now directed towards the ice gremlin's pretty face. "Aren't you going to cool me down?"
"I THOUGHT YOU ONLY MEANT HANDS AND THINGS LIKE THAT! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!?" she shouted with blushing cheeks covering her face with her hands.
Dabi soon understood what she meant and closed his eyes, wearing a disheartened smile.Â
"It's not like you'll see much. Just a bunch of patched-up skin and bruises. It's not even that hot."
"THAT'S NOT WHAT-,â but then she noticed that his expression never actually faltered, he looked to the front and waited patiently for her next move, sadness surrounding his wounded features. It's not like it was his first time reconciling with the facts, but still, being this burnt and knowing that it wasn't entirely his fault, but his father was also to blame, which made him remember the days when he wasn't in such a fucked up condition as he was now. It made him feel a bit of regret too. But he needed to acknowledge that the path he took was the one with no return, and he needed to accomplish his mission. Endeavor needed to be brought down at all costs; maybe then he'd gain a sense of worth and show him, prove to him, that he was deserving of more incredible things. The ice-user sighed in defeat and gave up on her embarrassment, "just show me what you got.â
Dabi was brought out of his train of thought, and he took off his shirt. It turns out that he was right, some of his scarred skin was sizzling slightly, and his wounds looked terrible because they were situated further on the back where he couldn't reach. She took the disinfectant from the nightstand and tapped it lightly on the freshly made scars. He made a slight grimace, but didn't flinch, didn't wince, like he was afraid of showing his weaknesses by putting on a tough act. It'll all pay off, he assured himself, once he gets rid of his dad.Â
When she finished, he allowed Geten to scoot closer to make her do her thing. Her icy hands on his skin felt so good that suddenly he forgot about all of his problems. He turned his face to the side so she wouldn't notice, but the goosebumps on his skin told her otherwise.Â
She made a sly smile and cocked her head to look at him from the corner.Â
"What's up, tough guy? Can't hide the way I make you feel good?"
He laughed under his breath. He liked when she was this flirty. It made the situation less awkward. But he also felt uncomfortable with how he needed to depend on someone, just like her, when she asked for his help. Were they that similar?
"I need to ask you something,â Dabi asked quietly like he was probing the waters.Â
"Yea?"
"Do you still think that I'm weak?"Â
The silence filled the room, and he had the need to explain himself.Â
"You said that there's no worth living if the user doesn't possess a strong meta ability. Hooning your power was the only thing worth your time as you didn't wish for anything else. You always thought that our Quirks defined us, that they're things we identify with for life. Now that you've taken a closer look at my condition, tell me, what do you think?"
Geten suddenly grew interested in the laminate floor under their feet as she couldn't look anywhere else, her eyes deep in thought.
"That was very mean of me, and I'm sorry, especially since you risked your own health for my reputation."
"... by calling you, my girlfriend?"
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT IT DIDN'T MAKE ANY ACTUAL SENSE!?, her teeth grew sharp, and her eyes furrowed like some rabid cartoon character.Â
"It did, actually. Because of my threat, the fool is now afraid of looking at your general direction, knowing that I'd kick his ass whenever he says something stupid again."
Unbothered, he drank his painkillers from the glass of water.Â
"... Wait. You'd really repeat all of this... for me?"
Just as he drank, so did he spit, coughing and wiping his chin with his forearm.
"Of course I would, but don't get the wrong idea."
""WRONG IDEA"? YOU LITERALLY CALLED ME YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!"
"IT WAS JUST TO CONFUSE THE FUCKER!"
"THEN WHY WOULD YOU REPEAT IT?"
"IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU REALLY!"
"THEN WHY'S IT!?"
"I JUST NEED YOU FOR YOUR STUPID ICE FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
The room fell in complete silence once again, and the tension became so thick one could almost cut it with a knife.
Her expression grew cold, and her eyes bore nothing but pure disgust. "So that's what this was all about."
"WHY ARE YOU ACTING SO SURPRISED NOW? IT WAS OUR DEAL, REMEMBER?"
She sat up from her seat and went straight to the door, readying herself to leave.
"Wait."
Just as she was about to step out, she turned around, his tone of voice catching her off guard only to see him sitting miserably on his bed, head hanging and elbows leaning on his knees, grieving.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
Geten stood at the doorway for a minute and then slowly entered again, closing the door behind her. Dabi continued.
"I say things that I don't mean and push the people I care about away."
The white-hair watched his back in silence until she decided to speak up again "... So you actually meant it... the other way?"
"I'm such a sick fuck."
She sensed the crack in his voice and came closer, undoing his hands only to see blood trailing down his face.Â
"Whoa, what's going on with your scars?" she tried to wipe it off only to smear it across his cheeks, and Dabi smiled a little.
"Aren't you disgusted by it? Now all of your fingers are red."
She didn't mind his words but created an ice cube to wash it with the water.
"I should call Sceptic. Heâs much better at this medical shit than I am."
"No one can help me with it. My tear ducts are all burnt out, and I can't really tear up much."
"Wait, you're crying?"
Dabi refused to say anything as she tried to wipe the rest of the blood off, pressing gentle circles on his now iced skin.
"BlueflameâŠ"
"Hah, actually, you're right. Maybe I really am as weak as you told me back then. I literally am falling apart. How pitiful."
Without a second thought, she slapped him across the face, and he took his stinging cheek in his hand.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
"Thanks...."
"I'm sorry. Look, you're everything but weak, so don't you dare call yourself that. You endured so much pain, your skin is the proof of the things you've gone through in life, and you freaking survived. No one would be able to do this but you. You're not weak, Blueflame, far from it."
"You think so?"
"Of course I do! If it weren't for your help today, I would have talked to Re-Destro, and he'd think that I was too weak for my leadership role. I never actually thanked you for this, thank you."
"You're not weak either, doll. I'm pretty sure that you've beat my ass the week before."
She just smiled at him, and then they looked at each other the same way they did when they made their offer, except they didn't back off this time. They leaned into the kiss that was slow at first, but then they applied more pressure, and it grew more passionate. It was also their first time, so they couldn't really make fun of each other's clumsiness. Whenever their teeth collided, they laughed a little but continued until it felt right. She melted against him, her lips working in tandem with his and his hand slid up her outer thigh as he leaned forward to deepen it. She grasped his lower lip with her teeth before pulling away for some air, and he groaned.
"God, this felt good..." his chest heaved, his words a gravelly whisper.
She stood up and widened her stance, legs bracketing his own as she reached out to grab the back of his neck. She leaned over, forehead resting against his.
"You're not so bad yourself, gorgeous-eyes."
"I differ, yours are much more gorgeous."
"Really? Kinda sappy coming from your side." she grinned, but this didn't discourage him in the slightest.
"I could get lost in them, I mean it."
He caught her face in his palms, drawing her in deeper as his tongue slipped between their lips and slid against hers. His Quirk activated, his kiss is fierce and sweet all at once, and her head spins as his hands slid up her thighs, warming her up. Her mouth became much cooler now, and it sent shivers down his spine. She planted her icy hands on his shoulders and pushed them both backward, landing on the comfort of his bedsheets.
He drew circles over her back and waist, taking in her beautiful features as her head hovered over his own, hair tickling the skin on his face. She gave him a little peck that made him smile, and she cupped his face, thumbs stroking the side of his cheeks.
"So we're official now?" she didn't know why she asked. It was kind of obvious now, but she wanted to hear it coming from his lips.
His expression became serious again as he looked to the side concerningly. He really didn't want to spoil whatever they had going on with his fucked up story about his family, hero society, his mission that could possibly cost him his life for the sake of achieving greater good. Now the last thing he needed was to fall in love with someone and die when he finally found his reason. Life was such a bitch sometimes.
"I'm currently dealing with a very unfortunate situation. I'm afraid that you'd get affected, and I don't want to endanger you by it."
She tilted her head questionably, "And I thought that we'd overcome everything as long as we're fighting together."
He looked at her worryingly, but his words bore a tad bit of curiosity in them, "You want to fight by my side?"
"Of course, you have my full support." she grinned widely, and he smiled, shaking his head in disbelief. It was amazing how much optimism, or rather confidence, could be stored in one single ice gremlin. But he loved her more than everything.
"Very well then." he turned them over and planted a kiss on her forehead before getting on his feet and pulling her up towards himself. "Boss told me about some business we need to take care of in the neighborhood. Cocktail hours?"
"FUCK WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY EARLIER!?"
"Relax, we'll arrive on time." he took his shirt and jacket and put them on.
As they walked towards their location, Dabi took her hand in his while some of the soldiers watched them in confusion, remembering when the two fought against each other.
He couldn't care less. She was the first person who ever supported him, so if his days were outnumbered, then he'd as well spend them with the only person worth his time.
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Ducktales Antagonists
Hello everyone, here I bring you the antagonists of the three seasons of Ducktales.Â
Since the show ended, I want to highlight the three antagonists of the show of the three seasons: Magica De Spell, Lunaris and Bradford Buzzard.
The following points will be rated:
Who are they?Â
Their purpose and relationship to the season?Â
Threat to the charactersÂ
Personality
Process of your plan
Impact on the season and history
First pointÂ
To quickly summarize the three characters, I would describe them as follows:
Magica De Spell: The most powerful sorceress and the most evil member of the De Spell, who wields dark magic (shadows); who was created in 1961 by Carl Barks in the comic book "The Midas Touch"; in the reboot she lost her brother to her and Scrooge, massacred an entire town causing the birth of Phantom Blot, was locked in her enemy's first dime for 15 years, psychologically abused Lena, generated chaos with the shadows, was temporarily without powers after she recovered them for Webby and Lena and transformed Bradford into a common animal.
Lunaris: He was the leader of the moonlanders, his first appearance was in 2019; he lied to all his people and Della, he wanted to conquer the earth, because... superior (even that sounds ridiculous);Â he invaded the earth, was defeated by 4 characters (by a millionaire idiot, a mutant krill, a lucky deux ex machina and his lieutenant) and was left orbiting the earth (And possibly he died).
Bradford Buzzard: The C.E.O. of F.O.W.L in the DT17 version; his first appearance was in the episode pilot, he was a discreet character until his moment came in the end of season 2; he was the grandson of a famous adventurer, he worked for S.H.U.S.H, he had ideals of keeping the world safe with strong methods, he had a justification about adventures and negative consequences, he allied with Black Heron to accomplish his goals, he was using Scrooge discreetly until the middle of season 3 he was discovered, he put Scrooge and his allies in check, he was defeated and transformed into a common animal.
When summarizing the three, the difference in actions is very noticeable; Lunaris is the weakest in terms of description, Bradford has a definite backstory and Magica is better known for her appearances in the original series and the comics.
The point goes to Magica, for being the most known and generating more intrigue; I'll give a half point to Bradford for his backstory (which they made a little effort).Â
Magica: 1Â Lunaris: 0Â Bradford: 0.5
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Second point:Â objective and relationship with the season
In the first season, Magica's mission was to obtain McDuck's No. 1 dime in order to get out of the object that was locked up and take revenge on him; for this she used her "niece", Lena. The relationship in this objective of hers, was related to the search of Dewey and the theme of his mother, since both are looking for something related to Scrooge and the negative impact on the life of the two ducks;Â besides that they are very focused on themselves and don't care about the rest more than main goal. This gives a good parallelism and the different conclusions that both came to. Magica's story will be deepened in the penultimate episode of the series.
In the second season, Lunaris wants to conquer the earth to be superior and to be feared. The objective of him and Louie are very different and has no direct relation on the theme of the family, Lunaris only wants to destroy the main family because if, that is, it has no basis;Â his motive is very absurd because it has nothing to do with the actions of Scrooge, so it is ridiculous that he wants to kill his family, it is more for simplistic drama than something substantial. In terms of situations it may be there, however, they executed it half-heartedly and it doesn't manage to be memorable as the previous case.
In the last season, Bradford is revealed as the head of F.O.W.L and wants to acquire control of the world to keep it safe from the dangerous adventures it affects economically and physically. His and Huey's goal have some similarity, in the sense of how they handle adventure and different points of view; they both want to have treasure, only Huey wants to search it to leave it intact and Bradford wants to confiscate it for "safer" uses. While their goals were different, they managed to get to the same point where they meet.
Bradford's motivation is reasonable and he has a certain reason, Scrooge's adventures, his influence as an adventurer, brought bad times to those close to him and swallowed several huge expenses; his idea gives for a lot of analysis. In this section, I will give the point to Bradford for being the most interesting and fresh to the franchise, I will also give half a point to Magica because it was the initial hook in general intrigue.
Magica: 1.5Â Lunaris: 0 Bradford: 1.5
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Third point: Threat to the characters
Here if the threats are of massive scales, it's complicated which one to choose; it all depends on how the season is handled.Â
I'd give a point and a half to all three, because if they had a powerhouse, even Lunaris, walking around that his army are idiots (except Penny), at the last minute he got the urge to be threatening all by himself, that's an accomplishment.Â
Magica: 2Â Lunaris: 0.5Â Bradford: 2
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Fourth point: Personality
Villains must always have striking qualities to be memorable, at Disney in the classic and golden era, they have made iconic villains. In the show, they tried to do the same, but with some becoming fondly remembered and others detested.
Magica easily steals the show every time she appears, I know she is more cruel than her original version, but she also highlights her moments of evil, brazen and sarcastic that she manages to be; an addition that strengthens her personality was the loss of Poe, which shows that she did love someone and justifies her hatred against Scrooge.
Bradford is very strict, equally I highlight those moments with Heron which shows more of his personality clashing with a more impulsive one.Â
Lunaris is manipulative, however, he is very bland in terms of personality traits.
I give the point to Magica, as it is more charismatic and entertaining to watch, I know that many do not like them for mistreating Lena, equally that what makes it more remarkable.Â
Magica: 3Â Lunaris: 0.5Â Bradford: 2
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Fifth Point: Process of the plan
The plans of the three are carried out in very different ways and failed.
Magica takes a long time to get her plan started, using Lena as a puppet was good, even when she was revealing herself, she blackmailed her to go along with her plan, that was good.
Although I hate Lunaris with all my heart, I do recognize that his lie was well thought out and the strategy of the fake ship at the beginning was good. However, he was defeated in the most absurd way by Flintheart, demonstrating that he isn't as smart as he claimed.
Bradford was more calculating than Lunaris, keeping his identity from being revealed, although he was later found out in the most convenient way by half, I still applaud him for taking several steps forward than Scrooge.
The point I will give to Bradford, for the possibilities he had at hand to complete his plan, I will also give half a point to both equally.Â
Magica: 3.5Â Lunaris: 1Â Bradford: 3
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Last Point: Impact on the season and history
Here if I discard Lunaris, although he has made an invasion, he had no relevance in almost any character, except one; it is only mentioned, but as if it was an anecdote.
The Bradford case, with all its plot twists, can be shocking to some because of the confusing and far-fetched nature of what happened at the end of the series. Although it was discreet in the two seasons, it gave hints of something bigger that in the end happened.
As for Magica, if the consequences are few, they were important, the development of Lena, the introduction of Violet, Glomgold's past and Blot's revenge. Although she temporarily lost her powers, she did manage to achieve certain consequent actions, especially in Lena.
The last point is for Magica. I could give Bradford half a point, but with the whole clone thing, which confused a lot of people, I didn't give it to her.
Magica: 4.5Â Lunaris: 1Â Bradford: 3
So with a lot of difference with one and little with the other. Magica De Spell is the best antagonist in DT17.Â
 (Likewise kudos to Bradford for putting up a good fight, though he lacked a bit more. And... fuck Lunaris, no one will miss you.)Â
That was all, Chao
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