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warriorlid14 · 2 days ago

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Based on @thejakeformerlyknownasprince's theory that Tobias is the Ellimist. Couldn't stop thinking about it.

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“Have you heard of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice?”

Marco groaned. “What is this, a pop quiz? I thought I was done with those when I graduated- well, not graduated. You know what I mean.”

“It’s a Greek tragedy. The story goes that-”

“You know what’s tragic? This conversation.” Marco faked a yawn. “I think I’ll go wake Jake up to take over my shift. What time is it anyway?”

“Just humor me, will you?”

Marco sighed dramatically. He couldn’t even remember what they were talking about that led to this conversation. “Fine, Birdboy, tell me the tragedy of Opeus and Eurywhateverthefuck.”

“Orpheus and Eurydice.”

“Whatever dude.”

“I won’t bore you with all the details-” Marco let out a snort “- but the tragedy goes like this: Orpheus and Eurydice are lovers. She dies. In his grief, Orpheus decides to go down to the Underworld to rescue her. It’s a whole epic, long journey. Long story short: he rescues her. Kind of. He makes a deal with Hades, king of the underworld, to let her go. Hades lets her escape. She can follow Orpheus all the way back out of the underworld. The only condition is that Orpheus can’t look back to make sure she’s following. But it’s a long, epic journey you see. And towards the end of the journey, he can’t hear her steps anymore. Just as they’re about to make it, Orpheus can’t help but look back. She’s then forced to stay in the underworld forever. Here’s the kicker: in certain versions of the tragedy, it’s alluded to that the story keeps repeating itself over and over again. The hope is that maybe the next time, Orpheus won’t make the same mistake. But he always looks back.”

Marco let out a low whistle. “Nice bedtime story. Is there a reason you’re telling me this?” Then he narrowed his eyes. “Is this about Rachel?” Maybe it was a dick move to ask straight out. But there was something off about this whole encounter. There was something off with Tobias. Maybe posture? The voice? His eyes?

Tobias shook his head. “No. Well, not entirely. It’s about all of you. And humanity really.”

Yes, it was definitely the eyes. They were stormy and dark and- were those stars? Were those actual literal stars in his eyes? Marco took a step back, unnerved, looked around and- Yes, he was still aboard the Rachel. Everything was in its place and yet it all felt wrong. And when he squinted, the walls were- Yes, they were almost translucent.

“What?” he said, dread beginning to take hold in the pit of his stomach. “What is this?”

Tobias smiled at him sadly. “I was hoping the illusion would hold a little longer. You always were too smart for your own good.”

“Illusion?” The dread spread to the rest of his body. “What are you-”

“You’re dead, Marco.”

His face turned white. He remembered now. Ram the blade ship. He swallowed hard. He quickly sat down on the floor.

“So this is what, some fucked up afterlife? You’re dead too?”

“This isn’t an afterlife. I guess the best way to put it is that you’re not technically dead just yet, only frozen right before.”

As he spoke, Marco noticed that it wasn’t just the ship that was translucent. Tobias was too. “Ellimist,” he whispered.

Not-Tobias smiled at him again. But he didn’t turn into the old man the Ellimist always presented himself as. He just said, “Yes.”

“Why are you here? Why are you cosplaying as Tobias? Is he dead? Are the others-”

“I’m just here to talk. Aximili and Menderash are dead. Jake, Jeanne, and Santorelli will be dead soon. Tobias will too, in a way.”

If he hadn’t already been on the floor, the grief he felt then would have knocked him over.They had failed.They had failed so badly that-

“You didn’t fail,” the Ellimist said, still using Tobias’s voice. “You destroyed the One’s plans. You saved thousands of lives that would have been taken over by that creature had you all not intervened.”

Like it mattered. They had never set out to save thousands of lives. This mission was only about saving one. “The others. How did they-”

“I think it would be simpler if I showed you.”

The air shifted around him. He was still aboard the Rachel, though it was now in ruins. He saw Jake, Tobias, and Jeanne, all human, all crouching and crying around- Marco swallowed hard. Menderash, head bashed in. Ax, a gaping hole in his chest. Himself. Marco brought his hand to his side. It had been practically cut open by some machinery when the ships had crashed. There was so much blood pooled around him. He could physically feel the agony and grief in the room, mixing with his own. He turned to the Ellimist, opened his mouth to tell him he didn’t want to see this, and then, as if he read his mind, the scene in front of him changed.

They were no longer aboard the Rachel, but in a smaller ship. An escape pod. Jake was at the controls. Santorelli was sitting next to him.

“This took place- will take place- in about a week or so,” the Ellimist said. As he spoke, Santorelli stood up and walked towards the back of the ship, expression blank. He picked up a pole. “The rest of your friends thought the One had been defeated back at the blade ship.” Santorelli walked to the front of the ship, holding up the pole. His eyes flashed red. “We were wrong.”

“Jake, watch out!” Marco yelled, uselessly. Jake turned. Too late. Santorelli swung the pole, hard, and Jake fell like a sack of potatoes. Immediately, Santorelli was at the controls, typing away furiously, changing course.

Jeanne was the first one out into the control room, weapon in hand. “What happened? What-” Santorelli turned to her, eyes still red. The smile he gave her was not human. Neither was the speed at which he ran at her. She fired the Shredder, missed. Santorelli was on her in half a second, bashing her head into the wall. Once. Twice. Marco knew the instant Jeanne died because he physically felt it in his stomach. Santorelli bashed her head once more.

Then he was kicked across the room by a hork-bajir foot. <Jake! Jeanne! Wake up and morph!> Tobias yelled. Being kicked by a hork-bajir would normally kill a human, or at the very least severely injure them. Santorelli morphed. Breaking every rule Marco knew about morphing, he was a polar bear in less than two seconds flat.

<What the-> Santorelli was suddenly on top of him. Tobias kicked again, pushing Santorelli into the control panel. The ship rocked. Santorelli dove at Tobias again. The fight was over in a couple of minutes. Tobias fought hard. But a polar bear is the fiercest predator on all of earth. And The One was somehow supercharging it. Marco watched in horror as The One held a broken and battered Tobias up by the throat. But it didn’t kill Tobias. Instead, its eyes flashed red, the color growing in intensity. Tobias, who had been feebly struggling, went limp as he looked into the polar bear’s eyes.

“It’s starting to absorb him,” the Ellimist explained, once again reading Marco’s mind.

Suddenly, the polar bear roared and dropped Tobias. It fell to its knees as a tiger sank its teeth into the bear’s flank. <Tobias! Get to the panel! We can’t let this thing escape again!>

Tobias limped to the control panel as Jake continued his fight with The One. No matter how much he clawed and bit at the polar bear, it did not go down. Suddenly, the ship accelerated in the opposite direction as Tobias punched in new directions in the control panel. The passengers were slammed to the front of the ship.

The One got a hold of Jake. Made him look into its eyes. Tobias crawled across the small ship and grabbed Jeanne’s abandoned shredder. He switched it to the highest setting and fired at The One. The blast should have killed it. The polar bear roared, its fur burning. But it did not let go of Jake. Tobias switched gears, pointing the shredder instead to the front of the ship. At the window. He met Jake’s gaze, his eyes now glazed over and a horrible tint of red.

Tobias fired. The window cracked. The One turned to him then and charged at him. Too late. Tobias had already fired again. And again. The window shattered and there was nothing left to protect the ship’s passengers from the vacuum of space.

“Nooooo!” Marco screamed as Jake’s body fell off the ship, as he felt his best friend die. Jeanne’s body followed after him. The One had gotten a hold of Tobias as he held onto the console. It tried to reach over him at the panel. Tobias slammed his fist against the panel and the ship was spinning now, out of control.The One clutched at Tobias, trying not to fall. Tobias let go of the console. He and The One tumbled out of the ship.

Marco closed his eyes, expecting the physical pull of his friend’s death. But it didn’t come. Marco opened his eyes, and watched as the Ellimist essentially- Well, he zoomed out of the illusion. He watched Tobias and The One continue to fall. He saw them be sucked into a black hole.

Still, Tobias didn’t die. Neither did The One. At least not yet. Time fast forwarded in front of him. Marco didn’t know how long. It could have been a few months, or a few centuries, but eventually he felt The One die. Saw the creature be killed by the Ellimist. Toomin. Tobias.

Marco turned to him, eyes narrowed. “It’s you. It’s been you this entire time.”

Tobias smiled at him, though his eyes were sad. “Your friend Tobias died in that black hole. Too much time has passed. I’ve experienced so many lives, some lived, others acquired through memories, that I could never claim to be just one person. But yes, I was once Tobias.”

Marco shook his head. The implications of what he was saying were- well, he couldn’t think about it right now. “I still don’t get it. Why am I here? Why are-” He thought then, of the story Tobias had told him. “You’re trying to change things.” Something like hope began to spread across his chest.

Tobias, not Tobias, shook his head. “It’s not what you think. I can’t change anything that has happened here.”

Marco’s heart sank. “Okay, so you can’t bring me back. But The One’s attack hasn’t happened yet. We can still-”

“No,” Tobias was shaking his head again. “I can’t change anything here again. It would violate the rules of-”

“This isn’t a fucking game!” Marco exploded, throwing his hands in the air. “What the hell is wrong with you!? These are your friends, damnit! You have the power to change things. I know you do! So fucking do something! ”

Tobias stared at him for a moment, then said, “If I were to save any of you right now, Crayak would immediately retaliate by destroying humanity. He might send a deadly disease or a weapon like the Howlers to annihilate every creature on earth.” Marco swallowed. “He’s done it before.”

The story keeps repeating over and over again. The feeling of dread was back. I can’t change anything here again. “What is this, some twisted groundhog day?”

Tobias tilted his head, thoughtfully. “In a way. Time… time is a tool, a weapon, even, that Crayak can wield. That I can too. But not without its limits. Some things we can change. Maybe you save someone who later fathers a doctor who goes on to find the cure for polio or cancer or whatever. In the future, someone who would have died from said disease as a kid instead becomes a prolific campaign manager who helps elect a president that wouldn’t have been elected otherwise. Said president prevents what would have been a world ending war. Etcetera, etcetera. You remember the time matrix.” Marco nodded. “But other things… some things are unchangeable. They will happen regardless. I don’t know why, but they do. The yeerks will always invade earth. The outcome of that war may change, but not the fact that it exists. Tobias will always fall through that black hole. It might be when he’s 19 or 60 but it will always happen.”

It was too much. This was all too much. “Why am I here?”

The Ellimist smiled at him. “Because you’ve always been great at finding the bright clear line. And right now I need that.”

Marco yelped as suddenly there were strings and lines and threads of all lengths and colors around him. He had the strangest feeling that if he moved, he’d be cut in pieces. Tobias snorted. “These aren’t lasers.” Marco glared at him. He really hated it when he did that. Tobias ignored him. “This is the fabric of time and space. A copy of it anyway.”

“Right, because that’s so much less terrifying,” Marco muttered. Still, he reached out a tentative finger and touched one of the strings.That section of the thread vibrated, and immediately, the threads around it began to vibrate as well.

“That’s a ripple,” The Ellimist explained. “Some changes have much bigger ripples than others. Watch.” Tobias reached out a finger and plucked one thread. The strings around it barely moved. He plucked at another and hundreds of threads around it began to vibrate. One of the threads, one that seemed to stretch for miles, shook violently, shaking other threads as it went. Marco followed the string with his eyes until he saw-

“What the hell is that?”

Tobias waved a hand in the air. “Jesus fucking christ,” Marco exclaimed as the strings all moved to the side, a new section of the threads now in front of him. Tobias waved his hand again. This new section of threads made way for new ones. The Ellimist was scrolling through the threads. He continued to do so until the section Marco had seen appeared before them. The rest of the thread had been taut and a bright, glowing white. This part was brittle, twisting and sagging, and a putrid greenish-black.

“I call it the rot,” Tobias explained. “This is one of those things that can’t be avoided.” The rot spread from one section of threads to the rest. Tobias scrolled through sections of the threads again. Soon, the only threads Marco could see were those that were rotting.

“What is it?” Marco said.

“It’s not good,” Tobias said plainly. “It’s like a poison. Maybe a virus. Every thread you see here represents thousands, millions of sentient beings destroyed by the rot. Not killed, but worse. If left unchecked, it will continue to spread to all threads around it. This is what I wanted your help with.”

“Don’t suppose I have much of a choice,” Marco said bitterly.

“Of course you have a choice, Marco.”

“Yeah? Stay here and talk to you or go back to bleeding out aboard the Rachel?”

Tobias winced. “Yeah, sorry. I can’t-”

“Can’t interfere. Yeah, yeah.” Marco rolled his eyes and sighed. It had been the right move, to come to him as Tobias. Marco was angry. So very mad and bitter and betrayed. But it would be so much easier to refuse to help the Ellimist he knew, an aggravating strange old man, than his old, trusted friend. Marco wondered for a second if maybe the Ellimist was making the whole thing up. But what difference did it make, really? He was still dead.

“I’ve run through hundreds and thousands of scenarios,” Not-Tobias said. He zoomed out of this section of threads. Zoomed into other sections of threads. He strung some threads. Cut others. Braided some with each other. “I’ve even played out a couple,” he admitted, “when I thought I had figured out a way to contain it.” Every time he zoomed out, the rot was still there. Sometimes the spread of it was bigger. Other times it was contained to smaller sections of threads. “I can’t get rid of it. I can only hope to contain it. Try to delay it as much as I can.” Marco stepped back. There were hundreds, thousands, millions of possibilities. How could he possibly-

“I found one possibility, one way to contain it as much as I can.” Tobias zoomed out one more time, carefully zoomed in until he found a specific set of threads. He cut them. He zoomed out again and again and scrolled and scrolled. Finally, towards what seemed to be the end of the threads, Marco saw the rot. It was contained to a few single strings. “If I play my cards right, I may even be able to contain the Crayak here.” Marco looked towards the end of the threads and saw only darkness.

“What’s-”

“That’s the inevitable heat death of the universe. Or this universe at least. Maybe another one eventually evolves again. I can’t say for certain.” Not-Tobias shrugged. Marco blinked at him. “Don’t worry about it. It won’t happen for another few million years.”

Marco shook his head, looked back towards what was left of the rot in this scenario. “It seems like you have your answer then. Why not set it into motion?”

The Ellimist zoomed back to where he had cut the strings. He pointed at them. “This is humanity.”

Marco gaped at him. “No. No! Are you insane? How is this even an option??”

“I’ve been looking for other options for centuries. I haven’t found any other way.”

“Then keep looking!” Marco yelled. “How could you even consider this? These are your people!!”

The Ellimist shook his head. “I haven’t been a human for a long time. And regardless, it isn’t just humanity I have to protect. There are millions of other species out there. Thousands-”

“You can’t just undo everything we fought for! Everything you fought for! What’s the matter-”

With a wave of the Ellimist’s hand, Marco was suddenly gone. Back at the Rachel. But not in pain. The Ellimist filled his mind with only his happiest memories. For Marco, this conversation never happened. He would meet death not with fear, but with a laugh.

It was what the Ellimist should have done in the first place. He never should have talked to him, revealed himself, upset him for now reason before his death. Besides, this conversation usually ended the same way.

It had been a while since he’d appeared in front of his old friends, since he’d told them the truth of who he was.

Hi Jake.

How’s it going, Cassie?

Hey, Ax-man.

Maybe he should have gone to Cassie, instead. Technically she wouldn’t be dead for another sixty years. Not that it mattered. She might be able to understand.

But.

The Ellimist had not gone to Marco to help him find a solution. He knew the solution. This was the solution. This was what he needed to do.

He could not sacrifice billions upon billions of lives to save one planet, no matter how dear it was to him. He could not be selfish about this.

But.

He had talked to one of his old friends. Felt his anger. His betrayal. The Ellimist has been reminded of he’d been, once upon a time. He had looked back.

The Ellimist needed to make his next move. He needed to defeat Crayak or risk losing so much more than humanity. He needed to stop the rot.

But the Ellimist always looked back.

He sighed. You win, he thought. He would keep looking. Maybe he would find another solution. Maybe this time, the end would be different.

Maybe if he started from the beginning one more time.

My name is Tobias. I can’t tell you my last name. Or where I live. It’s too dangerous.

#the writing's rough but you get the gist #also by “certain versions” i of course mean hadestown #animorphs #warriorlid writes

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c0llisiion · 3 days ago

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— End of the world (cb)

★ npr, f!reader, angst , bsf!chan , pining , both of them are stupid, slight crack — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 1,620

A/N: a lil angst to close off the year <3

Final year was coming to an end in just a week. 4 years of constant fun, happy, and sad moments were all going to be memories soon.

Your final semester exams were over. Your dorm mates are already packing their things up to move out. Preparations for your graduation were all that was happening on your campus. It was bittersweet in a way.

But you couldn’t shake off this one feeling. The one that you have been procrastinating on for 4 years now. The feeling you tried to push away but never could.

“So… are you going to confess to him…?” Your dorm mate asked as you helped her pack her things. You looked at her slightly confused by the sudden question. And then it clicked.

“Nah.” You gave a vague and straightforward answer, which was not reciprocated.

She turned and looked at you with her furrowed eyebrows. “What do you mean, ‘nah.’? How long are you going to keep lying to yourself?” She asks in a longing tone.

That last sentence hit. You halted all your movements and replayed those words in your head. Seriously, how long were you going to keep it a secret? How long were you going to keep gaslighting yourself into believing those emotions aren’t real? For how long are you going to hide away from your strong feelings for Chris?

It was a repeated cycle. The moment you would get some form of confidence, you would promise yourself or others that you would go and confess to him. But that never happened, of course.

And you blame your insecurity. Your paranoia. Your overthinking tendencies.

‘What if he hates me?’ ‘What if he thinks I'm stupid?’ ‘What if he rejects me?’ All going through your head as the long paragraph expressing your feelings for your best friend stayed unsent.

But a part of you justified that. What if he actually rejects you and then there’s this awkward tension that would always linger whenever you guys meet? Then you would have lost your dignity and a best friend.

You let out a deep sigh. And plopped on the pile of clothes laid out on the bed. “I really don't know, man… I really don't... fuckkk..." you rubbed your face with your hands.

“What is there to fear, girl… his rejection or the embarrassment?” She asks, crossing her arms.

“Both; I just don’t want to look stupid in front of him,” which was actually stupid of you to think.

You had this crazy-ass scenario where the moment you confessed to Chan, he would start yelling at you, disgusted, and call you a dumb bitch before spitting on you and walking away. Which was insane and stupid.

But for Chan it was different…

“Dude, you gotta confess to her, like actually call her up and ask her to meet somewhere,” one of his friends commented as they played Mario Kart on a beat-up old TV.

“You think so?” Chan added.

“Yeah man, it's high time; I think you should,” his friend said nonchalantly.

Chan thought about it. Maybe he should. What could possibly go wrong?

“Yeah… but I don’t know how to, though… and like… she has connections with people I'm close with too… Don’t you think it will be awkward once we break up?” He asked, expecting some hard advice from his friend.

“You live once, man; if you like that girl, then go for it. Ask her friend for advice on what to ask or something…” And that’s exactly what he did.

After 45 minutes of your dorm mate convincing you to go talk to him and confess your feelings, you agreed. What could possibly go wrong if you did?

“I’m telling you, just do it! Even if he rejects you, you could always ignore him afterwards; it’s not like you’re going to see each other after graduating, right?” She says excitedly, giving you some form of hope.

You nod, the same confidence building up.

“I’m going to do it.” You say with determination. Your friend squealed in happiness. She leaned in closer. “You know what would be crazier? If he called you right now. Like that would be the biggest omen-"

Your phone rang.

Yours and hers eyes go wide. You both glance at the screen together and see Chris’s name.

Like little girls, you both jump and scream in excitement before shakily picking up the call.

“Hello...?” Your voice was slightly out of breath.

“Oh hey, are you free right now? I've got something important to ask you…”

Your eyes widen at his response. Is this finally it?

You quickly reply. “Yeah… yeah… What's up? Do you like…want to meet up somewhere? I, too, actually wanted to say some things…” You ask, praying that he actually agrees.

“Oh? Yeah, sure… Let's meet at our usual place; how about that?” You could practically see his smile as he said those words.

You quickly said your goodbyes before turning off your phone and looking at your friend.

“It's time.” You say with playful seriousness.

“IT'S TIME?!” She responds with the same tone.

You get dressed in your best casual outfit, your hair and makeup slightly done, as you walk down the path and see Chan sitting on one of the benches, his one leg bouncing anxiously and his head looking around.

Once he spots you, he immediately rushes over to you with a bright smile. His curls softly bouncing and his cute dimples prominent on his cheeks.

“You came!” He said excitedly.

You smile widely and nod. “Of course! What's up? What did you want to say?” You ask cutting right through the chase.

He takes a deep breath.

Your excitement starting to bubble up.

“You know… I always wanted to ask you this”

Oh my god, you couldn’t believe that it was happening.

“And we have been friends for a really long time, and I trust you very much…”

Shit. No way. Is it happening?!

“I kept it to myself because I didn’t want to offend you…”

Offend you? What does he mean by that?

“You know you are friends with her and everything…”

Oh no. No way THIS was happening.

You held your breath as you waited for his final words, just hoping that he does not say what you were dreading.

“I really… I really like f/n…”

Your heart shattered. Your eyes went wide, and a shocked look was plastered on your face as you tried registering his words. Your mind went completely blank, and you couldn’t see or hear anything, just your heart beating extremely fast. That paragraph that you always wanted to say was quickly swallowed down back to where it belonged, you thought.

He continued rambling. But it was all muffled. Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you didn’t even realize he had stopped speaking.

“Y/n?” It was when he finally called out your name that you were brought back to earth. Your eyes fluttering before looking at his face. Trying not to cry.

“Is everything alright, y/n? You didn’t say anything…?” He asks with uncertainty. Searching your face to gauge your reaction.

“H-huh…? Oh, im sorry…” you mask a fake smile. “…I just- *chuckle* i just was in shock yeah cus…” your brain’s gears working over time to come up with a believable lie. “Cus… i actually thought you liked her and hearing it from you definitely confirmed that… haha”

You tried putting on your best front, but your body was shaking. Your eyes brimming with tears and your heart was… hurting.

And Chan wasn’t dumb. He knew something was wrong.“Are you su-“ Before he could continue, you cut him off, trying to get over the situation as soon as possible.

“So is that what you wanted to say..?” You ask kind of passive aggressive.Chan shook his head. “No… no… I just wanted advice… but are you sure you ar-“

“Advice?! Of course I can give them to you! I will send you an essay if needed!” You cut him off again, your voice unusually excited to cover up your pained voice.

He knew something was off but acted oblivious, not wanting to press the topic more. He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off again.

“So yeah, I will send you some advice and tips on asking her out. if you need anything else, im just a text away got it?” You try to keep the atmosphere normal. You put on a tight lipped smile as you looked at chans confused expression.

It was unlike you to cut him off so much. He wanted to know why-

“I will see you around then.. i gotta go now.. I have some packing to do..” you say as you start walking backwards, the tears finally starting to spill but you hoped with your distance chan never saw them.

Chan looked at you, still confused and slightly stunned at your behavior. He knows something is wrong, but he also knows you’re stubborn and won't say anything to save your face.

He let out a deep sigh as he watched you turn around and walk away, not even being able to say goodbye or ask what you wanted to say.

You couldn’t believe what just happened, honestly. Your tears were uncontrollably flowing down your cheeks, and it was making you mad. You prepared for his rejection too, but why did it hurt? Was it because he is in love with someone close to you or because he didn’t choose you? It shouldn’t be like this. This is not the script.

All kinds of emotions ran through your brain. Humility. Dejection. Worthlessness. It was a mess. All those years of pining. Just gone with a single word.

If only Chris knew.

A/N: IM SOERY FIR THE AMOUNT OF CHAN FICS AHHH 😭😭 anyways this was supposed to be a short drabble but i got carried away. Lolz. Inspired by ariana’s end of the world so listen to it while reading <3 tysm for reading!! HAPPY NEW YEARRRRRRR

#౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ yun’s silly fics #straykids smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #stray kids bang chan #bang chan x you #straykids bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #christopher bang #bang chan #straykids angst #stray kids angst #skz smut #skz angst #skz chan x reader

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married-to-google-translater · 1 day ago

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Hello, I would like to ask for an imagine of Leona and Jamil in a self-aware AU, being in love with a reader, who has one of them as a favorite (you can decide if you want Yandere or not)

Okaaaaay~ I hope u enjoy this :3

Yandere Leona Kingscholar

Leona wouldn't care much about being a game character.

He would care more about not being able to cuddle with the real you.

This dude is very chill...

At least until he realizes that some other people can flirt with you.

Leona would definitely not approve of this.

He would have to come up with something.

However, knowing that he is your favorite character would calm him down a bit.

Oh Leona would be really smug if he was your favorite.

He would really rub it in Malleus' face.

You would improve his self-esteem a lot.

Too bad you're not in their world.

This would really annoy him.

Leona would be rich...

He might not have experience with how the code works, but he could certainly hire someone to figure it out.

His family would get the bill :3

You would get a lot of edited interactions.

R.I.P Malleus' screen time.

Leona is not sure how, but he will find a way for you to be together.

Yandere Jamil Viper

Well, this would be a shock.

Jamil had never thought of himself as a game character.

He doesn't know how to deal with this at first.

However, things will get better with time.

Jamil believes that you still understand him better than anyone else.

Also knowing that he is your favorite makes it a little easier.

Jamil would have to explain all the time that his ability to hypnotize does not work in another world.

Believe Jamil would have tried.

If he got paid every time people think he would be richer than Kalim.

However, Jamil is not rich...

This would annoy him a lot because he can't bribe anyone to modify the code.

Jamil might try to learn on his own.

After all, he would be pretty smart.

If your game crashes when you try to put another character on your home screen, you know who to blame.

Jamil would probably want to find a way to enter your world so you could be together.

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lullxby · 2 days ago

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hi love!! could you write a jj x reader where he is in love with her but is scared to commit to a relationship because he’s never truly been loved before and doesn’t rlly think he deserves it? and it’s reader’s first relationship too? <3

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY (j.m.)

(jj maybank x kook!reader)

summary : in which a boy loves a girl so much it scares him.

w.c. : 2.3k

a/n : ughh LOVED this request, part two in the process but im trying to get something out for each character i have requests for rn!

warning(s) : angst, slight misunderstanding,

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jj maybank loved you. you knew it, he knew it.

he even thought you felt the same. from the way you’d carefully clean out his wounds in the dead of night, or the way you’d make sure he ate at your house because you knew it was one of the only times he’d be fed. all of it make him believe his feelings were requited.

you were so, so good to him. too good, in fact. too good to be true.

he didn’t deserve it. he didn’t deserve any of it— your gentle touches, the sweet treats you’d give him, none of it. he was too rough for someone like you, too violent.

he had hurt so many people, you had to know about it. if you knew about it, there was no way your intentions were good, no matter how much his gut was screaming at him to just give in.

you’d just end up hurting him, that had to be your goal. some sick joke to laugh about with your friends. either that or he’d hurt you. the latter was more likely, he knew that in the same way he knew he loved you.

but, he needed an excuse to flee. he convinced himself it was some cruel style of humor, telling himself he had a right to leave you like this, to ghost you like this.

once he had continued telling himself it was all fake, he actually believed it. it made every time you hung out feel fake, as though he was just putting up appearances. he could tell you were getting confused by his change in demeanor, and wanted to ask him about it. if you did, he wouldn’t know what to say.

so, jj stopped showing up.

he sat comfortably on the chateau couch, the old worn out fabric rough against his legs. his friends were arguing and panicking about something he didn’t care about, or couldn’t bring himself to care about. his mind was stuck on you.

every time his phone would vibrate, he’d desperately want to give it up and text you, saying he’ll be there as soon as he could. but he couldn’t. it was either you end up hurting him, which he couldn’t see happening because you’re so you, or he hurts you. he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt you.

so he didn’t answer your calls or texts.

1 missed call from y/n ❤️

y/n ❤️

i thought you were coming over?

Delivered 4:58pm

he sighed, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. It was almost two hours after he was supposed to be at your house, and even longer since he begun planning this detachment. he shifted uncomfortably in the seat, ignoring you causing an ache in his chest.

his friends looked over towards him, noticing the squeaking of the pullout couch. he had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time. no matter what, he’d jump into an argument full on. yet he had stayed silent.

“dude, what’s the matter with you? you’ve been weird all day,” kiara pointed out, frowning a bit.

he opened his louth to answer, only to be cut off by sarah. the cameron girl had known you, having attended the kook academy together when you were younger. you were always sweet, so she was happy when you started hanging around for jj.

“yeah, and where’s y/n?”

his jaw clenched at that one. jj knew sarah was a fan of you, meaning john b. was too, and cleo thought you were kind, meaning pope thought well of you as well. it was like they were waiting for him to speak badly about you then shun him for it.

at least in his eyes. he felt he was going crazy.

“she’s busy,” he answered, his tone telling them to just drop it.

he punctuated his two word sentence by getting up from the couch, going out to the screened in porch, plopping down out there away from the group, leaving his phone inside where he couldn’t feel it vibrate as you texted and called.

god, you were too sweet for him. he’d just ruin you, like he did everything else.

the rest of the night passed by slowly. everything felt so much quicker with you. he had mentioned it once before, causing you to make some joke about having fun when time was flying. he couldn’t remember it exactly, and suddenly wished you were here to repeat it to him.

over and over again.

but you weren’t, thanks to him. even when you guys weren’t with each other, you’d still text and call each other. maybe this was for the best; he was too dependent on you anyway.

he fell asleep out on the porch, and you fell asleep alone in your bed. the window was left unlocked and cracked open, despite the cool air blowing in. just in case.

he never came.

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jj woke up around 10 and walked inside, noticing how everyone seemed to be still asleep in their respective areas. he spotted his phone on the couch, and made the mistake of checking it.

he scrolled through the notifications left by you, not opening them so it wouldn’t say read.

3 missed calls from y/n ❤️

y/n ❤️

jayyy

hello???

7:37pm

this isn’t funny, i’m worried about you

11:21pm

it wasn’t like him to just ignore your texts, especially if you called him. so you had sent this last one. which had happened to catch his eye.

y/n ❤️

atleast let me know you’re okay.

please?

delivered 12:07am

then nothing else after that. you had probably fallen asleep, he knew how you didn’t like staying up late. yet there you were, past midnight for him.

it was because you understood how his life could get sometimes. how he’d get busy, but more importantly, how he’d get hurt. it could’ve been by kooks (maybe starting something on the way to your house), or at the hands of his father.

you weren’t even mad at him, and if you were you weren’t showing it. his heart clenched at the thought. he couldn’t help it, he texted back.

jj 🌊🤍

im finw

read 10:52am

you read the message as soon as he sent it. of course you did. you had been waiting all day and night for him to answer. as soon as you read it, not like it took you long, you got more frustrated.

you had every right to be. he had ghosted you, then all you got was two words in response, and he couldn’t even bother to spell one of them right! you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. if you took it out on him, it’d only get worse.

he got another message, as soon as he had finished with his phone and shut it off.

+1 (123) 456-7890

i missed you yesterday

delivered 10:55am

he knew it was you, seeing your number instead of your name did nothing to change that.

he didn’t even open it.

maybe he was just going through something, you told yourself. it seemed like you guys had been close, close enough to where he’d come to you, but who knows. it could be too personal.

and in that case, he wouldn’t want to be bothered. you sighed, the thought bringing you back to the first time he had come over.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FLASHBACK

jj had just gotten done surfing, it was obvious from the slightly damp state of his hair and the smell of salt water wafting off him. you had thought it’d be awkward— and so did he, you two were from completely different worlds.

but it wasn’t.

it was as if you guys had known each other for years.

the afternoon had flashed by, eventually ending with you and jj curled up under the many blankets you had oiled on your bed. the covers didn’t slip by without jj teasing you about them, saying something like ‘it’s summer, how do you sleep with this many blankets,’ while pretending to be drowning in them.

after the two of you had calmed down, you had ended up lying on top of his chest, messing with the chain that hung from his neck.

“y’know, i didn’t think you’d wanna come. thought i was jus’ some kook girl bothering you,” you had mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks with the lack of confidence you had shown.

he had just responded with a laugh, pressing a chaste kiss against your head, and saying “you could never bother me.”

but now, as he failed to return your texts, or even read them, it felt like that was all that was happening. like you couldn’t stop bothering him.

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jj shoved his phone in the pocket of his cargo shorts, sighing harshly as he did so. this was proving to be way more difficult than he had thought it’d be.

the boy ran a hand through his hair, not having his hat with him to readjust kn his head a thousand times.

he couldn’t stop thinking about you. how sad you may be, how angry (though he doubted that), how hurt. and the fact he knew he was doing that, that he was at fault? it was the worst feeling he thought he’d ever feel.

he kept strong, though, knowing deep down that it’d be worse if he kept going. he’d hurt you worse. he couldn’t do that. you weren’t just another one of his hookups. hell, the two of you hadn’t even had sex yet.

you wanted to wait, so he respected that. he honestly partly expected it. you weren’t like him. you weren’t the type to have casual hookups here and there. one time you had even told him you hadn’t been in a relationship, like, ever.

what he didn’t expect, though, was sarah’s words, emerging from the hallway that led to her and john b’s room.

“y/n’s coming over.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ YOUR POV:

you knew the way he looked at you couldn’t be nothing. it meant something, just as the way he’d hold you did. maybe you didn’t have much experience to base it off of. maybe you were grasping at straws to prove to yourself that he had felt the same way about you that you did him, even if it was just for once.

but maybe, just maybe, he truly did feel the same way about you. you checked your phone almost every five minutes, in such a way that if you did it enough, it’d magically make his notification appear.

your hopes of a magical miracle were futile, as your message not only went unanswered, but unread as well.

did you do something wrong?

was this because you didn’t want to do anything yet?

he hadn’t cared when you had shut him down, he had just pulled you back into his arms and held you. even if he had cared, he didn’t show it. he still came over just as much, and he still treated you the same

that was the only apparent ‘reason’ he would be doing this, and it barely was one. you hadn’t been rude, you hadn’t talked badly about him or his friends to your own. his motivation for this whole ‘cold shoulder’ thing was a mystery.

the familiar ding came from your phone, signaling you had a message. you lunged for it, as if it were a bar of gold. it wasn’t jj, but it was sarah.

sarah 🫶🏻🐻

why haven’t you been coming around lately?

kie and i miss you :(

*1 image attached*

read 11:37am

you opened the attachment, a photo of the two girls pouting at the camera, an edited tear drop under each other their eyes. you laughed lightly at it, surprised st the fact they cared that much.

you and sarah had just begun getting close again, having known each other in your tween years. she introduced you to kie once when you were over, and you guys clicked almost instantly, but were nowhere near best friends.

you responded something casual, mentioning how you had been busy lately, not wanting to bring up the stuff with jj. you didn’t doubt they could figure out what happened— he was the main reason you came over, and he had been ‘way moody’ lately, as sarah would describe it.

sarah 🫶🏻🐻

too busy for a girls day? we wanna see you!!!

read 11:39am

you smiled at the offer, instantly accepting and saying you’d be there at noon. that gave you around twenty minutes to get ready and drive over, which would be plenty of time.

*sarah 🫶🏻🐻 loved your message*

you shut your phone off after seeing the notification, going back into your bedroom. as soon as you entered, your eyes flickered over to one of jj’s t-shirts flung over your vanity chair, and his hat hung on your bedpost.

you changed into an outfit that was cute but comfortable enough to walk around in, your hair already done and just needing a refresh from the humidity. after that was done, you folded up jj’s t-shirt, placing his hat on top.

if he was truly done, though you hoped he wasn’t, he’d want those back. you opened your phone, texting sarah to let her know you were on the way over.

it shouldn’t be too long until you got there, and you and jj could only hope it wouldn’t be too awkward.

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The babysitter and the babysittee♡

Chapter 4: younger kid?

Chapter three!

Tags: 18+ satoru gojo x reader, babysitter!reader, babysittee!gojo, friends to lovers, one-sided pining, age-gap relationship, a whole lot of flirting, smut, mentions of drugs, angst, mentions of death, lovesick!gojo, engineering student!gojo, architecture student!reader

a/n: aaa!! Isn't it awful how I didn't write for like a week because I got my nails done? All the laptop writers will feel me on this I fear. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and an even better new year!! See ya ♡

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Deja vu hits you swiftly as you maneuver through the crowd. Only this time, you are also drunk and horny; matching the majority of the public here. You are not too shocked by the number of people the frat had managed to gather. Your expectations were raised to barely walkable hallways and crammed living room, alcohol smelling couch, and weed stinking walls.

You sip on your red cup filled with rum and Coca-Cola, eyeing some dudes in the back. You recognize them from the school's hockey team, and a small grin appears on your face as you walk past them. The mini dress you had put on served in your favor, your eye catching the heads that turned in your presence. You walk into the kitchen with a confident stride as you await for ... well, something.

You sigh as you lean on the kitchen counter, the cold marble grazing softly your exposed back. You slightly shiver at the touch and mourn your fresh packet of cigarettes that you forgot in your car. You gulp down the last bit of your drink and throw the cup away in the nearest bin, crossing your arms over your chest. The alcohol in your system is making you woozy, being the true lightweight you are. You close your eyes in the feeling, and you mentally picture the most handsome blue eyes you have ever seen-

You shake your head violently. You then glance in the kitchen's entryway for any welcome intruders and find none. Instead Maki comes stumbling in, her hands reaching to grab the doorway to steady herself.

She calls out your name as she leans in close to you, whisper shouting at you.

"I tttthhhink! She likes me!!" The grin on her face makes you chuckle, and with a reassuring rub on her shoulder from you and your specific words being ,go get her Maki, the woman straightens her back and nods her head, heading off and presumably into the embrace of a specific red haired girl you have yet to meet. Although your friend was surprised you had agreed to come, she seemed to be a lot socially calmer than usual with you being here. You wait for somebody to hit on you, too.

As desperate as you are to get the picture of Gojo Satoru out of your mind, you are not going to make the first move on any guy. Call it pride or stubbornness if you will, but you refuse to hit on a guy first. Yuna would roll her eyes at the statement.

As if reading your mind, one of the hockey players from before makes his way to the kitchen, eyeing you down. He is cute, you think. With ragged brown hair and a charming smile, he makes his way towards you and leans on the counter. He hits on you with possibly one of the corniest lines you've heard, but the alcohol in your belly and the wet patch in your panties make you giggle cutely at him. Not bad, you think. Maybe you will end up getting laid tonight after all.

You try not to let your thoughts get to you as you start actually kissing him. His lips are a little chapped, but his skillful tongue more than makes up for it as he lightly traces the inside of your bottom lip. Your own tongue locks with his, and you sigh blissfully at the feeling. You truly missed this.

Your hands find the back of his neck as you bring him impossibly closer to you. His body heat vibrating off of him as your chests touch - and wowww you never knew hockey could make someone so ripped. His hands are on your hips, and he moves to press his erection on your front -

When someone pulls him off of you.

"Whoa there fellas there is a crowd near you!"

You're panting, lipstick bleeding outside of the outline of your lips as you try desperately to wipe it away despite the buzz in your head. You smooth down your dress and attempt to make it seem like you weren't being fondled just seconds ago.

"W- what?" The guy that you were making out with just moments ago was being pulled away from you by a strong hand on his shoulder. He stammers a little bit, clearly taken aback at the sudden interruption. The slightest irritation is evident in your gaze as you take in Geto, leaning smuggly in the guy's personal space.

"Why don't you go take a walk, hm? Cigarettes on me." Geto pulls out a packet of cigarettes and hands it to the guy. He tries to protest but is shut down by Getos' intense gaze and firm squeeze on his shoulder.

You click your tongue in the roof of your mouth as you were left alone in the kitchen with Suguru.

"Em? What the hell?"

He grins. "Well, hello to you too, sweetie. "

Your hands raise past your shoulders, a sign of your evident aggravation. Why, why, for the love of God, can't you get a sliver of peace?

"Mind explaining what the actual fuck-"

"I didn't take you for the kind of girl to make out with randoms at parties." Suguru leans on the counter, his arms crossed as he turns his head to look at you. The fitted white shirt he has on hugs his toned arms and makes him look huge in comparison to you. You sigh heavily, almost dragging your hand over your face but stopping at the last second, remembering that you had put on makeup for the party. You instead grip your scalp to steady yourself and place your elbows on the table in front of you, unintentionally leaning forward in your short dress.

"Since when do you have an opinion on what I do? And with who?"

"With whom."

At that, you drop your hands on the table loudly and turn to look at him. Geto has a wolfy grin plastered on his face, his gaze dropping momentarily to the chair he pulls for you.

"You're drunk. Why don't you sit?"

You, instead, opt to stand up straight faster than you should and decline. The black spots you see in your vision make you stop in your tracks just for a moment before you make your way to the living room where the mass of people were.

"Fuck off. " With a flick of your middle finger, you emerge back in the party. You spot Maki, making out with that girl from engineering (Nobara, you think), and you're pretty sure that Yuna is flirting with the flustered business major she has been eyeing for quite some time. You grab a red cup and fill it with vodka this time, praying that it's not too late to keep your fainting buzz going as you make your way upstairs.

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The moment Satoru enters the party and sees you flirting with some hockey - team, nobody, his heart stops. Shoulders dropped and vision blurry from the pre - game Todo invited him to, he cannot tear off his gaze from your stupidly pretty lip glossed - lips forming a smile from a -probably- atrocious pick up line. The idiotic sunglasses in the shapes of hearts that hung on his hairline fall dramatically on the bridge of his nose; his hair disheveled.

His mind wavers over to today, the way you looked so pretty up close, the way he was going to lean in and kiss you.

The way you jumped up and scurried off before he had the chance to.

After today, Satoru was 100% sure you were attracted to him. May the sky fall, swear to God hope to die, kind of sure. He had practically raced back to the court, shaking Geto off of his own bones, yelling, "You were right!" . The rest of the evening he had spent rammaging through his entire apartment, looking for the 'perfect thing to wear' at tonight's party. Choso and Yuji teasing him throughout the entire process, saying he looked like he had slept with a hanger in his mouth with how wide his smile was. He had ignored them, instead praying to whatever deity he thought of that Yuna would succeed in her efforts to get you to come to tonight's frat.

And you did! His prayers were answered. And you are invredibly attracted to him, so why aren't you doing anything? Why are you flirting with a random guy at a stupid frat instead of being with him? Why aren't you flirting with him? Because of some stupid moral thing you promised yourself when you were 15?

He downs his cup full of - shit, even he didn't know what the fuck he just drank- and made his way over to you. Well, tried to make his way over to you.

"What are you doing, man?"

Satoru glared at his raven haired friend. Why is he stopping him?

"You're gonna what? Stop her from having a good time?"

"I'll-"

"Confess your everlasting love for her?"

"Well-"

"Admit that she's the only one you've ever loved?'

"Well, yes!-"

"NO! Because you don't say that kind of crap to a girl you met for the first time in what- a decade?"

Satoru puffed his cheeks and pouted. His cheeks were an adorable shade of red (thanks to the shots his coach provided him), and his eyes were slightly glossy.

"Well- what am I meant to do?"

"Nothing! Dont worry, man, I've got you. "

With that, Satoru finds himself frowning, even pouting at the teasing wink Suguru throws his way. His last words to the white-haired man consisted of him trying to convince Gojo not to make a move. At least not tonight. Something about finding out your true feelings towards him and whatnot. Satoru couldn't really listen over the music, plus Todo was already tugging on him because he found some girls. The led lights that were slung around the entire house lit up everyone in a mix of blue, red, purple, and green tones. Gojo couldn't help but sigh, not even having to request another drink from Todo, who made sure to keep his friend's cup filled.

As Satoru walked away with Todo, Geto turned his attention towards you. Shamelessly making out against the polished kitchen counter. Shaking his head to himself, he sighed. He couldn't really just let his friend's heart be broken this way now, could he? So, with a heavy heart and a reassuring smile to the girl that hit on him that he will be back, he marches to the kitchen. Grabbing the idiot that was making out with you by the shoulder. You seem clearly startled by this, and Geto feels bad for only a second. After ushering the guy to head out, he takes you in. Tight dark blue dress hugging your curves just right, with black heels. A cropped black cardigan protecting your arms from the freezing cold of the season. Geto sighs. He isn't an idiot. He has seen the gazes that you give Satoru, the way your cheeks heat up at the proximity when he is near, the way your eyes dart when he hits on you suggestively. The way you are so clearly attracted to Gojo, but brush it off with a snide comment on how you could never date a younger guy, much less the cute little boy you used to babysit.

He also isn't oblivious to the idiocy that curses his best friend, eating up every excuse in the book that you provide him. Because he isn't used to reading signs. Satoru Gojo never had to read signs. If a girl liked him, she would show it (with many ways indeed), not giving the poor white-haired freak any doubts about how desired he was.

Geto groans at your retreaval, no doubt looking for some kind of entertainment that didn't include him correcting your speech. He drinks some kind of alcohol that he found on the edge of the table, not caring about whom it belonged to.

Satoru Gojo had to find out about your feelings tonight.

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Finding solace in one of the upstairs rooms seems useless; every single one of them being used for hook up spots (you still haven't confronted Yuna about your closets...). Until you find a door at the end of the hallway, unlocked, and with no potential herpes inside.

You forget to lock the door behind you, the easiness of the quiet engulfing you whole. What were you thinking? You were never good at this hookup stuff to begin with. Christ, you lost your virginity five years ago, and yet you've slept with - what? Three guys over the course of five years? What possibly made you think you could just waltz in one of the most sex demanding frat parties of campus and get laid? Well, that doesn't sound right. If you can't have sex here, then where?

Your thoughts occupied so much of your mind, together with the definitely not light buzz in your head, that you didn't notice the door unlocking.

With your ass on the soft bed and your neck craned upwards to massage the back of it, you barely miss the crack of lights emitting from the open door. There, the one person you didn't want to see standing in all his glory, eyeing you down. Then, to your demise, he closes the door and marches your way.

"W-wh-what are you... doing?" Your words fumbling out of you in a stutter you didn't even know you were capable of, you attempt to get up. Forgetting you had heels on, you stumble, strong hands catching you in a haze.

"You really are drunk." He smirks, his tone full of amusement as he drinks you in. Only slightly tipsy, Satoru is having the time of his life. Upon hearing that you would probably be heading upstairs by Geto, he marched his pretty ass on these stairs to get to you. And if there was one thing he understood that Suguru meant, is that tonight he would be getting answers.

His big, beefy arms are around your waist now, your own arms pressing on his shoulders to keep yourself steady. His legs are positioned between your own, and your mind is spiraling at the feeling of his heat emitting from his body to yours. Your pussy clenches around nothing, your panties gaining a wet patch from Satoru's breath on your face.

"This dress for me, pretty?"

"Sa- Toru.... " Your eyes catch his. Satoru thinks he can just faint at the sight of your glossy eyes peering up at him, mascara elongated lashes fluttering cutesy, lips forming a pout. At least now, he is reassured that his dick can, in fact, work properly, considering he was having doubts about how emotionless he was with the blonde chick hitting on him downstairs. You sigh, carefully plucked eyebrows scrunching in a way that makes Satoru's dick throb. Your hands wrap around his neck, your forehead leaning on his. Gojo is sure you can feel his heartbeat (and penis) underneath his clothing.

"Toru....why- Why are you doing this?" You almost whisper, catching him off guard.

"You're - you're driving me..... crazy...." Your hand reaching down his chest to trace invisible circles on his velvety shirt. You really don't have the slightest idea what you're doing to him. Your fresh set of manicured nails scratching his overgrown undercut sends him spiraling. His breath is uneven, his lips parted, and his pupils dilated as he gulps.

"I drive you c-crazy pretty girl?"

You hum in response, your brain too foggy to come up with an actual response.

"Soo' young too...what- *hic* ar'they feeding you these' days..."

Satoru's breath hitches as your arm drops lower and curls around his bicep. You whistle lowly at the absolute density of it, your hand far too small to actually curl around it whole. Gojo had already established how tiny you looked compared to him; his daydreaming about you worsening as the days pass by. Thoughts about bending you over that ridiculous crammed desk you keep at the university's workshop filling his head anytime you would appear with a skirt in front of him; bending over just slightly so you can explain the changes in your designs. Inappropriate thoughts entering his mind when he sees you taking drags off of your cigarettes, your lipstick staining the base of the filter of it; making him wonder what else that pretty lipstick of yours can stain.

"It matters that much that I'm younger than you?"

"*hic* Well, s' not just that..."

"Well what is it then? That you used to watch over me?"

"You..."

"What?"

Satoru can't help himself as he leans down to peck your cheek. Your reaction is priceless as he holds you close; left arm strong around your waist and right caressing your face. He holds your chin with the crevice between his thumb and index finger, his long fingers curling around your cheek.

You huff out as your face warms up, your eyes fluttering. For the first time, Satoru notices.

"What is stopping you?"

He murmurs against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise along your entire body. You're about to answer; admit that you have no idea what is actually stopping you. Admit that you are both adults now, and while three years seemed like a major difference back when you were in high school, it basically means nothing now. Gojo has proved how he is more than mature, so what is stopping you from being with an incredibly attractive man who was also attracted to you? And you really are about to respond to him-

But no worries! The alcohol in your system decided for you, making you black out before you even got a word in. The last thing you hear is curse words, no doubt coming from Satoru.

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The next morning, you wake up with a pounding headache. Groaning into your hand at the natural light emitting from the windows, you pull the lavender smelling covers over your head. Your eyebrows scrunching at the pain, you smack your hand on your bedside table in an attempt to find your morning glasses. Instead of your glasses, though, you find a glass of water with some kind of pills right next to it; aspirin you assume. You make a mental note to thank Yuna for-

Wait.

Yuna has no idea where you keep the medicine. You recall all the times the poor helpless woman was in pain but couldn't find the ibuprofen tabs you kept right on the shelf. But Maki does.

You let your head fall back completely and almost laugh at your stupidity. Maki probably put those out for you. Maki, who the last time you saw her was.... making out. Huh? If she did end up getting laid, wouldn't she go back to her apartment?

You sit up suddenly, with a pop! From your joints as you slowly take off the lavender smelling (aka: not from your washing machine) blanket off of you. You gasp as you glance around the foreign room. Big window on your right that lets the sun in, colors all coming from the same blue pallet keeping the space around you minimal. Posters hand on the walls, most of them from parties that you don't recognize happening around here, and oh!

A bunch of engineering stuff on a marble desk on the corner. Calculators, wrenches, bolts, sketchbooks, and rulers decorate the pretty marble. You keep looking around, trying to find some clue as to who this room belongs to.

Whom.

Your head is ringing at the silent correction, your hand going to clutch at your temple as you try to remember anything from last night. Instead of remembering, though, you are suddenly incredibly aware of the soft cotton that embraces your torso. With a soft gasp, you lift and then drop the blanket off of you and then on you. Apparently, whatever you were doing last night led to your dress being discarded off your body and replaced with a soft (probably pure cotton, my God who can even afford pure cotton these days) white shirt and a cute pair of red pyjama pants. The socks that you were apparently being given were on the floor, and you nod your head at the fact that even piss drunk, you can't sleep with socks on. You groan and rub your hand over your face, getting up finally.

You try to ignore how your makeup from yesterday was wiped off, apparently. What kind of gentleman did you find at a frat party?

You crack open the wooden door, carefully peaking at the outside of the comfy room you were just in. Not having heard anything (or anyone) suspicious moving around, you step outside unto the living room. It's cutesy, you think; the inside of the room you wer3 just in and the outside of it completely contrast. It's painted a variety of nude colors, beige being a consistent base for the living room/ kitchen. The apartment is very comfortable in general; splashes of warm brown here and there and soft red tidying everything up. You walk closer to what appears to be a photograph on the wall, your eyes widening upon seeing a pair of dashing blue eyes smiling in the photo.

Oh no, you did not!!

Panic shoots through you as you look through more photographs. Maybe this guy you apparently spent the night with was a... uh...fan? Of uh... the uh... basketball team! That had to be it! The next photo contains the entire basketball team, obviously a bit younger than now but still as handsome as ever. Maybe you were in the apartment of a uh... guy from the school's newspaper! Maybe somebody from the photographer club, who just wanted a good picture that he obviously would hang up in his... living room? Your thoughts overtaking you cause you to be oblivious to the coffee table behind you, and you trip and fall with a thud!

With your ass on the ground and your hands on your head to somehow make your brain stop hurting, your own groan concealed the sound of the door opening. Still, the vibrations on the floor by the tall and muscular man before you cause your eyes to snap towards him. Satoru comes in with an amused grin on his face, and what you could only assume is breakfast in the plastic bags in his hands. He makes his way towards you, placing the food delicately on the coffee table and discarding his shoes by the entryway (did he throw your dress in the same manner when he was undressing you?) he bends down to you.

"You really are clumsy, huh?"

His fingers gently tug your hand away from your face and interlock his hand with yours. He lifts you off the ground, eyes bright and grin sitting prettily on his face as he takes in your disheveled appearance.

"I brought you some breakfast. I-I didn't know what you liked so-"

"This was a mistake."

You avert your eyes from his as you take in his hurt expression, pulling your hand from his. You can not believe that would be this reckless and actually sleep with Satoru Gojo. I mean my God, what were you thinking? What about morals? What about ethics? What would your fifth grade teacher say if he found out you abandoned your previously set-in-stone morals for a one night stand that couldn't even lead anywhere?

"Um. Wow. I definitely didn't expect that."

Satoru scratches the back of his neck, an awkward chuckle escaping his throat.

"Although, I am not sure what you're referring to-"

"Listen. Satoru. I-"

You huff and puff, trying to make sense of what's happening. Your hands are now on your hips, on your face, in your hair. Anywhere really where you could be given some stability as you pace around.

"Whatever happened last night - it - it can not happen again."

His head tilts to the side as he eye's you in curiosity.

"What? You vomiting on me?"

"WHAT?! OH my God!! You've got to be - No! I don't even!!"

At this point, Satoru is trying to get a hold of you, but you get out of his grasp at the last second. You now seem to be playing a game of tag, with you behind the couch and Satoru leaning in to stop you from panicking.

"Look, it was fine! I mean, we made it back in the house with you only vomiting once! Well, my house, but hey, aren't you glad you get to spend your morning with me?"

You leap towards the center of the living room, with Satoru rounding the couch.

"We- I- we, what we did! Oh- it- it- can't happen again! You hear me!"

"What? What did we even do?"

You pause, Satoru across from you on the other end of the coffee table.

"W-w-well, well we uh, well we, had s-s-sex? Didn't we?"

Satorus eyes go wide, his grin widening as your cheeks turned red.

"And if we did?"

You shriek at the almost 2 meter tall man walking across the table and unto you, but not for the very last second in which you managed to get away and into the kitchen. You grab the first pan you find and point at him with it. Your breath ragged and uneven while Satoru just leaned with his arms crossed on the cabinet. Smirking down at you.

"The idea of you and I potentially having sex makes you this flustered? I mean, I know how hot you think I am -"

"What?!"

"But this? *whistle* whole new level."

You don't back down from his gaze. Instead, you bring the pan up to your eye level, threatingly.

"I'm not flustered. I am - disgusted. My the mere thought."

Satoru grabs the pan from you, and you dart towards the couch once more. His eyes are wide.

"You- disgusted?"

"Uh-huh. And... icky."

"Icky?!"

"And-oh!"

You don't even manage to finish your sentence because the absolute mountain of a man in front of you managed to tackle you unto the couch. You squirm and try to get away, but he pins your wrists above your head. Inappropriate thoughts start swimming your mind, and you need to remind yourself to behave.

"Disgusting, huh?" He whispers in your ear, and the sudden proximity makes you gulp. Satoru could barely keep it together with the sight of you, in his clothes, all comfy and disheveled, coming out from his bed. Wide eyes and red cheeks adoring your features. It was enough to drive a man mad.

He looks angelic as always, you think. Wearing not nearly enough proper attire for the cold of the season, wearing a tight shirt, and some sweats. He had a bandana on his head that pushed his gorgeous locks out of his face. It made you nervous. He made you nervous. Maybe it's about time you acknowledge the small crush-

Nope! Not happening! Instead you decide kneeing him in the nuts was the best way to go.

Satoru groans, his grip on you lightening. You get up hurriedly and watch his movements as he doubles over.

"You! Listen to me, mister!"

Satoru glances at the accusatory finger that is being thrown his way. Your hands exaggerate every word coming out of your mouth in a panicked attempt to make yourself clear.

"I, babysat you! Alright! So, you could grow up to three meters tall for all I care, gain all the muscle in the world, and gain all the knowledge available!"

You huff. Your breath is uneven as you try to sound intimidating.

"Are- Are those, compliments?"

"And I'd still see you as a younger kid!"

Well, that seems to have done some damage. By the way Satoru's expression turns from confused to agitated, you assume.

"I'm not-"

"To me, you are!"

Ready to fight you in that logic, the door opening and revealing Geto stops him. Having picked up dry cleaning (that looks like your dress from last night) He barely is able to walk through the door with that stupid grin on his face.

"Whoa, there, lovebirds. The entire building can hear you - whoa!"

You decide running for the door, grabbing the dry cleaning from Geto's hands and yelling something about paying him back later, is the best call to save your ass.

Gojo groans loudly, standing up and sighing loudly at the mess the entire apartment is in from your little game of tag, and contemplates chasing after you; but decides against it. He raises a hand as to shush Geto, who is about to ask what happened.

"I need to figure out a plan".

You need to see proof that Satoru is grown? Fine. There are other ways.

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a/n: phewww this took a while. I wanted to upload a longer chapter considering midterms are starting in a month, and I haven't even begun studying 😭😭. I hope this didn't seem rushed and that this was an enjoyable read!! Thanks to everyone who seems to like the story!! Happy New Year to everyone ♡

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billveusay · 3 days ago

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Why I love mechas/real robots stories

In 2023, I played Armored Core 4, For Answer, and 6. And I loved them. On top of being incredible games, there was something about them... something that seemed to scratch an itch just right in some part of my brain I never noticed. A few months later, I got into Gundam and apparently loved it enough for it to become my biggest special interest ever. And for a while, I wondered why. I didn't like every gundam show/movie I watched but the ones I liked... seemed engaging beyond their individual quality. Something about them giant robots just works for me. And after giving it some thought, I think I finally nailed why.

Coldest take ever : there's something appealing about works of fiction that get crazy with scale. Larger than life, you could say, whether it's in terms of worldbuilding, action or aesthetics. Galaxy spanning civilizations are cool, huge armies are cool, big monsters are cool, big explosions are cool. However, for me at least, there's a threshold where the scale gets so big it becomes meaningless. This is why I kinda bounced off DBZ and 40k. Through no fault of theirs, mind you (DBZ is awesome and 40k... contains awesome stuff), they just weren't what I was looking for. Because most of the time, what makes stories click for me is immersion, so for the stories that go BIG it often means a human point of view to put the scale in perspective.

Now, this can be done in every genre or medium featuring large-scale setpieces, using their respective tools. For example, many action movies emphasize the size of their setpieces with grounded directing, filming at shoulder height looking up and making the big stuff break frame. However it's also baked in the very core of several genres. For example, it's a building block of Lovecraftian horror.

But not only is this contrast between human-sized and big as balls a large part of real robot stories, they also let the human-sized humans bust some big-ass balls. You can have fight scenes on par with Avengers or DBZ but inside the 20 meters tall death machine, there are relatable squishy dudes, which is an immediate +5 in investment for me.

However, this specific kind of appeal is a hard balance to strike. Super robot animes and superhero stories with giant piloted robots often don't have that tangible feel. But there are also pieces of media that lean harder on the "realism" aspect, and those tend not to work as well for me, because they don't give off the same sense of awe at seeing something incredible from a grounded POV. Real robot at its best is a bridge between immersive storytelling through human eyes and wild, massive concepts, setpieces and action. It also provides nice theming if your story is about humans being small in the face of overwhelming forces beyond their control, like war or capitalism. Funny how often that happens.

In Armored Core 6, the titular mechs are 10 meters tall, and they're mostly used to showcase how everything is even more bloody gigantic. There's a robot worm that's 1,5 km long, a walking mining ship boss that's 5 km long and 1 km tall, and if you're not familiar with it, just google "armored core vascular plant". In most games, this would probably pull me out of the story, but somehow it works here. Because despite only interacting with them through radio comms, the characters feel very believably human. With human feelings, motivations and relationships. Also, they did a great job making all the technology look and feel grounded, which helps the immersion. So er... yeah. Can you tell me if that made sense ? Or if I was just pointing out the obvious, because I genuinely can't tell. In any case, thanks for humoring me in this longexplanation of why I didn't watch Gurren Lagann. Cheers!

#robots #real robot #gundam #mobile suit gundam #armored core #armored core 6 #writing #random thoughts

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celestialmantdonna · 1 day ago

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The Guardians were stuck in the middle of a war, in a place they had never been in, and accidentally uncovering a whole conspiracy against the royal family with extremely volatile social and political ramifications.

In other words, it was just another Tuesday for the Guardians of the Galaxy.

While King Raminas, Basch, Soryn, Caelen and Munoh planned Dalmasca's next move in the throne room, Groot was happily sitting on Reks' shoulder outside, after Drax had placed him there at his request.

Groot blinked wide-eyed as Reks let him pet the lizard. He beamed, reaching out to carefully pet the small creature. The lizards were so cute!

"I am Groot!"

"He says thank you," Drax translated.

"I am Groot!"

"Now he says the lizards are wonderful."

"I am Groot."

"He says his name is Groot. My name is Drax." The Kylosian remembered Reks' face, as he had seen him right after their arrival, but he didn't remember his name.

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"So what are you working on, anyway?" Quilll asked. He had been desperately trying to contact Kraglin and Nebula to no avail. "I thought you wanted to fix the ship."

"That's none of your business."

"Uh, I'm your Captain."

Rocket looked up from the green device he was working on, glaring.

"So?"

"So yeah, it's my business to know what you're doin'. It's part of my, uh... duty. As Captain."

"Are ya tryin' to tell me that Star-Lord, 'legendary outlaw', is dutiful now? Heh, what's next? Water burning?" Rocket chuckled. "Oh, wait, don't answer that, I know what's next. Us fightin' for the place where our friend survived a fuckin' assassination attempt!" He then pointed a tool at Quill menacingly. "You say a lotta nonsense, Quill, but ya really outdid yourself there, pal."

"Look, man... I'm pissed off too, alright? Mantis is... My father stole–"

"Stole her from her planet and family when she was a kid. Raised her as a servant. Used her for her powers 'cause he could create stuff from scratch but he couldn't control his damn emotions. I know. Drax told us the story, like eighteen times. It's a Kylosian thing."

"I guess... I know this sounds stupid–"

"Everythin' ya say sounds stupid, Quill," Rocket remarked with a smirk.

"Can you let me finish the damn sentence?!" Quill demanded and heaved a sigh before looking away. "I'm trying to say that... Ego... he raised her. So I see her as... a sister figure, kind of."

Rocket glanced at Quill again. He didn't stop working, but he did slow down.

"Y'know, you should say that to her," he said, his voice a bit softer, encouraging even.

"No, dude! I can't do that." Quill shoved his hands in the pockets of his trench coat.

"Why not?"

"Because Ego's gone. She doesn't have to put up with his bullshit anymore. If I tell her I see her as a sister, I don't... I don't know, it would be like saying she should see Ego as her father. He stole her from her parents, dude. I can't just... ask that from her, she doesn't deserve to see that lunatic as her father."

Rocket shrugged. These conversations made him uncomfortable. Sarcasm, snark and sardonicism were much safer options.

"Eh, whatever. But since ya asked, this," he pointed to the green device he was building, "is for Mantis. We don't know how many people are willing to try and get her killed, and I don't wanna find out. This will amplify her powers, since it's gonna take me a while to fix the ship, it was a pretty messy landing. This is faster." And keeping his friends safe was more important than getting out of there, Rocket thought, but he did not say it.

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As Mantis and Gamora returned to the Guardians' room to wait for the maids, the empath thought of something.

"Gamora," she said. "I think it'd b-be best if you go to the throne room. You should tell them about what Vossler said to us."

"No." Gamora's reply was firm. "I am not leaving you alone. Not after what happened."

"You heard what he said. No one else was involved in the attempt on my life. I am safe, but... the King and Prince aren't." A flicker of concern crossed her face. Mantis could feel the weight of everything setting upon her shoulders. It had been a long day, but she couldn't let herself grow tired. Not when there was a pregnant maid in need of reassurance. "Please, Gamora... I will be fine. You need to tell them what we know."

Gamora exhaled through her nose and nodded, hands on her hips. "Very well," she said. "But only if you promise me you won't leave our room."

"I promise." Mantis nodded, and she returned to the room feeling surprisingly unafraid.

Mantis waited patiently for the maids to arrive. Once they did, she allowed them to help her put on a traditional Dalmascan garment, a long, simple yet nice dress. She liked the green details of it – Mantis loved dresses. When she was almost done, she thanked the maids and said they could leave, except for one of them who could stay and help her tie the ribboon around her waist and behind her back. Mantis had felt the life growing inside the young woman, and she didn't know whether the other maids knew or not, so she chose to be silent.

Once she was alone with the woman, the empath stayed still as the other helped her with the ribboon. When it was done, she turned around and smiled gently.

"Thank you. You are very kind." She wrung her hands to refrain from passively gleaning things from her. "Could you please stay for a moment? I would like to speak with you. I am Mantis. What's your name?"

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Gamora returned to the throne room where she and the Guardians stood immediately after their arrival, explaining what Vossler said after Soryn and Munoh left the dungeons. She expected to find Basch and Soryn there, but since they were gone, she spoke directly to Raminas and Caelen. After all, they were the target of the next assassination attempt. Gamora didn't know what the Archadian Empire was capable of, but she knew what war could do.

She told them that the guardsmen wouldn't betray the Crown. That they weren't a danger to anyone in Dalmasca, especially to the King, Prince and Princess.

"The guard who made the attempt on my teammate's life was lied to by sir Azelas," Gamora added. "He made false claims. Said she was planning to assassinate Your Majesty, and the guard trusted him. Of course, that was a lie. He was so threatened by my teammate's abilities he wanted her gone, but no one else was involved. He reckons he... went too far with over twenty women. The exact number is not known."

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@tarnishedxknight continued from here

The Guardians stood there, letting Captain Basch formally introduce them to King Raminas. They all then bowed respectfully except for Rocket, who only did so because Gamora pushed his head down. They trusted Basch for the most part, as he assured them no one would hurt them after telling them to leave their weapons at the ship. Quill and Gamora were the first ones to leave theirs; Drax didn't want to leave his knives, but did so after Mantis looked at him, while Rocket pulled a comical amount of retractable weapons from his pockets.

As they followed Basch, Mantis had stayed behind for a moment to approach Vossler. She felt much better after Munoh sent her some calm energy, and she smirked at the man. Suddenly, her hand was on his cheek, her antennae aglow. "Whenever you open your mouth to say something unkind, you will wail like a baby. Honestly, it might be more coherent than anything else you have said," she whispered. She patted his cheek twice as if to seal her whimsical behest, and hurried to follow the Guardians as Basch guided them through the palace of Rabanastre.

Quill straightened and cleared his throat to speak to the King. Mantis took his hand; Quill was a little confused, but he allowed it since he knew she wasn't feeling great.

"Your Majesty," he said, once again lowering his voice in an attempt to mirror Basch's formal tone and presence, hoping it would make the King like him more. "We come in peace. We thank you for your time, and we apologize for occupying one of your docks. I think I have–" He stopped talking rather suddenly, and swallowed. "Uh... I think... I have..."

What was happening was that Mantis was frantically reading his thoughts as he spoke, using her powers to interrupt him because he was going to say he had the perfect stuff to make up for it, wanting to show the King some Terran music with the Zune. While Terran music was excellent, Mantis knew not everyone would like it, nor find it an acceptable form of apology.

"I have no excuse," Quill said instead. "And I have to... shut up... now."

#tarnishedxknight #guest muse: groot #guest muse: drax #guest muse: peter quill #guest muse: rocket #guest muse: gamora #[ v: another time another place a hollow universe in space ]#tw abuse mention #tw pregnancy

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trlblzd · 3 months ago

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found these again and laughed my ass off

#thinking is not in their job description!!!!!!#dan heng having a credit card is also the funniest thing ever to me idk why #never thought that dude would have something like that #my name is not rei btw i just like it sounds #out. / night time bliss.

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kori-senpai · 2 months ago

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New Leokumi content in the lords year of 2024?? It's more likely than you think! (x)

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spaciebabie · 11 months ago

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would smash leshy

#spacie spoinks #was only a matter of time not sorry #i thought leshy was a girl at first and b/c of that was very attractive 2 me #i found out leshy was a boy and was like ''aww :('' and the emotions fizzled out but now they're back again #leshy.....hmmm #i want 2 have a one night stand w/him and have it be the best night of my life. never 2 be replicated again.#we go our separate ways and never talk again #where was that one anon that was like: oh so you're favorite characters are yellow or green or something #leshyyyyy #i wanna squish him #i would do crazy things 2 leshy dude #man. why would bamsara do this 2 me #constant intriguing ship posting and now i wanna bang a leaf monster . okay.#so stupid #my life is already ruined w/springtrap I DONT NEED ANOTEHR GREEN MAN IN MY SKULL!!!!!!!!!#houuugh springtrap.....man....im thinking about him again...........#euaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahghgggg #fuuuuck man #two of them. in the microwave that is my mind #going round and round #they're both awful #anf very. sexy.#UGH!! WHATEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

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aikoiya · 2 days ago

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Thank you & same! May your New Year be reflective & hopeful! It was a good Christmas! My gosh, there were so many yummy desserts over the Christmas season, too! I think I had just about the best cake ever at my family's Christmas get-together. It was a Texas sheet cake & it was the chocolatiest, most moist cake I've ever had! But, when I asked after the recipe, my aunt just said, “It was so much trouble, though.” She doesn't realize it, but she may have just made a big mistake, because I'll GET that recipe, with God as my witness!!

Now, it wasn't the most elegant of cakes, but where it failed in appearance, it made up for in taste!

Right? The doors being closed also allows me to keep my own version of events & not need to change any actual in-game events in order for it to work! Though, if anything, I'd say that it allows there to be a degree of tragedy if there were 2 Zeldas. Like, think about that, Sun went through so much, had to give up so much, but this version of her doesn't get to have her happy ending like she wanted. And, she can't go back to the future because what was even there for her?

I will say that I never really saw Hylia as the Goddess of Time as she was always associated with the color blue, while Hylia has always been more white, lilac, & yellow to me. And the only reason that Zelda is ever associated with blue is because of the Triforce of Wisdom & its association with Nayru, whose color is blue. Because of this, I just have this tendency to associate Nayru with time, which is easy because of Oracle of Ages, where Nayru's harp & songs allowed Link to travel through time.

Not that I don’t think that Hylia wouldn’t have some degree of time powers, just not as strong of powers as Nayru. But that's just me.

Well, yes. Though, that was never my argument. Just that I prefer that the moment Ghirahim arrived in the past with Zelda was the moment that the timeline split.

True. It would be nice to get an actual explanation, but then, I never really expected to get one to begin with.

And, thank you! I feel like it'd be a great way to troll the gamers! 😆

SAME!! I would've loved examining everything with him to get his opinions on things, possibly even marveling at how the natives of the lands had developed over the millennia. Also, I absolutely stan a Rauru who loves his wife & makes dad puns! Like, there's a reason why having companions worked, Nintendo!

Hey, dude. I’d definitely love to see your ideas for the Lon Mom. Though, I’ve recently been thinking about giving them an actual surname of Lonsen or something with a family tradition of christening their children names with “lon” in them so that they always have the “Lon Lon.”

Makes sense, though to be fair, ordinary humans can also live to 100. It’s just super rare.

Thank you so much! 😁 I put a lot of thought into this sort of thing. I'll say that I'm a bit upset over there not having been a Goponga or Shadow Hamlet dish among the new AoC recipes. 😡

Right?! Rotana was practically made to be a Survey Member! Though, I just recently had a pretty simple idea for how the Rito could get up to the Skylands. Do you remember the Roc’s Feather or Roc’s Cape? I wonder what they would do for a Rito. Like, they can already fly just fine, so you'd assume that it'd be fairly useless to them. But what if it'd do more than you'd expect? Like, if a Roc's Cape can give an earthbound Link enough lift to jump high & then “glide” a very short distance, imagine what it could do for a person already built to fly.

Of course, the issue would be locating one…

But, yes! I wish for the same! Like, come on! I wanna see more Survey Members of all races pitching in! Being a nerd isn't something that only Hylians can be!

I suppose it makes sense to have it stored in the Slate as it would be a decent way to explain his inventory disappearing.

Ooo! That certainly works! I like that!

YES!! I LOVE THIS TOWER DEFENSE IDEA!! Also, would this mean Sheikah Warriors would be the assassins?? Oh! That’d be so cool! Personally, I’ve been wanting a threequel Wild game that would be more focused on sea travel with the intent of rebuilding ties with foreign nations where the sea travel would sort of take cues from Assassin’s Creed: Black Flag & the boat sections of Assassin’s Creed 3! It would've been an interesting way to revisit the sea travel concept. Possibly giving us a bit of a glimpse outside of Hyrule. Though, I think another part of it would be just updating their maps too.

Hey, man. You have as valid of a concept as mine.

Oh, good gravy! Just the smell of beer makes my nose scrunch. Whenever I so much as think of beer, the thing my mind immediately thinks of is just REALLY dehydrated & acidic horse urine. It STINKS!! Ugh!

Cool. Yeah, I thought it was redundant, too. I think I'll keep its official name as Raisins de Marée, but maybe have its more colloquial name be Raizins-de-Marée & another be Raisins de Baie & so on. Just an alternate name. Like how fireflies are also called lightning bugs or how crayfish are also called freshwater lobsters, crawdads, mudbugs, ditchbugs, mountain lobsters, & yabbies.

Regarding the use of brasserie, I definitely like the folk vibe, but more of a classy seaside folk vibe that integrates the preexisting architecture of the old Sea Zora Village. Either way, I'm definitely thinking to stick with either brasserie or Bar à vin or Bar à dégustation or Vin à dégustation.

I suppose what I'm looking for are terms to encapsulate the fact that it's a place where they serve only their own wine made on premises as well as inexpensive, yet delicious food that very specifically pairs well with that wine. As the point of it will be focused around the wine & the way that said wine interacts with certain foods.

Though, I'm also thinking about turning the cave where the little kid liked to hide on the right side of the bay into something of a tasting cellar where patrons can go to taste new products.

Thank you! It's one of my favorite parts of worldbuilding! I feel like by taking time to focus on things like flora, fauna, cuisine, language, local folklore, the relationships between nearby cultures, all of that, the world feels more immersive. Though, if you ever need help regarding that aspect of things, you know where I am! 😁

@aikoiya The post was getting too long so I’m replying here, hope that’s okay! If anyone is looking for the beginning of this discussion, it's here.

Your extended pantheon is amazing! I just knew that Gàlondo would end up being Demise haha. I'd say I prefer not to associate Demise with any race in particular (and the Gerudo already have quite a heavy burden with Ganondorf), but otherwise I like that backstory you came up with. So what's Hylia's role in your version then if he’s the guardian of the Triforce? I'm curious ^^

I'd say my reasoning isn't so much "I hate this" but rather "this doesn't make sense/contradicts something else" or "previous games did this better". I also want to show that it's still possible to create stories without ignoring everything that was established previously because to me this idea that the timeline is too restrictive doesn't stand. In fact I tend to believe being a bit restricted and working inside a frame can trigger more creativity (after all they did wild stuff like flooding Hyrule before and it fits perfectly in the timeline). I also would prefer to see the existing lore extended or clarified instead of them adding new confusing stuff and leaving it extremely vague.

Oh I LOVE your Outset Timeline!! Though the ending is indeed very bittersweet. It always makes me so happy when someone else points out the inconsistencies in Skyward Sword's story. That's exactly my reasoning for my fourth timeline, it exists because of Ghirahim and Link's victory over Demise in the distant past. Though you are right, adding a timeline split while keeping the Master Sword in the official timeline requires some gymnastics! At the moment I'm going with a lazy theory about the Sealed Temple being the future Temple of Time, so the Temple's magic somehow allows the Master Sword to exist in both timelines (I said it was lazy haha). Impa’s bracelet is another story though. In my timeline the Goddess Sword is also left untouched in Skyloft because Skyward Sword doesn't happen, which could be useful in case someone accidentally broke the actual Master Sword 😁 It's very intriguing to me that Sky left the sword in the past when he had no reason to (and it shouldn't even be possible since it's in the exact same spot as Zelda's crystal). It's probably just a mistake on Nintendo's part but I like to think there could be something else there, and that Fi had a reason to stay in the past.

About the DLC items the thing is that most sets are found in the Depths in random Zonai chests if I remember correctly, or in the coliseums, and there was no explanation as to how they got there. In Misko's little shrines we find the Fierce Deity set and the LA set, but also the barbarian armor, the shock-resistant outfit and the climbing gear. I can understand building shrines for the Fierce Deity or LA Link following what you said, but then for three random armor sets? Not to mention that Link already owned them in BotW, so making us look for them a second time was kind of a joke. I like this shintai/yorishiro idea, but I think it would work a lot better if there were only a few items to collect and not… the outfits of all the Links ever INCLUDING WILD'S (how!!). It feels really meaningless and more like a catalogue for you to choose from so you can look like your favorite Link (which is a bit insulting to Wild, you can just replace him at this point and go as far as changing his hair or even his entire appearance with the LA set). I also didn't really believe they were the actual items from past games, it made no sense (the same way Link wouldn't actually wear a red Nintendo Switch t-shirt or something from Xenoblade). It just really felt like fanservice.

The dictionary thing might help, but I think the story should be explicit enough on its own and I don't really want to study Buddhism/Shintoism in depth so that I can play Zelda games and understand what's happening haha. I mean of course it's fine if knowing a bit about it adds new context and all, but if you can't understand things like malice vs. gloom without it then I think it's a bit of a problem. Speaking of Fujibayashi I feel like this wasn't really an issue before he was in charge.

Yes the French translation for Demise is very misleading, that's another problem: depending on your language things are sometimes interpreted very differently.

I really like the English names for the three dragons, I think they're so much better than what we got in French. Nedrac, Ordrac and Rhordrac, really?? At first I didn't even understand the link with the Goddesses, and then the last two sound way too similar. Btw I remember from my very basic Japanese courses that it's common in Japanese to create new words by mixing a few syllables of other words together. For example "rimokon" means remote controller (remo + con), or there's the well known Pokemon = pocket monsters. So naturally we end up with stuff like Ordinn + dragon etc.

I thought as well about the dragons going by names given to them by mortals instead of their true names. The thing is, I don't really want to create new names because I'm already changing so many things and my timeline stuff can be a bit complicated, so I need to keep at least a few things familiar. And I really like Dinraal, Farosh and Naydra :D

I agree about Farore being more associated to wind and plants than thunder (I mean she's kind of Link's patron goddess and he has nothing to do with thunder). What's even more confusing in BotW/TotK is that the Gerudo are now also related to thunder for some reason, but they're definitely more Din than Farore in my mind.

Maybe I should give you some context about my dragons haha. The beginning of my story is quite similar to TotK, though I still made some changes. Ganondorf completely destroys the Master Sword, Link looses his arm (except here Rauru isn't there to replace it), and Zelda still travels through time (but not because of a Secret Stone since I got rid of everything Zonai). She arrives in ancient Hyrule one century after Sky killed Demise (because this is set in my alternate timeline), and she's stuck there so she needs to find a way back home. Before that she learns a lot about SS, the Triforce, the timeline split and Hyrule's past. After meeting various characters and most importantly Sonia (who's still a priestess, the Sage of Time and her ancestor), Zelda learns that this era has two Master Swords: the one left by Sky in the Sealed Temple, and the Goddess Sword that is still somewhere above the clouds. She understands then that she needs to retrieve the Goddess Sword in Skyloft and forge a second Master Sword in order to help her Link in the future, and to do so she needs the three Sacred Flames. Where are the flames? The dragons "swallowed" them since they weren't needed anymore after Sky left his own Master Sword, which turned them into the giant immortal dragons we see in BotW/TotK. So that's Zelda's quest: find a way to go to Skyloft and then get the dragons to lend her their power. Along the way she'll also meet the ancient Sages, who can help her return to her own time by using the Triforce (but of course this won't work because of Ganondorf, and Link will have to fight him in the present and bring her back himself).

I'm trying to make this both a story I could adapt in comic form and something that could work as a game. The idea is that Zelda's memories would be playable sequences with places to explore, fights and maybe even mini-dungeons and bosses. And of course there's an entire story for Link as well. At the moment I'm trying to come up with interesting arcs and quests for each race/Sage, both in the past and the present.

Anyway, that's why I'm so focused on the dragons. Zelda (and Link) will need their help and they will talk this time. And since they will remember being apointed by Hylia and they're supposed to absorb their respective sacred flames, I need things to make sense. This is also a timeline without climate change in Lanayru (here it's the same province as in BotW with the addition of Mount Lanayru and a good part of central Hyrule), so the thunder dragon has no business being up there. That's why the swap would make sense.

No need to apologise! I appreciate your perspective and that you're interested enough to share your own ideas! :D

I agree on Zelda's magic being her own and what you said makes sense! Love the part about her only thinking about how she's a failure (though I guess it's only natural if she's been trying for 10 years without result). I don't know if she would have had the same reaction had she witnessed her father's death though. AoC isn't canon but Zelda doesn't unlock her power when Rhoam "dies" in front of her and Link forces her to run. The memory where's she's crying in Link's arms in BotW also shows that she knows everyone is dead, it's even possible that she saw some of it happen (maybe in the same way as AoC for Rhoam, or they saw what happened to the Divine Beasts from afar). I guess they must also have seen some terrible things on the roads, so she could have unlocked her power trying to save her people. But it only happened when Link was about to die.

Haha yes, I'm probably one of the most obsessed Zelink shipper there is and even I can't stand that power of love trope. It really has no place in a LoZ game. In my headcanon Zelda wouldn't access her power only because of her love for Link, though it definitely helps, but rather because the Hero dying is kind of an emergency situation and would trigger her divine magic even if the necessary conditions were not met. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone but me though 😆

Yeah I'm okay with the women of the royal family having some sort of power though not as powerful as Zelda. I think some part of it could also be attributed to their Sage of Time abilities. And the gift of prophecy being inherited from Sky is such a cute idea!!

I don't know about Terrako, I only remember that Zelda built it when she was just a child?

I'd send you an ask to rant about TotK but I'm not sure about the character limit and I fear it would just turn into a second wall of text haha! Here are some thoughts:

– I could live with new lore that contradicts older games, if only things made sense and were sufficiently fleshed out. Then I could just enjoy the story and accept that this is a different continuity. But here everything is so vague and sometimes even confusing. Like if we're going to meet the Zonai and make them such central figures in Hyrule's history, then I want to know more about them and learn about their culture. What's the point if we're only going to see two of them and have no clue about how they created all that technology, mined the Depth, lived with the Hylians, and then disappeared? Same for ancient Hyrule: if the different tribes were at war, I want to see it, and I want to learn more about them. Ganondorf also had so much potential for an interesting backstory. What kind of king is he? How did the Gerudo feel about him becoming the Demon King? What about the Gerudo Sage? And so on. It feels like this could be so much more.

– Other things I would love to see explained: where is the Master Sword in ancient Hyrule and why does no one seem to know anything about it or the Hero? How does it travel through time to reach Zelda? What about Rauru and Sonia's descendants? Also what was the point of the fake Zelda, and why did Ganondorf stay in his bathtub the entire game instead of rehydrating himself right away and getting stuff done? There's also everything I said about the secret stones the other day, but I know you don't see it as a problem ^^ (Also I just rewatched the memories and I had completely forgotten what Rauru tells Zelda in front of Sonia's grave: "Remember, that was a future where you never appeared in this world". So does this mean this is a new timeline that kind of retcons BotW? If not then where did all the Sheikah tech go and how were the shrines replaced by the Zonai ones? I really need an explanation for all of that!!)

– The game also barely mentions what happened in BotW, except for the history class about the Calamity in Hateno, the statues in Zora's Domain, and the memorials left by Zelda to honor the dead. I wanted to see Hyrule starting to rebuild and to get some sort of follow-up on the story. Did Link regain all his memories? Was Zelda planning to take the throne? Does she have some sort of trauma after her century-long battle against Ganon at Hyrule Castle? Why does she react to Ganondorf's name, but doesn't link him to Calamity Ganon? Why did the Sheikah tech that was so central in BotW disappear, especially the Divine Beasts? I care about this world and its characters, I want it to feel like a real place and to see it evolve. But then stuff like this really reminds you that this is just a video game world, and that Nintendo doesn't really seem to care. And if things can be retconned any moment even in a direct sequel, then… why should I feel invested?

– There was a real waste of potential with the Light Dragon and Zelda just transforming back thanks to Rauru and Sonia (btw couldn't they have helped if they could appear anytime and still had that kind of power?). I find it so disappointing that Link doesn't have to do anything to help Zelda, it almost happens by accident. Mineru also said it was irreversible, but in the end it's no big deal (they shouldn't establish something and then ignore it like that). If only Link had to use the Triforce or something. I didn't want Zelda to stay a dragon but sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been a better ending.

– It also really doesn't help that Link feels so disconnected from the main story. In BotW he was also experimenting the story through flashbacks but at least they were his own memories and they fleshed out his relationship with Zelda and the other Champions. Here Zelda is the one experimenting the best part of the story, and to make it worse you can find the memories in any order and get badly spoiled. It could have been so cool if Link also time traveled at some point and could explore ancient Hyrule (and they could have done something crazy like Link and Zelda being the ones to seal Ganondorf in the past, which would lead to his transformation into Calamity Ganon). Link is also so expressionless (except when cooking and all) that I find it hard to care when he doesn't seem to. Imagine how different Zelda sealing herself would feel in Skyward Sword if Sky didn't act so distraught. In the same way TotK would hit a lot harder if Link did stuff like falling to his knees after seeing Zelda's last memory.

– I also think that the hands/cooperation theme the devs talked about in interviews is a bit weak and cliché (with characters reminding Link and Rauru that they don't have to do things alone and that they're stronger together, stuff like that). First I don't find it very interesting compared to what games such as OoT, MM or Wind Waker did, and then Link being able to fight Ganondorf alone from the start kind of throws it out the window (and Rauru also ends up sealing Ganondorf on his own). The Sages are not even with Link outside of the dungeons, they just create creepy copies of themselves (and I found them so annoying I never activated them, except for Tulin when flying). But yeah sure they shake hands and vow to help Link. I still think him being accompanied by the Champion's spirits in BotW worked a lot better, and their powers were also more useful. I guess seeing everyone working together to rebuild Hyrule would have made that theme more meaningful. The thing I really liked about this though was Link finally catching Zelda in the end after failing at the beginning of the game, that was a really beautiful scene.

– Also I said it above but I don’t want everything to be explained by Buddhism/Shintoism parallels, especially if the game just expects you to get it without providing context. Let Hyrule be it’s own thing.

So I know this isn't only about lore, but these are the main reasons why I'm not very interested in TotK. To sum up I'd say that the game lacks some kind of depth and has a lot of wasted potential, and it also makes it clear that it's pointless to care about continuity. BotW Hyrule was interesting and I think a lot of things could have been done about existing races instead of adding a new one but not bothering to do much with it. Just bringing Ganondorf back in this version of Hyrule and see how the Gerudo react to him could be so interesting!! Some concepts were also excellent but didn't really go anywhere, like the Depths and the Sky Islands.

Honestly I haven't thought about all these side quests and minor characters yet, I'm still trying to sort things out with the main story ^^ But I don't think I'll touch the ones you mentioned, they were fine. I liked the thing with the Eighth Heroine as well, I've seen a lot of people complaining about it but it's one of the only things in the game I actually found interesting. I just can't unsee the parallel with Link and the Seven Sages (of course).

What I'll be doing for sure is making some of the quests and events more serious, I'm kind of aiming for a darker tone. Most of the quests are quite fun (especially the "potential princess sightings" ones), but I feel like this game really lacks some sense of danger and urgency. For example couldn't the people in Hateno have more pressing problems than making cheese or choosing between Cece and Reede? Or was it really a good idea to make lighthearted little quests about misanderstandings with Zelda when her disappearance should be driving Link mad? (I should have included that in my little rant above haha)

I'd also love to make the pirates in Lurelin something more interesting than just a bunch of Bokoblins, but I'm not there yet. And rebuilding the exact same village was kind of meh.

About the Gerudo questioning their traditions, I'm actually planning for my Ganondorf to be a lot more active and go to Gerudo Town in order to meet his people (I want him to care about them, so he wouldn't attack them the same way he targets the others). I don't have all the details yet but I'm pretty sure there will be a conflict between Riju's supporters and other Gerudo who believe he's their rightful ruler (at first they wouldn't know he's actually that one king who turned into Calamity Ganon). So that's another tradition for them to question.

The consequences of Ganondorf being the only Gerudo male are something I've been wondering about as well. Add to that the fact that he's raised to be king because he's male (and maybe even kind of worshiped by his people) and you get something that can turn nasty real quick. Though I also wonder if Gerudo aren't different from Hylians. You said you hc that the Gerudo are only women because they were cursed so it makes sense that you would view it this way, but on my part I believe that's just how they were created. For that reason I think this is natural for them, so it's possible that it doesn't cause exactly the same problems it would for us or for Hylians.

About Demise, yes of course Ganondorf is more than just Demise's hatred. But in this game it doesn't seem to matter, he kind of turns into a second Demise as soon as he gets his secret stone and his motivations instantly go from conquering/ruling to destroying everything and everyone. They could have done something a lot more nuanced or at least shown a more gradual transition, with him being more and more consumed by his hatred and loosing control for example. I don't know, anything that would look less like a comically caricatural villain riding a demon unicorn.

Also about Demise's curse, I always thought it sounded more like a warning than an actual curse, and I remember reading somewhere that this was the intention in the original Japanese text. In French Demise even says something like "you must never forget, history will repeat itself" instead of "I will rise again", and he and speaks of the curse of the demon tribe (implying that it existed before). Even in English it doesn't sound like Demise himself is casting a curse: "Those like you… Those who share the blood of the Goddess and the spirit of the Hero… They are eternally bound to this curse". He doesn't say "I curse you" or "I bound you to this curse". I feel like this makes a difference (the curse already exists). This is why I interpret it as him basically saying that evil will not die with him and that Link and Zelda/the Hylians as a whole will always have to fight the demon tribe, but not necessarily his reincarnation. So I don't even believe that Demise himself is influencing Ganondorf in any way.

About the Zonai Zelda explains she studied them at the beginning of TotK and recognizes what's depicted on the murals, so it seems strange that sky beings could get mixed with a tribe of barbarians living in the woods. But yeah history getting lost and mixed is the only explanation for this.

Oh you're completely right about the Mogma, I got the same vibe from them! And a Mogma mafia sounds hilarious ^^ I love the Rocktato, Link would definitely eat something like that 😆

I need to take some time to read through your master list, it all looks very promising!

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