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make-a-little-mischief · 2 years ago

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FILM ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!

My Poysunal Favorite Shots of Jerry

Part Six

The Nutty Professor

*Edited by me with finishing touches and enhancements by @lovejl12

So this is going to double as a "Crazy Chemistry" post (been a hot minute since my first one). There's more to say about these shots than just Jerry lookin good, though that is still true.

This is the precise moment when I first watched the movie (after the initial shock of the reveal settled) that my stomach plummeted out my bum because I realized this was the same person I had overheard screaming and guffawing like a parrot with a sinus infection and I'd had the firm opinion that I could never ever be into him or watch his movies because I can't deal with that level of insanity...

Little did I know, it was not the sounds or the high energy that I would not be able to handle - it was the incomprehensible levels of sexiness.

When I tell you my jaw dropped and my eyes bugged out seeing him as Buddy Love...THAT'S Jerry Lewis??!! Holy crap...and it still blows my mind every time I watch the movie, the impact of characterization and performance - the effortless, minimal, and astoundingly distinct transformation from Professor Kelp that makes it genuinely feel like two separate people...and Buddy being closer to actual Jerry while still feeling like another individual into himself - it's mind boggling. Jerry Lewis is not only a gorgeous man but a great actor.

Speaking of moments that get me every time...

This part, where Buddy comes through Julius during a class lecture makes me squirm in the best way. I have an actual physical reaction to it that I can only describe as my body and mind going into a state of brief shock and awe. Hearing Buddy's tone of voice coming out of Julius' face is so jarring and so brilliant; as you start the scene you don't see it coming and you feel like Stella, just along for another classroom scene. Then the voice changes and you react exactly as she does - wtf was that?? It's perfectly played to put the audience in Stella's shoes and react along with her (especially if you're watching for the first time).

Also, hearing Jerry talking normally or as Buddy when he's dressed as Julius is one of my most favoritest things ever it just tickles me so much.

Also, the dad joke that Buddy makes about carbon dioxide has always been a gas is chefs kiss fantastic comedy. Love it. Would say something like that myself. Much appreciated.

And finally, I wanted to highlight this part during Buddy's song to Stella at the dance. I love the genuine, pure happiness on his face as he sings and keeps looking down at her. In the previous photo it was about Buddy coming through Julius and in this one it's Julius coming through Buddy to do something "really important" (essentially propose to Stella). After all of the outrageous bravado and peacocking, Buddy is finally fully human and vulnerable enough to express his love and appreciation to the woman he admires. He's just happy; he looks like a giddy school boy who's high on the energy of his crush. This is the first time the whole movie where Buddy is being honest in a way that's sweet and tender; he's letting the "inner man" out and by the look on his face, he's enjoying it. I just love how different Buddy is during this song compared to the others (more symbolism to talk about in another post). He's charming in a way that is truly romantic and pure of intent. Just from his smiles and his playfulness as he sings, we can see how much Julius has also had an affect on him - and how this experiment has combined the best of both men into one.

With all of that said, I view it as symbolic that the formula wears off when he tries to do "Old Black Magic". It's like Buddy tries to revert to his old ways but at this point there's no turning back. He (and Julius) are at the point of "If we're together forever, I've got a world that, you've got a world that, we've got a world that swings". Committed, joyful, walking on air, true love. He sang what needed to be sung, just for who it needed to be sung for. I think the intimacy of Buddy's song here - singing to Stella like she's the only one in the room - and it being a proud declaration- singing to her this time in bright exposed lighting and as a mature suitor who loves his woman and doesn't care who knows it - is a fantastic mirror to the "Old Black Magic" scene, shows great character growth and is pretty darn cute.

I have a lot more to say, but I'll leave it there for now. Once I start talking about anything in Nutty I start to compose a full on thesis. That darn Jerry and his brilliance are like too much.

#jerry lewis #the nutty professor #my favorite shots of jerry #professor kelp #buddy love #photoshop #photo edit #old movies #classic movies #1963

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wanderingwolfwitcher · 11 months ago

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Eskel watched the mirror magically levitate up from his hands and take its place over Sad Albert and the girl below, as well as the way she used her magic to intensify the bindings they had used, and at the same time he made his way down beside the table. In the process noting that the demon was watching the raven haired Sorceress raise the mirror as well, a flicker of unease appearing in its hateful gaze, features twisting in an inhuman manner as it looked batween her, and up at its reflection in the mirror. It understood alright... knew he knew what he was doing. Wasn't his first exorcism, and he wasn't about to make it his last one either. Ruehin or not, demon of the legends he had been told of and frightened about as a boy, that boy had died a long time ago, and now it was just another obstacle to the Witcher. A parasite long overdue for removal from its host by a professional. Leaning in and down, his viper eyes looked into the inky black ones set within the girl's deathly pale features, holding up the humming silver wolf head medallion before them, deep, coolly calm voice murmuring to the thing inside her, peeking back out at him.

"I know you're in there, demon. Can hear and see me just fine. Understand me. You know what this medallion is. What I do for a living. My brothers trapped you in that forest long ago. Time another Witcher finished their job. You've spilled enough blood on this world. You mock our halls, with your very presence within my school. You can leave the girl and go back to your boss willingly, or I can drag you out of her kicking, screaming and burning. Send you back to that shithole of a realm you call a home. Choice is yours. But let's be honest... we already know you're going to do this the hard way. There is no other way for your kind. I can work with that. When you get home, don't go telling Master Mirror that you weren't warned."

At that, the demon seized control of the girl's body again and tried to spit up at him, roaring in a language or languages he couldn't understand... but he knew curses, insults and defiance in any language. A chorus of otherworldly words and voices that filled the main hall, put an unnatural chill into the air that put out all the candles, darkness surrounding the table. The coldness worsening, until their breaths were like that of warm mist in winter. Just as he had thought. The hard way it was, then. Trading a look with Yennefer, nodding, raising a hand, he cast an Igni Sign upon the Meteorite Ore powder he had placed around the table. In a flash, it went up in tall blue flames, a circle of them, spreading the powdered ore into the air through the smoke like bitter incense, and the possessed girl on the table began to writhe, speaking more incomprehensible words in the demon's tongue. He heard the pain as much as the rage in it. The unnatural coldness was banished by the magical ore, at least for the moment.

Taking its reaction as a hint to press on, he reached into one of his pouches and produced another medallion, holding up the glinting enchanted metal in the differing colored lights of the leaping magical flames, glyphs, runes and sigils for it to see. The Ruehin recoiled when it saw the holy symbol it bore dangling in front of it, that of Melitele... and it struggled as he lowered the medallion necklace down by the chain, fastening it about the girl's neck for her to wear. The metal stinging the flesh, smoking, though harming the demon within far worse than the body it wore. It writhed and screamed, tried with all it had to break free of the restraints, but the conventional and magical devices kept it firmly where it was, cursed and spat further hatred at him, its shadows leaping all around the main hall. The medallion hurting and weakening it at the same time. The Witcher addressed it again as he reached into his pouch for the rest of the meteorite ore... holding it threateningly over the enraged demon... a cold smirk touching his mutilated, potion toxin infused visage as he spoke to it as calmly as before. Mocking it.

"Does that medallion burn? Compliments of Mother Nenneke and the rest of the priestesses of Ellander. I'm a friend of the Temple. Learned a few of their tricks for exorcisms. Dealing with abominations like you. We're only just getting started here, asshole. Dawn ain't far off either, now. Not exactly your favorite time of the day, huh? In the name of the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone... the power of Melitele compels you, demon. Begone from this child. Scurry back to the shadows, Ruehin. Into the mirror. Where you belong."

@okruchlodu

Eskel carried the girl to Sad Albert the moment they were on the other side of the portal, striding through the great hall of the keep, not bothering to wait for the dizzy spell to pass... and reaching it, he lay her down on the table and began to enclose, secure and lock her limbs into the restraints rapidly. The portal closed behind them audibly, as he worked, studying her features, jaw tightening in the process as he tightened the bindings. He had never thought to be the one to be securing a child on to the table... as had been done to him and countless others, beneath the school. All he could do was pray to Melitele, and do his best, to make sure what happened to her was not what had happened to most of the children who had wore the restraints. When he had finished, making sure the restraints were taut... he rose up grimly and looked over Yennefer's way... to find she was drawing runes and a pentagram, casting blood magic that made his already perpetually humming medallion buzz more wildly, leaping up and down against his armor.

Reaching down into his potion belt, he removed three different enhanced, vibrantly colored, slim potion vials, a Dagon's Sap, Maribor Forest and Tawny Owl... given the might of the demon, he was going to need the extra boosts, during the ritual, and if it took a turn for the worst. Even so, he did not welcome either prospect. Likely he would be nearing his toxin threshold to consume them all at the same time... but there was little choice in the matter. Looking at the writhing, suffering girl in need, he forced himself to uncork and drink each potion's foul smelling and tasting, toxic contents one at a time. Somehow managing it without vomiting all over his armor and the floor. Tucking away the spent vials afterwards, as he recovered from the noxious, bitter tastes, he listened to his companion as she worked, taking the time to remove and set aside his cloak on a nearby table, freeing up his arms and form entirely, rolling up his sleeves. At her question, he nodded, deep voice returning to the Sorceress without hesitation as he felt the potions beginning to work their course.

"I have. This method, and others. No two exorcisms are the same, just as no two demons are. With this demon, best we make it more than one layer of protection. Gimme a minute."

The Witcher, rose his hand and drew a Yrden Sign upon the girl's forehead, the magic glowing violet, before casting a handful of the further, powerful glyphs to surround and encompass the floor around Sad Albert in a circle. While ordinarily, against simpler demons this would be enough, especially in combination of her runes and pentagram, throughout the journey their restraints had been steadily weakening against what was inside the girl. He would have to bring in some more old time Witcher methods, to be on the safe side. Turning from the table and girl abruptly, he made his way down towards the alchemy and crafting station that had been long set up, and began digging through the materials and ingredients arrayed there, looking for what he needed in particular. Gathering up the pouch of ground up, powdered Meteorite Ore, nodding to himself in satisfaction, he swiftly brought it back to Sad Albert. In a larger outer ring, outside her glowing runes, pentagram and his binding glyphs alike, he began to sprinkle the ore in a larger circle still, until the ore surrounded each layer of defense. He did not yet ignite it with an Igni Sign... not until the ritual began in earnest.

Then, tucking away the pouch of remaining white, glinting metal powder for the moment, his gaze shifted away, towards another section of the main hall. Spotting the final and most vital item he needed for the moment, he went down to the wall it was attached to and began to loosen and tear it off the wall unceremoniously with both hands. Looking back at his mutilated reflection in the sizable mirror... he was unrecognizable even to himself, flesh deathly pale from the potion toxins and mutagens, veins turned black and pronounced among the milk white skin. Eyes still serpentine, but shifting into an inky darkness as well. He would look like a demon himself, to anyone else out in the world who would see him like this. Silently, he wryly apologized to his old teachers for removing the old mirror. And here he thought his vandalism days were long behind him. But... he had good reason for it at least, and it was his school now, after all. Somehow, he was its Grandmaster and Keeper... and all the privileges that entailed. Turning and bringing the mirror back down to Sad Albert, he looked between the writhing girl in the restraints and magical bindings, then to the raven haired Sorceress... explaining one of the most important steps of the process calmly.

"This mirror. I will need you to levitate it above the girl, during the ritual. If this demon is of the sort I think it is, we are going to banish and trap it inside the mirror, by tempting, hurting and enraging it. The mirror will then become a window to its own shadow world beyond. The Realm of Rumination. When the demon is out of her and inside the mirror, I will cover it with my cloak, and you will need to portal the mirror far away, somewhere remote and safe, many miles underground, beneath the nearest ocean... deep in a cavern... whatever is best. Somewhere it won't be found. Somewhere pitch black where it can cast no shadows or reflections. And you need to do it before it can break through the glass. This particular demon is strong enough to escape. If it does, likely it won't pour through from its realm alone... and there are worse things that dwell there than it."

@okruchlodu

#okruchlodu #that it does lol

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cdroloisms · 4 years ago

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the amount of angst in the post-prison writing you did just gave me massive post-prison dream brainrot and i'm just. sitting here thinking about how sam dealt with the curious looks and glances and having to face what's he's done as a warden. and everyone else's reaction to everything because hey, maybe the prison WAS a torture chamber that nobody deserves to be locked in to be treated like utter trash.

(btw i love your writing and analysis! they give me so much life :DD)

thank you anon!! this universe is ,, Fun ,, im ngl -> have this continuation of it, w/ sapnap and sam!! it’s a bit messy but oh well

(edit: i added these two asks as well bc they fit and i thought it’d be a bit redundant to rewrite this scene lmao -> the implication that dream’s admissions abt exile mightve been the result of ,, torture is. uh. yikes.)

(This one is DARK, please heed the warnings)

TW: PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE (heavy warning for this one), starvation, toxic relationship, manipulation, references to the prison and exile, c!sam/warden!sam critical, violence, blood, dark themes, emotional distress, child abuse, torture

“Be honest,” Sapnap starts, quiet. “What did you do?”

Sam opens his mouth - hesitates, looks away. He should’ve known that his vague words and half-explanations that had been enough to push away most of the crowd - or at least, postpone the conversation for later - wouldn’t have been nearly enough to convince the man standing in front of him, but a part of him must’ve hoped, anyway. He’s not ready to speak, not ready to admit anything to himself, never mind someone else entirely - but ‘ready’ doesn’t matter, not when Sapnap is right here, waiting.

(He ignores how ‘ready’ didn’t matter for Dream when Sam had gone in, that first time, pick in hand and nothing but questions and rage spinning in an endless cycle in his mind, whirling together into something incomprehensible, insatiable, vicious - he’s not thinking about it.

He can’t think about it.)

“Well?” Sapnap’s voice raises, impatience coloring his tone, and it’s almost enough to draw a chuckle to Sam’s lips - he’d always been a little overeager, not doing well with silence, waiting, even as a kid. It’s part of the reason why he got along with Dream so well, Dream jumping at the chance to spend time with someone that didn’t shut him down for rambling and Sapnap simply excited at the chance to have someone that would join him on his hare-brained schemes instead of dismissing him as a dumb kid- and oh. Right.

The scrunch of his face is the same, Sam realizes, absently, as the expression Sapnap had when he was little; it’s the same crease between his eyebrows, the same slight jut to his bottom lip. Even with a new scar decorating his left jaw and the shadows under his eyes and collection of faint wrinkles belying his stress, he doesn’t look all that different - still looks young, a kid playing dress up in armor too big and too war-torn to belong to him. It’s easy to forget, but even after all the wars they’ve fought, even with all of the combat experience he’s had, Sapnap’s still barely twenty - only a few weeks out of being a teenager.

(He crushes the thought of what that makes Dream - he’s not. Thinking. About. It.)

“Hello? Earth to Sam?” Sapnap snaps his fingers in front of his face, and Sam blinks away the memories, the guilt, boxing it up and filing it neatly away to deal with - later. Never, ideally.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

Only later is now, there’s no escaping this conversation, and Sam. Really doesn’t want to be talking about this, right now. Sapnap fidgets, leaning on his right foot and then his left and then rocking back again - the feeling is mutual, then, but he knows the look in the younger’s eye well enough to know that neither of them are leaving without an explanation leaving Sam’s lips.

(Netherite and iron and smoke, bloodstained pickaxe tipping up a gaunt face, hand reaching around a too-prominent jawline with bruising force - are you going to answer my question, prisoner? Or are we going to have to do this again?

He’s not-

He can’t-)

“I-,” guilt, thick and heavy, circles his throat, chokes the words rising in his mouth. What can he even say? Can words really capture the sweat-slick desperation, the bubbling lava and heat and smoke stealing away all breath and thought, leaving nothing but a humming buzz of rage burning, hissing, begging for release? Can he really describe the endless darkness and weight settling on his shoulders, the hard edges and jagged fear taking anything soft, anything kind? Words swim in the back of his throat, try to reach his teeth, fall short; bloodstained memories haunt the back of his eyelids every time he blinks; there is so much, too much, to say, and yet nothing at all.

How does he even start?

There is no sympathy on Sapnap’s face when Sam looks, but there isn’t any cruelty either, just dark, watching eyes, lips thin and pressed together, jaw clamped shut, tense. Indifference, or a pale imitation of it, meant to hide the mess of his hair, the tremble in his hands, the helpless, desperate thing growing in his pupils. Sam understands and wishes he doesn’t; regrets, and wonders if he has the right, anymore.

“It- started, as an interrogation,” Sam stumbles over his words, stares at his hands because looking at Sapnap’s face will be too much, is too much. “I was angry. The prisoner- Dream- was desperate. That cell-” he shakes his head, remembers obsidian in his hands, remembers tearing away carpet, paintings, plants, remembers leaving the box bareboned, desolate, a cage and nothing more, “It messes with you. Screws with your head. I knew it, he knew it, but I guess we didn’t realize- I guess I didn’t realize-”

(Blood and crunching bone and shrill screams - tell me what you did to him-)

“I needed information. He wasn’t talking. I got- heated, and he laughed, and something- snapped, I guess.”

(I’ll tell you I’m sorry please please sam stop please)

“All I had on me was a pickaxe. He wasn’t talking, I was desperate - angry - I needed to know. I didn’t-”

(I just knew I needed to drag him away, he was ruining everything, he was destroying everything, I just needed him to leave before he brought down the whole damn server with him - the tnt was supposed to be a one time thing)

“It was supposed to be- one time. Was never supposed to happen, at all. But I guess I got mad - for me? For Tommy? I don’t- I don’t know, and it was- easy, you know? Take away the clock, one day. Give him less potatoes the next.”

(It was easy to do it again, I guess, mess with his invitations a little, take some of his stuff. There was nobody around but me and him and he’d ruined so much, he’d messed everything up - I thought that maybe if I took away his armor enough, he wouldn’t be able to go back. He wouldn’t ruin everything.)

“He’d done- so much. He was so awful to Tommy, to everyone- I thought I could prevent that. I thought maybe if I broke him enough, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone again. I renamed the pickaxe Will Breaker, to remind me, to remind him, I don’t know. I-”

Sam laughs, tired, poisonous, ignoring the way Sapnap whispers, stricken, looking at his hands and seeing nothing but red. Dream’s face, bruised, bloody, but glimmering with something almost like satisfaction comes to mind - and oh. Oh.

(Bloodstained teeth twisted in a bitter smile - Sam, I thought I had to.)

He gets it now. He wishes he didn't.

“I thought- ha-” His hand comes up to his face - he’s crying. When did he start crying? ”I thought I had to.”

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violetsoju · 4 years ago

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miya atsumu · fluff · 1.9k

muse: highlight - not the end

a/n: my ultimate boys are finally back after three and a half years, and my inner fangirl that has been asleep for way too long has been unleashed for the past few days. hence, this impulsive piece. do let me know if you enjoyed it ❤️

It’s time.

After a year or so, there’s finally light at the end of the tunnel. Cherry blossoms are in full bloom again, gracing the pathways with shades of light pink and white.

It’s the beginning of a new year, of new beginnings, of new hopes and dreams. A time of renewal and rebirth. When cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the future is bursting with possibilities.

What better way to start off the new year with something that makes your heart blossom with love and joy?

You’ve been deep in slumber for the past year, so it’s about time to be awaken and open the curtains for the sunlight shine in.

Your planner is inked with colourful notes and doodles, laptop reformatted with an empty recycle bin, camera equipment cleaned and dusted, phone storage deep-cleaned.

It’s hard to not notice the bright smile tugging your lips even without the mandatory cup of morning coffee, greeting everyone in the office like a ray of sunshine. Even your supervisor notices it and is surprised with the increased efficiency of work from your end. Perhaps he’s more surprised with your razor sharp accuracy in clocking out every day, disappearing in a flash once the clock strikes 6.

Your colleagues can’t seem put a finger to the recent change in your behaviour. What’s an afterwork get-together without you and ridiculous tipsy antics? Not even your favourite yakult soju or the summoning of your supervisor could drag your feet to the dinner place.

“Do you have a boyfriend? That’s why you’re so busy recently?” They would ask. Or they would try and wiggle their way by asking “Is there someone waiting at home for you?”

No matter how tactfully they twist and turn their words, they were all futile attempts. Because all they would get was a sickly sweet innocent smile that never met your crescent-shaped eyes, and an automatic response. “Thank you for the invite, but I’m afraid I’ll have to pass tonight. Have fun!”

They had their bets that you were wrapped up with your secret little love life, spending nights over at your lover’s place, whispering sweet nothings into the night. “Ah, young love.” They would sigh. “Remember to stay protected!”

Your tight lipped smile fuelled them further instead. Why don’t you say anything, they wonder.

To you, why waste your energy explaining something that is incomprehensible to them and risk having yourself being the centre of gossip? Not that you are already the recent centre of gossip.

Because they won’t understand the surge of excitement flowing through your veins at the ping of notifications popping up on your phone screen during work. They won’t understand the of anticipation for the timer on a video screen to turn zero, whether on the way home or while having dinner. They won’t understand the happiness of late night chats with likeminded people online, sleep washed away while gushing and typing in full caps with each other. They won’t understand the buzz of giddiness with just one post, one picture or one sentence. They won’t understand the little squeal behind a picture or a minute-long video unexpectedly appearing on screen. They won’t understand having the same song or same album on loop for days, weeks, or months. They don’t understand the dilemma of choosing a wallpaper or lockscreen for your phone. They don't understand how by remembering a person or something they have said before drives unimaginable motivation and makes the toughest circumstances bearable and possible to overcome. They won't understand how a person who doesn't know your existence personally can be a source of comfort and happiness.

They won’t understand the real reason why you’re smiling like a fool at your phone.

Maybe if they peered carefully at your phone screen, they would know why.

And it’s not what they had in bet.

Well, they were partly right if you were to be completely honest.

But if you were to place your bets, you’re sure most of them would still be scratching their heads in confusion at the black, gold and white logo.

It may be foreign to them, but you swear that you can see those colours even if you’re blind.

MSBY. The 8 member boy group. Worldwide superstars. The whole damn package. Boys made for the dazzling stage. Boys that deserve the whole world. Boys whose talent knows no limits. Boys that you hold dear to your heart.

Ever since Hinata Shouyou, the youngest of the group had injured his lower back and knee during choreography practice (in which was revealed with a slip of a tongue in a livestream that Bokuto and him were so engrossed with a certain acrobatic move which involved a backflip from a higher ground, they begged their choreographer to add it into their new choreography. Instead of showing a clip of the move, they decided to give it a shot and perform it live spontaneously for everyone, where too much adrenaline and a small slip had him lying in the hospital bed for weeks), the group had collectively come to a conclusion to halt their activities until he was fully recovered and ready to roll. There were no solo activities, solo promotions or unit activities despite the attractive proposals or invitations. Such a waste of talent and time, many said. What is their company thinking? Letting their cash cow go to waste like that. But they tuned out all the crap, and firmly held to their resolve of being together as a group; all for one, and one for all.

“We’ll be back. And we know you all have our backs.” Meian Shuugo, the leader of the pack assured, eyes filled with resolute and confidence.

So after a draught of 456 days to be exact, an oasis finally appeared in the burning desert sands. When the notification titled ‘MSBY is back’ appeared on phone and laptop screens alike, it took a few seconds for everyone to blink and make sure it wasn’t a mirage. But the small tick was unmistakable. Then the whole fandom lost their shit.

This isn’t a drill. MSBY is back. In full swing.

The black jackals are ready to hunt. Their hunger has been supressed long enough. They’ve been starved for too long. They’re out for blood. They’re ready to pounce at any moment. They’re back in the game.

(If you were to be real honest, everyone should have saw this coming after that particular livestream where Bokuto, the renowned king of spoilers, animatedly announced that “We’ll be seeing you guys soon. Like real soon!” with his wide toothy smile, to which Inunaki Shion ferociously slapped him in the back with a cramped broad smile plastered on his face. “In the next livestream, of course! Can’t wait to see you guys soon!” The mom of the group added through gritted teeth. Adriah Tomas choked on his water and sheepishly grinned, while Sakusa Kiyoomi stared ahead unfazed, like this was a daily occurrence.)

Which means it’s time for you to get back to work. Which is also no surprise why you’ve been so occupied these days, having two schedules to work with: your personal schedule and MSBY’s comeback schedule. Which also means, your weekends are MSBY’s weekends.

Fangirling is a job to be taken very, seriously.

Change of word choice for the better. Supporting your idols is a job to be taken very, seriously.

So on a pleasantly warm Saturday afternoon with cherry blossoms petals dancing in the wind, as you try your best to stable yourself on the ground with the huge ass DSLR in your hands, you scan for a specific person among the sea of people ahead. A specific blond, to be exact. But lucky you, because even if you don’t scan for him, he finds his way to your camera lens. Which is why your pictures are one of the most sought after and anticipated of the idol Miya Atsumu, lead dancer of MSBY.

It’s like he has antennas on the top of his head. Despite the flurry of cameras flashing at him, confessions and screams drowning out his surroundings, rapid camera shutters going off like woodpeckers drumming relentlessly on a tree, he somehow, always manages to locate you, to look right into your camera lens, giving you his million dollar smile or infamous grin with small fangs peeking from the sides. The cherry on top? His top-notch fanservice. He never, never fails to give a reaction to you. Be it a small wave, a heart shape with his arms bent over his head, or a flirtatious wink that would combust hearts right on the spot.

You’re beyond grateful for his attentiveness and recognition towards you. It’s not like you’re on his heels. Hitting the shutter button is just a pastime of yours when your schedule allows. In better words, you’re just a random potato popping up occasionally with a camera. Plus, it’s no easy feat to pick a specific person out among a sea of people, especially with tens or hundreds of faces flashing before his eyes in one go.

Truth to be told, you’re thankful for the special attention too, because you get to share the fun and playful side of him with everyone, to light up everyone’s day with pictures of their favourite golden boy. Sharing is caring, and in this big close-knitted family, everyone deserves to be well fed.

However, the good things in life are never free.

Jealousy is a bitch, and bitches need to get well soon. Rumours are born out of wicked tongues, and wicked tongues are born out of the evil fire of envy.

Baseless ridiculous tales circulate among the community. How you’re the daughter of some big-shot of the company or political figure, using, or abusing your privilege connections to gain his favour. How you’re an obsessive fan who has intruded your way into his life, holding his career by the reins out of corrupted love by stalking and threatening him to pose for the camera, your camera specifically if he wants to keep himself and his group safe. How it’s a business relationship between the both of you: you as his private photographer, him paying you to get perfect shots of him to boost his popularity, to outshine his members, to feed his monstrous ego.

But do you care? Of course you don’t.

Because between this jam-packed schedule, this is the only time you get to see your boyfriend in real life, and you want to keep a record of his amazing journey through your lenses. It’s a diary of his growth, the beautiful moments in his life. A diary for him, you and his fans. To also show him that you’re here with him, here for him, no matter what.

And does Miya Atsumu care? Of course he doesn’t.

Because what more can he ask by having the opportunity to see you in flesh, even if it’s just a few seconds amidst his hectic back-to-back schedules. You’re his serotonin, the one that he misses holding in his arms after a long tiring day, the one that keeps him going, the one that he can count on for being there.

Knowing that you’re there at every step of the way makes him take each step with more confidence and pride.

So as Miya Atsumu exits the broadcasting building, he searches for a familiar camera lens among the sea of similar looking cameras shoved in his face. He sweeps his gaze from left to right, and grins when he spots the one he’s looking for.

A face sculpted by the gods with a boyish grin that could lit up the world graces the cameras of many, but only one captures his eyes gleaming with delight head on.

There was a really cute fanart of idol! Atsumu but the artist has closed her twitter account so I can't link it here T_T but if you do have any idol! Atsumu fanarts do send them in hehe

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mimiwrites2000 · 3 years ago

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Blue Meeting Blue

AO3 ~~

Pairings: Armin x Annie

Side Pairings: Jean x Pieck / Gabi x Falco:

Words count: 2010

* spoilers for ending of manga

inspired by this fanart by Bella (_superspicy on twitter)

Summary:

When Annie looked in his eyes, the world stopped spinning, time froze, air halted. The waves in the ocean quietened, the forests' rustles ceased, and the wind subsided. For a moment, peace engulfed the world, the chaotic place wrapped in a fragile silence.

To witness the blossoming love in the youthful hearts.

the day of their wedding was finally here, Armin and Annie, the world waiting for them, and they were ready to face it, as one.

Husband and wife.

a one-shot about Aruani wedding, based on fanart by Bella (_superspicy on twitter)

His heart drummed in his ears. The lump in his throat enlarged into a coarse rock, impossible to swallow. His throat tight on his windpipes he could barely breathe.

He tried to compile the tips he read a few days earlier; deeply breathing and a smile.

He failed miserably at both.

“Armin?”

He brushed his suit.

“Armin?”

He shifted his weight from one feet to the other.

“Armin!”

“Yes!” Armin jumped, searching around him, catching a few glances from the small crowd.

“Why are you not responding?”

Armin turned around and-

“Oh, Connie, I’m sorry, I’m just- you know, I was just-” Armin shook his head, waiting for Connie to somehow decipher the concoction of words he threw at him.

“It’s ok,” Connie chuckled, running his hand up and down Armin’s back, “it’s your wedding, it’s ok to be nervous.”

Armin thought about it for a moment, clicking his sharp crispy shoes on the wooden floor: “I’m not… I’m not nervous…”

“Excited?” Connie retorted, raising an expecting eyebrow at Armin.

At that, Armin blushed.

“Oh come on,” Connie laughed, nudging Armin, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Armin turned around, combing his hair down with his palms, his eyes scrutinizing the invited. Less than twenty people seated in rows, the joyous anticipating guests shifted in their seats, smiling at Armin and waving. The humble place densed with close friends and family. As ambassadors, their compulsory position obliged them to have another big, huge wedding, inviting the allied nations and every political face ever. A just-for-show kind of celebration, glazed in fake smiles and formalities. Armin and Annie had an innate dislike for these occasions. But they would have to do it either way. For now, they would live every moment of this homely, small wedding.

They didn’t go venue hunting. Historia offered her own warehouse (that was attached to her farm house) to hold their wedding; they couldn’t say no to that.

The warehouse transformed into a cozy, traditional hall, rows of velvety pink chairs aligned in straight lines, breaking in the middle to form a path overlayed with a shiny white carpet, leading up to where Armin was waiting. White flowers decorating the humble place, with golden fabric draped in soft curves. It gave off the family atmosphere Armin and Annie strived for.

They couldn’t have it any better.

Gabi and Falco settled in the last row, Falco shamelessly and most likely unaware of himself openly-swooning over Gabi, both in summer outfits, Gabi’s dress flowered from the top to the bottom, Falco clad in a brown modern suit. Gabi was either oblivious to Falco’s hypnotized state, or she acted oblivious. Armin decided it was the latter.

Jean was sitting beside Pieck, facing away from each other. Armin sighed, they probably got into another fight. Since they started dating two years ago, their relationship had been on and off all the time.

Armin moved on, but the movement of Pieck’s hand took his attention. Slowly, she slithered her hand next to Jean’s, touching it slightly… a moment passed, before Jean sighed, intertwining their fingers.

Armin couldn’t stop the smile pulling at his lips.

A few seats next to them sat Reiner, his mom by his side, passionately whispering something in his ear. Reiner looked so out of it.

When Reiner noticed Armin’s eyes, he smiled, paying him a small wave, with a gesture to his ring finger.

His mother’s whispers were nothing but pestering him about when he’ll get married. Armin laughed, shaking his head.

Armin’s eyes halted on the first seat at the far right, where his childhood friend sat, clad in a crimson red dress, her hair touching her shoulder, a dust of make up adorning her face. Mikasa smiled at Armin, a proud smile. The proud-mom-smile she wore whenever he did anything she was proud of.

She was proud of everything he did, every single thing he did since they were only nine.

He waved at her, she nodded in response.

He could never forget Mikasa’s reaction when he told her he would propose to Annie.

The tears, the hugs.

Happiness overflowed out of her.

But soon enough, they both crumbled on the floor, hugging each other, sobbing, lamenting whispers escaping them. Eren’s name slipped every now and then.

Armin swallowed, looking at his feet. The bitter sweet roughness of that night would remain in his mind for as long as he lived.

Someone joined the seat beside Mikasa.

It was Hitch.

Gorgeous.

Armin thought. She did look so pretty, her hair slightly curled, in an off the shoulder navy dress that overflowed in a soft skirt.

She waved at him, he smiled and nodded.

Then she winked, raising her thumbs.

Armin furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t understand, but nodded anyway.

Connie was having enough of Armin’s ignoring game; he cleared his throat and said: “Hey, by the way, how did you ask Mr. Leonhart for his blessings?”

“Oh, uh, well…” Armin started, flashbacks of that day at the forefront of his mind.

Even though they had been engaged for over a year, Armin still remembers that day as if it was yesterday.

Well…

“Well, he said that if I don’t treat Annie well, he will take my life with his own hands,” Armin said, shrugging his shoulders, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What?”

“Yeah, I mean, it was easier than I thought, if I’m being honest with you.”

“Oh God.”

“No it’s not that shocking, besides, he supported me and Annie from the beginning,” Armin replied.

“I can’t believe it,” Connie’s eyes fixated on a spot behind Armin.

“Well, I don’t know what you exactly think of Mr. Leonhart, but-”

Connie clicked his tongue, pointing behind Armin.

Armin turned around and-

It was her.

“Annie…” he whispered.

Standing there, arms tangled by her father's.

A simple dress, a peasant dress; puffy sleeves with ruffled edges that beautified her updo hair. Pastel pink contouring the dress’s folds, adding a variant of flowery accents to it. A tight brown bodice hugged her waist, making the flowy skirt finely pleated into cascading silky waves. Something about it reminded Armin of a field of pink flowers in a spring afternoon.

The slight blush on her cheeks, her bangs framing her face, boldening her beauty.

The memory of gazing at a crystal in a cold basement from a few years ago struck Armin.

But the cold was replaced by warmth.

A warmth that traveled from Armin's toes to the tip of his nose, a feeling he never experienced before. He wanted to scream, jump in his spot, like a toddler in a candy store, but he also wanted to hug himself, cage himself in a corner, and cry.

When Annie looked in his eyes, the world stopped spinning, time froze, air halted.

The waves in the ocean quietened, the forests' rustles ceased, and the wind subsided.

For a moment, peace engulfed the world, the chaotic place wrapped in a fragile silence.

To witness the blossoming love in the youthful hearts.

The warmth reached Armin's eyes, his sight blurring.

His lungs caught fire, and despite feeling suddenly hot, his hands were freezing cold.

A thousand thoughts swarmed his mind in the short period of Annie walking up to him. It took approximately a minute, perhaps two, but for Armin, it felt like eternity. A labyrinthine he was very willingly getting lost in.

When she reached him, at the altar, not a single breath left him. His sight was blurry and eyes burning. His whole body shook with every sob he tried to suppress.

Someone held his hand, Armin looked down, and through his blurry eyes, he saw Mr. Leonhart’s gripping his hand, his hold a bit tight.

Mr. Leonhart took Armin’s hand, raising it. In his other hand, he held his daughter’s hand.

He guided Annie’s hand to Armin’s, placing them on each other, before clasping them in his strong grasp, holding them for a while. He looked at Annie, nodded at her with a smile, before he turned his gaze to Armin.

Mr. Leonhart leaned towards Armin, whispering in his ear: “I would kill you.”

Armin laughed, though his mouth opened but no voice came out.

Mr. Leonhart descended, walking to his seat, dabbing at his eyes.

At that moment, Armin’s world muted into a deafening, incomprehensible line. He took Annie’s hands in his. His eyes went up, from their intertwined hands, up to her collarbone; she wore a simple necklace, a small, silver circular metal hanging from it.

To anyone who wasn’t familiar with Annie, it looked like a normal necklace.

But it wasn’t.

It was her ring.

Her infamous ring.

Armin’s wandering eyes reached Annie’s.

Blue meeting blue.

And that was the last trigger.

Sobs escaped Armin’s lips. He cried, tears flowing and cascading on his cheeks. He didn’t want to cry, it made his eyesight blurry and he wanted to see Annie clearly. He brought his elbow to his eyes, wiping his tears, only for new ones to flood.

He tried to stop them, gritting his teeth, biting at the inside of his cheeks, squeezing his eyes shut.

He couldn’t, all his attempts leading to more sobs and tears.

Warm hands on his face made him flutter his eyes open. With a handkerchief, Annie softly dabbed at his cheeks, a smile small on her lips. Her eyes were glistening as well.

Armin focused on her eyes, and slowly, took deep breaths.

Sobs subsided, and tears stopped streaming down his face, clearing his vision.

She cupped his face in her hands, and brought him down, capturing his lips on her own, a quick kiss, lingering for a bit. Armin kissed her back, closing his eyes briefly, before she pulled away. She pulled far enough to look into his eyes, but close enough to feel his breath on her face.

“Ahem ahem.”

Both almost jumped at the sound, turning their heads. The priest stood there, a smile on his lips.

Only then did Armin and Annie realize that the small crowd was giggling.

“You jumped off a few steps there,” the priest said, nudging his head towards them, eliciting extra chuckles from the crowd.

Armin pressed his lips, looking at Annie. She was already looking at him, her lips pressed as well. They exploded in a fit of laughter, before they calmed down, and the ceremony went on.

From the priest’s concise sentences, Armin presumed that the priest knew that Annie and him couldn’t wait to get married.

Rings slipped in their fingers, in their left hands, so smoothly, as if they were always meant to be.

Armin’s heart beating faster as they tiptoed closer to the ending of the wedding.

“And now,” the priest announced, taking a step back, “you, Armin Arlert, may now kiss the bride!”

They held each other's eyes, before Armin wrapped his arm around Annie’s waist, pulling her closer to him, and kissed her.

They kissed many, many times before.

But that kiss felt different.

Their first kiss as husband and wife.

Armin pressed his lips against Annie’s, feeling her heartbeat against his own wild one.

Cheers and claps erupted from the crowd, quiet sobs mixing with them.

They pulled apart, fighting against the magnetic force drawing them together.

Armin held Annie’s hands in his, running his finger on the ring, glistening in the light.

Annie was his, and he was hers.

“My husband,” she whispered, her voice an inch from breaking into tears.

An involuntary smile pulled at Armin’s lips, before he leaned towards Annie, resting his forehead on hers: “My wife.”

She shook her head, rubbing their foreheads together.

“My wife,” he said again, “my wife,” his voice getting louder, before he turned to the crowd, lifting up their intertwined hands victoriously in the air, screaming out: “my wife!!”

Laughs and more claps burst, guests standing up in the process.

As the bride took the groom’s arm, the newly married couple made their way, taking a new step in their lives, together, forever and ever.

first time writing a wedding, well, that was a wild ride hahahaa

I tried to write the feelings I got when I first saw Bella's fanart, I hope I got them right! this was a sudden one shot that I'm so glad I gave a shot and wrote, it was a very blessing experience thank you so much for reading!! If you guys liked this, I might write a second chapter but from Annie’s pov, sooo tell me what u think uwu aaand of course, any feedback is much appreciated!!

#Aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #armin x annie #aot #snk #fanfic #attack on titan #aruaniweek2021 #jean kirschtien #pieck finger #gabi braun #falco grice #pieckjean #falbi #attack on titan fanfiction

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atiny-exol · 4 years ago

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Innocent! Straykids their Yandere s/o punishes them

Warning: this is a yandere reaction, this contains a toxic relationship, abuse, torture, blood and some dark topics if you are uncomfortable with that please don't read it.

Chan

He is the nicest and loveliest person you know

Always nice to you and everyone around him

And that's the problem

You hate it when he talks with other people

Epically girls

So it isn't a surprise that you had enough one day

Chan really was just nice to the young lady and helped her with some heavy stuff but of course you got jealous

As soon as you arrived home later, you locked the door and told him that you hate it when he is flirting with other people

He didn't really understand what you mean.. He was just nice wasn't he?

You cried infront of him and told him how horrible and terrible you felt while he flirted with this girl

How insecure you are and how much it scares you that he might leave you for someone better

It wasn't the first time that you manipulated him and it isn't the last time

Let's say that he won't talk that nicely to others anymore because he doesn't want to hurt you and just wants the best for you

So his punishment is more psychological

,,B.. Babygirl/Babyboy? W.. Why why are you crying? Did I do something wrong again? I'm sorry I'm. Really sorry." Chans wrapped his strong arm around you waist and pets you head with the other hand. ,,N.. No no..its fine c.. Chan it's fine." you cried out under fake sobs, and behind his back a smirk appeared on your face. He is so easy to manipulate.

Minho

You kidnapped the poor guy, but at least you took your cats with him

You know how much he loves his cats

But he he gives them more attention when you. You will take them away

Lock him up and just let him out if he gives you the attention you need

You aren't physically

You just know that the cats are the only interaction he will have with something what breaths beside you

And he wouldn't stand it if you hurt his precious cats

He never breaks the limit so he isn't sure if you really hurt his cats or not

But to be honest he doesn't want to find it out

,,No Minho you don't understand that! You won't give me attention while you pet this stupid things!" Minho looked at you with big eyes and carefully put the cat down his lap and on the ground, before he looked away. ,,Y/N s.. See I.. I'm sorry.. I" ,,A sorry won't fix that Minho~" with a soft voice you continued. ,,Never do that again or I have to lock you in the basement again without your cats."

Changbin

Changbin is a very feisty one

He doesn't want to play by your rules and he will do everything to break them

He tries to run away multiple times

And you are getting tired of it

Yes it is funny to see the climpse of happiness in his eyes then he steps outside for a second

And yes it's sadistically satisfying to see how his happiness turns into fear and anger as soon as he realizes that it was a trap

It is funny and yes you loved it

But that doesn't mean that you will let him do that over and over again

Killing for Changbin? No problem for you

You will drag some friends from him one by one in the basement let him watch how you torture them and then he can decide witch one dies first

If he doesn't give in you will break him into submission

Loud and painful screams echo through the silent and dark basement as you stabbed the knive inside the thigh of your newest victim. A satisfied and sadistic giggle left your mouth as you smudged the blood other the face of them, before you turned around to your tied up boyfriend. ,,Come on binnie which one should si kill first? Choose wisely because the other one will get more pain for the next hour."

Hyunjin

Let me make one thing clear this one isn't that easy to break

You are his best friend for some time

You love him

You are possessive over him

He is the one who gives you the will to live and he

He is just so ignorant

One day he told you that he has a girlfriend now

And you would not only hate her bur also hyunjin

But you love him too and you want to make Jim yours

Breaking hyunjin is one goal you tried not to do but after this you aren't that nice anymore

You tied him on a chair and pulled out a knive

Your initials now over his collarbone

After that you brought his girlfriend in the room and killed her infront of him

Let's say he won't break your heart again

The black haired girl layed on the floor, infront of Hyunjins feet, shaking in fear as she saw how you stepped near to her. The inner sadist came out and your once so lovely face is twisted into a psychotic smile to her, before you stepped on her hand, letting her scream another time in pain. ,,Hyunjin is mind just mine and you-" you squatted infront of her and with a rough pull on her hair you brought her face near yours. ,,You will never change that."

Jisung

Best boy

He is a whole sunshine does everything to make you happy and would never betray you

At least you thought that

One time you came home and Jisung wasn't around

His clothes are gone and you couldn't track his mobile phone anymore

You cried a lot but then you got angry

He did the only thing you asked him not to do

He left you

And he will regret it

It wasn't impossible to find him

And once you though him

He tried to tell people that you are going to hurt whim that you are sick

But you made the lie that he is mentally not stable and that he is confused

No one believed him

And now you have him back again

His punishment is easy

He won't go out anymore, you take the affection you gave him away and you treat him like a doll

Nothing and I mean nothing is done by himself anymore

If you don't need him right now he is tied to the bed, gagged and unable to do anything

You love him and you don't want to lose him ever again

,,My precious little doll." you said while you are deep down in your own happy mindset, where everything is good and Jisung is living a happy life with you together. The reality is far away from that. Jisung is laying on the bed, eyes closed, mouth filled with a gag and a few tears running down his cheek while he wished that he never made the mistake to try to leave you.

Felix

He was your best friend for such a long time

And you loved him since your childhood

As you confessed to him and he returned the feeling you were so happy

But Felix soon realized that the relationship isn't going like he wanted it to be

You are jealous very easily no one can come near him without you throwing a tantrum

He can't talk to anyone anymore because you would get angry at him

But you can't understand why he doesn't like it

It just showy that you love him so much and that you won't let someone steal him away

But as he tries to break up with you

You lost everything

Of course you would let him go at first

But after this night no one and I mean no one saw him again

Because he is sitting in the house you made just for you and him

He can't leave it

And you still need to remind him that he can never break up with you again

That's why you should show him how much he hurted you with that

,,Come on lixie. It isn't that worse."you said while you rolled your eyes and layed the teaser on the table beside you. ,,You didn't understand yet how much it hurt me when you tried to break up with me. You don't know it yet." Another deep sigh left your mouth and you looked at your other tools laying on the table, placing the hammer inside your hand, and as soon as your fingers wrapped around the cruel tool you can see the fear in his eyes. ,,That's it. That's what I want to see." Incomprehensible words left his gagged mouth and another giggle is heard from you. ,,Don't worry soon you understand the pain I felt.

Seungmin

You stalked him for so long and he didn't even know that you existed

You took photos of him at every activity he did

A whole room just with photos from him

Let's say some of them aren't that innocent

Punishing Seungmin?

Yes because one day you decided to take him

You want him to fall in love with you

So you texted him

But he was so rude towards you

Lling you that he doesn't know who you are and that you are probably a psycho

So you blackmailed him with some photos

And if he didn't believe you and block you

The photos are on all social media platforms till he apologizes

Disbelieving what he just saw, eungmin shakes his head and thinks that all of this is just a big bad nightmare, but as he opened Instagram again and saw the same pictures over and over again, tears collected in his eyes and he quickly unblocked the person who threatened him yesterday.

,,I'm sorry please I won't do it again. Please... D.. Dont post pictures of me like that again. "

Jeongin

He is the easiest to manipulate

Soon in your relationship you arrange it that he has no one beside you

All his friends disappeared one by one and no one wants to talk to him anymore

If he doesn't behave well you will threat him that you will leave him

That no one will ever love him the same way you love him

That everyone will hurt him

And Jeongin believes you. Especially if you are older he will believe you

Everything you say is true in his mind and he doesn't think twice about it

You have him wrapped around your little finger and if he still acts like a brat you will treat him like a child

Early bedtime, no sweet, not going outside and no affection

So.. Let's say he won't do it that often

,,What did I say Jeongin baby? " ,,N.. No sweets after 9pm N.. Noona/H.. Hyung."the younger said while his head hand low and his look shows that he is sorry that he disappointed you. ,,And what did you do Baby?" ,,I a.. Ate sweets after 9pm without asking." ,,That's right. Now go to the separate room. You sleep alone today." His eyes widden in shock and he looked at you with teary eyes. ,,N.. Noona/Hyung p. Please n." ,,I won't repeat that Jeongin. Go."

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mamourland · 4 years ago

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Kissing Prompt #44 - Magnum/Higgins

There was a request for a fic about PTSD!Magnum and I decided to take a shot at it, even if angst is not really my forte. Let’s just say it’s really light angst ^^.

I know nothing about PTSD so I’m sorry if it’s no accurate.

Prompt #44 - Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Context: Post 2x03

Rating: General Audience

Higgins grumbled as she felt something wet and cold in contact with her hand. She slowly opened her eyes, willing to push away what was disturbing her sleep, when she was met with the sight of Zeus and Appolo. The two dogs sat next to her bed and Appolo was nudging her hand with his snout.

She turned her head towards the nightstand and saw the time on her alarm clock: 2:34AM.

Seeing as she wasn’t getting up right away, Zeus barked at her.

“What’s wrong, lads?’, she asked in a low, sleepy voice.

Appolo pushed his snout to her shoulder this time. Higgins was confused because if there had been any danger, they would have barked and growled directly at the source instead of coming to get her.

Something was definitely off though. All the remnants of sleep left her immediately as her spy reflexes kicked in.

She opened her nightstand drawer to retrieve her gun and flashlight before swiftly getting up. She switched off the security of her weapon and followed the lads out of her room. She was only wearing a tank top and sleep shorts but she didn’t think she’d have time to change if something was wrong. She stayed barefoot to lower the volume of her steps to a minimum to keep the surprise effect to her advantage and went down the stairs with her gun and flashlight drawn in front of her. She did a full sweep of the ground floor but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

She went into the study to check all the security cameras on her computer when Zeus snagged the fabric of her shorts between his teeth to try and pull her in the direction of the French doors left ajar to let the lads come and go as they wished.

She followed the two dogs outside until they lead her to the guesthouse. She turned around, surveilling the area near the front door but everything was dark and silent and nothing seemed out of place.

“What is it?”, she asked the dogs and they both whined.

She was puzzled by their behavior, but she was still on the lookout, gun drawn, ready to face any threat that would cross her path. Suddenly she heard something but didn’t really know what it was and where it was coming from.

The dogs whined again and one of them lift his muzzle to bark in the direction of the second floor open windows.

Magnum’s bedroom.

Higgins didn’t waste any more time and entered the guesthouse house with her gun still in front of her face in case there was an intruder. She tried not to think about her partner possibly in danger when she checked the first floor of the guesthouse. Clear.

She went straight for the stairs starting to climb them when she heard the sound again. Groaning. This time, she recognized Magnum’s voice. She rushed to his bedroom, ready to encounter some kind of bad guy her partner was currently fighting with.

The lads were right by her sides which made her feel slightly more equipped to deal with this unknown situation. When she barged in the room and swept the flashlight around though, she saw no one. No stranger, no fight, nothing but silence and darkness.

She directed the beam of light to the bed and saw her partner, seemingly asleep. He was on his back in only his boxers but something about him was off. There was some kind of tension emanating from him that shouldn’t be while he was in slumber and the sheet was tangled around his feet like he had tossed and turned.

Higgins decided to stick around for a few minutes because if the lads went to get her and lead her to Magnum, surely there was a reason. The dogs both lied on the floor at the foot of the bed, like they were guarding the PI and Higgins had to smirk; apparently Zeus and Appolo were more attached to Magnum than they appeared to be.

She approached the bed silently and put her gun in his own nightstand, not comfortable leaving the weapon in plain sight. She directed the flashlight towards the ceiling so she could see him clearly without the light disturbing him.

She was startled by a sudden move from the bed as Magnum thrashed on the mattress and moaned a desperate plea.

« No, don’t hurt them, take me instead. »

The young woman’s stomach dropped at the realization: he was having a nightmare. And from what she could gather, it was about his time in the POW.

They had never discussed this before but Juliet knew Magnum and his friends had to be suffering from a form of PTSD after their captivity. Nightmares were a common symptom of PTSD and could be quite vivid, however, she was also aware you didn’t just wake a person up if he was in the midst of reliving his captivity.

He could still think he was in that camp when he awoke and mistook her for one of his assailants before attacking her. No, she needed to find a way to reassure him, make him understand he was safe and sound in his bed without rousing him.

She looked around and saw the armchair near the foot of the bed. She curled in it as she tucked her legs under her, knowing she was staying close but he couldn’t reach her if he threw an arm or a leg around.

She looked at him as he moved around, clearly in distress and it pained her to see him in this much agony.

She did the only thing she could think of: she talked to him, hoping he would recognize her voice, tone and accent even in his sleep.

“Hey Thomas, it’s Juliet.”

She noticed he stilled in his tossing and his face turned towards her, like he could identify the source of her voice. She took it as progress so she continued her monologue.

“It’s okay, you’re safe, you’re in your bed, in Hawaii and I’m here.”

He was still trapped inside his mind as he kept whining and muttering incomprehensible words. Suddenly, she jumped out of her skin when he screamed before curling in a fetal position, shaking like a leaf.

‘Screw it.’, she thought as she got up and climbed onto the mattress next to him, still out of his reach and sat Indian style.

It took everything in her not to reach out and touch him, the need to comfort him and herself almost overwhelming.

She resumed talking to him, hoping it would soothe him.

“I have something to confess to you and since you’re most likely not understanding what I’m saying, I’ll just do it.”

She took a deep breath.

“When MI6 offered me my job back, they gave me an amazing opportunity to join a task force with a lot of financing and travelling around the world. Really, it was my dream job when I started my career. And yet I refused it.”

She trailed her fingers on the sheet next to her, picking up a lint, anything to avoid looking at him even though he couldn’t see her. His body had relaxed slightly since she started talking to him.

“When I accepted your offer to be your partner I told you it was because I had found something in Hawaii I didn’t want to leave behind. And that was absolutely true but I didn’t tell you what it was.”

She paused, trying to find the courage to divulge the information.

“It’s you, Magnum. You’re the one I want to stay on this island for.”, she whispered because as much as she was willing to come clean, she was still afraid he would actually hear her.

It was like something incredibly heavy had been lifted off her chest when she revealed her secret as if admitting it out loud suddenly made it true. Like she finally stopped pretending he wasn’t the best thing that had ever happened to her.

She saw tears running down his cheeks and her throat tightened. She tried to swallow down the emotions as she wondered what memory made him cry. She didn’t need to speculate for too long though.

He whispered ‘Hannah’ and her heart broke a little more for him after everything he went through. Like being captured and tortured for 18 months wasn’t enough, he had to deal with the betrayal of the love of his life.

She lied down next to him, her head on her bent arm and turned towards him. She still didn’t touch him and kept talking to him. About how she had never met a man like him, so honest and selfless.

“After everything you went through, you’re still this optimistic man-child and I admire you for it. I wished I was more like you but after Richard died I let bitterness swallow me whole and I didn’t know how to drag myself out of it. Until I met you.”

This time, when fresh tears appeared on his cheek she didn’t hold back and brushed them away with the pad of her thumb.

His reaction took her by surprise as he dragged her to him, as easily as if she had been a rag doll, her body flushed against his and buried his face into her neck.

She gasped at the strength of his hold, his arms around her back, his right leg thrown over her hips as if he was a koala bear hugging a tree.

She froze when he inhaled her deeply and brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck. He had been dreaming about Hannah and now he was kissing her.

‘That’s not good.’, she thought as she tried not to dwell on the fact that it actually felt delightful.

She tried to squirm out of his embrace but he was squeezing her tightly against him and she couldn’t free herself from him. She felt him stiffen and another sensation of dread settled in her bones. He was waking up.

She was still trapped within his embrace and he was waking up. No matter how embarrassing being mistaken for his lost love was, she’d rather face that situation than being mistaken for a Taliban. She had no way to retaliate if he happened to be disorientated and violent.

Juliet attempted to even her breaths and not give way to panic because it would be worse if he felt her fear.

As if she didn’t have enough on her plate, the batteries of the flashlight died out and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. She tried to brush reassuring strokes across his lower back – the only body part of his she could reach with her arms pinned to her sides – and whispered that she was here, hoping her voice would help him identify her.

“Higgy?”, he croaked and Juliet let out a breath of relief.

“Yes, I’m here. You’re safe, Thomas.”

She felt his heartbeat hammering against her chest but his hold didn’t weaken.

“Are you okay?”, she asked knowing he was definitely not okay.

“I think so. Just, could you please stay with me?”

His broken tone made her heart ache.

“Of course. Can I have my arms back, though?”

“You won’t leave, right?”

“I won’t.”, she reassured him gently.

He loosened his hold around her upper body so she could free her limbs but just like she promised, she didn’t move away from him. Not knowing what to actually do with her arms, she wrapped them around his neck to position them in an actual hug, hoping it would comfort him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, she asked gently.

“Not really.”, he answered as he grazed his lips from her neck to her shoulder.

She shivered at the contact, not knowing how to interpret his action. Sure, he was seeking solace in her arms and she was more than okay to give it to him. However, he had been dreaming about his ex-girlfriend and now he was laying kisses on her. The same kisses she wished he would give her while actually thinking about her.

“Higgy?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks. For talking to me and dragging me out of my own mind.”

She stiffened slightly.

“You’re welcome. You heard me talk?”

“Yeah, I heard everything.”

She felt his lips turn up in a smile against her shoulder as his mouth traveled again.

‘Great.”, she thought sarcastically.

“Thomas?”

He hummed against her pulse point and now he most definitely could feel how her heart raced under his lips.

“Why are you kissing me?”

“Because I want to.”

Right. That seemed like a logical explanation. Maybe she should just stop finding excuses to do what she wanted also.

She turned her face slowly and pressed her lips to his cheek. She felt him brush a kiss against her neck. Both emboldened by the other’s reaction, they grazed their lips across skin until they met in a chaste kiss.

Juliet couldn’t stop the tingles from spreading in her stomach. She cupped his cheek and dared diving for another kiss, with her mouth slightly open. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and she moaned softly. He didn’t deepen the kiss though but pressed his forehead to hers.

They stayed entwined for a moment as he slipped his leg between hers and she trailed her fingers in his hair, at the back of his head. She felt safe with his arms securely holding her to him like he was afraid she would leave him.

“Where are you?”, she asked wondering if his mind, even awake, was still in that POW camp.

“Right where I want to be.”, he whispered against her cheekbone.

She smiled.

“And where is that?”

“In your arms.”

Juliet’s heart burst in her chest and she had never felt so light in her life. Magnum wanted to be with her and she wanted to be with him. Forever.

#magnum PI #Thomas Magnum #magnum fic #magnum x higgins #juliet higgins #magnum x juliet #kissing prompt #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #My fic #miggy #miggy fic

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kattegat-kittycat · 5 years ago

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Fates Entwined II: We’ll be as one

Second Chapter to Fates Entwined. Part I

After your former clan was brutally murdered, you agree to an arranged marriage with Ivar to keep your social status. You may not always see eye to eye and sometimes even find yourself on different sides of one war or the other, but somehow you can never escape each other no matter how much you try to forget, deny and run. Somehow you always end up in each other’s faces. Sometimes quite literally.

A/N: This was a chapter that had to be written to get the story going, so the writing dragged on slowly. Also, loads to do on the work front and stuff. Well, now this is done, I can get to the actual story :) Have fun!

Here we are in this fatal design But we'll be as one Under the sun and we're facing out for hope

Entwine - Fatal Design

Sigurd sighed. “Why is she getting married to Ivar? Why not one of us? We are older than him, we should get married first.”

Ubbe sighed. “So, tell me Sigurd, would you really want to be married off to the daughter of an old friend of mother’s? I for my part would rather stay a free man until I find a woman I want to marry.”

“Yes, yes, but why did no one even ask or consider us?” Sigurd answered.

Hvitserk shrugged. “Do you of all people even need an explanation for mother’s behaviour when it comes to little Ivar? Especially now that someone found out that he is not a real man?”

Sigurd shook his head. “Of course not. But that is just it. If they don’t get a child, everyone will question what is wrong with Ivar. It will shove it into their faces rather than hide it.”

Now Ubbe shrugged. “Unless mother tells one of us to fuck her so it looks like Ivar can produce offspring.”

“I wouldn’t mind”, Hvitserk chuckled, “She’s pretty.”

Sigurd looked exasperated. “She is not a good fit for Ivar, she is way too peaceful and rational.”

“Which is exactly why she is to marry your brother.” Aslaug interrupted as she entered the room. “If you must know, I had a vision. It was cruel and brutal and bloody. Ivar had lost control. And then she was sent here by the Gods. A woman strong enough to reign him in, but soft and forgiving enough to encourage his potential and support him. Her mother was one of the greatest shield maidens I know and she raised her as one, too. She can protect Ivar, when the war comes to Kattegat.”

The eyes of all three sons were on her. “Mother, no one can reign in Ivar. Let alone control him. You should know that.” Hvitserk said quietly.

“Then may the Gods be with you, my sons. Stay together and support each other, don’t let anybody come between you.Help your brother find his place in the world, because that is what he is ultimately looking for. Otherwise…the world will burn and we will have to surrender ourselves to the mercy of the Gods.”

***

We had both gone through the cleansing rituals in the bath houses in the morning, after which we had gotten ready for the actual ceremony. They had to make a few adjustments due to Ivar’s condition, but all in all they tried to honour the traditions. As I had no heirlooms or family present, Margarete had woven a beautiful crown of hay, flowers and colourful bands for me, which was to be placed on my braided hair. She had also been one of the women to accompany me to the bath house to sweat and cleanse and thus bid farewell to my maidenhood. A few other women from the town had been with us, but somehow there had been a tension in the air. Everybody seemed to be afraid for me, but nobody dared say anything. It made me nervous, but I knew it was too late to bow out now.

It was only an hour to our wedding, when I sat in the flower crown and a flowing dress in Aslaug’s room and waited for Margarete to finish braiding my hair, when she suddenly looked around. Aslaug and a few other slave girls had left the room a few minutes ago and we were alone for the first time.

“You…you can still run, if you want to.” Margarete suddenly whispered close to my ear.

I turned to look at her, interrupting her work. Her face seemed worried and sincere.

“And why are you suggesting this?” I asked, harsher than I intended to sound, because I could see her flinch. Many of the girls thought that I was a former slave and had been captured somewhere else. I wasn’t sure what Margarete thought of me, but I had learned early on that slaves and servants were more than willing to spill their masters’ secrets when you treated them with kindness. And they knew a lot of the things the families would never want to get public. So I was more than willing to be her friend and listen to what she had to say.

Margarete didn’t meet my eyes, though, and she was about to apologise for speaking out of turn, when I smiled softly at her. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I am just so nervous. You probably have your reasons and you know these people, this family better than I do, so I beg you, tell me why you think it might be better to leave a place where I am being offered a safe harbour?”

She looked relieved first, then slightly troubled.

“Ivar…he is…he is scary. He can be…cruel. His brothers asked me to sleep with him and I was in no position to refuse them. And afterwards he repeatedly threatened my life. He said he’d kill me and if it weren’t for Ubbe and Hvitserk, I am pretty sure, he would have gone through with it.”

“But why? Did you give him any reason?”

“I know too much. That is the other thing; you should know that Ivar cannot… he is unable to perform his male duties. And I am sure, he felt ashamed and frustrated and that is why he wanted to murder me.”

I looked at her, deep in thought. Was she telling the truth or did she have an ulterior motive? Did she maybe want to have Ivar for herself? Then again, the way she shivered when she said his name and her scared look seemed honest.

“I am very close to Ubbe and Hvitserk, and they too say that Ivar has trouble controlling his anger. Please be warned, he can be cruel. As a child, they say, he killed another boy during a ball game, because they would not throw him the ball. He is beautiful, yes, he looks like an angel with his blue eyes and dark hair, and his brilliant smile, but he is the devil. He…”

We heard footsteps and instantly we resumed our roles, she silently braiding my hair and I sitting there patiently. Before, we had shared a quick look and knew that neither of us would be talking about our conversation, and when Aslaug entered the room, we looked like nothing ever happened.

Now, I understood the looks of the women better. Nobody knew Ivar, truly knew him. All they saw was an unpredictable boy, spoiled by his overprotective mother.

***

I arrived at the ceremony escorted by Hvitserk, who took the stead of my brother in the ceremony. Right before we arrived at the altar, Hvitserk turned to me and smiled. It was a friendly smile, but there was pity behind his eyes.

“Are you ready to get married?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Is any woman ever ready to marry?” I said with a fake smile.

He grinned. “I have heard of women waiting all their lives for that day.”

“I have never been one of them. But I am happy. And I hope, Ivar will be happy as well.”

“I am not sure Ivar would know what happiness feels like if it poked him with a stick. But maybe you can change that. He deserves some happiness in his life. But if he ever mistreats you, you come and tell me, alright?”

I nodded. My smile felt more real now. “Thank you, Hvitserk.”

He was about to say something, but was broken off, as we heard the sound of a horn over the bay and saw the longboat arrive that carried Ivar. For the occasion, Floki had built him something like a wooden throne that was carried by four men. There was a small sense of unease on his face, but he seemed to enjoy the attention. By his side were his other two brothers and Floki, in the absence of his father. What a sorry couple we were. The cripple without his father present and the girl from nowhere who had neither family nor hope without this alliance. I could see why I was being married off to the cripple. But there was something to be said about alliances between people who share the same or similar predicament. Sometimes the whole is more than the sum of its parts. And maybe Ivar and I could help each other to achieve a greater future for the two of us.

When Ivar and his small band of relatives had arrived beside me and Hvitserk, his throne was set down and the four men who had carried it, hurried away. Ivar looked up to me and smiled incomprehensively. But before we could exchange any words, the gothi, our priest, already started the ritual.

“Ivar and Y/N, we are here to lead you into marriage, to forge a bond between you, too strong to be broken by fate, suffering or mere men interfering. We will ask the Gods to bless your marriage and protect it from anyone and anything.”

He took a few branches of fir and dipped them into the bowl on the altar, which contained the blood of a goat, only to sprinkle us with the blood. I could feel Ivar’s gaze on me, looking for my reaction. I looked back at him and smiled. His face was spotted with little dots of blood and suddenly, I was in a coountry far away from home. People around me were fighting, there was a battle raging within the walls of an unfamiliar city. It was built from materials I didn’t know or we didn’t have at our disposal. Everything looked strange and different. In the center of it all, I could see Ivar. Older, his hair longer, but braided. He wore armour and chainmail, he was sitting on the ground in front of a strange looking cart, screaming at the onlookers that they could never kill him. His face was covered in blood and it was a ghastly sight. The scenery changed and I could see Ivar throwing an axe at Sigurd. It hit home and Sigurd dropped to the ground dead. Another change of scenery, I was back in Kattegat, and I could see Ivar standing – standing! – amidst the ruins of the city, facing Ubbe and cutting his throat. Yet another jump and I saw Ivar staring at a blood-eagled man, his brothers around him. Another change and Ivar, older and with a beard, was cowering over the dead body of Hvitserk, the city burning around him. The jumps came faster now, I saw him lead an army against Björn. Could see him cry at the grave of his mother. Look at a stillborn baby. Strangle a woman. Then there he was, fighting Lagertha. And suddenly I was back in the present. I had only missed a few seconds of the ceremony, even though it had felt like half a lifetime to me, as the gothi sacrificed the rest of the goat’s blood to Thor, by pouring it onto heated stones in a hearth close to the altar.

I frantically looked for Aslaug and when I locked eyes with her, she knew. I could see it in her face, she knew that I had seen and what I had seen. She quickly glanced away. She had known all along, because this was the fate of her blood. And now, it would be the fate of my blood as well. There was no doubt that the Gods had already seen, accepted and challenged us as a married couple. I took a deep, shaky breath. Ivar looked up to me and in his sing-sang voice asked me:

“What is the matter, is anything wrong?”

I shook my head, fighting back tears. “Nothing, I am just getting emotional.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Women…” he muttered.

I was relieved he had bought this little white lie that was drenched in scarlet blood, but I really had to talk to Aslaug.

We continued with the tying of the knot and the exchange of the swords we had brought, but I could hardly concentrate. I needed answers. I had never been a seer and I did not wish for any further disturbing visions. What had I gotten myself into?

#vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson x reader #vikings fanfiction #stories from kattegat #fates entwined #ivar imagine

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natsthinkitythinkthinkthonk · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday Daisuke Ono (May 4)

Happy 41st birthday to the talented seiyuu, narrator, radio personality, and singer. Here’s his full biography.

There was a request to not use heavy gifs. Keep in mind that these aren’t my gifs. If the gifs are a little heavy, I’m more than willing to just use images (pictures) instead. If you can, let me know your thoughts on that!

He was just cast in Bungou Stray Dogs to play Ace! I’m so excited! My reaction: “SAY ‘YARE YARE DAZE’ OH! AND ‘I’M ONE HELL OF A BUTLER’”

The following video has quite a few of his roles. Not all of them had gifs so they weren’t included below.

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Notable Roles:

Sebastian Michaelis - Black Butler

Daikoku - Noragami

[He’s the one throwing something]

Shizuo Heiwajima - Durarara

[IZAYA!!!]

Sinbad - Magi

[They pronounce his name “Shindobaddo” (シンドバッド). It takes a while to get used to]

Riki Nendou - Saiki Kusuo no Ψ-nan

He also voices the mom of Riki.

Subaru Asahina - Brothers Conflict

Mitsuya Maeno - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun

Kyouma Mabuchi - Dimension W

Shintarou Midorima - Kuroko no Basuke

Killer T Saibou - Hataraku Saibou

[The blond guy]

Kaoru Hanase - Tamako Market

Jun Satou - Working!!

[I LAUGH EVERY TIME HE GETS FRIEND ZONED. HE’S TRYING HIS BEST]

Joutarou Kuujou - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

[ORAORAORAORA YARE YARE DAZE]

Erwin Smith - Attack on Titan

[SUSUME!]

Fafnir - Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon

Kurou Yatogami - K

Kazuma Yagami - Kaze no Stigma

Zenji Banba - Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens

Kokkuri-san - Gugure! Kokkuri-san

Itsuki Koizumi - Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu

Jyushimatsu - Osomatsu-san

[Episode 9B of the first season of Osomatsu was the pique of the whole series. He meets a girl and stuff happened.]

Sei Handa - Barakamon

[One of my favourite anime]

Videos:

*I recommend checking out the subbed Durarara events! Those are quite fun, and there are some subbed videos out there if you look around for them!

Here’s a full playlist of his stuff from Anokoe (WARNING: THE LIST ISN’T IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER. PROCEED WITH CAUTION)

I recommend watching episode 23 when they die eating durian (start at the 8-minute mark)! “THIS STINKS! // I’m trying not to breathe // *incomprehensible noises* // *runs and pukes in the bushes*”

He screams and yells for a lot of his roles. It’s like he has two drastic modes: screaming and yelling + smooth-talking charisma.

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The Haikyuu cast are a bunch of idiots. We all know that.

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Sugita has said for the record that he hated doing the dance. He said it on a radio show with the Gintama cast. Daisuke Ono slays it and tries his best though.

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This was probably on Daisuke Ono and Hiroshi Kamiya’s radio show called “Dear Girl Stories”. Hiroshi Kamiya is the one laughing in the background.

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Music:

I’ll be honest, I’m not the biggest fan of his singing, so I just linked a few videos...

Daisuke Ono - Song Compilation Roles

[Official Video] Ono Daisuke - Kinmokusei - キンモクセイ小野大輔

[Official Video] Ono Daisuke - DELIGHT - 小野大輔

Daisuke Ono - Lunar Maria | 小野大輔 - Lunar Maria

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mightylauren · 6 years ago

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Avengers Endgame SPOILER FILLED Thoughtstream

Pretty much a blow by blow reaction stream straight from my mind in list form of the entire movie from beginning to end. Clearly full of spoilers so it’s below the cut and tagged to death. There’s some all caps screaming. A few keyboard smashes. A fair amount of cussing. Probably a fair amount of typos as I typed this while totally not rewatching it in the comfort of my home.

Totally not.

I don’t really expect anyone to read all of this but it was all festering in my mind and now it’s out.

SERIOUSLY I SPOIL LIKE EVERYTHING BELOW THE CUT DON’T CLICK IT UNLESS YOU’RE SURE YOU WANT TO SEE IT.

Who put’s mayo on a hotdog?

Oh man hawks didn’t even see it happen nooo. I knew we were opening with Barton family dusting but ouch.

Tony calling Nebula the blue meanie!

Nebula refusing the last of the food and making Tony eat it makes me love her even more.

Tony somehow keeps his sense of humor even in the face of death. God I love him. I know he’s gonna make it off this ship.

HA, that Internet joke about Carol showing up right after the trailer scene is true. That’s hilarious.

They never explain how Carol knew to look for them, but I’m going to guess she came to earth ala the scene after Captain Marvel and then went back out to see if she could find him.

Or she got REALLY lucky

I’m unclear does Nebula need oxygen and food? Or just significantly less than a full on human? She seems much better off than him.

Steve shaving did we miss seeing the beard one last time by like seconds? rude.

OMG Rocket sitting down and taking Nebula’s hand. The last of their family. Everyone else gone. My heart is aching.

23 days so we’re less than a month past Vanishing Day

Ha Tony calling Rocket Build a Bear is my first genuine laugh this movie.

I honestly was dying on the inside the whole time Tony is losing his shit on Cap. I mean he needed to say it all but seeing how sick he is and falling apart. He rips off his reactor and hands it over then collapses.

My heart.

Rhodey man. “That’s cute, Thanos has a retirement plan.”

Man this is the least planning they’ve ever done before a mission. They’re just gonna pack up, hop in a space ship and go kill Thanos? Cool. Coolcoolcool.

Okay it’s pretty good to see a lot of that trailer stuff is from very early on in the movie.

“Who here hasn’t been to space? You better not throw up on my ship.” XD

How does this big ass planet that can clearly sustain life have no life on it? Just Thanos some birds and some Meiloorun fruit?

That’s a Star Wars reference for those of you who don’t cross fandom lines.

So his snapping arm looks completely borked.

OH SHIT THEY CAME IN SWINGING

FUCK THOR CHOPPED OFF HIS ARM DAMN

ASDFKSAJDOFIUA THE STONES ARE GONE

Wait why is Banner still not Hulking out? How is that suit still running?

Damn he destroyed the stones. He knew they’d come.

DAMN THOR WENT IN HARD.

We are like twenty minutes in and Thanos is dead? I… what?

*crumples up and throws away all predictions she had before going into the movie

FIVE YEARS LATER?!?

FIVE

FIVE YEARS

I should have brought a paper bag to breath into.

Okay there’s the support group. Yup a lot of the footage from trailers and stuff is front loaded at the beginning of this. Which is good, because no clue where this is genuinely going.

Did… did a rat just bring Ant-Man back? A rat?

Shit how long has it been for him?

Oh wait, he’s looking for his people maybe not that long.

P-professor Chang?

Can you imagine how disorienting this all is for Scott? Pops out five years after a tragedy like the snap with no idea what the hell is happening.

My sister literally turned to me and said “no trash service but they built a monument?”

Valid question. Very valid.

OMG CASSIE IS ALL GROWN UP I CAN’T.

I don’t think he fully realized how much time had passed until he saw his daughter.

“You’re so big” just made me tear up a little.

I just had a baby daughter four months ago. So I’m trying not to imagine what it would be like to vanish along with a bunch of other people and then turn back up five years later.

CAROL’S HAIR.

I’m sorry some of this is probably going to be completely incomprehensible unless you’ve seen the movie it just needs venting.

I am liking that they’re all reporting to Nat. That Rocket and Nebula are clearly teamed up.

OMG rocket made a joke about the haircut and Carol called him Fur Face

In case you didn’t know I have a ridiculous love for Rocket so I’m just glad he’s got a support system right now with almost the entirety of his found family dusted.

Capt. Marvel is basically saying she’s out for most of this movie isn’t she? I guess that makes sense she’s OP as hell.

Rhodey is tracking Clint but reluctantly. Clint’s clearly gone off the deepens a bit. Vigilante. Nat isn’t taking it well. Oh no she’s crying.

This movie is gonna kill me.

I’m trying to imagine seeing a pod of whales in the Hudson River and I can’t imagine it.

Okay so I’m guessing Scott’s about to turn up covering another major point from the early trailers. Yes yes yes. This is good.

Nat explaining that the Avengers gave her a family and a life and made her feel like she was a better person. Oh girl. You’ve done enough. It’s okay.

HA THE LOOKS ON THEIR FACES ARE PRICELESS

Scott doesn’t know science. He’s trying so hard. We need the Science Bros. Where are they?

FIVE HOURS

FIVE FUCKING HOURS?

HE WAS IN FOR FIVE HOURS AND LOST FIVE YEARS????

“Scott, I get e-mails from a raccoon so nothing seems crazy anymore.” LFAO

Tony has a daughter I’m dying. It had to be a little girl.

Wait is he serious about eating crickets on lettuce? He might be this is semi post-apocalyptic.

Tony does not look happy to see them.

YES LET’S PULL A TIME HEIST. Tony isn’t feeling this but I am.

Oh, Scott, honey. Back to the Future?

Though Tony your protege Peter used movies to make plans all the time. Maybe it’s not that laughable.

Okay I would die for his daughter. “Mommy sent me out here to save you.” Don’t think you were supposed to just say that outloud kiddo but props on a successful mission.

I know Tony too well for this. He’s saying no, because he loves his family. He needs his family. He’s scared to lose his family.

But now this idea is going to itch at the back of his brain aching to be solved.

Come on Tony lets go back to the future and pull off a time heist.

Hulk in glasses and a sweater is was not even on my theory bingo card what is happening. Is this his diner? They had to find him so he’s clearly not working for Nat right now. I have so many questions.

This whole thing with the kids is awkward.

Come to think of it I have questions about how the infrastructure that is supporting things like cell phone networks is still functioning after the vanishing. Maybe because it’s been five years.

Is Nat flirting with Banner to get him to help?

Tony looking at a picture of Peter he’s got to try.

OH MY GOD HE GOT IT IN ONE EVENING.

EVEN HE LOOKS SURPRISED.

SHIT!

I’m glad there is laughter in this movie and it’s not entirely heavy. I mean it’s Marvel I should have known.

He calls his daughter Little Miss. And she just extorted a juice pop out of him. I love Dad Tony.

This is gonna hurt later I just know it. I can feel it in my gut.

“I love you 3000” My heart.

I’m glad that Tony is just going to have a straight up honest conversation with his wife about this.

He’s grown so much.

Oh Pepper, she’s telling him to do it. There’s some unsaid deep communication happening in this conversation. Bless this pair so much. She’s going to let him go and he’s going to go even though his gut his telling him that the road is not going to end well for him.

That’s why he wants to put it in a lock box and drop it to the bottom of a lake.

This is just so damn good so far. No complaints yet.

I kind of love this Hulk. He has no idea what he’s doing here but I love him. He’s like only half taking this seriously.

BAHAHAHA THIS TEST. HE comes back as a baby and Hulk is like “He’ll grow” I mean he’s not wrong but not the right answer buddy.

Another genuinely funny scene.

“TIME TRAVEL!” With his hulk arms held wide.

Tony is literally speeding in his car there. Cap doesn’t even look that surprised.

Oh this is the Tony and Steve getting back on the same page moment I’ve been waiting for. I love it. I really love it.

HE BROUGHT THE SHIELD.

I love that it was in the trunk buried under kids stuff.

Tony is back and I love it even if I’m scared it’s gonna mean his end.

“Rhodey, careful on reentry theres an idiot in the landing zone.” As if I couldn’t love Nebula more in this movie.

Wait “New Asgard Please Drive Slowly” just threw me for a total loop. Good to know all the Asgardians didn’t actually die in that ship.

VALKYRIE!!!!

She’s like not acknowledging the Raccoon LMFAO

Holy hell what is happening here. Oh man Thor what have you done to yourself.

Actually, I get it.

Are they playing Fortnite?

This whole scene is super surreal right now.

I actually kinda dig it but I did NOT see it coming. This movie has gone places I never would have predicted.

Thor kept strong for so long. He lost so much. He got all the way to the point where he’d done all he could think. He killed Thanos and there was no way to undo all that could be done so he just settled and existed. He drank and played video games with his buddies.

I get it.

Rocket just lured him onto the ship with beer.

Was good to see Korg and Miek are alive. And there for them in their own ways.

RONIN ALERT.

Oh dude he’s just fucking people up does he even have a bow with him?

Nat waited until there was some way to undo the snap before reaching out to him. She’s just been silently tracking him waiting for a good reason to bring him in.

In a matter of seconds Tony calls Thor “Lebowski” and Rocket “Ratchet” and I have always lived for his dumbass nicknames.

Lebowski Thor is officially what I’m referring to this iteration of Thor.

Oh look a classic time travel trope a limit in the number of trips they can make. Makes sense though, Hank Pym was always very protective of how to make the particles so they only have what was made before the Vanishing.

I love the team debating how time travel really works. Listing all the time travel movies. Bill and Ted even snuck into the list.

Not sure sending Clint back for the test was the best choice this is gonna be rough.

Okay he started to lose it at the end but he made it.

YES brainstorming session this’ll be fun.

Tony’s gentle handling of Thor says a lot. Tony’s been to rock bottom and recognizes the symptoms. At the same time I laughed when he offered breakfast and Thor said no he wanted a Bloody Mary.

ROCKET CALLING SCOTT AN EXCITED PUPPY BAHAHAHA

Nebula is so dramatic I’m here for it.

Laying all over the desk brainstorming for Nat to finally figure out that there are three stones in one place at one time. This is the content I came for.

TIME HEIST LETS GO.

And just like that its 2012 this is surreal.

LMFAO HULK DOESN’T WANT TO SMASH.

Interesting seeing what the Ancient One was doing during the battle of New York. On a roof defending the sanctum from Chitauri.

OH SHIT SHE JUST PUSHED BANNER’S SOUL OUTA HIS HULK BODY

I didn’t see that coming.

Just a glimpse of Loki. :-(

It was almost cruel to send Thor to Asgard to do this. I mean someone had to go with Rocket, but damn this is tough to watch.

DAMN Rocket smacked him. And also just called Mantis “the chick with the antenna”. Pep talk’s not bad but Thor is crying I don’t think he can do this.

I don’t know why they want to do it that way anyway, Jane would have taken one look at him and known it was the wrong Thor.

Wait… they’re sending Nat and Clint to Vormir… oh God… oh no…

Okay so that’s going to suck in a few minutes lets just put a pin in that.

Nebula you waited a bit to tell Rhodey that there’s another you out there looking for the same infinity stone you’re there to fetch.

Oh look its like just barely pre-Guardians Gamora, Nebula, and unfortunately Thanos.

I have a bad feeling about this.

OH SHIT I HAVE A VERY BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS.

Turns out two Nebula’s in one place is bad voodoo. She’s seeing video from the other Nebula which means THANOS can see video from the other….

Yeah this is all gonna go bad.

HAHAHA Tony just checked out Steve’s ass.

AMERICA’S ASS!!!

It’s hard to remember that this shit is going to fall apart when I’m laughing.

Tony just flicked Ant-Man to his target and all I can think about is Gimli an “toss me” from LOTR.

Is Cap about to fuck up a bunch of people in the elevator again?

STEVE YOU SNEAKY BASTARD YOU JUST HAIL HYDRA’D AND STOLE THE SCEPTER.

2012 Time heist is about to hit a hiccup isn’t it. OH MAN they just gave Tony a heart attack.

LOKI NO

I mean yes but no. Loki just nicked the Tesseract and dipped with it. 2012 Loki is just gone.

There’s like timeline repercussions there. Not entirely sure what they are but there will be repercussions.

Cap fighting himself! CAP CHECKING OUT HIS OWN ASS!

Man the Time Heist is so rapid fire there’s too much to absorb.

“I’m totally from the future.” - Lebowski Thor breaking a law of time travel

Thor’s heart to heart with his mom is giving me feels. He needed this.

YES MJOLNIR IS COMING WITH HIM!

Ok it’s never occurred to me how ridiculous Quill would look dancing around without the music. That’s hilarious.

AH SHIT THANOS KNOWS AND HE’S THERE AND THIS IS WHERE IT GOES TO SHIT.

NEBULA </3

It’s so good seeing Steve and Tony back on the same page trusting each other. And clearly completely throwing Scott “Piss-Ant” Lang for a loop.

I didn’t expect a detour to the 70’s. AAAND that’s his Dad. Tony’s just run into his own father.

This movie is a roller coaster I’ll tell ya.

This is all mush if you’ve read this far you deserve an award. Or a sticker. One of those.

What a weird decision to have Tony have this whole meet up with his father here. And now Steve is taking refuge in Peggy’s office. Like this is almost mean to do this to these two.

Why is it the Russo’s never could decide if Steve had gotten over Peggy or not gotten over Peggy. Back and forth and back again. I take it we aren’t going to see the niece at all in this one?

Alright boys lets get the hell out of the 70s this felt like a weird trip without the drugs.

Damn Nebula why is past you such a bitch when I love present you so much. I know I know that’s because you grew and what not but shit I don’t know what you and Thanos are about to do but it’s about to suck.

FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT VORMIR BECAUSE THERE WAS SO MUCH GOING ON

I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready for this. I don’t want either of them to die. This sucks. No No no no onoanfnaondaksldfj;lasdkja;

God we’re going to have to literally watch them fight over which one is going to sacrifice themself.

Here it is, I’m crying now. Me and Barton are just going to cry here in this puddle if you need us.

They’re all back, except Nat. Which means that’s the wrong damn Nebula and no one notices because NO NAT. Shit. Shit shit.

This movie is going to give me a heart attack.

“Did she have any family?” “Yeah. Us.” :’-(

Okay Thanos like fucked up a whole mining community and shut down a star afterwards to forge a gauntlet to put the stones in and here’s Tony Stark plopping them into like an Iron Man armor piece like its nothing.

Looks sleek too. I dig it.

And they’re all too busy with the glove to notice fucking Nebula. SHIT.

Man it’s hurting Hulk just to WEAR the damn thing. Thanos was just strolling around wearing it, which doesn’t bode well considering I see Nebula is bringing Thanos here.

Cool. That’s cool. This is fine.

How long of a moment of joy are they going to get. Clint’s wife is calling. Birds are singing. Shit is inches from a fan.

THERE’S THE SHIT. HOLY SHIT HE’S BLOWING AVENGERS HQ COMPLETELY OFF THE MAP NOOOOOOO

There’s like a whole hour left. Tell me they all survived that. I was not ready. I WAS NOT READY.

Oh here’s that shot of Hawkeye in the tunnel. Much later in the movie than a lot of those trailer shots. Fascinating.

So 2014 Thanos is here with his whole crew and there’s a complete gauntlet here. Shit.

Well, they’re all alive. They’re not together entirely but they’re all alive.

Double wielding dad bod Thor just braided his beard with lightning and I’m here for it.

The stakes are at maximum. Now Thanos wants to destroy it all not just half. So failure here can never be undone there won’t be anyone to Avenge anything if he gets the gauntlet this time. That’s not terrifying at all.

Fuck that’s the wrong Nebula. BUT THERE’S THE RIGHT NEBULA WITH GAMORA.

Clint is like in the middle of this stand off like “wtf is happening I should have kept my hands on the glove”

Nebula just killed her own past self. And she didn’t vanish so no Back to the Future rules here for sure.

Damn Thanos is giving the boys a run for their money even without a single stone.

Shit is Thor gonna die?

HOLY SHIT CAP HAS THE HAMMER AND THE THEATER JUST MIGHT EXPLODE FROM THE SOUNDS OF THE AUDIENCE SCREAMING ABOUT THIS.

Damnit Thanos is calling in the whole army. Cap is like the last one standing on the front line and he’s not backing down because he’s Captain “America’s Ass” America. Thor is down Iron Man is down. The others are trying not to drown. Shit.

OMG ON YOUR LEFT I JUST MIGHT CRY.

HOLY SHIT ITS EVERYONE I’M CRYING.

PEPPER FUCKING POTTS IS HERE AS RESCUE HOLY SHIT.

TALK ABOUT THE CALVARY RIDING IN AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND HOLY HELL.

HE’S GONNA FUCKING SAY IT

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!

It’s a good thing they sound proof these theaters now or you’d hear this across town the audience is going fucking nuts.

There’s too much to touch on all this chaos I’ll hit the highlights because it’s so much.

Pepper and Tony fighting back to back.

Thor and Steve switching weapons, Thor telling him to keep “the little one” aka Mjolnir.

Tony and Peter reuniting and the hug.

Quill seeing Gamora and it’s the wrong Gamora and actually that broke my heart a little bit because his Gamora is gone forever.

Playing hot potato with the gauntlet.

Scarlet Witch fucking Thanos up to the point he panics and starts firing on his own troops to get her off of him.

Spider getting the gauntlet and for the first time ever activating instant kill on purpose.

Peter becoming the hot potato along with the Gauntlet.

OMG ROCKET FOUND GROOT AND HE’S BODILY BLOCKING HIM FROM FIRE MY HEART.

When the ships started firing up my sister elbowed me and legit was like “She’s here.”

All the women assembling around Captain Marvel!! Even Gamora is with them holy shit!

Damn it the glove is back within his reach and I can’t with this.

GET HIM CAROL DON’T LET HIM DO IT AGAIN.

She took a headbutt to the face like it was nothing and he panicked like a bitch pulled the power stone and punched her with it.

OH MY GOD TONY

My sister silently handed me a tissue and I fell the fuck apart.

I never thought in a million years they would have it go this way. Tony snapping. Dusting Thanos and his army.

I can’t even comment more on this scene I’m too sad. Everything after is too sad. The funeral.

There are infinity stone colored stones in the “proof that Tony Stark has a heart” setting.

I love you 3000 Tony Stark.

Thor leaving Valkyrie in charge and heading off with the Guardians.

Quill clearly looking for new old Gamora. I doubt she was dusted so she must have just faded away after the battle to do her own thing.

Glad that Nebula is with them though.

I feel a loose beginning set up for the actual Asgardians of the Galaxy.

Bucky said goodbye to Cap like he knew Cap wasn’t going to be back with them in five seconds. He knew.

We’re lucky he didn’t come back as a baby though. ;-)

I mean I’m surprised they went this route with Cap but I’m happy for him.

I’m happy for Sam too. We knew at the end of this the mantel had to get passed and here it is, old man Steve passing the shield to Sam.

I bet that show about “Falcon” and Bucky is really about the new Captain America and Bucky. Just saying.

Steggy shippers rejoice and the cries of a million Stony and Stucky shippers can be heard round the world.

Is that a sentence I just wrote? I never got into MCU shipping stuff personally.

And then all there is at the end is the distant sound of Tony forging that first armor.

A reminder that Tony Stark built all this in a cave.

From a box of scraps.

TONY….

I’ll be mourning Tony for a long while. I was always team Tony.

They did him right tough. His arc was satisfying and RDJ performed beautifully in this one.

My heart aches. They had to give him a daughter. I’m watching my daughter sleep totally not thinking what it would be like for her to lose her father.

I’m gonna go hug my partner when I’m done with this.

Over all I am happy with Endgame. I mean with time travel they obviously left loose ends all over.

They say they can’t change time and the whole present becoming your past when you go back while the past is your future blah blah blah

But like clearly things are changed. 2012 Loki got the tesseract and escaped

2014 Thanos is no longer in 2014. So the Guardians movies happened but also couldn’t have happened? I dunno it’s confusing.

So basically the MCU has finally caught up with it’s comic book roots of being a confusing jumble timelines. How poetic.

Anyway if you read this you are amazing and feel free to private message me if you want to scream about Avengers Endgame and have no one else to do it with.

I feel better having vented this all out.

#spoilers #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame spoilers #mcu spoilers #mcu #marvel #avengers #avengers endgame #endgame #marvel cinematic universe #it took me all day to rewatch a 3 hour movie because I have a 4 month old child

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hookaroo · 6 years ago

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Vocivore, Ltd. (29 of 40?)

Also on FFN and AO3 (ListerofTardis)

Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @sancocnutclub, @killianjonesownsmyheart1, and @courtorderedcake <3

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AN: Sorry for the longer wait this time! I've had an increase in work hours, which might necessitate slower updates from now on.

I decided to skip the "Killian meets Z" chapter because it's mostly just a repeat of everything we know already. I may post it later as a deleted scene, but for now, we're moving forward with the story!

Present (Friday, continued)...

"Crap."

Emma shot to her feet, the chair screeching back from the table as if sharing in her distress. Startled, Jones rose as well, though much more stiffly.

"Emma? What's wrong?"

"It's now; he's… come on."

She raced up the stairs with Jones following as best he could. Past bedrooms, a guest bathroom, and to a padlocked door at the end of the hallway. Emma fumbled with a set of keys, explaining,

"I think Killian is heading for wherever the monster controls the security cameras from. He's going to enact the plan today."

She opened the padlock and yanked the door open. Inside was a table laden with multiple laptops and two desktop computers, all of which seemed to be connected together via masses of coiled cables. As Emma frenzied among the mess, Jones asked,

"What's all this?"

"Borrowed some equipment. From friends… and possibly from Evidence at the station." She seemed relieved when Jones didn't comment. "I hacked into all the security cameras around town, or those connected to the internet, at least. I figured that's what the Master does, and it would probably be more effective to change the feed than to, like, hold a screen in front of the camera or something."

"Hold… a screen…?" The detective's confusion was clear, but Emma was too focused to explain. Deciding to trust in her expertise, most likely gained online during one of her many sleepless night recently, Jones watched for a moment as she continued booting up each computer. Then, impressed and a tiny bit disbelieving, he asked,

"What can I do to help?"

3 weeks, 4 days ago…

His third day a slave, Killian thought he was getting off easy. That is, as far as 'no additional injuries on top of those earned during his first 48 hours' easy. Maybe the two beatings the day before--one for neglecting to attach the provided chain to his collar overnight and the second as part of a 'Session' with the Master--had bought him a day's respite. It was nearing evening, and no one had appeared in the stall entrance to disturb his attempts at rest. A blessing, to be sure; every single inch of him hurt in some way or another, and Killian was not certain he would survive further violence.

As soon as that grim thought crossed his mind, a slave escort appeared. The withered man had no buckets in hand, which could only mean one thing. Killian stifled anxious qualms and began his mantra. Hope kidnapped, Hope tortured, Hope dead. That Killian was desperate. That Killian could obey the summons, could face more torture for the sake of a chance at gleaning any information on his little girl.

That Killian struggled to his feet, joints creaking audibly, dozens of knotted threads pulling tight within his flesh. The slave was impassive as he unlocked Killian's chain and then exited the stall, obviously expecting the pirate to follow. Killian pictured Hope's blood as he forced aching limbs into a mechanical, unsteady gait. Each step awakened a new anguish, in a different place each time. Despite his best efforts, dread soon had his pulse racing beneath swollen, bruised, and torn skin, doubling the throb, intensifying the quaking. What would it be this time? How long before he would scream?

He somehow made it to the church. And there the reluctance became almost a physical barrier blocking his entrance, and he only overcame it with sheer courage, virtually throwing himself inside.

Killian had not anticipated seeing Z standing within, beside the Master, near the altar. His foreboding quadrupled, and it was almost enough to send him lurching back the way he'd come in search of two more minutes of safety. Her presence could in no way signify anything good.

The charade. Cling to the charade.

"Master, please…" He cleared his throat, staggered closer, swimming through pools of red-shifted stained glass patterns on the floor. "My daughter… we had a deal."

Wearing an indulgent smile, the Master curled a tentacle, waving Killian onward. "Good evening, Tripod."

COME TO YOUR MASTER.

Killian stumbled on an uneven paving stone. "At least tell me if she's okay."

"Let's see how well you please me tonight."

Killian stopped at the foot of the stairs, out of the Master's reach. He cast a glance at Z, who was standing still, eyes fixed on the tilted surface of the broken altar. Killian caught a glimpse of metal, a flash of candlelight off of something sharp. He shuddered in apprehension.

"H… how can I be of service, Master?"

"Come join us." The Master indicated a spot on the floor at the altar's edge, between itself and the taciturn Z. Killian drew a calming, painful breath and then hauled himself up, one step at a time, wincing as the exertion aggravated barely contained injuries. He couldn't help cringing away from the Master's welcoming tentacle, which found him anyway, wrapping itself around his left forearm. The creature's clawed hand patted Killian's shoulder.

"I feel your fear, Tripod, and savor it. I will be honest with you: it is justified. I anticipate an unprecedented opportunity for you to serve me tonight."

Jaw tense, Killian avoided looking at Z's collection of implements on the altar. The Master noticed, and it chuckled.

"I have invited Z to dinner. I hope you don't mind."

"Whatever pleases my Master," Killian managed, his voice barely above a whisper. The Master ruffled its claws through his hair.

"Good little Tripod."

Tenderly, it guided him closer to the altar, until he stood leaning against it. The slanted surface came up to his breastbone, radiating cold from metallic decorations. The top was polished wood, and he could make out the dents and dings of age, as well as crusted dribbles of candle wax. His thighs pressed against a protruding design of intricate copper, sending a shiver up his spine. The restraining tentacle lifted his arm; he tried not to resist despite the sudden stab of panic.

"Yes," hissed the Master in his ear. "That's it."

It stretched Killian's arm forward and then allowed it to rest on the tabletop, making a slight adjustment to the angle so that, if Killian had still possessed a hand, his pinkie would have been contacting the surface, with the thumb above. He felt the crab-like pincer take position behind his elbow, adding to the restraint already provided by the tentacle. The Master clattered forward and pressed its thorax against his back. Its wrinkle-free waistcoat itched as it pinned him in place.

Killian could not even make a fist in reaction to his tension; the fresh brand still boiled with any movement of his thumb. His fingers twitched anyway as the Master's second tentacle snaked around that arm as well.

"Z and I have devised a gift for you," purred the Master. "To accommodate your deformity. It will require some precision, though… so do try and hold still, for your own good."

Wheezing rapid breaths, feeling the heat of adrenaline in his limbs, Killian could only watch as Z shuffled closer and balanced her tools within reach. She stood off to his right, at the narrow end of the altar.

"Z, let him see the device."

The silent woman held up a metal shape, something like a half-circle made of slender rods about the thickness of a ballpoint pen, maybe slightly more. There were, in fact, two separate pieces: a straight one, which tapered down to a wicked point, and then a long curve, of which one end was joined to the thicker end of the straight piece. The attachment point was two interlocking rings, so that the curve could twist and rotate all the way around the central line. The other, tapered end had a small hole drilled through it, and Killian surmised that there was some way to attach the currently free-floating curve's edge as well to make a continuous frame of metal. What he could not--or, perhaps, dared not--fathom was its purpose.

No spray bottle of disinfectant here. This time, it was straight iodine, poured from a beaker directly onto his outstretched wrist. The brown liquid streamed down the tilted tabletop like bloodstains, hearkening back to the altar's original purpose. Z drenched a cloth in the iodine and began to scrub roughly at the apex of Killian's captive wrist, then its base. And some instinctive part of him grasped the intent, even if his reasoning was slow to catch on. He lurched backward into the solid presence behind, an incomprehensible, pleading whine sounding from his throat. The Master tightened its grip, though it was in no danger of losing it.

Z continued her abrasive disinfection even as Killian struggled. Both sides of his scarred wrist now sported a bright and ominous yellow.

"Relax now, Tripod. You're being given a tremendous opportunity to serve me with your screams. You should not fight it."

He couldn't do this. Whatever had possessed him to think this scheme was in any way achievable? He took it all back. He had to escape, to save his own skin like the cowardly pirate he'd always been… He… he had to…

"Please… no…"

It was already too late. There was no escape. He was trapped in place, his Master's bulk crushing him against the table, both arms in a vise grip while tears of dread stained his face. The best he could hope for now was a quick death, because he certainly would not survive further mutilation of his… oh, gods, was that a hammer?

Another terrible thought struck as Z lay his arm back into position. Something that had inexplicably escaped his awareness during these past two days of torture: Emma was listening. She would hear the whole thing.

"I'm sorry… Swan…" The last word was cut off by an involuntary sob. The spike's tip pressed against his flesh, sharp and cold. Killian could only breathe in short, frantic little gasps, still thrashing in his Master's grip, but tiring rapidly. The hammer hovered, went through the motions without actually touching its target. A practice swing. Killian was trembling so badly that the precariously balanced set of tools rattled on the altar's surface.

Then it crashed down for real. Driving metal through skin and muscle into bone. Killian's first startled yelp was more of shock than true pain, as it took a second for his brain to catch up. Into the erupting fireball, the hammer fell again.

It was the Dark One, taking his hand with his own blade.

It was the clumsy efforts of Smee and the crew, trying to stop the bleeding and save his wretched life.

It was the dying stump, ballooned and pulsing with infection.

It was the first time he'd donned the hook over the raw flesh, the first time he'd bumped it against some obstruction, the first time he'd fallen on it.

The first time he'd killed with it.

Already, he had screamed himself hoarse, the Master moaning in ecstasy behind him, but the blows continued like lightning bolts, illuminating phantoms so bright that surely he must have a hand there after all.

Off target, the hammer slipped and smashed into blueberry flesh, and the stake jolted sideways with a crunch, and Killian felt himself falling until he was caught by the collar and splashed with water while the hammer lay dormant, and he couldn't even make sense of words he knew he should recognize because his only focus could be the searing cold metal driven halfway through his wrist.

The hammer resumed its grisly task while Killian's cries grew feebler. He drifted in a haze of anguish, half-fainting, shocks of pain sizzling up his arm. His dead weight sagged against the exultant Master behind him as the whole church seemed to spin on an axis.

Killian didn't feel a difference when the spike broke through the skin on the pinkie side of his wrist. The only clue was a minor change in sound: the metal had entered the wood of the altar. One more blow, one more wooden thunk, and Z lay the hammer aside.

And then she yanked upward on his tormented arm, and Killian gave voice to one more noiseless cry as the impaling device shifted inside him before squeaking free of the altar.

His eyes were closed and nothing could make him open them to see the ghastly damage. Even when Z began manipulating the attached ring, pulling brutally and drawing more tears of pain, he kept them squeezed shut. His hand, too, remained balled into an unyielding fist despite negligible protests from his branded palm.

This was it. This was his life now. He would never again feel happiness. Contentment. A moment free of pain. Forevermore, his existence would consist of blazing agony.

There was an audible snap as the free corner of the ring found its bloodstained attachment point. The straight post shifted again, Killian whimpered once and dove headfirst into black oblivion.

This time, the Master let him fall.

#ouat fanfiction #killian jones #emma swan #wish realm killian #whump #impalement #restraint device #stake and ring #through the wrist #how tag this?#fainting #screams #Vocivore ltd

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hawk-in-a-jazzy-hat · 7 years ago

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Anime Review: Anonymous Noise

Nino Arisugawa, or Alice, stands on the beach every day, wearing a mask and singing out into the ocean. Sing for lost love for a boy named Momo, and lost friendship for a boy named Yuzu. She sings to be sure that, when the time comes for them to meet again, her voice will be the beacon that brings them back.

And then she comes across them both at her new high school.

From there Nino tries desperate tactics to rekindle her past friendships, and to be the beacon she’s meant to be. But as Momo pushes her away, and Yuzu tries his hardest to steal her love for Momo away, Nino’s life soon descends into complication after devastation. As the three get more and more involved, Nino clings to her promises as best she can, even if they threaten to tear her apart.

She prepares to shout. To scream.

And her voice will become the anonymous noise, reaching out to her lost loves.

(Yeah, yeah, I know, but let me see you try and write a summary for a mess like this.)

So, alongside sports, the other subgenre of anime I found I hadn’t really experienced yet was the music one, which I actually felt slightly more guilty about given that I have a musical background. So, me being me, I decided rather than watch Beck or Kids on the Slope or one of the actual classics in this regards, I’d do the same thing I did with All Out and pick up a random seasonal show just to get a feel for the genre.

Previously, it worked. All Out was a pretty good show; not perfect, but certainly a good introduction.

Anonymous Noise however...eeeeeeeeeeeh....

Let’s just say I got an insight into a certain genre, but it definitely wasn’t music.

On the production side of things, this is a Brain’s Base production; a studio which I honestly haven’t seen around for a while. The art is pretty good for the most part; at least I like it, very reminiscent of lanky Clamp drawings and angular faces. The animation does hinder it in that regard though, as it’s far too limited to really get across the emotion that the show requires. I’d honestly have preferred a rougher and more scratchy style than the overly polished and rather stilted look we got here. Not that the show doesn’t occasionally go mental, particularly during the concert scenes. The downside is that, instead of rough pencil sakuga, we get distractingly CG drone shots mixed with lots and lots of shaky cam. Oh dear.

Now, for a show based around music (sort of) you would expect the music to be fairly decent, wouldn’t you? Right. Well, the opening’s pretty catchy. But aside from that, I think we hear a grand total of two other songs in the entire show. Three if you count Nino going La La La La. Four if we’re counting Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. And they play them again and again and again and AGAIN AND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD SHADDUP. I get that soundtracks require work and time, but here’s a tip; if you don’t have the work or the time to make a full soundtrack, maybe don’t structure a good chunk of your show around a band.

Not that that’s really noticeable, since whenever the songs are played the most noticeable thing is that oh my goodness Nino’s seiyu does not sing very well, does she. Although to be completely honest, that I don’t mind. Nino is an impulsive and loud-mouthed character and part of the point of her character is that she can’t sing very well but everybody loves her because gosh darn she is just so emotional, so in that regard having a rougher singing voice does help the show’s overall tone. And I get the feeling that the seiyu can sing quite well but was just deliberately singing...less well. I’ll give that the final performance is very striking, and probably the most successful one of the series.

But really, dodgy performances is the least of the show’s problems anyway, since this really isn’t a musical show. Music is the framing device for the main meat of the story. You ready for this? Alright, cause this gets confusing.

So here we have Odd Person, who we’ll refer to as Girl A. She was the childhood friend of Guy A1 (Edgelord with Glasses) until Guy A1 left, and to comfort her Girl A came across Guy A2 (Creepy Femme Lelouch). Guy A2 then falls in love with Girl A to the point where he puts his voicebox out trying to comfort her for something, and then Guy A2 leaves her as well. Fast forward to highschool where Guy A2 comes across Girl A and falls in love with her again, but Girl A doesn’t realise this and is just after Guy A1, but what she doesn’t realise is that Guy A1 is also at her highschool, and to make matters more complicated Guy A2 actually meets Guy A1 but doesn’t realise that he is in fact the Guy A1 that Girl A is pining for so he actually becomes friends with Guy A1 and supports Girl A into trying to reach Guy A1 without knowing that he’s Guy A1

You following this? Because we haven’t even gotten to the band yet.

So Guy A1 is now writing music and loves his manager/legal guardian(?) so he pushes Girl A1 away which just makes Girl A1 want to try harder, to the point where she auditions for one of his bands by singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (I’m not even kidding), but the Guy A2 reveals that the band she always listens to is actually his, and he dresses up as the lead girl even though the main girl in the band (Girl B) is the actual lead singer, only she’s now leaving because Guy A2 is in love with Girl A only she actually becomes friends with Girl A and teaches her to sing so Girl A can take over the main role in the band and Guy A2 can write music again for her/creepily obsess after her, and Girl A realises she might love Guy A2 until Guy A1 realises he does still love Girl A and ends up...pushing her away even more? So he recruits Girl B into his band and there’s a Guy B in the first band who’s actually in love with Girl B and then Guy C who plays drums

At which point any person watching this will probably have this reaction.

This is a huge, tangled, completely nonsensical mess of a plot and it is genuinely impossible to follow. It wouldn’t be so bad if people would actually stick to their character, but motivations and relationships flip around at the drop of a pin and nobody actually acts like a real person. From Momo’s complete and utter edgelordness to Yuzu’s really creepy obsession with Nino even if he’s not really after her, except he is, to the fact that Nino is really really odd (this is a girl that sings out into the ocean every morning to get her two childhood friends back on a vague promise she can get back together with both of them, except not both at the same time because...), all combined with magical dialogue that makes Linkin Park sound like Weird Al Yankovic by comparison, make this far and away the most utterly angsty show I have ever seen.

And you know what? No joke, that’s actually sort of admirable.

There’s no way I can say this without it sounding patronising, but the fact that the show goes this far with its aesthetic and its dialogue and all of its characters, completely and utterly unironically, make it an incredibly enjoyable watch. Let’s face it, emo-ness and angst are really made fun of in the modern nerd community, and there are so many shows around which love to make fun of it, portraying tortured artists and angsty teens and pointing and laughing at them. And...yeah, it’s funny.

But something like this isn’t out to just make fun of that lifestyle, but it fully embraces it and all the madness that comes with it. It feels like whoever wrote this truly poured their heart and soul into every moment, and the end result just feels so sincere. There’s a lot to cringe about in this world, but actually writing something just because you love it and want to share it should not be one of them. This is speaking as somebody who wrote a full 55 chapter full-AU fanfiction of a show he loved just because he really wanted to (and honestly, hasn’t really stopped).

This is the My Immortal of anime. It is just so extra in its insanity that it is genuinely wonderful to watch. It doesn’t care what you think, or whether it’s good or even whether anyone else like it. This is somebody looking into the void and throwing their story out there, warts and all. And that, at its core, is how all writers should aspire to be.

Although much like Nino, once you’ve been doing it a little while it might be a good idea to start learning some proper technique.

Just saying.

Anonymous Noise is available on Amazon Prime. Overall Anonymous Noise is...a true hot mess of a show. If you can’t bring yourself to watch bad angsty drama or listen to bad singing then this really isn’t going to do you much good. But for what it is, it’s ambitious, and incredibly extra in everything it does. Characters are ridiculous, plots are incomprehensible, but the whole thing is just oozing with passion and screaming with pure emotion. This is definitely a show to watch for its ambition and sincerity more than any of its substance. But for some, that might just be enough.

My score: 5/10

Next time, I delve a little more into what it actually means to create something; the victories, and the flaws, and the ultimate meaning of being a creator. I’ve gotten back into my stride, and now it’s time to do some proper analysis once again.

Next review: Re:Creators

#anime review #hawk reviews #anonymous noise #fukumenkei noise #anime 2017 #spring 2017 #brain's base

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Danced Into My Heart

Hotshot's Go Hojung X Reader [ fem ver. ] fem version because I might a male version ??? or gender neutral it. this is a safe space for all LGBT :) fLuffY

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• your dance studio win a dance competition • Hotshot reacts to your video • and suddenly! boom! you guys are invited to a variety show with them but ofc something has to happen ;) ( hosted by MAUVE sunbaenims )

• Hojung really likes you ;)

hello, my friends, it's about time I wrote something for my other bodybuilder Hotshot son. And about time I resurrected MAUVE and fly them back in from Taiwan...hehe. I'm sorry my works have been really lacking lately, I do apologise but our request box will be open until sometime next week, confirmed soon in an update. Blow it up while you still can ;) Why do people still sleep on Hotshot? Jelly is a bop. All their songs are bops. I hope you like this anon! also trying to make more of my works gender neutral... or you guys can request for specific versions and I'll try it out :) - admin L __________ "And, the first place winner is....101 Dance Studio! ( original™ ) Congratulations!" Taehyun announced, the rest of the members joined in with an applause. Meanwhile, you and your dance team could not even stop the excited screams and jumps as you viewed their live stream. The team had spent hours alone on the choreography, just thinking about the amount of time and effort put into booking the shoot locations and costuming made you feel so sick. You were glad all the hard work had paid off. First place in an international competition! How crazy was that? "Ahh, we will be watching and reacting to the videos of the winners of this competition! Also, there will be a special surprise for the first place!" Timoteo continued, eliciting more shrieks from you and your friends. "What? No way! What? What just happened?" Seulki spluttered out, her face hidden by her messy long hair. Cassandra just stared wide eyed at the screen in disbelief, her grip on Yeojin's arm was so tight you swore that your friend was going to pass out. "I think I'm going to die," Junho murmured, fanning his face in a daze. "How did we just-" "Winners, please check your email right after this! We'll see you guys with the official video soon. Bye!" Junhyuk waved to the camera and the VLive ended. An announcement was soon posted. Hotshot official Make sure to watch our reaction video uploaded to our youtube channel tomorrow! Congratulations to all the winners! #Hotshot

There was a scramble to refresh the 101 Dance Studio email inbox. Junho clicked the refresh button about a hundred and one times per second, everyone was filled with anticipation. Yeojin and Cassandra huddled together, inhaling deeply. "Y/N, what do you think it will be?" Seulki asked you as she tapped your shoulder. "I'm nervous!" "Guys! I got it! We got the email!" Dear 101 Dance Studio, Congratulations on winning Hotshot's 'Jelly' dance competition! To congratulate you, we have planned something exciting. Pack your bags! Your team is headed to Seoul, Korea to appear on a variety show with Hotshot! read more...... There was a quiet pause to let the entire email sink in before everyone exploded into shouts of excitement. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" Chaos broke out. Cassandra was frantically the studio director - her cousin - while Yeojin flipped over a couple of chairs. Junho nearly passed out and you could only stop and stare in disbelief. It was crazy. "We're going to meet Hotshot!" ... Reality refused to sink in until the day itself when you were at the airport, dragging your pieces of luggage behind you. You could never fathom this, it was incomprehensible almost. The whole morning passed by in a blur, your brain couldn't process anything else but the mantra that you would be meeting Hotshot. "This is crazy," you muttered to Seulki. "Am I dreaming?" She pinched your arm and you yelped in shock but it did confirm that this entire situation was real and happening. Seulki was asleep throughout the entire duration of the plane ride so you had no one to rant your excitement to. It was painful. How could they be sleeping at this time? You groaned when you realised your entire team had fallen asleep. Sulkily, you played with the television screen but if you were honest, your mind was somewhere else. Hotshot could not leave your train of thought. It was crazy, you were going to appear on a variety show with them. Only significant people were invited to shows like this, what had you done? Maybe it was just a lucky fan encounter thing, five minutes of screen time was better than nothing. I suppose I'll only know when we reach... Though you promised yourself that you were too pumped up to sleep, you found your eyelids growing heavy and drooping. Eventually, you succumbed into a deep slumber. That didn't last very long. It felt as if the second you shut your eyes, the next they fluttered open, alert. "Y/N! Wake up! We've arrived in Seoul!" Seulki shouted, shaking your shoulders. She beamed happily, hardly containing her energy. "Come on! Hurry up!" You hastily unfastened your seat belt and waited for the snaking queue to move before retrieving your bags. Junho and Yeojin were on the phone with the organiser and manager respectively as all of you moved through immigration. Your hands reached to wipe the bleariness from your eyes, you wanted to feel and look refreshed. "Ahh, okay. Thank you," Yeojin said sweetly before hanging up. "Our car is already outside. Uh, they said we can rest awhile at the hotel before going down to the filming location for a briefing and rehearsal. Filming will start tomorrow at eleven in the morning. They have sent us the schedule, I'll print it out once we reach the hotel." "Wow. It's like we're being treated like idols," Cassandra mused dreamily, her eyes clouded over and if she was in a cartoon, there would be hazy clouds above her head. Seulki snapped her fingers. "Yah! Wake up! We're just...guesting on a show. We can't get used to this," she hissed but you knew she only had good intentions. You swung your arms around her shoulders. "Ahh, Seulki-ah, let us live a little. This is the most rewarding thing we've ever done. Let us enjoy our thirty seconds of fame," you sang knowing full well Seulki always gave in to you. You knew she just wanted to prevent you from getting caught up in unrealistic expectations or fantasies. After this, you would be flying home, continue with your mundane life and probably never get an opportunity like this again. You wanted to make the best of it. Yeojin yelled for everyone to hurry up. "The van is here! Let's not make them wait!" ... The morning sunlight flittered through the day curtains of your hotel room, the light cast speckles of warmth to kiss your skin lightly. It was a brilliant way to wake up. Cassandra had already gotten dressed in her attire by the time you opened your eyes. Luckily, there was a lot of time and you were quick at getting ready. "Ooh, sis you look amazing," Cassandra complimented as you changed into a black shirt and button up denim skirt. You thanked her before the two of you headed out for breakfast with the rest of the crew.

"I'm so anxious! I can't even eat!" Yeojin squeaked, stabbing at her food aimlessly. Junho was the only one appreciating the full capacity of the buffet table. Though you were nervous as well, you tried your best to eat a fulfilling meal. The day was going to be a long one, and you also could not confirm when the next meal would be. You felt the telltale buzz of your phone and quickly answered the call.

"Hello? This is Y/N from 101 Dance Studio," you greeted, unsure of who the person on the other end of the line was. All eyes at the table fixated on you.

"Hi, Y/N. This is the organiser for this show. We're so sorry to inform you that filming today is cancelled due to a mix up in schedules concerning the MAUVE hosts. Our apologies. We have already extended your team's stay at the hotel. Do drop by the studio today though, more information will be provided then. Thank you." Whoever it was sounded extremely flustered and worried, did had one job and someone messed everything up.

"Who was it?" Junho asked, eyes wavering. "Was it the organiser or manager? What did they say? Are we okay?"

Seulki smacked his arm, "Shush! Let her speak."

You breathed in deeply. "I don't know how to...explain? Rationally."

"Tell us! It's okay! What's the worse that could happen?" Cassandra pushed, smiling but her brows were creased in confusion.

"Um? The worse thing that could happen? Well, the whole show gets cancelled, we're flown back home and none of us gets to meet Hotshot after anticipating this for so long," Yeojin pointed out bluntly. Now it was Junho's turn to slap her shoulder.

"The organiser said filming has to be rescheduled, we're to head down to the building for a meeting though," you informed. "We don't have a lot of time. Let's go. Seulki, call the car."

There was a frenzy of confusion and panic even after the van's door had shut and raced towards the studio.

...

"We apologise for the mix-up but there's nothing we can do now since the MAUVE girls are already on their flight to Hong Kong and won't return until Thursday," one of the organisers told you, she looked genuinely apologetic.

I guess she's just thinking about the funds wasted on our hotel bills....... Today is only Sunday, we were supposed to be out by tomorrow but now we can only leave on Friday. Plus, our hotel doesn't seem cheap either.

"For now, uh, you guys can wait in your dressing rooms for Hotshot to arrive for the meeting to commence." She twisted the key in the lock and pushed open the wooden door to reveal a spotless dressing room. "We'll call you if anything. And...remember the contracts you signed, nothing is to be photographed and leaked to the public." You all nodded, reassuring her that nothing terrible would happen but once she was gone and at least two metres down the hall, Cassandra and Seulki started taking pictures.

"I'll drop them to my Dropbox in case they check our phones and delete them. I'll still have a copy," Yeojin said, taking pictures of the scenic view from the thirty-fourth level.

You rolled your eyes at your friend's antics but soon enough, your camera roll was bursting with pictures too.

All of a sudden, there were two sharp knocks on the door and everyone scrambled to find a 'normal' seating position. Another staff member opened the door and announced that Hotshot had arrived so he would be escorting you to the meeting room.

You had to bite your lips to stop squealing, your heart beat madly in your chest and icy shivers began to travel all over your body

Keep it together, Y/N. Pull yourself together. Do not be a mess. Professionalism. Be professional.

After what seemed like countless corridors filled with more doors, the staff stopped outside a fancy glass door and tapped on it. He pushed it open and gestured for you to enter.

There was evidence that Hotshot had been here first, two roller chairs were left pushed out and some of their bags were in the room. The staff had turned to talk to his earpiece before quickly dashing out again.

"Woah......."

You could barely breathe. The atmosphere was so tense it choked you.

"Yo Cass, what do you think? Your family pretty much owns our asses anyway, should we introduce you as the leader?" Junho joked in an attempt to light up the mood. "You did dance Junhyuk's role anyway."

Cassandra nodded, at a loss for words. No one could even utter a word. In fact, you could hear the beats of your heart. Then, the door opened. Junhyuk was the first to walk in.

You quickly shot out of your seat and bowed. "Hello!" The rest of your friends doing the same.

The remaining members entered and a tall, well-dressed woman followed behind. She smiled at both groups. "Hi, thank you all for joining us despite...sudden changes made in the filming dates. We sincerely apologise but today, we shall carry on with the briefing but first, let us introduce ourselves."

"2...3..." Junhyuk counted down to the greeting.

"Hello! We are Hotshot."

You clapped enthusiastically, not believing you had witnessed their greeting with your own eyes. The boys introduced themselves one by one and slowly, you could feel your heart rate slowing down but face heating up.

Especially when it was Hojung's turn and he let his gaze lock with yours, lingering on your figure before beaming brightly.

Oh gosh......

You tuned out to whatever the manager was saying for a good ten minutes or so, spellbound by the attractive maknae. He was just a bit older than you but clearly more attractive than any other guy around your age in your hometown. As those thoughts filled your head, Hojung caught your stare, he smiled shyly. Flustered realising he had caught you, you quickly shifted your gaze to the manager as she explained what the show was about.

Oh my gosh! He caught me looking at him. How do I handle this now?

"To make up for the pushed back air date of this episode, we arranged with the producers to allow a special two-hour long episode! Which means that...you guys have to work together for awhile. The team decided on a cheerful concept so we're sending all of you Lotte World!" An applause broke out before she continued. "There's another contract to be signed before that and it will be filmed in the last few opening hours to after hours for better content. Honestly, we just need some cute fan interactive content so this is play time for you guys but you must collect at least an hour worth of proper footage."

This is crazy! This is just mad! We just danced to 'Jelly' and now they're sending us to play with Hotshot at Lotte World? What?

( I'm very unrealistic let me live )

"The cars will arrive at your hotels at four thirty in the afternoon sharp. We must film soon. The meeting is done, I need to move so Hotshot, be good and uh, you can get to know your fans a bit more," she said then hurried out of the room after bidding both groups goodbye.

"Hi! How are you guys? How was your flight?" Taehyun quizzed, eager to get to know you and your friends.

"Oh, it was good. They slept most of the way through," you replied, chuckling.

"Ahhh. We were very impressed by your cover. Thank you for working hard. You guys deserve to win. It was amazing!" Junhyun praised, clapping. "What are your names?"

“Hello, my name is Yeojin."

"I'm Junho."

"My name is Cassandra! Hello!"

"Hi, you can call me Seulki."

"Hey, I'm Y/N.

"Seulki caught Hojung mouthing your name to test it out. She nudged you in the ribs, smirking.

"Let's bond well so that filming will run smoothly later on!"

...

You found yourself in the seat next to Hojung's, talking about anything under the sun to him. He was such an easy-going and excitable person it was fun to talk to him. His eyes always held such a playful gleam in them and they sparkled when he smiled.

"Y/N, let's be close friends. You can call me 'oppa'. Okay?" He suggested, winking.

Is ?? he ?? really ?? Asking ?? Me ?? That ?? Oh ?? My ?? God ?? It's only fair though since I am younger.

"Sure sunbae- uhh, Hojung oppa," you corrected, smiling bashfully.

"Ahhh," he muttered, cheeks reddening slightly as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "What do you want to do at Lotte World?" He set his arms on the table and cupped his face. "Ahh, there's so much to do there!"

You managed to stammer out an answer which Hojung happily replied to. He seemed to enjoy talking to you, he was always grinning and making eye contact. It flattered you, really. Hojung was such a likeable person whom you could foresee being close to even after this stint had ended.

After awhile, a staff member came to collect both of you to usher everyone back to the hotels to prepare.

Hojung pouted, he handed you his phone. "Can I get your number? You know, in case you get lost or what not."

You chuckled, agreeing and punching your number in his phone. "See you later."

He smiled before following his hyungs out of the room.

...

As soon as the room was far behind them, San turned to Hojung and shoved his chest playfully with a smug smile on his face. "Yah, you're really too much! Is Y/N the only person in that room hm? Has she taken over your life? Is she the centre of your universe now?" He teased, laughing.

"Hojungie, you're terrible you know. Junho was calling you, 'hyung! Hyung!' so many times but you ignored him! So rude," Timoteo scoffed playfully. "Yah, so why do you like her so much? Is someone in loveeeeeee?" He gently pinched Hojung's cheek.

Taehyun collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Ahh, Hojung is so caught up with Y/N! She has him wrapped around her finger. Are you going to leave us now too?"

Hojung's face was bright red. "Y-yah! Hyungs, s-stop it. It's r-really nothing! I-I'm-" he stuttered, clearly troubled and unsure of what to do. Eventually, he allowed his protests to be drowned out by the teasings of his hyungs.

By the time they reached the van, Junhyuk had planned out the entire wedding and Taehyun was busy calling Sungwoon to tell him the news. San couldn't wipe the satisfied smirk off his face after Hojung's face was the colour of a tomato, ten different shades included.

"Hojung, are you going to ride the Ferris wheel with her?" He goofed.

"Are you going to kiss Y/N at the top?" Timo added with smooching sound effects.

"Ahh, we should probably give you two some privacy at Lotte World. It'll be like... the first date in your life?" Junhyuk joked, which earned a roar of laughter from the boys and a slap on the back from Hojung.

Hojung huffed as he fanned his face but secretly, he couldn't wait to see you again. Maybe it was a blessing that filming had been pushed back and that he could spend more time with you. Just the thought of being around you made him smile.

"Yah, what's that smile on your face? It's Y/N isn't it?"

If only his hyungs could leave him alone.........

#hotshot #hotshot scenarios #choi junhyuk #ha sungwoon #noh taehyun #go hojung #yoon san #kim moonkyu #timoteo

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LMAO IM STILL BLAMING YOU my angst brain didnt use to be this active 😂 i was listening to that oldcodex song you reblogged and i imagine. alfonse sings to kiran while theyre chilling together maybe some askr traditional songs idk. fast forward its after kirans gone (dead or back to her world, whatever is okay) and he misses her so he sings that song again but this time alone. and then he cries. damn i think the storys better if kiran dies

i love you c:

His voice was her favourite melody. Seconds after silence finally sang its turn, her ecstatic clapping filled the meadow. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “Wow, wow, wow!” she repeated, over and over. Cheeks flushed in faint red from the joy that bloomed within. A pink smile curled wider to see the wild flash of crimson in his dashing face. To be honest, Alfonse started to briefly regret telling her about his little secret.

“I-It’s…” Voice broken to embarrassed stutters, he then proceeded to take a deep breath. “It wasn’t that great, Kiran.” Still, the smile he vainly tried to hold back perked up slightly. White teeth nipped the insides of his burning cheek, the prince slowly shook his head at her overly excited denial. “Nonsense!” Both hands waved up and down, then plopped back to her lap as she looked at him. Her legs stretched forward. Her toes curled cosily. The green grass beneath them felt like a plush carpet. One hand placed onto the ground, Kiran silently wondered if she would fall asleep immediately if she lay down on her back. Maybe Alfonse could sing another song as her lullaby. Tempting. Truly tempting. But otherwise a terribly embarrassing request. “And may I know what you find funny now, Kiran?” She hadn’t realized laughter had bubbled out of her lips from the idea. Right hand then zoomed to her mouth, fingers delicately pressed against her hot skin. “Oh no—nothing, nothing!” Alfonse didn’t buy her blatant lie. A single eyebrow raised in curiosity. A charming grin tickled the corner of his mouth. “It doesn’t seem like a ‘nothing’.” “It does.” She convinced, though more laughter rang as an act of betrayal to her words. Back straightened slightly, Kiran pursed her lips and quickly changed the topic. “So, do you basically know all the traditional Askarian songs or are there any secret ones that require a soul-searching journey in order to know?” She always loved listening to his chuckle. “I know…” Those pretty pink lips were pouted for a while, “some, I suppose. Mother introduced a lot of songs when I and Sharena were little. But in time, there are some songs that I find quite difficult to sing.” One hand placed on his crossed legs, Alfonse brought his right finger up and tapped his chin. “I think it’s mostly because it’s written in ancient text, so to read and memorize it might take some time than usual.” “Ah,” Her head tipped upwards in understanding. Interest fully shined upon the prince, Kiran bent her legs close to her chest. “If it’s okay with you, can I hear the melody of these old songs, at least?” Her left cheek gently rested on her knees, Kiran flashed a sweet smile. “I mean…” Embarrassment now sizzled her face. Excitement now accelerated her heartbeat. “If…you don’t mind, of course.” His smile was one of the radiant sun. “Of course I don’t, Kiran.” Their smiles matched each other perfectly. Their faces continued to burn, yet warmth pooled cosily in the pits of their stomachs. She loved staring at him. But she could never get used to him staring at her. “A-Anyways!” Again she quickly changed the topic. “So, tell me about the super old songs!” God, she really needed to fan her face from the sudden heat. “Since you said it’s written in ancient text, does it have another magical powers?” His reply was immediate, but Kiran didn’t expect it to be in a form of lively laughter. Deep brown eyes were wide on the prince. Stupor briefly flashed upon the summoner’s face, heat then boiled straight to her head when she realized her question might be the stupidest question she had asked yet. “That—!” Swiftly he huffed out his laughter into chuckles. Upon realizing that his reaction might have offended her, Alfonse coughed once into his right fist and kept a serious expression in front of her. It failed, however, when he saw that adorable pout. “You never know!” Without waiting for his response, Kiran stifled a loud, long groan. “I mean, mages and sorcerers use weird words to form magic, so I just assumed—” More groans replaced her reasoning when she saw that frustratingly cute tremble of his lips. “Oh shut up!” Head dizzying with embarrassment, the summoner then opted to just drop her head to her knees. She could still hear his laugh. “I’m sorry, Kiran.” His smile softened. His gaze never torn away from her. “Truly I am.” God, her heart could melt so easily like this. Forgiveness was then given in a form of a jutted tongue. More laughter rang from the prince, and soon enough, Kiran couldn’t help herself and joined him in the silly bliss. “To be honest, I am quite curious, though.” Sitting in front of her, Alfonse momentarily gazed at the blue skies. “Since it is written in ancient texts, I wouldn’t be surprise if the texts share similar traits to those the magic-users use.” Shoulders shrugged once, he then dropped his gaze back at the summoner. “Who knows? Maybe it might possess some magical qualities that we never knew.” “Yeah.” Her heart raced. “Like a spell to revive someone.” For a short moment in time, Alfonse felt as if all air had been robbed right out of his lungs. Shock flickered in a pair of azures. But when he saw her smile beamed so brightly in his vision, that shock simmered down to pure, sheer admiration. “Yes…” His laughter this time was softer, quieter. “Perhaps.”--- He couldn’t hear anything. Steel was clashing against steel. Sounds of flesh tearing apart and bones breaking into pieces echoed demonically into the bright blue sky. Blood soaked the once green ground. Bodies decorated the area that was once pure from war and death. His arms were shaking. His breathing grew heavier. He didn’t let her go. He didn’t want to let her go. His arms were still trembling, but his grip on her body remained firm and close. Right arm wrapped around her back and hand squeezed her right shoulder, Alfonse pressed his shaking left hand onto her chest. The blood felt cold. The flesh within felt colder. K— Dazed horror flashed in a pair of wide azures. K-K— Tears pooled fast and heavy in each socket. Head lowered and bobbed weakly above her, Alfonse trailed his gaze from the gaping wound to her face. Her eyes were wide. Too wide. She didn’t move a muscle. Her whole body was still as stone as the only movement that could be registered from her was entirely from him. She still didn’t move. Screams and cries still shrilled painfully around him, yet Alfonse begged, prayed desperately for the only sound in his arms. “Like a spell to revive someone.” His throat then felt as if someone had clamped one hand around it, Alfonse coughed heavily before nausea rolled deep in his stomach. A song. His whole body began to shake. His numbed mind forced itself to remember the ancient song that he had secretly learned and memorized in order to surprise her. Torn lips dry and shaky, Alfonse heaved a shaky, uneven breath before weakly lowered his head to hers. Azure eyes met deep browns. His voice was weak. Too weak. Too brittle and too faint to make out any words that deemed incomprehensible. But he forced himself. He forced out the words that slurred pathetically against the growingly cold face. She still didn’t move. More and more tears dropped, cruelly mixed along with the blood that gushed through the long line on her left cheek. The colour in her iris started to fade, started to be swallowed by the growing shape of her pupils. Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth. Blood caressed his lips as Alfonse weakly sobbed the song close to her mouth. The sounds around him was agonizing, jarring, deafening. He didn’t want to hear them. Pl— He didn’t want to hear any of them! –ease—Pl—e…ase—! Right now, her voice was his desperate wish.END

#Alfonse #Kiran #Kiralfonse #Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Heroes #:3c #aaaand with that im going home lmao BYYYYEEEEE #ENJOY DEAR MUAH MUAH I LOVE YOU #fafar writes #alfokiran #since i use tht tag for this blog hehehe #THAT WAS FUN THANK U FOR GIVING ME AN IDEA #asthenicia #ask

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