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Arent you that guy that burnt their grilled cheese?
So sad
Next time add some BUTTER to that PAN you FUCKING SAVAGE
Thank you, stranger, for helping me learn more about myself
#getting called guy as a trans woman DOES really suck who woulda thought#also#Iâm saying this as nicely as I can since I donât think you had purposefully bad intentions here#we are not friends and you do not know me#I was like let me laugh at myself real quick about the time I was drunkenly making egg on toast in the pan and I was so worried about the#egg when I flipped the bread it was terribly burnt on that one side#notably only that one side I took a picture of#bc I was hammered and talking to a friend the whole time#and just. chances are when something is every day getting closer to 100k notes Iâve already been dunked on enough no?#like do yâall genuinely think youâre above making notable mistakes like that?#because youâre not#and I really wish people wouldnât act like Iâm some sort of invalid because I had#emphasis on the past tense#the good nature to laugh about#my damn fuckup
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Magnum Opus (Prologue)
When an MIT prodigy on their gap year is contacted by the FBI regarding potential involvement in a series of murders in Washington D.C., she must now cooperate to uncover how paintings are mysteriously appearing at the crime scenes. (Written with Season 1-4 Spencer in mind, but the timeline could be anywhere pre-season 12. No mentions of past cases)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Artist! reader|cw: Canon-typical violence|word count: 700 words
Notes: I made up a bunch of chemicals and their chemical properties up so shhhh!! Also, I'm not American, I have no contextual understanding of the distance of one place to another. The US is large enough.
Also on Ao3!!
Series Masterlist
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"Muses are the silent artists of our souls, whispering inspiration into the canvas of our thoughts, painting the colors of creativity with the brushstrokes of imagination." - Author Unknown.
âSeven months ago, one freelance architect named James Carter aged 42 was murdered in his own home in Newton Massachusetts. The victim was posed like the painting placed at the foot of his own couch. All forms of ID on him were missing.âÂ
JJ made her way from the map inside the meeting room to the screen to present pictures of the crime scene. All other agents made their way inside, with Garcia jotting down notes, as they listened and took their respective places.
âFour months after that, indie artist Daniel Lopez, aged 25, was also found dead in her apartment with another painting and missing ID. Posed just like the girl in it too. Autopsy revealed similar entry and exit wounds through the chest.âÂ
Images of the victimsâ wounds that have already been cleaned up were exposed to the camera. Wounds that couldâve been missed if investigations werenât conducted made themselves notable as Emily and Spencer opened up their files.
âBallistics?âÂ
JJ shook her head at Morgan's question. âNo bullets were found.â
âThe unsub probably killed them somewhere secluded, then placed them back in their home.â Emily looked to Spencer, only to see him already getting up towards the screen.
âLook at the way theyâre dressed. Clothes fitted like that arenât meant to be worn without the intention of meeting someone.â Spencer motioned to their clothes. âThey didnât intend to go just anywhere looking like that.â
âYeah, well neither did this man.â JJ then presented a picture of another victim, another male, another painting, posed in another home. She then turned to redress the rest of the team. âFound yesterday with similar signatures. The only difference is that he was actually staged in a vacant apartment. Everything in there was left by the previous owners. Still no ID on him.â
The resident team genius furrowed his eyebrows at the information, turning to see what the others thought. âKills both males and femalesâŠâ
âVictims were found with their clothes on. Dressed to impress but no signs of torture, no experimentation,â Hotch lifted the pictures nearer to his face. âDoesnât look like heâs interested in either.â
âA serial killer with no sexual preference?â Emily raised her brow at that.
âWouldnât be the first.â Spencer replied, looking closer at the paintings in his own file. âAlthough the subjects in the paintings look exactly like the victims theyâre placed on. It brings up the question of which one came first, the person depicted in the painting, or the painting itselfâŠâ
âSays here forensics found no prints anywhere but did find traces of 5-durâ durastaââ
â5-durastalene. Also known as âLunacite.ââ Spencer corrected Rossi.
âActually, this synthetic compound is a little on the newer side, a compound that was originally developed by an MIT student for their dissertation in the Chemical Engineering program. I tried figuring out what the naming convention she used was but she didnât give an explanation on that part. I assumed it couldâve been one out of a number of references, ranging from an anagram ofââ
âHow new are we talking?â Hotch interrupted, but deeply thankful that someone on the team seemed to have a lead.
â13 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days new. But itâs weird.â Spencer punctuates his statement by flicking through the papers.Â
âThe compound shouldnât be commercially available anywhere and itâs meant to make other materials resistant to corrosion. No one should be using it in paint, let alone processing it.â The team let his words ring in their head before Hotch broke the silence.
âGarcia, look for MIT graduates who have worked with Lunacite and a background in fine arts.â
âAlready way ahead of you chief, and deliciously, only one name fits the bill in every angle you can have it.â Their tech analyst who had been typing away then placed her laptop pointedly and turned it onto the round table for everyone to see. Everyone leans forward, but the BAUâs resident pretty boy is the one who says the name out loud.
âY/N L/N.â On the screen is a put-together picture of you on various digital scans of your passport, driverâs license, doctoral degrees in Chemical Engineering and Anthropology, and undergrad degrees in both Philosophy and Sociology.
âWatch out, pretty boy. You may have just found your match.â Morganâs comment is greeted with a few snickers, much to Spencerâs dismay.
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#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds fic#Spencer Reid imagine#spencer reid fanfiction
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Oh my gosh, I never knew em had a mistress đđŻ
What of reader finds out about this and gets worried that em will cheat on her? Then he finds out and comforts her?
A/N : hey ! Thanks for your request ! đ I wrote a little something and I hope you enjoy it âïž. If you enjoyed it, you can tip on my Ko-Fi page ! Also, it seems like a good time to announce that I will be posting previews over there đ. People who support my Ko-Fi have priority when it comes to requests and they get to read my work in advance ! I might also start posting exclusives over there !
My one and only
CW : Mentions of past infidelity and trust issues. Comfort. Little bit of fluff.
Youâd been with Marshall for a little over a year and it was safe to say that youâd never had a love like this, before. It was everything you ever wished for. Your boyfriend was kind, funny, respectful⊠You couldnât believe your luck. To say you had been disappointed by men in the past would be quite an understatement. It had been a succession of shitty relationship and, before meeting Marshall, you were almost ready to swear off men. After all, why bother when they all turn out to be liars ? But your relationship with Marshall almost made your past heartbreak worth it. Sometimes, you even told yourself that he was too good to be true. It even made you anxious, at the beginning of your relationship, and you had that surge of anxiety that told you to prepare for the worse, but it never came. So, with time, you let your guard down and allowed yourself to enjoy the beautiful moments you shared with him.Â
One evening, you were at his place, lounging on the couch, curled up on his side, mindlessly scrolling on social media while he was watching some football game on TV. You came across a tweet with a picture of him you had never seen before, posted by some fan account. According to the caption, it dated back to 1999. There he was, baby-faced, with bleached blonde hair, posing for a picture with four other people. You recognized Proof, whom Marshall had told you about countless times, as well as some actor. There were also two ladies in the picture, one of them right above Marshall, who was absolutely stunning. According to the replies to the tweet, her name was Kesia. Another added that she had notably been his side piece for a while, and that there affair was ongoing when he got married to Kim. Some even went to far as to give details, quoting articles. Apparently, it was common knowledge among the fans and, even back then, it was not exactly a secret. That woman even went on tour with him and everyone around him condoned the whole relationship. He was absorbed by the players, but he still felt you tense up. He didnât even need to look at you to know something was up. He turned to you with concern all over his face. « Are you alright, babe ? ». You stayed silent for a couple of seconds. It felt a little silly, being upset over a random tweet mentioning your boyfriendâs past. But you could hear that voice in your head that told you that sheâs been right all along, that all men were trash and that you had been so stupid to think Marshall would be different. « Babe ? » Marshall tried again. You turned to him, unable to hide the frown on your face. His eyebrows furrowed and he pressed pause on the game before cupping your cheek. «Whatâs wrong ? » he asked. You hesitated and took a deep breath before speaking. « Itâs nothing. Itâs just⊠I came across this tweet. People are saying that you had that sidepiece, around the time you first got married to Kim. Kesia or something ? ». You handed him your phone and he looked at the screen for a second before handing it back to you with a small sigh. « That was long ago », he said quietly. « But⊠Thatâs true ? » You asked as you felt a sense of unease. « It is. » he simply replied. His tone was calm. As if it were no big deal. As if he lacked the decency to be ashamed. You looked at him with a puzzled look on your face. « Thatâs all you have to say ? » You asked. « I thought you knew. I told you Iâd been unfaithful in the past, when I was with Kim. ». To be fair, he had. Only, you had figured that he meant heâd had one night stands with groupies, that he wasnât especially proud of and had came to regret after the deed was done. It was still cheating but, for some reason, you found that less appalling than having an actual side piece, with whom he had entertained an actual relationship while being married with his ex.
You couldnât hide your contempt. As someone who had been cheated on by multiple partners, this thought brought back a ton of insecurities. « Thereâs being unfaithful. And thereâs having a side piece. Thatâs horrible. ». You absolutely refused to sugarcoat it. He knew of your past, and him being so casual about it didnât sit right with you either. He sighed and took your hand. You let him, though you remained unresponsive. « I know. Look, I know it doesnât make it much better, but it was a long time ago. I was a different person, back then.». You scoffed as your eyes filled with worries. «I know it was a different time, but how can I be sure you wonât do the same thing to me? That you havenât already? ». He squeezed for your hand, holding it firmly as he looked I your eyes. « Y/N, I need you to know that Iâm not that guy anymore. Iâve made a lot of mistakes, and Iâve hurt people I cared about. But losing them, and almost losing myself, it taught me a lot. Iâve changed. Iâve worked hard to be the kind of man who deserves someone as good as you. ». Your eyes softened, but the doubt still lingered. « I want to believe you, Marshall. I really do. But words⊠theyâre just words. ».Â
Marshall sighed. You were right and he knew it. Words werenât enough and, with everything the men that came before him had put you through, you had major trust issues. He took his phone out and scrolled for what seemed like an eternity, while you started sulking. « This, » he said, handing the phone to you «is what I sent to the group chat with the D12 guys a couple of months into a relationship. ». You grabbed his phone and looked at it. It was a selfie of you, the first one you ever took together. You had gone to a Lego exhibit and, on the pic, you were making goofy faces, pointing at a huge Darth Vader sculpture made of Legos. Under it was a caption that read âSheâs fucking perfect. Mark my words, Iâm going to marry this girl!â. You handed him the phone back, not saying a word, and he scrolled again, showing you other texts heâd sent in recent weeks, positively gushing over how perfect you were, and his plans for the future with you, and how he had never thought heâd be so happy in a relationship. His friends were teasing him, asking when he was going to propose, and he replied that he just needed the perfect time and place. As soon as you saw it, you looked at him, mouth open and unable to say a word. Having been together for a year, you had spoken about the future on a couple of occasions, even talked about moving together one day, but you had ever talked about marriage. « I am absolutely serious about us, Y/N, » Marshall said, his voice steady. « Youâre my one and only. Iâm absolutely crazy about you and everyone in my life know that. Youâre a part of every plan Iâve made. This is my way of showing you that Iâm serious, that Iâm committed to us. I want to spend my life with you. ». Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him. « MarshallâŠÂ ». You were stunned and your heart was racing in a mix of emotions. « You-You want us to get married ? ». You didnât really need him to answer, though. One look in his eyes told you that he was serious. He simply smiled and cupped your cheek. «Of course. Youâre beautiful. Youâre perfect for me and not only am I in love with you, I am in love with us. You make me a better man. Someone I ever thought I could be. Of course I want to marry you. ». He pressed his forehead to you before continuing. « Iâm not proposing right now, because you deserve a better proposal story than me proposing at home, wearing sweatpants, but just so you know, I plan on marrying you and claiming you as my wife, because you are the love of my life. And I will let the world that I belong to you. I was a liar and a cheat, and Iâve paid the price for it. But I donât regret it, because this is what allowed me to be worthy of you.»
#eminem#marshall mathers#slim shady#eminem fanfiction#eminem x reader#eminem imagine#eminem fluff#marshall mathers x reader#marshall mathers imagine#eminem request
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Cascade (part 2)
How about a bit more?
(Wherein Kei replaces Mineta's party slot again.)
You know, I feel almost like we should thank this League of Villains.Â
Oh? Why is that?Â
Because Iâve never fought someone careless enough to drop me in an armory before, and itâs kind of fun.Â
UAâs budget was the next best thing to unlimited, resulting in a training pool for flood rescue a dozen times the volume of the best-maintained Olympic water feature. And Keiâand therefore Isobuâhad just been dumped into it. Sure, Midoriya and Asui were stuck in the water with her, and maybe Midoriya didnât have a water-adapted Quirk, but the surface was only three meters away. Even if that was too much, and the water-adapted villains in the pool with them tried to strike, it didnât matter.Â
Not compared to the power of a jinchĆ«riki in her element.Â
With Isobuâs chakra following its favorite pathways through her body, Kei clapped her hands together and reached out.Â
Everything stopped.Â
The water went thick and almost gelatinous, molecules seizing almost perfectly in place across the entire volume of the pool. Though Kei could hear the villainsâ garbled voices even as they shrieked in confused rage, she wrapped her power around herself and the two other students as a shield. At least one villain slammed headfirst into water gone solid and broke his hand.Â
And then Asui, swimming at top frog speed and making some of the sharkier villains look slow even with Keiâs watery speed debuff, wrapped Midoriya in her tongue and dragged him toward the surface. Perhaps because Kei shot her a thumbs-up, Asui did not feel the need to slow down in the slightest before Kei took control of the local water column and rocketed upward after her.Â
Once they breached he surface, Asui hurled Midoriya upward onto the deck of the ship serving as the training areaâs centerpiece. Kei, landing on the surface of the water, shook out her hair before offering Asui a hand up.Â
âWater-walking, GekkĆ-chan?â From about ankle-height, Asui grabbed Keiâs glove with a hand that dwarfed hers. Must have been a part of the frog mutation Quirk she had going on.Â
âYep.â Sure, Kei didnât really consider it a part of her Water-aligned ninjutsu repertoire, but that was the kind of distinction no one here cared about. âLetâs go.â
They got onto the ship with no further trouble.
 Partly because water slowed down basically everyone, and partly because Kei was just barely holding back from crushing all of the villains still flailing around below the surface. She knew how water pressure worked. She didnât care if they all died.Â
But someone might, so Kei refrained from preemptively removing child-murdering thugs from the mortal coil.Â
No one needed to know she considered it, anyway.Â
âThanks, GekkĆ-san, Asui-san,â was how Midoriya greeted them on the shipâs bow. Despite being waterlogged, he was otherwise fine.Â
âI told you to call me Tsuyu-chan, Midoriya-chan.âÂ
âR-right, Tsuyu-chan!â There was no need to go around sounding like Asui was threatening him about her given name at knifepoint, but two days of class had already established that Midoriyaâs overthinking tendencies and burgeoning anxiety disorder were on the louder side. âTh-thanks!âÂ
Asui nodded, acknowledging her victory. She turned toward the railing, looking down toward the water, then said, âThis isnât looking good.â
âYeah,â mumbled Midoriya, âand I just canât get what that villain said out of my head.â
âYou mean about All Might?âÂ
âRight.â Midoriya pressed a hand to his mouth, just above the heavy-duty mouthguard that had barely survived the training exercise earlier this week. âThey knew our schedule. Looking at the big picture, those guys must have set up the break-in earlier to get information. Like Todoroki said, they were waiting to pounce.â
âThatâs alarming,â Asui said. One of the villains maybe dared to swim closer, but notably not in range of her long tongue and perhaps a subsequent lashing.â
âIf those guys really think they have a way to defeat All Might,â Midoriya said, squaring his shoulders and clenching his fists, âthen we should do everything in our power to stop them. By fightingâŠand winning!âÂ
âIâm on board with it,â Asui said with a quiet ribbit.Â
âSame,â Kei muttered, already gathering chakra again for another attack.
âAnd the fact that they knew where to warp us means theyâve researched the USJ before nowâŠâ
âI was thinking the same thing! But while the villains clearly knew about the USJ, I think thereâs a big gap in their information. Especially for a group that otherwise operated so meticulously.âÂ
Kei hid a yawn behind her hand, then lifted the other to snap her fingers. All the water clinging to their costumes dispersed into the air as though shaken off by a dog.Â
âTh-thanks for demonstrating, GekkĆ-san,â Midoriya managed, shuddering at the sensation. âBut it also goes for Tsuyu-chan. If the villains realized what our Quirks were, they wouldâve never sent both of you to the water rescue zone.â Â
Kei glared down at the water through her goggles. At least a dozen waterborne villains had surface, and her control of the pool indicated another half-dozen lurking underwater to ambush anyone who tried to swim for safety.Â
Actually, some of them looked like they were equipped for the job. Shark-Face notwithstanding, there werenât as many obvious aquatic mutant Quirks on display as there couldâve been. One or two of them had spearguns in hand, like their expected opposition was just going to sit there and get shot. Or, rather, go into the water and get shot.Â
Not for the first time, Kei wanted a complete report of all the shit Catch-These-Hands down in the plaza must have gotten into when he disintegrated his way into the school. Obito hadnât finished writing it. But since Keiâs chakra was as subtle as a sledgehammer, she could only assume heâd noticed the new problem from Nezuâs office and started to organize a response.
And if he wasnât, Kei would find time in her schedule to yell at him.Â
âOur advantage lies in the fact that the villains donât know what our Quirks are. None of them are trying to climb into the boat, which supports my hypothesis.â Midoriyaâs determined look faded for a split second. âUm, Asui-saâTsuyu-chanâs Quirk is a given, but I didnât get to see yours in action, GekkĆ-san.âÂ
Mainly because Midoriyaâs match with BakugĆ had been the first and only training exercise to send someone to Recovery Girl. Heâd missed at least three after that. Kei distinctly remembered wondering where all of Midoriyaâs compartmentalization ability had gone, given that heâd blown up his entire arm again. Thankfully, the school nurse was able to put this Humpty Dumpty back together after all.Â
âI know itâs water-based, tooâŠâ
âItâs called Tsunami,â Kei replied. She pressed her hands together again into the Dog seal. As her chakra surged, so did Isobuâs. âWhich means I can create, control, and destroy all water around me.âÂ
There was another brief pause. Midoriya looked like he couldnât decide to laugh or cry. If Kei had just been told her job was to fight a bear and then informed her that the dayâs allowed arsenal included a main battle tank, she figured sheâd feel the same way.Â
âThat simplifies the plan a lot, GekkĆ-chan,â said Asui, blunt and sincere at once. âThank you for telling us.âÂ
âNo problem.âÂ
About a second later, one of the villains finally lost patience and created a giant hand made out of water to go on the offensive. It rose tall as though to chop the ship in half and drag everyone to a watery grave. Some of the villains even started giggling in anticipation.Â
Kei slid down the length of the bow until she was directly beneath the attack, raised one hand, and caught the blow with her fingertips as well as Isobuâs strength. The water construct felt solid enough as it made contact, but it bowed under their combined control and started to reshape itself into something blunter, scalier, and wonderfully familiar.Â
Best high-five Iâve ever pulled off.Â
The best so far.
Kei shook hands with her shoulder devil made manifestâhand to fingertip, at any rateâand sent their power wildly down through that point of contact like a dam collapse. Soon, more and more of Isobuâs hundred-meter body took shape in semitransparent form, dotted occasionally with screaming, terrified villains who suddenly realized theyâd lost control of the plot. While there wasnât enough water to manifest Isobuâs full size, what was there could fold the enemyâs aquatic fighters into its belly and keep them there for as long as needed.Â
And all the while, the demo ship sank lower and lower in the pool, away from the possibility of drowning or reaching the plaza without some help.Â
âHow do you feel about surfing, Midoriya-chan?â Asui asked.Â
âI-I-I think positively?!â Midoriya grabbed the railing of the tossing ship hard enough to leave fingerprints in steel. It didnât seem like he noticed.Â
âThen weâll go with that. Hang on tight, please,â Kei said, and channeled still more energy into her grasp on the water.
#cascade#shell game#keisuke gekko#midoriya izuku#asui tsuyu#isobu#my hero academia#catch your breath fanfic#crossover
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I hope this kills you and makes your day at the exact same time. I'm winging this btw and it's all improv in mah brain so it might be longer than expected, idfk, we'll see.
Thanks so much for existing and giving us this comic in the first place now suffer-
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Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic. The holograhic screen lit up every surface within a 2-foot radius, the words big and bright against the darkened atmosphere. Beside himself, Mikey and Raph shivered on each side, looking anywhere but at Donnie's face. And even though Leo understood why they couldn't bare to look their brother in the eye right now, something deep inside of him still burned with annoyance. Because despite everything, it was still Donnie! They just couldn't see it yet!
Not like Leo could see very well past the hard, stable shell that his twin had built around himself. Not like he could tell how Donnie was really feeling. Not like his tireless efforts to reach out and help did anything noteworthy.
All it got him was...
"...Oh! And how could I forget the infirmary machinery as well!" Donnie continued, his voice raised in a professional manner that would make anyone else think he was just giving a regular presentation. "The infirmary duties will obviously be passed onto you, Leo, since aside from Casey, you're the most medically knowledgeable. Plus, I know you won't disappoint."
Of course, Leo wasn't anyone else. He could hear the manic cry for life and freedom and pain in his twin's voice, no matter how quiet. It was there, faint and far away, somewhere that not even Donnie could find it, but it was still there and it needed answering.
Donnie just kept refusing to look in the right direction.
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It was well after midnight when Donnie pulled Leo aside for a chat about the affairs of taking on three positions at once. The leader of the resistance could barely piece together what Donnie was saying though, his words muffled by the bigger picture.
In the dead of night, as expected, Donnie's demeanor took a complete 180 shift, his expression barely masking the exhaustion and weakness he undoubtedly felt. His eyes were half-lidded and cloudy, a look that Leo's only ever seen thrice in those yellow and red irises. His shoulders, despite getting bonier and bonier by the day, were slouched in a lazy way that made the soft-shell look like a corpse. The purple hoodie he so much adored nearly reached his knees, the lost fat and muscle making the article of clothing seem bigger than it actually was.
But one of the worst aspects about Donnie's appearance didn't have anything to do with any signs of death or sickness. No... The thing that made Leo really want to throw up...?
Donatello was now shorter than Leonardo.
"C-come on, Donnie... Why would I need to learn any of this... Nerd... Stuff, if I already have you?"
A stupid question. Idiotic, dumb, foolish, stupid, demeaning, disgusting, stupid, gross, stupid stupid stupidstupidstupidstupid-
"Riiiiiight... Anyway, you'll need to remove that panel right there to get to the inner-workings of..."
But even though it was a stupid question, Donnie would've usually gone out of his way to answer it.
Why wouldn't he answer?
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Two weeks.
It had only been two weeks.
But it felt like a lifetime.
Donnie wasn't dead yet, thank whatever god that's still out there that he wasn't, but Leo still felt like he was. Donnie was literally just there, he was just right in front of him, talking about the schematics of something or other, running his mouth like he's been doing for the past few days. Nothing truly notable about Donnie's health had really changed, no weakening brain cells or crippling disabilities. The only things that had changed were Donnie's height again and his now inability to walk.
His inability to walk. Just two weeks ago he was bouncing off the walls and biting people's noses off.
However, despite all of the physical evidence that Donnie was very clearly still here and alive, Leo couldn't help but feel like a part of him was gone. Dead, deceased, whisked away by the winds of time... It was hard to explain, even for him, how something inside of him just kind of... Faded away.
The Death, as Leo pessimistically liked to call it, was a slow and agonizing process, beginning all the way back when Donnie first revealed his worsening condition and then continuing on until now. It began with just a little click, a little pinprick of emptiness and loss and HURT that Leo didn't know how to fix. Then that pinprick slowly grew into a scab, then a paper cut, then a scratch, then a hole, and then finally evolved to a gaping wound that would take years to fix. It was just this... This agonizing feeling of emptiness and loneliness that Leo hadn't even felt when Raph first died. (Haha, funny. He's already died twice by now. Hilarious.) And no matter how hard Leo tried to heal it with potions and bandages and medicine and melatonin, it never went away.
Not even when Donnie stood directly in front of him.
And isn't that just hilarious? Isn't that great? Isn't that just Splendid? Isn't that just the coolest Revelation That LEO'S EVER FELT?? ISN'T THAT SO INTERESTING????
Isn't it funny?
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Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic.
He watched the ghost wave goodbye with a dramatic flair and a little giddiness in his step, the small soft-shell turtle barely able to show his hand from inside the giant sleeve of his favorite hoodie.
Leonardo waved back, a sad, forced smile and a train track of dried tears gracing his face.
Red enveloped Leo's vision one final time, and soon enough...
The half of himself that somehow still remained...
Faded away.
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Haha get Disaster Twin'd idiot-
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I mean. Thank you. This is amazing and I love it with all my heartđđ
#What horrible person would put characters through such trauma???#looks in a mirror#ah.#right.#dies casually#collapses#*$&=(@â©#heekoeiejdbxno#fic tag
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Ever Crisis's intriguing development could have far-reaching consequences for the Remake's finale. With it, the circulating theory about Sephiroth assuming a new role just got a boost.
I had suspicions that Ever Crisis was being clever with its storytelling. This was the first scene that caught my attention.
Glenn's team briefly touches upon how secrets as well as childhood memories end up in the Lifestream. The focus on Sephiroth's adolescence in the title makes this detail quite telling.
In later chapters, Sephiroth's cherished necklace, holding a picture of his mother, is also cast into the Lifestream. In a possibly related context, Lifestream Black indicates that OG Jenovaroth discarded his human memories, including those of childhood and friends, to retain independence in the Lifestream and prevent assimilation by the Planet. By discarding these additional memories and linking himself to Cloud, he furthered his agenda in Advent Children. These memories also make their way into the Lifestream.
Previously, the relationship between these tidbits and EoC!Sephiroth was speculative.
Players have observed stark contrast in Sephiroth at the Edge of Creation: his livelier expressions and defensive fighting style against Cloud, reminiscent of past battles with Angeal and Genesis in the VR simulator. Notably, the distinction in pronoun usage was emphasized: masculine 'ore' instead of Jenovaroth's gender-neutral 'watashi,' reflecting the symbiotic relationship between post-Nibelheim Sephiroth's body and Jenova cells that Jenovaroth fixes his lower body with. Drawing from these observations, some fans have theorized that EoC!Sephiroth showed a stronger connection to his human side. With Ever Crisis' latest chapter, that inference is no longer theoretical. Sephiroth at the Edge of Creation mysteriously possesses human memories.
Now, Edge of Creation can be thought of as a smaller-scale pocket dimension, akin to Destiny's Crossroads. Fascinatingly enough, its emergence is accompanied by colorful glow effects, not too unlike the effects of branching universes introduced in FFVII Rebirth.
It appears to be stranded between two universes, as represented by the two separate nebulae in the backdrop. According to developers (courtesy to aitaikimochi translated Ultimania bits), one of them alludes to Sephiroth's winged appearance and was intended to evoke imagery of his menacing presence. I can only imagine it referred to his Safer Sephiroth form.
The red one, on the other hand, displays some parallels to Jenova's monstrous appearance (courtesy to u/nzivvo pointing that out). Thus, EoC! Sephiroth is stuck between âSephiroth's menacing presenceâ and âJenovaâ figuratively.
And yet, EoC!Sephiroth indicates a desire NOT to vanish/end [presumably as a result of worlds merging?]. As he does so, he glances at "Sephiroth's menacing presence" nebula
So who is EoC!Sephiroth? Various interpretations align with the newly introduced lore. It could be Sephiroth who regained his human senses sometime down the line â a singularity-like dimension appears to exist beyond time-space and is connected to all points in time, just like Destiny's Crossroads. It could be a fragment of his spiritâhis human memories, hopes and dreams creating an 'alternate world' within the Lifestream. It could be Sephiroth from some other âworldââperhaps, a timeline where he never went insane and never took a dive at Nibelheim. At any rate, he seems to be trapped in that bubble dimension, which is also destined to disappear [become part of another world] one day, a fate he seemingly opposes. Interestingly, in Aerith's "dream world," it is revealed that she was hiding in one of the worlds that was purportedly "ending" or "embracing its fate [to be merged/vanish]â.
Such circumstances share uncanny similarity to the ones EoC!Sephiroth is facing. Therefore, it's possible that EoC! Sephiroth isn't sealed/trapped by external force per se, but is concealing his presence. For what purpose? That remains to be seen. Peculiarly, FFVII Remake Ultimania provides different entries for Sephiroth we encounter at the end of Midgarâs highway and Sephiroth we talk to at the Edge of Creation.
Moving on. From a storytelling standpoint, it's deliberate that at the Edge of Creation he contemplates his journey to becoming who he is, what values he held and at what cost. His monologue about the cycle of hatred is particularly memorable.
Not only does the scene emphasize his caution when it comes to violence that he ostensibly came to develop after being part of Glenn's team, but also his lack of enthusiasm for it. Notably, he offers the enemy soldiers to stand down, not resorting to combat from the get-go. The monologue further conveys the desire to end the cycle of hatred.
So maybe asking Cloud to lend him strength wasn't a ploy or a trick after all, if EoC!Sephiroth is a being entirely distinct from Jenovaroth, one that remembers that once upon a time he strove to end the cycle of hatred and vengeance.
đ @pen-and-umbra
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Bear with me here. Because I have. Some thoughts.
First things first, visit here for another in depth analysis of the table carvings that doesnât really have anything to do with my commentary, but I found it while looking for the picture for the table and liked their analysis. SoâŠ.
Anyway, the table. We watch as Sam and Dean carve their own initials, and we know Maryâs initials get added after her death in season 14. Thatâs all fine and dandy. And we know Cas and Jackâs names get added sometime after Casâs death, and presumably after Jack leaves, but we donât really know when, or even by who. We also donât really know who carved Maryâs initials, not really.
However, we see Sam and Deanâs different styles of carving into things twice. (Sorry about the gore it was the cleanest picture I could find of the car initials completely.)
Now, neither of the boys are identical, however, we can see a distinct difference between Sam and Deanâs style. Dean carves deep, so it will stay a long time, despite wear and tear. Sam however carves wide. He carves out his initials instead of making a hole. Itâs much more surface level, almost as if heâs scared of getting in trouble and wants it to be easier to get rid of. But thatâs something we can get into later.
When they add Maryâs initials there are a couple things that tip us off that it was Dean who actually carved them in, A) theyâre from that direction, which is the side/seat Dean almost always sits in when both brothers are up and about. And B) it has that same depth to it as his initials, and the same style of how the lines meet. Therefore Dean carved Maryâs initials.
However, this brings us back to Jack and Cas.
Both Cas and Jackâs names have that same width over depth, more surface level carving as Samâs initials. Especially when compared to Dean and Maryâs. The S in Castiel has very similar strokes to the S for Samâs initials, and the Aâs and Câs in their names are similar if not the same (or as same as they can be considering they were carved into wood and sometimes the grain of the wood disrupts flow a little bit).
This, to me, means that Sam was the one to carve Castiel and Jackâs names into the table. And Iâd even bet, that he didnât do it until after Dean died.
Now I could be wrong about this last part, but if Iâm remembering correctly, we donât see all five names/initials until after Deanâs death. While Sam is sitting at the table (notably in Deanâs spot, and wearing deanâs sweatshirt.) with Miracle, so itâs plausible, and even probable.
And Iâd bet he did it when he decided he couldnât live in the bunker anymore without Dean because every little thing reminded him of his brother. And Iâll bet he did it because they are a part of his family and they deserved to be remembered too.
Castiel, the angel of Thursday, the angel who betrayed heaven for the sake of humanity. Who chose over and over again to take the Winchesterâs side over any other supernatural being because he trusted their sense of right versus wrong. Castiel, one of the Winchesterâs only friends who stuck around, who made sure that they took care of themselves, and made sure to save them while they were saving the world. Castiel, the Winchesterâs best friend.
And Jack, their kid. Sure, he was the spawn of Lucifer, but he was Castielâs kid. He was Samâs kid, and he was Deanâs kid. (Iâll get to a rant about Dean and Jackâs relationship at a different point because I have thoughts.) Jack saved the world, and he turned out good because of Castiel, because of Sam, and because of Dean. Jack took the mantle of God to protect the world, so he could protect his family, and keep the angels from interfering with human affairs.
#guys i have a problem#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#spn#the winchesters#mary winchester#castiel#castiel winchester#jack kline#jack winchester#the table#carved initials#sw dw mw Castiel and Jack#i have so many thoughts#too many thoughts#analysis of supernatural#analysis#supernatural analysis#god man. talk about I have issues.
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»zenless zone zero«
Small details in Wise's room. I'll admit I struggled a little on this one. (No offense to Wise lovers, he's just not super interesting to me. But I did my best!)
[Desc: Next to Wise's bed is a brown shelf beside an industrial style shelf, made of wood & metal. Like Belle's room, the standing shelf holds record sleeves. The first one is white with art of a black record that is broken in thirds, with large box letters that say 'ZERO'. The art is vague which makes it hard to speculate what style of music it might be. I guess...Jazz? That's a guess purely on vibes, really. The second record sleeve is black, white, and grey. On a white background there is a grey (traditional style) dragon wrapping around the studio's logo, EZ or 3Z, I'm not sure which. There's text that says 'ZENLESS', and underneath that, some descriptive text. The descriptive text is more legible than others. It says - "SAN-Z Studios is a general arts and design studio that aims to create fun experiences. We have a broad range of talents, involved in fashion design, accessories, music...and more." The third record sleeve is black with art of three eyes, each with a 'Z' in the iris. It's far too vague for me to guess what style of music it is. On the industrial shelf is a cardboard box with a red polaroid camera on top, and some VHS tapes leaned against it. These VHS tapes have no branding, which once again makes me think these are the tapes one would buy for personal recordings. On the shelf above it are three non-descript cases. They seem too thin for VHS tapes, and too big for a walkman tape. This makes me think they're CD cases.]
[Desc: On the coffee table(that is a trunk style coffee table) is a tray with an open package of 'Royal Baking' chips/crackers. Based on coloring, I'd guess they're cheesy. Beside the open cracker package is a bag of Coff Coffee, made by the Tin Master. There's a cup with Tin Master's logo beside it, with coffee inside. The coffee has foam in a design. On the table is also a newspaper. The only legible writing is in kanji I cannot read, but the picture on it is of Box Galaxy, the gadget store on Sixth Street. Also, I took note that there is a little Bangboo reading a newspaper on it. Lastly, there is a remote. Despite the vintage style TVs, this remote looks akin to a modern Roku remote. Black, with rounded corners, fairly slim and small, with a simple set of buttons. On, record (potentially, the symbol is vague), a central d pad, a menu button, undo, home, a pair of volume buttons & up/down decision buttons, a settings button, a button with a red heart (to favorite things I presume), and a last button with a symbol so vague I couldn't begin to guess what it does.]
[Desc: Like Belle, Wise has movie posters on the wall beside his bed. Unlike Belle, his posters don't overlap, and seem meticulously placed. There are a total of six movie posters. Though before I describe those, I'll point out that he has a green & yellow ukulele hanging on his wall. A notable difference from Belle's electric guitar. 1) Now, the first poster features art of an old computer (think big white box computers from the 80s) in a blue & yellow ocean landscape, with dark blue fish shapes around it. The title says Under The Sea in yellow text. What this could be about, I have no clue. But Wise has been said to enjoy documentaries and artsy films. Completely based on my own headcanon and no evidence? My guess is a documentary about technology developed to explore the ocean. 2) The one underneath has a title in kanji, but the art is pretty clear. It features a shiba inu dog front and center with a "saddle" on it's back, of which has two bags on either side. The only item I can tell that is in the bag is the left one, which has the top of a leek sticking out. Behind the dog is a young woman with a long skirt, as well as some trees. I can't read the title so I'm not sure, but I'd like to think this is a documentary about a very special dog. Like Balto! 3) The third poster features art of a young girl in a space suit, sat on a swing (a wooden board with rope that goes up out of frame), over a shadowy moon that is covered in children's crayon drawings. The title is one again in Kanji, but the tagline says "She's a Starchild". Once again, the art is vague, but my guess would be an artsy kind of film with an underlying message about a young girl with a struggle of some kind. Probably a movie with a lot of metaphors and symbolism. 4) Poster number four is a horizontal kind of poster. On a blue background, there is an old film camera on the left. (A vintage one, 1930s-1950s, which used large film reels.) On the right are three figures. The one furthest to the back is Godzilla, the second is a woman in a red dress, and the third appears to be a non-descript hero character in a blue & yellow uniform. In white block text, it says "DREAM WEAVER". My guess is that this is a documentary about film making. 5) Five has art of a semi-humanoid creature standing in a red lit doorway, but at the bottom are various winding tentacles. The title says "The Obelisk". My guess is that this is a sci-fi horror movie of some sort. 6) The last poster, number six, features an animal skull (a bear skull based on my limited knowledge) on top of a white background. There is black and red kanji in a "messy" style. The English text are the words "Before The Story Begins", so it's probably a prequel of some kind. There's a vague shape in the bottom corner that looks like an award symbol.]
[Desc: Wise's memory board. (If you don't pick him as your MC). The back is the basic wooden style that Belle also has, and it has five pictures. The first one is a selfie taken by Belle, featuring her and Eous standing over Wise, who is sleeping, after having given him a pair of pigtails. The second picture features various cats, with one opening it's mouth for a big yawn as Wise pets it. The third picture is a picture taken by one of the Random Play Bangboo; but not Eous. Eous is in the picture, cleaning one of the screens in the H.D.D, while Belle reclines in a chair and holds up a stack of papers that has red writing - "Complete!" with a circle around it. Wise stands beside Eous with his jacket slung over his shoulder, drinking a soda. (It doesn't match the LENMAN soda in Belle's room, but I've seen vending machines in Lumina square with a drink that is orange; with oranges on it. So...Orange soda? The fourth picture is of the Hollow in the Scott Outpost area. I can tell because there are pillars that match that area. The last picture is a childhood drawing of Wise & Belle. Stood in a field, in front of an orange house. Based on the style difference, it's possible that this was a group effort. Belle's figure and various background elements seem more...uh, artistically inclined. While Wise's figure, some trees, and the flower/grass details seem more simplistic and sloppy. Which would make sense given all the artist details in Belle's room. Wise probably didn't get the artist gene.]
[Desc: On the cabinet beside Wise's TV (once again an old style tube television) are some knickknacks. In front of three stacked small boxes is a stature, the same one in Belle's room that she used to hold her snowboarding goggles. I guessed rabbit based on her room, but it also looks like a fox. Beside that is an orange desk fan that's always on. Further to the right is a game console, which I mention was visually similar to a Super Nintendo. There are no visible cartridges out excluding the singular one in the slot of the console, with a vague logo on the front. An orange smiley face; which could mean it's part of a series, since Belle had a game with a blue smiley face in her console. The sticker for this game is ripped at the top. Maybe it's old, or maybe he and Belle swapped games for a bit. Belle seems like she'd accidentally rip a sticker. He also has a VHS player, there's a small screen on top of it. It's tiny, like a monitor, but I'm not sure it's purpose exactly. Maybe one of those old CCTV monitors? There's some more non-descript VHS tapes leaned against it. There's a shelf as well that holds some more VHS sleeves and a blue & white box. While I've seen the box in the 141 Convenience Store, which tells me the box's branding has the word "CLICK" on it, the rest is in kanji and there's no pictures on it to hint at a product of some sort. Game? Console? ...Wireless mouse? I have no clue.]
[Desc: Wise owns the same CD/Record/Tape player that Belle does. It's situated on a little table by the door. I can see now that the branding on the gadget is the same as the studio on the second record sleeve he owns, SAN-Z studio. The table has a divot to hold records. The only one with a visible front has art of a girl with vibrant green hair, in front of a black background that has bright pink, blue, and orange detailing. The girl has a hearing aid/ear bud in her ear, and an...accessory? On the side of her head. On a separate cabinet beside this is a blue & white box with a pair of black & white sneakers, which I think I've seen on one of the commercials that the game-start loading screen features.]
[Desc: (With a bonus Wise in frame), there is an L shaped cabinet in front of his door. On this cabinet is a plain black cap with a blue brim, and a skateboard with blue & white art on the back. I didn't seen any snowboarding gear in his room, but it doesn't mean he doesn't own it. He's neat, so it could just be put away. On the wall is a yellow bike. The back wheel is black, while the front is white. They don't match, but the front one matches the seat color of the bike, so my guess is he had to replace the back one. Also, based on the shape of the handlebars and the seat positioning, the seat is raised in a way that would make riding while sat upright hard/impossible. This seems like a bike someone must lean forward on, which means it'd be for things like trails and marathons, rather than transportation or leisure rides.]
[Desc: A bit boring, but his roof is the only one with a sun roof. Belle's room doesn't have one. By his bed is also, the only window that is visibly open on the front of Random Play. Somehow, this pale boy gets more sunlight in his room than Belle. But maybe she picked that. Also, though I picked Belle (which means Eous charges in her room), Wise also has an Eous charger, just unused.]
[Desc: A set of lockers with some posted notes. These seem to be reused assets from Belle's room. There is also a book case. None of the books really have any branding that allows for speculation of what they're about, but there are some colors with tiny (non-descript) details that remind me of textbooks and books about specific subject, like for learning.]
[Desc: Wise's desk. It features a standard PC screen, one of those vertical screens, and a laptop on a holder. All of which are on, glowing with blue symbols and unreadable text. There's a wireless mouse too. On the shelves over the desk are post it notes, one that seems like a list, and another that might be about code? There are also more books. Most are in kanji, but I can read one. "Hollow Raiders & Their Proxies." Beside his computers are three journals. Unlike Belle's, there are no stickers, stamps, or tabs poking out of the pages. These are note journals, each with a button latch to close them. One yellow, one red, one blue. To the right is a...radio? It looks vaguely like a call radio to me, and there's a set of headphones on top. But I'll be honest and admit I'm not sure what it is. There's also a yellow license plate on the wall - "NOV 715". There's another Tin Master mug, and while in the photo it's blocked by his aerodynamic chair, there's a metal coffee percolator. Which makes me think this dude has a caffeine addiction.]
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Hey, transfem who has only started to like her body about half a year ago here
As someone who takes a lot of pictures of themselves, do you have any resources/tips for angles or something that accentuates feminine features?
Also in regards to having a somewhat normal facial expression, like my eyes look so weird in every picture I take bc I don't know where to look
This response ended up WAY longer than I expected, and I think Imma add it to my pinned post- thanks for pushing me to talk about this! I don't think I'm really an expert here, but if people want to leave more advice in reblogs and comments, please do.
So when I say "I had two years of femboy experience before transferring to the related (and potentially overlapping) but separate field of trans womanhood" I'm only like... half joking. Selfie angles took a fucking wild amount of time for me to figure out, and guess what? The pictures I post are usually 1-3 in a set of about 20 that I take at any given time. I'm still unhappy with most pictures I take, you just gotta take a lot of them, and figure out for yourself.
That said, I think I have gotten a lot better over time. Behold, the first selfie I posted on reddit (warning for kinda cringe but I know y'all fuck with that):
(Damn, my thighs look good when I properly shave, gotta do that sometime)
(btw I'm 23 in this pic so feel free to simp if you so desire)
And another early one:
This was still selected from a bunch that were horrible, but you can really tell that my face is basically just covered in fabric entirely. My eyes look very dead in both. Compare that to:
^this one is still pre-transition, so don't blame the estrogen.
So what are my specific tips? Well, the classic "selfie angle" is from above. This angle certainly helps, but why? Personally I've found that its far less about angles are far more about lighting. Since most lighting is overhead, taking selfies from above means that you'll have a well lit face in those standard lighting conditions. Notice that in both the early selfies and the later one, the camera is actually positioned below my height level, and there's still a noticeable facial difference between them. The reason this is possible is good, forward lighting. Generally, you want a soft light source to be vaguely behind the camera, shining onto your face- but make sure its not too close, or too bright. This will ensure that harsh shadows don't artificially make your features look much different than they actually are.
Another thing that cannot be understated: DISTANCE between yourself and the camera, especially if you're using a phone camera. There are several reasons for this- notably, it'll help make the background be framed more pleasantly, as well as prevent the camera/phone itself from shadowing your face. But there's also a massive, insidious reason this happens- all phone cameras have some degree of fisheye to their lens to increase the field of view while still using compact optics. Multiple lens have helped a bit, but its still a problem on all of them. Higher end phones will algorithmically correct for this, but they also add a TON of other postprocessing "beautification" in ways that are sometimes completely invisible (insert entire rant here about how this is a deceptive marketing tactic to make a brands phone cameras seem better than they actually are). Sometimes, these edits are way off base. But I digress. The fisheye is killer because it takes any slightly more prominent feature and bulges them out, including the nose and chin. Conversely, recessed features, like eyes and the sides of your cheeks, are going to be less emphasized. Moving further away from the camera significantly reduces this. If you can get a small phone tripod and take selfies that way, it'll alleviate this. Unfortunately my living space is not large atm, and I have less motivation to bother my roommates in the common areas and use their hallways for picture taking, so this has been a little lacking in more recent selfies. It's also just a lot of work for a couple quick selfies, so its hard to do right- but it genuinely makes a world of difference.
Otherwise, my advice about eyes would be that your eyes show your overall facial expression, even if you're covering your mouth. Most of my pictures are taken while smiling slightly under the mask, and it shows in the eyes. If I want a scarier looking picture, I'm stone faced or deliberately make my entire face angrier, and you end up with the "glaring directly down the camera wanting to kill you" face. Referring to the pictures I just posted- the first two are both dead faced under the mask, whereas in the last one, I'm doing a smug, sultry smirk. The eyes then reflect that.
Don't focus on specifically trying to open your eyes wider. Change your facial expression and just let them be how they want to be in relation to that. Eye position should fully commit to looking straight into the camera, or be fully distracted with something else, imo (including the screen of your phone, if you're doing something like a mirror selfie). If you're taking a mirror selfie, look at the camera lens as it's reflected in the mirror. A HUGE takeaway is that cameras, especially phone cameras, straight up lie to you. They don't work the same way as the human eye, and have to compensate for that- but they'll never be a completely faithful representation of what you look like. Don't let your ego be affected by how you look in pictures, when all is said and done.
And of course, experiment, experiment, experiment! Figure out the lighting you can get in the space you have available, and the angles that work for you! Don't be afraid to delete selfies you don't like! Show off your style and your features in the way you want to! There are no rules for what's attractive, this is just what I do and you should develop your own style!
I guess I'll take this with both femboy and trans tags bc the selfies are pre-HRT
#trans#trans advice#transgender#selfie#selfie advice#femboy#femboy advice#femboy fashion#crossdressing tutorial
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Rachel "Retcon" Smythe Strikes Again!
Okay, so I've been seeing pictures of Volume 4 of Lore Olympus floating around, and people are ALREADY FINDING RETCONS.
Most notably so far, some added panels in the Hades and Apollo confrontation that happens outside Artemis' house (when Persephone steals Apollo's lyre) in Episode 81.
This is the original scene, for anyone who needs a refresher:
Aaaand here are the panels that were added.
(all pictures of Volume 4 are courtesy @iwannagutyou on IG!!! thank you for giving me permission to use these! <3)
First of all, the art. It's so noticeably bad. You can tell Rachel has completely lost her ability to draw these characters in the S1 style, I'm fairly certain she took the panel of Hades from the old version and just copy pasted it to try and get around it (look at the posing) but it's incredibly obvious looking at that third panel that LO is not and can never be what it was back in 2017-2019. Those first two panels seem like they were copy pasted from the previous ones, which is just sad if those are the lengths she has to go to to come even close to replicating the older style.
Now, this just might be due to camera translation, it could very well look better IRL, but the colors just look so incredibly desaturated and the lines blurred out, to the point that people are doing double takes over whether or not panels have been directly changed - they haven't been, they've just been so sucked dry of their colors that they look off enough to cast suspicion.
If anything it's a harsh reminder that LO has kinda always had art problems, especially with its lazy humor and stupid meme faces.
Of course, to be fair, color loss can happen in print, but seeing how slapped together these books tend to be, I wouldn't be surprised if they just didn't put in the effort to convert the page art to CMYK or at least tinker with the saturation in editing some more to ensure it would come out more vibrant in print.
Now. Excuse me while I go on a bit of a crackpot rant here. Newbie puff pals beware, because this is gonna get dicey and you're about to learn where my tinfoil-hat rep comes from but I just have to talk about it.
Back to the added Apollo panels, where Persephone asks Hades not to hurt him and he looks nervous before she says "I just want him to leave".
Maybe it's just me, but it's a little weird that THESE are the panels they decided they needed to add. It's weird that she's asking Hades not to hurt Apollo when she's about to break into his car and steal his lyre just a few moments later. It's weird that the implication seems to be that she's referring to Hades' act of violence towards Tori... but Persephone doesn't know that's happened yet. So this feels like an unnecessary retcon that's doing more harm than good.
But I feel like the timing of this is kinda messed up as well, as this book released just days after the release of the last FP episode in which Apollo has his 'side' of the assault story told through his perspective, which is often considered a HUGE no-no in writing assault stories because it often comes with the implication that it's asking for empathy from the audience. We already know Apollo is delusional, we already know he thinks him and Persephone are meant to be despite her constant rejection of him, we didn't need a flashback from his own warped perspective explaining that very thing, the only purpose to do such a thing this late in the game would be to try and get the audience to 'connect' with him (it's giving S3 Bryce from 13 Reasons Why vibes). Now we have this scene of Persephone asking Hades not to hurt him (despite the structure of the episode being literally fine before, this change wasn't needed) getting snuck into the physical book release just a couple days after the newest FP tried to present Apollo in an empathetic light (and let me tell you, that's a whole essay and a half that I'll be getting into eventually).
Shit, if I wanted to get REAL Pepe Sylvia with it, I might say that hypothetically, the whole point of the random Leuce abuse episode - despite Persephone having no way of knowing what she attempted as Hades hadn't told her and she wasn't there to see it and we weren't shown her overhearing them in any way - and the following episode that was mostly padding of Hades and Persephone having sex - no consequences or follow-up whatsoever to the Leuce scene - was just to pad out the episode release schedule and buy time until the book came out so that Rachel could release that Apollo POV episode right before the book came out and revealed those new added scenes of Persephone asking Hades not to hurt Apollo, in what could be a sly artificial attempt at minimizing the SA plot so Rachel can finally just brush aside the one major plot point she regretted writing the most. After all, it wouldn't be the first time Rachel's controlled the pace of her comic to release certain moments at certain times that line up with IRL events.
But, y'know. I'm gonna quit on that thought while I'm ahead because it's probably making my credibility meter drop into the red. My ADHD has been real bad lately and it's really starting to show LMAO All ima say is that IDK who Rachel thinks she's fooling here, this kind of shit is stupid easy to fact check when the digital version of the comic is available online to read.
To end on a much funnier and lighter note, remember how Rachel tried to retcon the Demeter/Hera/Hestia relationship by changing the line "I miss my sisters" to "I miss my friends"? Well, there was one panel that had been missed in the webtoons version that still refers to them as sisters. You can still find this unedited line in Episode 78.
And uh. They forgot to fix it again for the book.
It's permanent now. That's permanent marker. It would have cost them nothing to find this in the webtoon version and fix it before it got sent to the book editors. Now it's gonna cost them thousands because the book editors didn't bother (or know) to check.
There's also this... weird shit going on with the speech bubbles. Like, they're REALLY FUCKING OVERDOING IT with the speech bubble outlines. I don't know who made this choice but it was a bad one. Gross. Don't do that. It looks so cheap.
But let's be real, at this point I feel like the book editors are just outright sabotaging Rachel because who the fuck calls themselves a professional when they do this shit-
Oh, and there's no bonus episode, just sketches. Which is fine. But it makes me chuckle to think that Rachel just didn't have time in her already razor-thin buffer to draw up a new episode to pass off as "cut content".
#i'm fired for that whole conspiracy bit aren't i#can you blame me when the wedding was lined up with valentine's day and dio's birth was lined up with mother's day#i swear to christ rachel does this on purpose it's so unhinged#just write a story#it doesn't make your comic 'deep' to line it up with real world dates that aren't gonna matter in 3 weeks anyways when they go up for free#it's just so unnecessary and pointless to do#lore olympus critical#lo critical#antiloreolympus#anti lore olympus
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Close to Home
âNo matter where I go to offer aid, Link remains at my sideâŠâ
~A brief exploration of Zeldaâs personal journey toward home, and how she finds it in Link.
Read on AO3 or continue below.
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Chapter 8: "It Takes a Village"
Zelda stuffed the broom in the corner of the storeroom where it wouldnât pose a tripping hazard. After their fun little fling making honeyed candies in the kitchen, Link had insisted he would take care of clean-up. Naturally, that was unsatisfactory to Zelda, so she retaliated by sweeping the entire house. Task done. She gave the place a once-over.Â
Cozy as a broom closet indeed, she thought with a pout.
A collapsible cot and blanket roll were shoved against the wall with other bits and bobs, as if they hadnât seen use in a while, but Zelda knew better. Ever since their arrival in his home, Link had been bedding down in this tiny space night after night, granting her the entire upstairs landing. This too proved unsatisfactory to Zelda, so night after night, she implored him to see reason, attesting that it only made sense for them to take it in turns. Her attempts at compromise quickly morphed into outright protestations, however, when her plan was respectfully brushed off, earning her a shake of his head and an infuriatingly kind smile. Really, his goodness was enough to drive her mad sometimes.
She returned to the main room, bent on finding another way to lend her assistance. Link was elbow-deep in the pot theyâd used to caramelize the honey, scrubbing away at the sticky residue. She turned her attention to the bookshelf by the front door. Perhaps it needed dusting?
Grabbing a rag, she began wiping down every reachable surface, if for no other reason than to occupy her hands, when something about the books caught her eye. They werenât uniform; they ranged from newly minted to worn beyond recognitionâa snooze to anyone else, but a point of interest to her inquiring mind. A few notable titles jumped out at her. Frowning, she plucked a crisp hardback from the line-up, thumbing through the pages.
She stood engrossed until she felt Link peering over her shoulder. She angled the spread so he could see. âI wasnât aware you were so interested in this topic.â
He craned his neck to get a better look: The Art of Buns: How to Perfect Your Sticky Bun and Impress Your Honey-Bun. He blinked. âBolson. I commissioned him to furnish the house. Almost everything here came complimentary.â
Ah. She supposed that made sense. Cookbooks like these werenât too out of place as a housewarming gift. But since when was Link interested in The Science of Rupee Reinvestment? Or The Rise and Fall of Hyruleâs Most Influential Green Fairy Men? She lingered over Outwitting Chuchus: 101 Clever Stratagems for the Everyday Traveler So You Can Get the Jump on These Jellies Before They Get the Jump on You! A sudden image of her esteemed knight curled up by the fire with this in hand flashed in her mind, and she choked down a scoff. As if.Â
âHmm. Curious.â She replaced The Art of Buns and selected The Beginnerâs Guide to Interior Design. âThis one might serve you well. See, Iâve been doing some thinking lately, and while the place is lovelyâreally it is, itâs darling and youâve worked so hard on itâexcept, well, itâs just that having all these weapons on the walls might be a bit intimidating to guests, donât you think? Not that they arenât wonderful, Iâm very glad you have them! Itâs just⊠It makes a strong statementâŠâÂ
She flicked to the section on living rooms. âAs for this bookcase, itâs probably better suited on the opposite wall over there. Oh! Wouldnât it look smart alongside a floating shelf or two? And pictures⊠Yes, I believe more pictures would really liven up the spaceâŠâ
Phlegmatic as ever, Link took her comment in stride, shrugging good-naturedly as if heâd never considered it. Her message seemed to go in one ear and out the other, though, for his eyes had drifted back to the shelved Art of Buns. Well, she thought, to each their own.Â
Book in hand, Zelda spent the next several minutes reimagining the layout of Linkâs homeâanother cabinet here, a splash of color thereâengaged so fully in the process that she felt excitement bubble up at the possibilities. Link had never struck her as the avid reader typeâbut so what? There was never any harm in adding more books to spruce up a place, was there? Or perhaps some plants? At any rate, Link didnât seem to give two rupees about the decor, so she allowed this excitement to carry her over to the next day, when she sat upstairs rearranging her meager possessions. She had just finished organizing her stationery when she heard a small knock come from the foot of the stairs. She paused; was that the front door? But then his soft voice crept up to her:
âPrincess?âÂ
She tried not to wince as the usual twinge shot through her upon hearing her given title on his tongue. Determined to stay in good spirits, she continued her task, gathering her hair accessories into a container. âYes, Iâm here. You may come up.â
The stairs creaked under each of his tentative steps. She swiveled around from her seated position on the floor, a light jest already half-formed on her lipsâuntil she saw the look on his face.Â
Immediately she was put on high alert. She knew that look; it had haunted her during the most trying times of her life. It was hard and impenetrable, the one sheâd always associated with him in the days preceding the Calamity. The cold-blooded knight. The reminiscence sent an icy wave of anxiety through her, and her spine automatically straightened with anticipation.Â
But no⊠That was wrong. Things were different now. They were both different: a team, knitted as one, through and through. They had joined hands and jumped into the deep end long ago. This wasnât a look of steely indifference; rather, it was a mask he wore by compulsion. An all-too-familiar burden.Â
She watched him take the chair by the writing desk, hands resting listlessly on his knees, his sightless eyes on the rug. Silent. Zelda mimicked him, setting her hands in her lap, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Waiting for him to break through the mental block heâd fought against all his life.
The minutes dragged on with no change. Zelda could feel her agitation rearing its head, her thoughts running wild with all the things this could possibly be aboutâbecause clearly something was on his mind. Something weighty. Antsy, she yearned to egg him on, to start the dialogue and help him get the ball rolling; but this wouldnât do. This was a crucial waiting period, and he deserved this time to recover himself. She would wait for him. Just as heâd always waited for her.
After what felt like an eternity, Link gave a slight shudder, as if physically pulling himself together. Drawing in a deep breath, he said, âReede asked for my help clearing out a monster camp.â
The banality of his statement was so unexpected that she nearly sighed in relief. Was that all? She was about to say as much when he quickly forged on:
âItâs not just me. He and some other villagers are joining forces, but theyâre short on hands. The campâs blocking the main path to the village. Same one we traveled on. Shouldnât take long to clear out. Two, three days tops.â He took another full breath in. âThey start tomorrow.â
Oh. He was leaving. A host of possible responses flitted across her mind before she settled on âLink, thatâs wonderful youâre going toââ
âI said Iâd get back to him about it.â
Again, not what she expected. Zelda studied him with new eyes. He still wasnât looking at her, hadnât looked over once, but she could feel the concern radiating from him. Concern for her. The heart of the matter: always her. Her stomach squirmed with guilt.Â
âYou said youâd⊠Butâoh, Link, you mustnât worry about me. Iâm alright, really⊠Actually, this is rather favorable. Iâve been meaning to spend more time at the laboratory anyway. Purahâs already on my case about how Iâm not over there enough, and Iâd prefer not to poke the bear anymoreâshe intends to enhance the Slate, make improvements to the runesâtheyâre still only prototypes, you seeâso this shakes out well. An opportunity, if anything.â She hesitated. âYes, an opportunity.â
âWill you stay with her?â
âIâŠâ Zelda trailed off. Should she stay with Purah? It was probably her best option, all things considered. She had reservations about how sheâd fare without him, truth be told⊠but then the memory of her first overnight stay in Kakariko came rushing back, and that wretched image of herself, clinging and pitiful in every respect, was enough to snap her into a decision.Â
âNo. Iâll be fine. Purah and Symin are just up the road, and everything I need is here. Really, you neednât worry⊠Iâm quite comfortable here, I assure you.â
Link continued staring at the rug. The need to convince him spiked within her, and she spilled out: âI think itâs lovely youâre helping the villagers. The way you selflessly serve others with your talents has always touched me deeply. I know others see that in you as well. What a blessing you are to us all. ItâsâŠâ
Itâs what magnetized me to you from the beginning.
âItâs the greatest kindness. Andâand besides, youâll only be away a few days, like you said. I can manage a few days. I will manage.â
At last, his eyes found hers. His face was still set like stone, but a softness had reentered his eyes: the same softness that had wriggled its way inside her heart from day one. She could never hide from those eyes. Not ever. They saw right through her, peeling back the layers sheâd meticulously crafted for herself years ago, her safeguards from the brutal demands of the world. But not from him. Shrinking slightly, Zelda held his gaze, fiddling with the compartment of her hair accessories.
In the end, he nodded, his trust in her winning out, and she breathed again. He, Link, trusted her, just as she unconditionally trusted himâand nothing, not the heavens nor the earth, meant more to her than that.
He was scheduled to depart the following morning, leaving them the rest of the day to prepare. Link was hard at work all evening, assembling meal kits, restocking supplies, making last-minute calls to town for this and that. Zelda contributed as best she could, but pitted against his boundless stamina, her efforts were woefully abysmal. With all these arrangements, it was almost as if she were the one embarking on a multi-day journey, not himâin fact, she hadnât seen him pack a single bag for himself, no, not one. And so, holding fast to this one small act, she took it upon herself to do just that for him. By the time the next day dawned, everything was set, and Zelda rose early to see him off.
âI packed the icebox to last you several days,â he said, slinging the bag sheâd prepared for him over his shoulder. He wore a simple travelerâs cloak over his Championâs tunic, the Master Sword strapped to his back. âThereâs a wallet of rupees in the downstairs cabinetââ
âYes, Link.â
âBolson will be close by at the construction site. If you need anything, ask him or Ivee at the general store.â He turned to face her at the door. It was before sunup and the shadows clung to him, but she could still see the bite of the chill air on his cheeks. âThey will help you.â
Zelda fastened his hood snugly over his ears. âYes, thank you, Link. I feel very cared for. Youâve stocked me with plenty of provisions, much more than necessary, and really, you have my sincere gratitude. You do so much. But donât you worryâIâll be at Purahâs for the day, and tomorrow too, and sheâll take good care of me.â
Link nodded. He was quiet for a moment before he said, âIâll be back soon.â
âI know.â
They looked at each other. The house was hushed and the air settled heavily on their shoulders.Â
âPlease be safe,â she whispered.
Then, Link stepped close, and in a gesture that had become second nature, he took both her hands in his, holding them gently. A promise. Zelda stared down at them, feeling his coarse gloves beneath her fingertips, his forehead tipping toward hers, and together they breathed in the predawn peace of the house, wishing it could last.
But, inevitably, the time came. With one last squeeze of her hands, Link reshouldered his pack, turned toward the door, and walked out.
He was gone.
From then on, Zelda was a flurry of motion. Shrugging back her shoulders, she dressed for the day and busied herself with her toilet: washing her face, plaiting back her hair, creating a routine for herself. Steady and unchanging. She wasnât due to arrive at the laboratory until that afternoon, so she made good use of the morning by attending to simple chores around the house. After another round of sweeping, she stripped the bedsheets and, adding them to the laundry, she took her haul to the side yard to be washed. The sun had long been up by now, and she welcomed its warming touch. As she rounded the corner, a friendly nicker greeted her ears, and her eyes lit up.
âWhy, hello to you, too!â she said brightly. Setting down the laundry, she trotted over to her loyal steed, grateful for the company. Like an impatient toddler, he nuzzled her eagerly, and she giggled as his whiskers tickled her cheek. âDonât worry, I havenât forgotten you. Although it seems youâve been well taken care of alreadyâŠâ She stroked his sleek coat, eyeing the empty stall next to him. âI suppose youâre missing your companion as well.â
As per usual, Link had already seen to her horse that morning before taking his own with him. Another act of charity added to the list. Sighing, she returned to the laundry, committing the next hour to the washing and drying of linens.
Once the clotheslines had been appeased, she resumed her doting on her animal companion, biding her time until noon. The sustained back-and-forth of her strokes allayed her spirit as much as it did his, if not more, as though she were the one being consoled. She was so lost in her head, caressing his broad neck, daydreaming over the benefits of having a well in the backyard instead of a pond, that she belatedly noticed the stallionâs tense posture.
âWhat is it, my friend?â she asked. He stood very still, his ears perked toward an unseen presence at the front of the house. Zelda heard it too: the rough grating of rock. Puzzled, she followed the source of the noise⊠Surely he wasnât back alreadyâŠ? She emerged into the front yard and froze in her tracks.
â...Karson?â
The construction worker whirled around. Zelda scanned the scene: He wielded a shovel in one hand and a soiled handkerchief in the other, his face beaded with perspiration. A freshly shoveled patch of dirt was at his feet by the veranda. His eyes went comically large as he took her in; then, a wide smile of recognition broke out on his face.Â
âYeah! Thatâs me! And youâre Linkâs girlâZelda, right?â
Blood rushed to Zeldaâs face. Her lips parted but nothing came forth. Karson must have misconstrued her reticence, for he quickly added, âUh, yeah, sorry for the scare. Didnât seem like anyone was home. Link put in a request to have some extra work done, but weâve been spread pretty thin lately at the company, you know? So I only just got around to it.â Huffing, he scrubbed his handkerchief down his face. âAnyway, Iâve been meaning to ask! Iâve got work off this weekend, so does my girlfriend Sophie. Would you and Link be up for a picnic with us? We were thinking of heading down to the beach for a dayâgroup-date style, you knowâthereâs this spot near the water Sophie really likes, but she hasnât been in forever because of all the monsters. Theyâre gone now though, so itâs free game! Well, weather permitting, anyhow.â
Zelda had been surreptitiously side-eyeing the mound of dirt while he talkedâthere was something different about the space, but she couldnât put her finger on itâwhen suddenly the terms picnic and group date smacked her across the face. She reeled back at the sight of Karsonâs hopeful expression, powerless to prevent another round of furious blushing.Â
âOh! Well, Iâwhy, what a delightful invitation. That is very thoughtful, thank you kindly. IâŠâ She wrung her hands, scrambling for something to say. âItâs just thatâwell, Link isnât here at the moment, see. He left town for some business, and⊠Iâm not quite sure how long heâll beâŠâ
Karson, ever the optimist, nodded cordially. âAh, gotcha. No sweat! Maybe some other time then.â
Zelda returned his nod, her gaze dropping to her clasped hands. The ambient wildlife blared at top volume in her ears.
âActually, now I think about it, not much of a shocker, is it?â Karson laughed. She glanced up in surprise. âI mean, what was I thinking? Of course Link is away! No way heâd stay put for so longâthe guyâs bouncier than a spring-loaded hammer. All those weapons of his kinda speak for themselves, am I right?â He rested his weight on his shovel, chuckling to himself. âDonât get me wrong, Iâm all about the active life myself. âA working life is lifeâs workâ and all that. But Linkâheâs more of the active active type, you get me? Always on the hunt for whatâs next. He was never around all that much anyway, even after he bought the house. Never struck me as much of a homebody. Too much to see, too many people to help, you know? Really makes ya wonder why he bought it in the first placeâŠâ
A deliberative look came over him. He paused, scratching at his chin.
âBy the way, not many people know this⊠Linkâs pretty modest about it, but Iâm sure he wonât mind my telling you. You know Hudson, my business associate? Forget if weâve mentioned him or not. He left for Akkala to clear some land for a big project a while back. Made a killing off it, tooâhelped found an entire settlement out there! Tarrey Town, itâs called. But hereâs the kicker: Linkâs co-founder! Crazy, right?!â Smirking, he broke off for dramatic effect. âHe and Hudson worked together and built it all from the ground up. Must have taken them ages. Itâs been a refuge for people the world over, a real melting pot. All this, and nobody even knows of Linkâs involvement. I mean, we at the company do, but he wasnât hired on. Just a volunteer. Wonât accept credit for it or anything. And to top it all, his name doesnât even end in âsonâ!â He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. âThe guyâs a mystery, thatâs for sure.â
Zelda stared out into the middle distance, only partially absorbing his words. A sort of hazy slideshow had started up in her mind, one that was indelibly printed onto her memory. She was back in the castle, an amorphous mass, devoid of identity⊠fighting the eternal fight⊠nothing waning, nothing growing⊠But wait, yes, finally, a change in the wind, that turn of the tide sheâd been yearning for, that she desperately seized upon. She could see it all playing out from afar: watching him wake, relearn, remake⊠watching his struggles and triumphs⊠his selfless labors to accumulate wood, gather people⊠creating a sanctuary for the displacedâŠ
Tarrey TownâŠ
âAnyway, sorry to blab your ears off,â continued Karson. âDidnât mean to keep ya. I should be getting back to the grind myself. Before I go, thoughâyou doing alright? House fixtures still up to par and everything?â
Zelda shook herself back to the present. âOh, yes. Just fine, thank you. Everythingâs fine. More than fine, really, Iââ She drew in an even breath, settling into an appreciative smile. âThe cottage is an absolute delight. Thank you for working so hard on it for Link. You are clearly a credit to your community. And also⊠thank you for all your efforts to restore Hyrule. Please know they do not go unnoticed.â
Whatever heâd expected from her, it wasnât that. Karson gaped in amazement, his freckles popping against his sun-flushed skin. He burst into a broad grin. âRight! Of course! Always happy to help. Iâm, uh, glad to hear it.â
Discombobulated, he twisted the handle of his shovel. The spotlight of his wide-eyed gaze froze Zelda in place, sharp and exposing, as if he were seeing her in a new light. With a stilted nod, he stuffed his handkerchief in his back pocket and made to turn away. But then:
âYou know, if youâre ever in a bind and Link isnât around, donât be afraid to reach out, alright? To me, Bolson, anyone at the company. Anyone in town, really. Any friend of Linkâs is a friend of ours. Truth is, Linkâs done a lot for us all, and we like to return the favor, however we can. Itâs one crazy world out there, and weâre all in it together, you get me? And Linkâs got a way of reminding us of that. Heâs inspiring in that way. Heâs a good guy. A good man.â He gave her a parting salute. âWell. No time like the present!â
As she waved him off, a dawning realization took shape inside of her, gathering on the horizon. âYes,â she whispered to his receding back, the nebulous mass solidifying into a cloud. âHe is."
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Deja ya de llorar
Shoto x GN! Reader
You've had a very bad day, and you're very tired, and you have a very cute husband.
little angst/very comfort, mostly fluff ^*^
The front door swung open harshly before it was more gently clicked into place. The decoration hung on the outside knocking back in protest.
You violently kicked your shoes off, not bothering to put them neatly back in their place in the shoe cubby that rested against the wall. Trying to get on with the settling down process, you went through the motions of hanging up your jacket, not noticing that you missed your mark and instead, it fell miserably to the floor.
"I'm hooome." You sighed, barely loud enough to be heard from the front door to the kitchen. You then limply tripped over the side, flopping down hard on the couch, squishing your face on the plush cushions.
There was silence in the house, no sounds of music or the TV playing. Most notably, no sound of your husband. Usually, he was out in the dining room doing papers or just otherwise bumbling around the house. Sometimes he'd meal prep or work out or even just be doing some D.I.Y project. But today, there seemed to be an absence of him. Which, wasn't a big deal, both of you were heroes, having met each other in class 1-A. Ever since you two had just been inseparable, clung together like magnets. Still, he made no mention that he would be working late.
You sighed and flipped over to your back, and took your phone out of your pocket. Lazily, you dialed his work phone and waited for him to pick up.
"This is Icy-Hot. I'm not available right now, reach either my assistant, partner, or me at a later time. I apologize for the inconvenience." The familiar one-toned voice you had gotten used to bleated back to you, and the phone beeped to leave a message. You made a confused noise before moving over to his personal phone number, the one that not many people had.
Just as the call was going to send you to voice mail, he picked up. "Hello? Is everything alright?" Shoto's voice called out to you, concern lacing his voice.
"No," You sighed, exhaustion taking over you slowly, unable for you to fight it much longer, "You weren't home and I was just making sure you were alive."
He chuckled, "Well I am don't worry. I'm on my way home soon, just another big battle in Tokyo, and you know how traffic can be." He sounded happy and content, and jealousy filled you at his ease.
"I hope it went well, and I'm glad you're safe. I love you, get home soon."
"It did, I'll tell you more at home. I love you, I'll see you soon."
The call disconnected, leaving the house in silence again. Suddenly, without even prompt or major reason, tilled filled your eyes and you were left breathless.
You were so tired, your body and mind so worn down that everything was moving too fast for you to keep up. Your eyes stung all the time, and your joints ached, body screaming in protest for running on fumes for so long.
You also had so many hard cases this month, a tsunami had hit the east, and because of the shortest of pros, you had been sent down there to mitigate the damage. The things you saw only added to the pile of horrors that kept you up at night. Lost little girls, old men torn apart, and young men crying in the middle of the street would haunt you for years to come. The paperwork and reconstruction that took weeks to finish, on top of commission work and public work, you were left beaten and bruised.
You cried yourself to sleep on the couch, too tired to change out of your civilian clothes or even move yourself to a comfortable position to find even a restful sleep.
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When you woke up, crusty, thirsty, and hungry, you found yourself in your shared room. Pictures of you and Shoto decorated the space, along with your different families and friends. Books, papers, and other small trinkets littered the room. When you came home after being away from a work trip, it always made your heart warm and fuzzy at your cozy living space, knowing you shared it with the person you loved the most.
You heard soft music from the downstairs, and slowly you drifted out of your bedroom. (You were also pleasantly surprised to find yourself in soft pjs.) Peeking out, a smiled crawled on your face at the sight you were blessed with.
Shoto, still in his hero outfit, was swaying softly to a soft song that you recognized, Hijo del corazĂłn. While doing so he was making your favorite comfort meal. Both of you always had each other's comfort meals prepped and ready to go in case the others needed it.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You said sleepily, hooded bagged eyes looking at him with ease.
Shoto turned to you, jumping a little in surprise before he completely melted under your gaze.
"Yeah, you tell me every day you love me, plus, I get a daily reminder you do every time I wash my hands." He tapped to the ring on his finger, the pale moon gem that was the centerpiece. The weight of your sun ring reminded you of both your vows, in sickness and in health.
"True, but I super love you." You walked closer to him, nuzzling against him while he kept busy.
"I love you, hard day?" He asked, and even though his eyes were on the food, you knew you had his full undivided attention.
"Hard month more like it. I'm just glad we're almost done though." You sighed, dragging your feet to grab a glass of water. Your heart filled with warmth when you saw your respective bachelor party cups.
"I'm glad, I miss you at home." Shoto said almost pouting.
"Just a little bit more recon, and a smidge more paperwork and I'm back to a normal work schedule. What about you though?" You asked, eyeing him up and down with a raised eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" He turned to you, looking at you with his own raised eyebrows while he carried the food to the table.
"You're still in your hero suit, you didn't change back at the agency." You said that the answer was the simplest thing in the work. In truth, it kinda was.
"Oh," He looked down at himself, embracement suddenly flooding his cheeks. "I was just in such a rush to get home, I guess I didn't change." He started to eat with you.
"Why the rush? I'll always make it home." Or try to, at least.
"I missed you, plus, I have a surprise." Shoto suddenly got up, walking over to the kitchen to grab a fancy-looking velvet box.
"Sho' I don't mean to break your heart, but we've already gotten married." You laughed quietly at your own joke, turning in your spot to follow him.
"No not that. I know you don't really like jewelry, but I saw it and I just had to give it to you." He had you the box gently, placing it in your awaiting hands.
You looked at him before tenderly peeling open the box, and a gasp escaped your lips when you saw what was inside.
It was a beautiful golden heart-shaped locket. The design it had was stunning, on the front was an open sort of caged design, and you could see the inside of the locket through it. Around the mini heart-shaped window was a winged sort of design with small bridges on the side. On the back were two interlocked hearts surrounded by leaves and little tiny snowflakes.
When you peeled it open, it was your guy's wedding pictures. But it wasn't one where either of you were fake smiling. Instead, it was you ugly laughing with your eyes closed and leaning toward Shoto. While he had the widest grin ever looking at you so tenderly it made tears spring to your eyes.
"Oh Sho', it's beautiful. Thank you so much, I love it." You stood up to bring him into a tight hug. He hugged you twice as hard, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Of course, I hoped you'd like it." He whispered.
"I love it, thank you so much for being here for me." You sighed into his arms, the warm embrace he protected you into would always bring you inner peace.
God you loved this man, and you knew he loved you ten times as much.
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ăăĄă ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [4.5]
Heya!!
Guess what? I managed to write a short one between chores! I would've made it longer, but I'm terrible at hiding things and my dad would've been pissed if he found out haha
Promise when I'm 100% free, the next one won't be under 10k words!! Dare I say, pinky promise.
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Yoru x F! Reader
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6
Genre: Fluff, angst
TW: Heavy mentions of anxiety. Like really really heavy haha
Words: 4.9k
Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.
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Itâs been a long time since that debacle took place. And you never knew how fun it would be to spend a few hours with Omen looking up on how to make candles, but here you were, in the cafeteria, with a few dozen candles in the counter.
Youâd taken a short break to shower and, in that time, you had discovered that Neon snuck in that spiked choker you saw that day at the store. But since she was gone today, you decided to wear it and save the scolding for later.
Luckily, though you havenât seen Neon today, it started off well with you being called to Viperâs office. It seems like, after that catastrophe and everyone had their rest, the break was now officially over. And you were deemed ready to be sent off on your first mission.
Simple, just a mission where youâd be playing a passive role whilst your partner took care of most of the work.
Viper tapped on her laptop and rapidly switched to different folders. But given that you stood on the other side, the back of the device facing you, you had no idea what she was doing.
âSo, Iâve singled out the best candidates for this mission, but you can only pick one.â
You nodded with a smile, and she began listing out their names.
âYou can either choose Chamber, Astra, Fade, or Sova.â
She flipped the laptop and allowed you to look over their pictures. And yeah, sure, seeing their faces helped, but you still had one tiny issue.
âI don't know any of them. I donât think Iâve even talked to them once. Canât you pick like, Jett, or Neon?â
Viper straightened her back, arms crossed.
âThis isnât a scouting mission, those two canât anchor the area I want them to.â She crossed her arms. âYouâve been here for almost two weeks, have you really not talked to everyone here?â
You nervously shook your head, and she flipped the laptop back towards her.
On your first mission, you hoped youâd get someone close so that you wouldnât let your anxiety get the best of you. You wanted to explain, but the words just wouldnât come out. Guilty couldnât even describe how you felt. Was she feeling annoyed? Did she think you were hopeless? Maybe you shouldâve strayed from your comfort zone for once and talked to everyone here! Maybe youâ
âI can manage to fit in Yoru, instead. Omen told me you talked to him often. Is that true?â
Your face turned white, and you awkwardly laughed.
âWhy not, uh, you know, Skye, at least? Sheâs probably a better candidate, and stuff.â
It just felt so awkward when heâd just healed up only a day before.
âYoruâs the best I can do. Heâs also the best when it comes to novice agents. I guarantee things will go smoothly with him.âÂ
âUh, what? How can you be so sure?â
âIâve seen him with Neon. Her performance was notable around him, and itâs not just because theyâre friends.â She straightened her back once more, sighing. âLook, Iâll talk to him. If he says no, Iâll see if I can squeeze Neon in.âÂ
You almost wanted to laugh at the thought. Yoru, and best when it comes to novice agents? Please. Heâs probably only reliable because he uses physical force to keep things in order.
If anyone would fulfil that role, it would definitely be Omen. you remembered how he calmed you down that day, how much more gentle he was compared to Yoru. The same guy who called you spineless and dubbed it âhonestyâ, or whatever mental gymnastics that was.
âOkay, great! Iâll go get ready, then.â
Just as you turned to the door, Viper called out and forced you to halt.
âHold it.â
You turned and met her gaze nervously.
âJust in case things donât go well, promise me youâll cooperate. I tolerate enough squabbles as is, and I'm not in the mood for more. You wonât be arguing with Yoru. Is that clear?â
âŠ
You forced a smile and nodded. With how stern her tone was, her rigid posture and those piercing green eyes, how could you not be alarmed?
âIâllâ uh, youâ you have my word.â
âDo I?â
You nodded once more. And this time, it was only a tiny bit more convincing than the previous one.
âGood. Well then. Chop chop.â
You were finally allowed to leave, and this chance was immediately taken before sheâd say anything else. With a loud slam, you left her office and immediately made your way down the halls towards the more familiar sections of the HQ.
And on the way, sure you intended on keeping your no-argument promise, you were also desperately hoping that heâd say no.
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With Yoru by your side, it felt like the very grim reaper decided to accompany you, despite the fact that his skin beamed like that of a newborn babyâs. Cute, admittedly, but you still had to work with someone who probably hates your guts and you didnât know why he even said yes.
Fun.Â
Nevertheless, unable to go back, you were forced to exit the vehicle and make your way towards a deserted part of town. Guns in hand, you were nearly ready until you took in the sight that befell you.Â
Sure, it was just an alley, but the rows of buildings that towered over you on each side were stunning, especially when combined with the gentle touch of the morning sunâs rays. Built with unfathomable meticulousness, their baroque architecture rendered your mind blank for a few seconds. It felt like you were staring at a renaissance painting in real time.
Yoru immediately noticed your silence.
âWhatâs up with you?â
You were ripped away from your hypnotic state, anxiously cradling your Bulldog like a baby.
âNothing, Iââ you turned your gaze to the path, âjust surprised.â
Though you were angry at him in every sense of the word, you couldnât help but note the tone of that question. What the hell?
You met his gaze.
âAre you okay?â
Yoru cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the exit way in front of you.
âTell me you read the brief.â
âIâ uh, what? Duh, why wouldnât I?â
âGreat. So that means I won't have to baby you.â
You rolled your eyes and moved past an abandoned bicycle, strapped to a withered tree growing through the flooring, somehow. Surprisingly enough, Yoru took a sharp turn towards said bike.
âWait, wait, where are we going?â
âThe Radianite reserves, lady.â
He explained. And only when you followed him did you see a black gate, obscured by the tree. You held your weapon and followed him in silence in an attempt to shield your embarrassment.
The mission sounded easy enough, though. Go in, delete some files, and get out. Boom, done.
Both of you climbed up the stairs, and you were unable to voice a question that randomly popped up earlier. Were the mirrors really just them, but from another earth? It sounded so surreal, not when you havenât even caught a glimpseâ
âLocked.â
Yoru said, attempting to force the doors to one of the buildings open. You stepped up, looking around for any other entrances. Aside from windows waiting to be shot, there was naught, and Viper specifically stated that nothing be damaged unless itâs an emergency.
And the feeling that Yoru would constitute this as an emergency popped up. Heâs going to punch or shoot the glass, isnât he?
âWell, we can always just find another door.â
âTch, what are we, delivery boys?â
Or girl scouts. He pulled back his arm.
âYoru, waitââ
A loud contorting sound took over your ears. But instead of breaking the window, you watched his fingers somehow disappear like they were being cut off. Then, he moved his arm, and a massive rip formed in front of him, various shades of blue merging together each second that counted by. It dwarfed you in height, considering that it worked to match his.
It was as if he tore the very air to reveal⊠whatever that was. And to say you were baffled would be an understatement.
âUhââ
âStay here.â
He ordered, and slipped into the dimension, the storm of blue surrounding him like some form of ethereal being. However, amidst your shock, you noticed the opening close.
âYoru, wait, donâtââ
With one swift motion, it sewed itself shut, and he was gone.
â...leave me hereâŠâ
You brought the bulldog close to your chest and hugged it, rapidly looking around. You were jumpy. So much so, the sounds of the very leaves touching the ground made you react, even the pebbles that were crushed under you with each step.
Where the hell did he go? The least he couldâve done was provide a demonstration for his abilities!
But then again, you just argued⊠Gah, that idiot. Does he ever think logically?! What if one of the mirrors already arrived and could see you out in the streets like this?
You jumped and aimed at the door once the doorknob twisted. With each second the person behind it spent fumbling with it, you backed up, doing your best to keep your aim steady. And with one more click, it swung open, revealingâŠ
Yoru.Â
âHowââ
âHurry up.â
He ushered you inside, giving you only a picosecond to comprehend what the hell he just did.
You huffed and walked behind him, using the lingering glowing shards of blue that surrounded him as a guide amidst the darkness of the building. Whatever was inside, you werenât sure, but you knew the colours were stunning.
You suddenly felt a burst of confidence, especially since he willingly came along.
"Couldn't help yourself, huh?"
And you immediately regretted saying that.
"Tch, as if. Viper forced me here because you'd freak out working with people you don't know."
"Oh⊠really?"
"I would've expected you to at least talk to Sova or Astra. But if I were you, I'd stay away from the Chamber and Fade."
You stared at the elevator you both neared for a moment, the metal doors glimmering in the darkness almost like a guide built especially for you.
"Why?"
"I just don't trust either of them. Unless you're into animals, Chamber's good with those, I guess."
"Isn't that Gekko's thing?"
"Gekko has asthma, genius."
He promptly pressed the button on the elevator. Surprisingly enough, it still functioned, and a green ring encircled the button alongside the distant rumbling. Against the eerie silence around you, it stood out, like a distant titan taking slow steps towards the city.
How the hell did Yoru of all people keep track of everyoneâs ailments? Even you forgot he had asthma. The silent screech of the elevator doors sliding open promptly snatched your attention.
âYou know, for a loner, you know a lot about everyone."
"Someone has to babysit when Sage isn't around."
You giggled, entering alongside him.
"Really? Who's the hardest to babysit?"
"All of them."
Yoru slipped out a disc from his pocket and attached it to the screen of the elevatorâs keypad. With a press of the button proudly displayed on the front, it glowed and immediately began working at the elevator, moving you towards the reserves.
You werenât sure whether or not he was just bragging or being truthful about this babysitting thing, but it was funny to imagine. Yoru completely lacked the patience Sage was endowed with. Maybe one day youâd walk in on him tossing someone to a rift.
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The moment the elevator opened, Yoru immediately walked out and marched across the massive room you werenât given a moment to process, moving in between the stacks upon stacks of glowing cyan boxes. This sight, though normal to him, was completely arcane to you. Said boxes were the only sources of light in the area. Combined with the dust and the intimidating darkness, it was hard to tell whatâs what, despite their insistence on how simple the mission is.
âA/N. That wall next to the cables,â he pointed at the far left corner of the area, âfind a way to break it down without too much damage.â
You looked over at where he pointed.
It matched up with the words on the brief, there was a room on the other side that was so well-hidden it was nearly impossible to get in traditionally.
âDidnât Viper say that there shouldnât be any damage?â
He took out a flash drive, inserting it into the computer and turning it on. It allowed Cypher access to exactly what he wanted, and you could tell he immediately got to deleting by the command prompt that popped up.
âThat was a recommendation.â
Right.Â
You turned and stopped in front of the wall, held out your hand and worked on only emerging a small part of your hand. Most importantly, your pinky finger, so that it doesnât take much room. Your eyes were stuck on the ground and you watched it diligently, waiting to detect any shadow that was out of place.
And as you worked, a tiny portion of your mind wandered elsewhere.
You could see why Viper picked this mission for you. All you had to do was take away any proof that radianite exists in this area, and youâre gone. Nothing too heavy, and perfect enough for you to comprehend what was to come. Even Yoru looked bored out of his mind as he worked.
Clearly, what he was used to was so much worse. Duh. He proudly showcased his previously mangled neck to you a few days ago.
But unlike him, you felt excited. This was the perfect way to ease you into things.
The air then stopped.
With a loud bang, an invisible force smashed against a portion of the concrete wall, breaking down an entrance. It was barely wide and tall enough to fit you. Without words, you knew Yoru would give you a dirty look, wouldnât he? But then again, you also thought heâd be savagely breaking his way in, so.
You gently twisted your hand, and more of the wall came tumbling down, large chunks of it piling on to the ground alongside the debris that scattered like scared fish. You successfully formed an âelegantâ entrance enough to fit either of you, but not too big to break down the roof on top of you.
Perfect.
âHoy, Iâm going in!â
You called out, earning a hum from him. And with that, you entered, taking in the more crowded area.
Boxes were scattered everywhere, and so were the cables. Blueprints, paperwork, drawers upon drawers, all of it added on to the messy look of the room. Clearly, this area carried the most confidential data. You observed the contents for a few seconds, perking up at the sight of another computer.
Bingo.
Taking out your own gadget, you plugged it in and turned it on, watching as the flash drive worked to infiltrate whatever was within. Scanning, taking in the information, isolating what was important, then swiping it. Judging by the fact it took three minutes to even get to one percent, you were sure it would take a while.
You took a step back with a sigh, setting down your weapon on the massive mouse pad and looking around.Â
A thump from above made you jump, and on instinct, you immediately looked up. Your vision proved to be useless, but your other senses werenât. Your palpitations increased exponentially once another thump echoed throughout. Then, a set of noises that you could make out as footsteps.
Multiple.Â
âYoru, Iâ uh, I think thereâs people here.â
âThere arenât. They donât have any data about this place.â
You snatched your gun and took a step back, sweat dripping down your chin.
âI donât think itâs the mirrorsâ I donât know, but thereâs someone here! Donât you hear them?â
You could barely hear a distant sigh. Then, loud contortion, and a tinge of blue that softly illuminated the ground.
Crap.Â
âHide. Make sure nobody sees you. Iâll take care of it.â
âDonât leave me again!â
The blue grew stronger, and even his voice was slightly altered as he stepped into the rift.
âRelax, you can hold out until the files are wiped.â
You couldnât. Thatâs what you wanted to say. But the blue was promptly swallowed up and thus, it finalised Yoruâs journey into the other dimension.Â
You jumped and moved away further, your back pressing up against the wall with the Bulldog in your hand. Instead of holding it like a weapon, you resorted to hugging it for comfort. With every drop of adrenaline that filled your veins, everything Harbour taught you further dissipated. Hot flashes on your neck, your eyes darting to every section of the roof with each noise; you werenât ready.
Nobody was supposed to be here.
You took a deep breath, muttering a few repetitive phrases in Tagalog in an attempt to reassure yourself. Youâll be fine, right? You will be. Even the brief stated that your partner will take care of everything over your head. All you have to do is wait. Besides, how couldnât you trust Yoru? His actions spoke louder than anything else, and you knew that heâd protectâ
You jumped once the elevators let out a loud ding, the doors sliding open and allowing the light to accentuate two looming silhouettes. Neither of them sported any features that reminded you of Yoru. Not their hair, not the spikes, nothing.
Youâll be fine, you thought, desperate for any hint of reassurance.
You silently moved towards a pitch black area, everything obscured by the shadows, only interrupted by a single radianite crate that sat inconspicuously right across from the computer. Then, you hid behind it.
âLook, look, thereâs a hole here!â
A feminine voice called out. And just from the accent, the slight gruffness of it, you knew it was Raze. Her partner said something else, but your mind hyper focused on the nearing footsteps, your clammy hand tightly clutching your weapon.
Then, she stopped, taking a deep breath.
âDo you⊠Do you smell that?â
Their partner walked in, their tall silhouette growing more visible from where you hid with each step.
âGuns up.â
Your breathing hitched, and you pushed yourself further onto the wall, relying on the crate to protect you. You hadnât noticed it, but your right hand was seeping a dangerous amount of poison.
âThe computer, itâs on! Wait, let me get a closer look.â
âRaze, be careful. Iâll cover you.â
She rushed up to the computer and immediately set down her Vandal, reading what was on the screen. After almost twenty minutes, it had only gotten up to ten percent. Then she tugged on her colourful hat in irritation.
âBah, eu nĂŁo posso trabalhar com esse cheiro estĂșpido,â <Bah, I can't work with this stupid smell,>âÂ
God, you couldnât focus.
There was this horrible stinging in your chest, and you couldnât breathe properly no matter how much you tried. Thoughts of your incoming death warped your frame of mind, and with each passing second, you were more and more convinced that this is it.
You were going to die.
Despite the anguish, you worked to fix your posture and aim at Razeâs head, struggling to keep a steady hold with how horrible you felt. Finger on the trigger, just one push, and sheâd die before you could.
âGET DOWN!â
One called out, before loud gunfire rang out from far away, coupled with a deafening string of vivid distortion. Though you pulled the trigger, Raze already had her gun in her hand and rushed across the room, unable to hear or see you from the ruckus outside.
Then, the radio cracked in your ear, wincing under the loud gunshots that whizzed by Yoruâs cheek.
âA/N, hide until the transferâs done, I have this under control.â
You wanted to speak. You wanted to respond. You wanted to say something, anything. But you couldnât bring yourself to move. Under the command of your primal instincts, you pushed yourself against the wall once more, staring at the ground in shock.
All you could hear were your palpitations, and your other senses were clogged up by way more than you could possibly process.
Yoru, on the other hand, was aggravated by the situation.
They ensured that the mirrors had no idea about this placeâs existence. Hell, the entire reason you even came here was to take away anything that they could go off of. Yet, here they were, and he knew you couldnât do anything. In this situation, you were useless, he thought, shoving his hand into the rift and taking out a flash.
With Sova blinded, he peeked just enough to be able to gun him down, yet remained concealed from Razeâs shots. Fatuous, they only dug through the pillar he hid behind.
They were to be killed under Brimstoneâs orders.
Then, with another flash, he peeked, eyes widening once he saw her rush towards the area you were hiding in. Damn it.
Yoru stepped out, gun in hand, rapidly thinking of a way to get her out and keep you concealed. But Raze had a different idea. It didnât matter if she was going to die, all she needed to do was stop the files from being deleted.
He stopped the moment he heard a number of familiar beeping, ones you didnât recognise. All without exposing herself, her bright orange bomb was promptly rolled towards the computer, ticking down. Yoruâs eyes widened.
Then, the air stopped.
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The process was interrupted. But it wasnât yours, it was the computer he had been working on, now completely destroyed. Now, they relied on knowing where your progress had stopped. Itâs not like it was an easy thing to find out either, not when the entire area you were hiding in had been completely engulfed in piles upon piles of concrete.
Yoru coughed and waved the debris away, taking a few steps back to breathe properly. And there, he could see that the floor above had tumbled down on where you were.Â
For the first time, he panicked.
âA/Nâ A/N, where are you?!â
He immediately called out, tucking away his Sheriff and approaching the dilapidated section you were in. Yoru prayed that you werenât dead. But your lack of response made that contingency highly possible.
âA/N!â
No response. No time to waste, either. He quickly got to work on getting to where he knew you were. Forced to follow the strong unpleasant scent he really wanted to get away from, he had to find you.
Yoru couldnât find a way to get through the stacks of concrete. The idea to simply go to the floor above you and jump down popped up in his mind, but then, how would he make it back out? He couldnât get you through the teleporter.
Then, he found a small opening around the constricted corner, immediately slipping a teleport through and allowing it to make its way inside.Â
He promptly tore through the rift and stepped back just in case anything would fall through. But thankfully, nothing did, and from what he could see, it was safe enough for him to step through.
And step through he did, the entrance sewing itself shut from behind as he observed the area from the other side. To his left was a pool of blood that increased by the second. He was surprised, butâŠ
âA/N, where the hell are you?!â
He exclaimed and took out his gun, immediately looking around just in case it was Raze who made it. Stepping through the boxes, he found the computer sitting just across from him, the screen glowing a blinding shade of white. And next to it wasâŠ
You.Â
Curled up into a ball, hugging your knees, eyes wide open and locked on the ground.
He hid his weapon and approached you, taking a deep breath. Yoru made no attempt to hide his annoyance as he looked down on you, waiting for you to stand up at the sight of him.
âLetâs go, theyâre both dead. Are the files gone?â
Then, he looked back at the screen, noticing that the percentage had jumped up to ninety percent in forty minutes. But there was naught of an answer from you. Yoru, concerned, met your gaze. But you still didnât look back at him.
âHey, you there?â
âŠ
Nothing.
He moved in front of you and got on one knee. But even then, your eyes were locked on the ground, as if you didnât acknowledge he was there. Only now did he notice that you were shaking violently, coupled with your extremely inconsistent breathing. It bordered on hyperventilation, but youâd suddenly hold your breath for way too long. No, itâs not that you didnât acknowledge his presence, you just didnât see him.
Yoruâs gaze softened, and so did his posture. He could feel your alarmingly high palpitations just from getting near you.
âCan you hear me?â
It took you a second to even notice what looked like a massive lump of blue in front of you, the various shades and intricate details of it too overwhelming to comprehend.
You stared at him for a few seconds, liquid dripping down your right hand. Being so close to you, the poisonâs effects on him made him both dizzy and despondent, but he knew he couldnât leave you like this.
âIâ I think Iâm-â you gasped, âIâm dying, Iâm dyingâ I, I thinkââ
âHey, itâs fine, theyâre gone. Youâre safe.â
âIâm dying, Iâm dying, Yoru, Iâmââ you shook your head, struggling to breathe, âIâm going to die,â
âIâm with you. Itâs okay.â
Itâs not like itâs anything new. Yoru saw you panic before. Multiple times. But this wasnât you mumbling while clutching your temples like you usually did, no. This was different.Â
You met his gaze, taking note of his tone. You didnât know what it was, but there was an unfamiliar air of benevolence that threatened to extinguish your panic.
âAâ are weâ are we going to die? Are we going to die?â
He shook his head, slow enough for you to grasp what he meant.
âNo, weâre safe.â
âAre we going to die?â
âNo.â
You huffed, taking in a sudden gust of air. So sudden, it felt like an ice cold knife plunged your lungs.
âI, I canât, I canâtâ my arms, Iâ I canât feel theâ I canât feel my arms.â
Yoru stared at you for a few seconds. Then, your hands, the clear poison allowing it to glimmer as it dripped down to the already soaked ground. He hesitated.
âIf you want, I can hold them.â
âŠ
You nodded repetitively, even after his fingers slowly intertwined with yours. Now, with his touch, you could finally feel the hands that were attached to you, and it helped ground you back to reality. Of course, it still wasnât enough to take the horrifying sense of doom away. That, and the terrible heaviness in your chest.
It felt like you were having a heart attack. But for some reason, you just couldnât muster up the words to tell him what was happening, not when your mind repeated only a select few phrases and focused on death so much.
âAre we going to die?â
âNo, no. Weâre fine.â
You stared at him for a few seconds, before turning your gaze back to the coarse ground. It felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your skull with how wide you had your lids open.
âTake a deep breath, okay? Iâll help you.â
You nodded and met his gaze, sweat dripping down your chin. Yoru, seeing this, wasted no time. He took a deep, slow breath, and you watched him diligently, like an oncoming explosion.
âOne,â
Then, Yoru exhaled slowly,
âTwo. Like that. Now, follow me,â
Just as Yoru repeated the first step, you followed along, taking a deep and shaky breath, one that stopped halfway through.
âOne,â
He then exhaled. But this time, your breathing was only slightly more consistent, but the panic that stabbed at you like demons made it all the more difficult to focus on him.
âTwo. Again, okay?â
You nodded, tightly clutching his hand in an effort to distract yourself from the situation. Though he winced at the strength of your hold, he didnât let it derail from what the main objective was. Not the firm embrace, not the harrowing scent that sent a painful sensation across his head.
Coupled with how close he was, the discomfort only grew.
Both of you repeated the process. And since you were incredibly focused on getting your breathing back in order, with his help, you managed to gain a small amount of your rationality back; enough to remember that you were on a mission. You remembered panicking at the sight of Razeâs bomb. And with one swipe, it all came tumbling down.
âYoru, Iââ
You turned your gaze elsewhere, dread still bleeding into your voice.
âCan we⊠Can we leave? Iâ I canât stay here anymore.â
He stared at you for a moment. Then, the computer, noting the progress. Ninety five percent.
âŠ
âSure. Letâs go.â
He helped you stand up and turned to the pile of cement, already forming a plan on how to clear a way for you.
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The new âI Am Zukoâ book implied that him and Mai met at Ember Island as kids and soon after became childhood sweethearts. What are your thoughts on this new canon Maiko crumb?
For easy reference, I found the page in question. And for posterity, here's the quote:
Something else I learned about was love. Azula's friend Mai and I had known each other as kids when my family vacationed at a beach house on Ember Island. My journey took me back to that island, and back to Mai.
It might be adding a few complications to the history we had before. Not that complications are bad!
The previous uncomplicated lore, as referenced directly in this quote, was that Mai had always been Azula's friend, and so we had all assumed that either Mai was a designated playmate for Azula or else they met at school. Either way, Zuko had to meet Mai through Azula, usually assumed to be a playdate visit of some kind. It's notable, though, that Mai was always said to be roughly a year older than Azula and Ty Lee both, so either Mai was one of the older kids in that class, or there were other circumstances that put Mai into their orbit.
Now, we could still keep that aspect prioritized if we want; Zuko could have met Mai because Azula brought her friend(s) along on an Ember Island vacation. However, I don't think that's what's being implied by this quote. "[We] had known each other as kids" doesn't seem to suggest a first meeting; it sounds more like an ongoing relationship. And if Mai is already Azula's friend, then Zuko's and Mai's interactions surely aren't going to just be limited to Ember Island. So the implication is that Zuko knew Mai this way before Azula got involved.
'The Beach' gives us flashbacks to Zuko's fond memories of the place (and here's where it gets awkward with this new info, as I'd expect Mai to be part of those flashbacks, despite the focus on his family), but the only ones we can confirm as taking place on Ember Island itself seem to show Zuko as a baby:
The others, showing an older Zuko, take place in some kind of thick grassy area that doesn't look like any parts of the island we were shown. So, maybe baby!Zuko and baby!Mai were tots when they met. Zuko is 1-2 years older than Mai, so we are talking babies babies, not fan-speak for someone younger than 17. Yet Zuko at least remembers these moments (if we take the flashbacks as his literal memories), so maybe we can't go by the art on that. Maybe it's metaphorical and his baby-ness is just to show his youth and innocence. But I doubt Mai would be old enough to remember such a thing. And maybe that's okay, since the "I Am Zuko" book is very obviously from his POV, so his memories are the only ones we can go by, anyway.
But, again, if we go by what's implied in the language of "[we] had known each other," they weren't just babies playing next to each other in the sand while barely old enough to comprehend each other's existence. They must have been older. But if that's the case, then where was Azula in all this? Well, Zuko is 2-3 years older than her and Mai is roughly a year older than her, so perhaps Azula was too young to be concerned about other kids at that point or otherwise not interested in being social.
So the implication of those 22 words I have spent six paragraphs and two pictures (so far) analyzing is that Zuko and Mai had a real childhood friendship which predates Azula's involvement. Zuko has 'priority' in the matter of Mai over his sister, which ties neatly to who Mai eventually sides with his over Azula.
But does that undermine the existing narrative? That Mai, at the Boiling Rock, performed this great romantic act of courage and defied her dangerous master for this boy who taught her the power of hope again? If she was always truly Zuko's friend, does that make her act weaker?
I don't think so, myself.
I think it fits neatly with the idea of Azula competing with Zuko at every available opportunity, as influenced by their father and Fire Nation culture. Azula eventually saw something Zuko had -- a friend -- and decided to take it from him. Either Zuko didn't put up a fight or lost that battle. And Azula proceeded to lord her victory over him by having his former friend trailing behind her like a servant. Even when Mai and Zuko started a romance, Azula continued to maintain control, as shown off by the picnic scene where she orders Mai away with a veiled command and gets secret side-eye from Mai in return.
It's a handy little way to explain Zuko's own lack of visible friends. Maybe he didn't bother trying to make such connections with other people after Azula stole one of his first friends. It's also a convenient little excuse for how Azula pulled in a girl about a year older into her friend circle; they don't need to be in the same classes at the academy because Azula already knew Mai through Zuko.
And Mai clearly gave in to this little conflict between Zuko and Azula, so her later showing the courage to stand with Zuko at the critical moment still has the power of a good character arc. I don't think it makes her arc stronger, but neither do I think it weakens it. It just adds a little more texture, which of course is always welcome to shippers and fanfic-writers.
It does raise the question, though, of why Zuko had to meet Mai on Ember Island when she lives across the street from him. But it's not anything insurmountable, as her family is clearly depicted as on the rise when we're first introduced to them in 'Return to Omashu,' so perhaps they were rich enough to visit Ember Island but didn't yet live near the palace or even in the Caldera. Perhaps their arrival in the capital, and Mai entering the Academy, is what prompted Azula to make her move and steal Zuko's friend. If Mai spent the formative years of her childhood elsewhere, it would explain a little more why she was so bored that she taught herself throw knives. Azula tends to make lives interesting, I would think.
So there we go. One page in a Little Golden Book gave us all those thoughts. Not a bad investment.
However, I doubt we'll see any further explanation or acknowledgement of any of this in official fiction. From the quotes we've gotten, the Avatar Studios folk and especially The Mike and The Bryan seem to favor a loose continuity that isn't getting hung up on the details.
But this is certainly something us fans can run with. I'm already brainstorming ideas for some way to make use of this in a comedic fanfic. ;)
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shđp update is LIVE hello
welcome a couple new additions, i have these new rainbow acrylic magolor charms which i'm super happy with, and pin badges/buttons, with preexisting art from my other charms on them, as a sort of cheaper alternative for people. i also got a restock of my existing meta knight charms, which i ran out of last week, if anyone was looking forward to that. as usual i would appreciate if people checked it out if interested!
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other notable shop updates, under the cut:
the b-grades listing is no more. b and c grades have now been absorbed into their respective listings. apparently most people don't look around at a shop's other listings when buying, so people kept missing that there were b-grades in the first place. hopefully this will lead to them getting sold now. unfortunately this has the side effect of making everything look way cheaper than it is, however, because et//sy will have the cheapest option on your listing appear as the default price before you click on the listing. no sorry i regret to inform you the morpho/galacta charms are Not $2 each lmao
speaking of b-grades, i went and took new pics of all of them. if anyone was on the fence about them before because i didn't provide enough pictures, lo and behold b-grade pictures galore. this meta knight restock i received ended up having my highest defect rate ever (which sucks, but it happens) so i have a lot of them to get rid of. again, if anyone doesn't mind a few dents or white marks and loves a couple bucks off their order, please take a look!
some eagle eyed folks might notice there's a design in the pins that isn't one of my preexisting charms. crowned magolor is a different thing that is in production (or just finished production a few days ago, actually), though it'll be probably a good 2-3 months before it goes up in the shop for reasons anyways. that one will be its own full charm too eventually
anddd last thing. anyone who orders might get a freebie test pin in their order. it's not a promotion or anything i just have a ton of these things i practiced with that i can't sell. the only issues with them are they were scaled too big or theyre Very off centered. enjoy if you receive one
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hi guys long time no post! in an attempt to get rid of art block, I drew one Ryan Ross portrait everyday for a week. here are the results lol
commentary under the cut:
Iâve been in an art block for about a year or so (read; I havenât made any art im serious about for like a year), so for some reason I wanted to reignite my love of portraiture using Ryan Rossâwhy Ryan Ross, you ask? no clue, just felt like it. could have easily been Patrick Stump tbh. so anyway, I wanted to get better at using references so everyday I picked a picture of ryro off of Pinterest and drew it for a week.
hereâs what I learned:
(above) this is day 1 vs. day 7 âI donât think I can quite call this an improvement as opposed to me getting used to drawing again (I donât think my skill level has changed, just that it took me a while to figure out how to use a pen again)
for the sake of consistency, I only chose pictures of him from this specific era (headband, vest, tie, dress shirt), but itâs so interesting to see how Ryan Ross has changed (appearance-wise) throughout the years. i would say the peak of his fame was his teenage years up to early adulthood, so this era of his life is remarkably well documented. for better or for worse, this is notably a time of a lot of change for most people (speaking from experience), so I canât imagine what it feels like for all of those changes to be documented on the internet
along those lines, I canât imagine what itâs like to be perpetually a teenager in the eyes of the internet. almost every image of him on Pinterest is in the pre-split panic era, which is unsurprising but it makes he hard to remember that man is well into his 30s now. thereâs this weird pseudo-infantilism and martyrdom of Ryan Ross on the internet because (as mentioned before) the peak of his fame was when he was a teenager, and he essentially disappeared from the internet when he was a young adult. I wonder what itâs like for your legacy to be your teenage self? my teenage years were probably the worst years of my life, I canât imagine being solely known for 17-18 year old me. me drawing seven portraits of like a 20 year old Ryan Ross obviously does not help combat this perception of Ryan Ross, but I figured that Iâd post it anyway (if not for the art, then for the learning experience) âto make a long thought short, itâs a little odd to see such a big difference between Ryan Ross and his legacy/reputation on the internet. I think a lot of us have a hard time remembering that Ryan Ross is a 37 year old man, not a symbol of pre-split panic.
art wise, the biggest lesson here is that progress is not linear. which, to be fair, I feel like this is a very common saying. but I think the day four portrait is my favorite, and the day five portrait is the worse. go figure
as a side note, my theory is that every artist goes through a phase where their style focuses on one or two of the elements of art. I think im currently in my line and shape phase (and will probably be for the foreseeable future)
anyway, those are all my thought. thanks to u if you read through this entire thing, lolz, I appreciate u lots of
see u all next time <3
#panic at the disco fanart#ryan ross#ryro#ryro fanart#ryan ross fanart#art#digital art#my art#portrait#girl help I canât draw anymore#girl help I forgot how to draw#girl help#help#anyway see u guys in 3-4 months#xoxo my art
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