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dr-futbol-blog · 2 months ago

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Runner, Pt. 6

While Sheppard and Teyla are playing grab-ass in the cave, Lorne seems to be fraying his last nerve with McKay not getting a move on. He tells him to suck it up and get going:

Lorne: OK, you've had your fresh air. C'mon, let's go. McKay: Well, shouldn't we be headed back? I mean, it must have been half an hour. Lorne: It's been fifteen minutes. McKay: Oh, really? I thought... It feels longer.

This is interesting in a couple of regards.

For one, this scene transitions directly from the scene in the cave where Sheppard tells Teyla that what she was doing did not feel like what she was doing. He misinterpreted her action on the basis of missing a contextual clue. It's not an accident that their scene transitions into this one. Because a distorted sense of time is yet another sign of dissociation. In fact, this scene is one of the most explicit examples of McKay displaying signs of "clinical dissociation". And like always, this scene is played out for comedy, the darker aspects of what he does are purposefully obscured. Notice that for McKay, time had slowed down. He's taking a break, so the usual thing would be for someone that is exhausted to think that the break had gone on by too quickly, they could use a few extra minutes.

McKay tells Lorne that the time that has passed feels longer to him. The negative valence of traumatic events creates time dilation, makes time slow down, makes the suffering feel unending. This scene is extremely telling in this regard because if McKay was just being the kind of lazy-ass that Lorne clearly thinks he is, his feeling would be the polar opposite. Also the fact that he thinks that half an hour has passed on their way there and it would take another half hour to get back would mean that Lorne will have spent an hour under the radiation, so McKay still seems to be worrying about Lorne's safety here. What Lorne thinks McKay is doing is trying to weasel his way out of searching for Sheppard, which could not be further from the truth.

It seems like Lorne can no longer keep in it. He turns his back to McKay and grumbles:

Lorne: Wow, you must really be some kind of genius! McKay: Well, as a matter of fact, I... wait a minute. See, why would you say that now? Lorne: Something has to have kept Colonel Sheppard from shooting you all this time! McKay: Yeah, yeah, like I didn't see that one coming, huh?!

Even now, with as direct as Lorne is being with his disdain, it takes McKay a moment to realize that the man is disparaging him. And he still probably doesn't understand why Lorne would be feeling this way. Sure, it might hurt his feelings, it might remind him of high school bullies, but he's mostly unfazed by other people's opinions of him because he doesn't think about most people enough for their opinions to matter to him. If they fail to recognize his genius, that just reflects badly on them. But Lorne mentions Sheppard here, and that stings. Sure, Lorne doesn't know that this is not normal behaviour for McKay. Lorne does not know that the time Sheppard threatened to shoot McKay himself, he was trying to draw a sadistic psychopath's attention away from McKay and onto himself to keep him safe. He does not know that not only does Sheppard not want to shoot McKay, he has shot and killed several people for McKay. He has kept many people from shooting McKay. In the future, when Sheppard does (unintentionally) shoot McKay, when McKay gets injured and it's his fault, learning to live with that knowledge is one of the hardest things he ever does.

Something has kept Sheppard from shooting McKay all this time, and that something is love, not his genius. McKay may be a genius, but that's not what Sheppard loves about him, is not why he loves him. McKay is literally the last person Sheppard would want to shoot even when he's driving him up the wall. And the fact that Lorne doesn't see this when previously people that had only just met Sheppard and McKay were able to observe that these people were important to one another speaks volumes about something having changed between them. But Lorne using Sheppard as a blunt instrument to whack McKay with does hurt. And much more than that, it makes him think about Sheppard when his mind is already working overtime trying to keep from completely falling apart.

Before he's even really had time to process what Lorne means by all of this, the Major gets stunned by a wraith weapon in what could be described as dramatic irony (it is because of Sheppard that Ford both takes out Lorne and leaves McKay unharmed). While they had been looking for Ford, it is Ford that finds McKay. And for all Lorne had been taking digs at him, McKay does seem to worry about his well-being.

Ford: Will you relax, McKay? McKay: Ford! Ford: How about you drop your gun? I know what you're like with weapons, I wouldn't want it accidentally going off while it's pointed at me.

Ford is also taking a dig at McKay, and this much is easy. But what's interesting here is that the way McKay holding his weapon, he actually has a really good grip on it. Like, he's clearly been practicing shooting, probably at the shooting range, likely with Sheppard, and possibly even while they've been doing forward rolls. He looks clumsy when he's getting the gun out of his holster because he's wearing rubber gloves but otherwise, his form looks real good. For all Lorne may think he's not fit for the field and although he never quite seems to get a hold of the tactical hand signs, he has been practicing.

What's interesting is that despite Lorne having just shown McKay just how little he thinks of him, he refuses to leave him behind. Because the thing is, as much as Lorne may have thought he was on baby-sitting duty, McKay thought the same thing. Lorne is a solider under Sheppard's command which means that McKay sees it as his duty to protect this clueless newcomer. He is much more experienced running missions in Pegasus and may even believe that Sheppard had paired him up with the new Major to make sure he doesn't get himself killed by something alien on his first mission. A man under Sheppard's command is under his protection because he knows how much Sheppard cares about his men.

Regardless, he knows he's no mach for hopped up Ford, and he figures leaving stunned Lorne behind is better than provoking Ford into doing something permanent to him. His survival instinct is telling him just to play along, and he's talking to Ford as though one would to a crazy person. Carefully and going along with what ever they say. He's trying to think of any way he could convince Ford to come with him, or to escape him, or to take him down, all the way up until he says the magic word:

Ford: First we have to save Major Sheppard and Teyla.McKay: Right, and you know where they are? Ford: Yeah. McKay: Which way did you...?

Ford tells him that Sheppard is alive. He might be in trouble, but he's still alive. Something changes in McKay's eyes when he hears this. There's such innocent, earnest hope in them. He quickly looks down and keeps from meeting Ford's eyes so as not to let him see how much hearing that meant to him. He knows they make each other vulnerable, he knows that people will try to use their love for one another against them, so he has learned to disguise how much Sheppard means to him from hostiles. And while Ford should not be a hostile, Ford should already know perfectly well how much Sheppard means to him, some instinct is telling him to downplay it to him here. Ford does know that he cares about Sheppard but he does not have to know just how much he cares.

And just as suddenly, he's ready for action again. He's not tired or disoriented, he is a man on a mission. He is not following Ford into the woods (actually, he seems to take point) because he feels like he doesn't have a choice, he follows him because he hopes that he actually can lead him to Sheppard. And so, he tries to make nice with a man that is clearly in control of his faculties and is obviously very, very dangerous.

Ford: So obviously the Wraith didn't destroy Atlantis. McKay: Mmm. Ford: Anything else happen since I've been gone? McKay: Uh, Major Sheppard got promoted to Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard. Ford: Really? McKay: Yeah. Ford: Good for him! McKay: Yeah.

McKay gives Ford a noncommittal answer about the fate of Atlantis, since he knows better than to give out their strategic position to a possible hostile. But it's notable that once more, McKay just has to bring up Sheppard. For one, this tells us that Sheppard is on his mind, is constantly on his mind, and it's Sheppard that he has been thinking about the whole time he's been out in the woods. And furthermore, it's not only the first thing that comes into his mind when asked about anything new having happened, it's the only thing that comes to his mind. Sheppard is his world, and hence the biggest thing that has happened in his world recently was Sheppard's promotion. Like, he could have told Ford they visited Earth, for one.

Earth is a thing they have in common, it's a topic for small-talk. And by mentioning Sheppard's promotion, he is sort of hinting at this fact. But Sheppard's promotion was more important to him than visiting Earth had been. Also, McKay's response to Ford's "Good for him!" is likewise telling. The way he says "Yeah..." is like he's not quite sure he agrees. It is good for Sheppard to get a promotion. As far as McKay thinks, he deserves it. But his promotion had also made things much more difficult for the two of them. His promotion had been one of the things that became wedged between them. His feelings about it were ambivalent. Where Ford looks genuinely happy for his former CO, McKay looks almost sad about it.

It's also noticeable that while Ford is clearly having trouble focusing either due to his use of the enzyme or just having been in the sun of the planet for too long, McKay's focus never wavers. Finding Sheppard is the only thing he cares about, and he's trying to keep Ford's focus on this too.

McKay: You sure this is the right way? Ford: Yeah, I'm sure. Keep moving. McKay: You say this guy has them. Ford: Yeah. McKay: What guy? Ford: I don't know! What do you mean, ‘what guy?' A guy!

Ford sounds pretty exhausted as they walk through the forest, and he's trailing behind McKay. It's possible he hasn't eaten, had a drink of water or slept in a very long time, the euphoria of the enzyme sustaining him. He clearly has some trouble keeping his thoughts together and focusing. All the same, he told McKay that the enzyme is the best thing that has ever happened to him, showing us that his addiction has completely taken over his life. He thinks that the enzyme makes him better, makes him something more, makes him a supersoldier, where it actually seems to be running him into the ground. There is some kind of a contrast with McKay dealing with Ford while Sheppard is dealing with Ronon at the same time. It's possible the characters mirror themselves and how they are attempting to deal with their issues (given that Ford had been used as a mirror for McKay earlier), but just as well it's possible that here Ronon symbolizes McKay for Sheppard and Ford symbolizes Sheppard for McKay (Ronon is standing outside the cave with the radio as they hail for Dr McKay and his position).

We do see Major Lorne being replaced by Lieutenant Ford as McKay's situation gets suddenly worse. While Sheppard's promotion ('enzyme') may well be the best thing that has ever happened to him in some regards, in others it is making him erase his humanity to be able to fulfill the role of a leader. This new role has forced him to strip many things that made him him to be able to fill shoes that are just a little bit too big for him. As for McKay, he is definitely trying to outrun his emotions where being a member of Sheppard's team attaches McKay to him as surely as the tracker attaches Ronon to the wraith. Again, this may be stretching the symbolism of it all, but there's something in Sheppard's interaction with Ronon and McKay's interaction with Ford that is purposefully run in parallel.

Regardless, McKay is not letting up about this guy that has Sheppard. He keeps trying top bring Ford back to the topic time and again:

McKay: You were saying? Ford: What? McKay: About the guy. Ford: Right. So this one wraith, armed to the teeth, comes walking towards the gate. I figure one wraith by himself is easy pickings, so I followed him here to this planet. Anyway, I think he was looking for the guy. McKay: How do you know? Ford: Well, he was running from the wraith when I killed the sucker. McKay: OK, so what does the guy want with Sheppard and Teyla? Ford: I don't know. When I save them, I'll find out!

McKay calls him 'Sheppard' here, with no designation. Being that he is with Ford, a military man and formerly Sheppard's Lieutenant, calling him 'Colonel Sheppard' or just 'the Colonel' would make sense. Combined with the face he pulled with Ford's "good for him!" earlier, it would seem like McKay is feeling some kind of way about Sheppard's promotion, and these feelings seem to include more than a hint of bitterness. But surely if one's friend received a promotion, he'd feel happy for him. Ford seems to feel happy for him, and the last time he saw Sheppard, the man shot him in the back and made sure he'd never be able to return to the military without a court martial. And still he's happy for his former CO without reservation. So, something gives here.

Meanwhile back at the cave, Sheppard and Teyla have managed to wiggle themselves free of the restraints and try to take on this "guy".

It seems as thought both Sheppard and Ronon are still trying to figure the other guy out and hence don't really want to kill the other, and this reluctance to kill causes Sheppard to lose a shoot-out with Ronon, as his bullets would be deadly where Ronon's weapon is set on stun (and why they hadn't brought any stunners with them to hunt down what they suspected was Ford, or even take one from the dead wraith, is anyone's guess; perhaps Sheppard was preparing to do the merciful thing if Ford proved beyond reasoning with). Ronon manages to disarm them for a second time. And so, Sheppard is back to using his gift of the gab to try to talk them out of this. And as it happens, McKay is doing the exact same thing with Ford, both having had guns pointed at them. They seem to be in similar jams.

Continued in Pt. 7

#sga #stargate atlantis #sga meta #john sheppard #sheppard is bi #rodney mckay #rodney is gay #ep. runner

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 7 months ago

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I'm posting this now because I'm impatient and also because I just got that commission done by jerribbit (go look at it and admire it 🥰) which is based off of the same thumbnail as this drawing (lol) 'cause I had one of those moments like, "wait this concept is too good for me to not also draw this picture," so even though I paid someone else to draw it, I decided to also draw it. But expanded upon.

anyway it's AU-related and I plan to actually put this in a post with some other images later but I have to like, draw the other images first...

these are both Kaine as he looks in Houston in windowverse; left in mid-october or thereabouts and right in mid-november ish. 2015. he's 26/27/28/6 years old depending on how you start counting. (lol) (he's 27 and a half)

originally, I was gonna put his costume underneath, but I ended up deciding to bare his neck, just for the like... cohesion of the image as a whole.

closeups/details under the cut:

left pic is Kaine in mid-October ish as mentioned, mid-to-late really... he ran out of medication and he's not doing so hot. some breakthrough spots as his immune system kicks back into gear.

some of those spots (the little ones) are just from picking at his skin though.

then he gets eaten by werewolves.

also shaves his head. the white pupil is a cataract he's had for a few years at this point. a combo of meds + physical trauma when he was a few years younger.

also it turns out shaving a character's face and making his cheeks rounder really shaves off the years.

he may be going through some shit and adjusting to new medications and so on and so forth but at least he's eating enough ❤️

stop chewing your lips dude. anyway i spent at least an hour on coloring his scars in the second pic lmao, i just enjoy that. Like, lighting? no. texturing? yes. it's just a bunch of overlapping marks of cain. mark of cains. handprints :) a la Spider-Man: Redemption.

opposite side obviously.

some red hairs in his scraggly little beard :p

his voice is fried, for the record. that scar is right over his voice box. it's like five years old though, so it's well-healed.

and then it gets even more fried, probably. this relatively fresh extremely gnarly scar is from getting his throat ripped out by a werewolf lol.

He died! Then he got better. Obv being eaten by werewolves is directly lifted from his Scarlet Spider solo, though not everything is identical.

i had to bullshit the way it looks also cause idk about you but it seems like asking for trouble to try and google, like, "scars from wolf mauling" or something. lmao.

in the windowverse setting, the Other heals injuries but existing scars stay put, and in this case the life-threatening injuries he sustained made new scars rather than healing away to smooth skin, on account of, hey, he got torn limb from limb by werewolves! not exactly a papercut, you know???

admire his hair. the only reason it's not one big fluff is because of his expensive hair products.

oh yeah blue pullover hoodie because that's what Ben has :)

and the charcoal gray hoodie is a $345 Derek Rose hoodie he got from Saks after Aracely decided that she liked his blue hoodie and it's hers now.

oh right as far as his age goes—

this pic is, as mentioned, how he looks in fall 2015.

he was ''born'' on 4/1/2009 (so if you must be literal he's 6 years old)

he reached 22 the day after Peter's 22nd birthday (10/31/2009) (so he's 28)

but his 22nd birthday wasn't until 4/1/2010 (so he's 27)

according to the birth certificate wally gets made for him in this au he was born on 4/1/1989 (so he's legally 26)

He usually counts from his observed 22nd birthday in 2010 so generally he would consider himself 27 at this point. as long as he can remember his fake birth year it doesn't matter if he forgets what age he's ''supposed'' to be and since he was born in 2009 technically that makes 1989 much easier to remember.

also aracely was born in 1999 in this universe so this makes her both 10 years older than and 10 years younger than him :) which was another factor in why i picked 1989

#idk if this needs a label because of his throat scars or what. like. i will add one if necessary though.#nadiart #fanadiart #came in through the window last night #kaine parker #rough art #shiny art #i shot myself in the foot with those tags it turns out #gradually more hair between his brows because he gradually stops pulling his eyebrows and eyelashes out...#technically he should have a bit of a baby unibrow going on #because of some meds when younger which affected his hormones during puberty #kaine is simultaneously more and less hairy than his brothers depending on the year (since peter is more fuzzy after man-spider)

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 year ago

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Skellys kid is a sweet perfect angel when mom is around but when shes not around they are the worst little brat you have ever seen

Undertale Sans - It's just a phase, he knows it. He knows it because Papyrus did the same thing as a teenager. All cute and friendly with everyone except with him. He tries not to take this too much at heart, but it's still upsetting him a little. He's trying his best and he starts to be a little discouraged about this.

Undertale Papyrus - He acts like he doesn't see it and treats his kid like usual. You don't want to eat? Too bad, there's only that to eat. You don't want to sleep? He's still waking you up at 6 a.m. to go to school whether you want it or not. Eventually, when the kid will realize it's useless, they will calm down. He knows it.

Underswap Sans - He's not made of father material anyway and he gave up trying. The kid can do the hell they want, he doesn't care anymore. He tried, but it's not working, so he gives the kid to S/O or his brother to avoid being alone with them. That's kinda sad.

Underswap Papyrus - He's desperate. Why won't you like him? What did he do to you? He spent nights and nights reading things on parenthood to try to fix this but nothing is working. S/O proposed to go see a child therapist to help, and even if he lives it like a failure, he accepts it anyway.

Underfell Sans - Manchild acts like the child and it's not helping. Red plays along with their moody attitude, answers back and is a brat to the kid as well. He knows it's completely immature, but that kiddo passed his breaking point a long time ago. He's so done.

Underfell Papyrus - Hell if you will. Edge doesn't hesitate to isolate them to make them think about what they did and talk about this later. He is very patient, I mean, he kinda tamed all of Snowdin's dogs and it was hard. You're no different. He knows how to calm down young energetic brats. That period won't last very long.

Horrortale Sans - Well good thing he's not authorized to stay alone with the child because he is so done. He doesn't understand why the kid is acting this way, and it's giving him headaches to try to talk them down of it. He knows he has Willow and S/O to help with this situation. S/O believes him anyway because he is so agitated it's hard to not see it.

Horrortale Papyrus - He gives the child chores on the farm every time they're acting like this and refuses to let them go before they end it. It's boring? Great, at least you know how he feels. You better apologize now.

Swapfell Sans - Well, that's part his fault. He kept calling the kid his heir all his first years, and now the kid is acting like a little prince with him because he realizes Nox waiting for a child so much he gives them a lot more liberty than their mom. Nox is a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing but he tries to stay calm to not encourage that behavior more.

Swapfell Papyrus - His kid is lost in the mall. Oh well. He goes to the entrance and asks to do a call. "if you're not at the door in five minutes I'm leaving without you and you'll have to wait five hours until your mom is done working to get home." In seconds the kid is there. Yeah, that's what he thought.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Oh he doesn't care. He had to deal with moody people his whole life and it's not a little child who's going to impress him. Not even when the little brat put poison he found in his office into his drink to see what it does to him. S/O said to him that maybe if he was acting normal around the kid, they wouldn't be like this. Wine got offended and went into his room to pout.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's lying on the floor like a dead sea star as his kid is drawing on his bones. He tried to convince them to go take a bath for three hours now. He's desperate. When he finally caught the kid, he kicked hard his pelvis and Coffee fell. He's still there. He gave up. Help. Someone.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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maccreadysbaby · 11 months ago

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

this chapters kinda short but I wanted the ANGST to have its own moment lmao, loved leaning into damian’s insecurity for this one

also thank you dami for refueling bentley’s incredibly irrational and borderline stupid idea making tendencies

part nine

❝ PITY ❞

THURSDAY — AUGUST 6 — 5:11PM

BENTLEY DIDN’T SLEEP AGAIN AFTER HIS NIGHTMARE, AND NEITHER DID BRUCE. Instead, they went back to the cave after a while and sat with Dick. All of Alfred’s swabs and tests came back clear, which meant he hadn’t been injected with, inhaled, or even misted with any kind of toxic chemical that could do this to him. (Bruce had told Bentley about fear toxin, an inhalable chemical one of their past villains used that made a person live through their worst fears in their head.) A quick comparison of current Dick’s vital charts and past-Dick-on-fear-toxin’s charts looked freakishly similar, despite one major change: he didn’t have any fear toxin in him.

Which meant, if it wasn’t chemical, he was being attacked psychologically. Somehow.

All signs pointed to it being the Secret Keeper, but she hadn’t done anything to anyone besides plaguing them in bad dreams, much less knocking them out without touching them and wreaking havoc on their brains for six hours. (Which was how long Dick had thrashed and cried and whined for in his unconscious state.) On hour seven, he went limp and still, which probably meant he’d tired himself out.

Bentley didn’t go to school on Wednesday or Thursday, and he didn’t sleep Wednesday night, either. Bruce didn’t seem to mind (he actually seemed a little relieved) and Bentley didn’t want to risk seeing the Secret Keeper out and about. His teachers posted his classwork online, anyhow, so he wouldn’t miss any schoolwork. He spent the better of the two days switching between using Tim’s old computer to do his schoolwork, playing red light green light around the Manor to avoid Damian, drifting down to the cave to check on Dick, and attempting to take power naps that never lasted that long.

Not to mention being texted… like a lot. Ot started when Nico texted early Wednesday morning to ask if he was okay, and why he wasn’t at school. Bentley simply told him he had been sick the night before. (Technically not a lie.) Then Nico took it upon himself to text Bentley all about their environmental science class, even including pictures of their worksheets, and had also taken it upon himself to ask how Bentley was feeling just about every hour. (He always just said better than last night.) Then, Bentley got a text from a random number at lunchtime on Wednesday about how Damian was, quote-on-quote, so creepy. And only ten minutes later and lots of confusion from Bentley did that number come back and say, oh yeah, it’s asten, got your number from nico. heard you were sick. sucks dude.

While Asten wasn’t as incessant about asking how Bentley was doing as Nico was, he did tell him about Spanish class and rant about Ms. Venetstantos making him speak Portuguese every day. And he decided Bentley was a good outlet for all things conspiracy and detective-y, because he kept sending him random articles about metahumans and missing people and Secret Keeper sightings and typing long, drawn out theories about what was going on that ranged from plausible to outright impossible. (Bentley only pretended he read the ones about the Secret Keeper.)

He didn’t remember until those texts that he and Asten had both put detective as their dream job on their get to know me sheets. (Nico had pointed it out on the second day of school when the teacher put those up in the hallway.) He was obviously getting started early. The amount of recon and web-surfing and conclusion drawing he did reminded Bentley of Tim.

Speaking of, Tim and Jason and Steph and Cass had all shown up at the Manor Wednesday and Thursday. Which was strange, considering they’d all been avoiding Damian like the plague. But he didn’t mind — he liked having everybody home.

Bentley started to get really worried about Dick when, on Thursday at five in the evening, (42 hours after Dick had collapsed on Patrol.) he was still laying in that same bed, not thrashing like before, but tossing and turning, still visibly distressed.

He’d been long since changed out of his Nightwing uniform and into some loose sweats, and was connected to drips and other things to keep him hydrated and nourished in his unconscious state. Bentley had finished another color-the-map geography paper about an hour ago and made his way back to the rolling chair stationed next to Dick’s bed.

He had no earthly idea what was wrong with him, but he wished it would all stop. It'd been hard enough seeing Dick during a nightmare he could wake up from — but now, when he was trapped in his own head and no amount of yelling or shaking could snap him out of it, it was practically a form of secondary torture for the entire family. Tim had retired to the Batcomputer, trying so hard to find some kind of solution, or at least a case of something similar, and Bentley didn’t think he’d been upstairs since Dick collapsed.

As of now, five in the evening on Thursday, he, Bentley and Dick were the only three in the cave. Alfred popped in and out often, and Bruce a little less often.

Bentley was sitting next to Dick’s bed, telling him about all the texts he’d been receiving. (Alfred said talking to him would help, so Bentley was trying his best.) He’d taken to telling him about Asten’s conspiracy theories and the new group chat he’d been added to not three minutes ago, with Nico and Asten, in which they were arguing about the possibility of said conspiracies and asking for Bentley’s input. (Asten’s conspiracy about aliens swapping a human’s brain for an alien brain via something he called ‘materialization tech’ and endowing them with the power of the stars being the origin of metahumans was the one on the table now. It was already segwaying into metahuman world domination.)

But eventually, even with the group chat blowing up his phone with the probabilities of metahumans turning the country into a dictatorship, he fell quiet and just took to holding Dick’s hand. He didn’t scream when he grabbed it, at least. But it didn’t seem to make anything better, either.

He was just debating on whether or not he should try to wake him up again when a voice sounded from the doorway of the medbay:

“Hey, Bentley,”

He glanced over, brown eyes locking onto Tim’s icy blue ones. He looked exhausted. Bentley knew he’d been working hard on the missing person and metahuman cases before this happened to Dick. But now? Bentley wasn’t sure if self-preservation was even on his radar anymore. He hadn’t seen him ingest anything other than coffee in a solid two days (given he very well could have when Bentley wasn’t around.) and he was pretty sure sleep wasn’t even a thing he thought about anymore. Though he looked like he needed it.

“Hey,” Bentley replied quietly, slipping his hand out of Dick’s and pulling it back to his lap.

“Doing okay?” Was Tim’s next question, and he moved forward just enough to rest a hand on the top of Bentley’s head.

He shrugged. “Have you found anything to help Dick?”

The weakly plastered-on content expression fell off of Tim’s face. “No. I haven’t been able to find anything.”

Bentley said nothing, but looked back at Dick, who was moving his head back and forth with soft whines.

“Is he going to die?”

It was a heavy question, yeah, but a question that had undoubtedly been floating around in all of their minds since his unfortunate patrol. With all the metahuman stuff out of the way, Dick would technically be classified as in a coma. And lots of people who went into comas didn’t come out of them.

Bentley heard Tim let out a puff of air.

“I don’t know,” He said, hardly a whisper, letting his hand move down Bentley’s head and rest on the back of his neck. “He’s stable, even if it looks like he’s in pain. It’s not ideal, but it’s… better than anything getting worse, I guess.”

Bentley nodded slightly, and hoped that Dick would get better soon.

He heard someone walk across the room on the other side of the cave, and both he and Tim glanced over just in time to see Damian disappear back up the stairs to the Manor. When had he come down there? He wasn’t down there five minutes ago.

“Maybe you should talk to him,” Tim suggested after a quiet moment. “He might actually open up to you.”

Bentley glanced over at him skeptically. “Damian? No he won’t.”

Tim snickered. “That kid would never in a million years cuddle up next to anybody sick like he did you. And he definitely wouldn’t get up in a hospital bed with any of us except, maybe Dick.”

Bentley said nothing. He did kind of miss Damian. Like, the old, not-angry Damian, that took him around the Manor to do things and actually talked to him.

Bentley shrugged. “I’m afraid he’s gonna stab me.”

“Aren’t we all?” Tim snickered. “Seriously, though, he cares about you. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“I know, but…” Bentley trailed off, glancing down at his hands.

“There’s still a chance,” Tim finished his thought. “Yeah, I know.”

Bentley said nothing.

“It might be good for you to go upstairs for a while,” He continued, and Bentley glanced back up at Dick, who was still shifting uncomfortably in the bed. “I’ll sit with him.”

Bentley nodded. He wasn’t really in the mood to argue, and he needed to finish his schoolwork anyway.

He pushed himself out of the chair and bid goodbye to Tim, heading back up to the Manor. He took to reading the group chat messages he’d missed on the way through the house and up the stairs. Nico was currently trying to explain to Asten that aliens couldn’t use technology he’d made up, and he was arguing that they could because they could read everyone’s minds.

Bentley had nearly made it into his room when he bumped right into someone.

“Sorry-“ He muttered, glancing up from his screen to meet Damian’s ice cold blue-green eyes. The assassin’s glare alone shut Bentley up.

Damian walked past him with nothing more than a faint scowl, heading for the stairs.

He wasn’t planning on talking to him, but it was a better opportunity than seeking the angry assassin out.

“… hey, Damian?”

Bentley turned on his heel, and Damian did, too, shooting him another dagger-like-glance.

Bentley wanted to recoil and say nevermind, but that wouldn’t be very helpful. “What’s wrong?” He asked instead, really focusing on the fact that Tim said Damian wouldn’t hurt him.

“You should know well enough, Whittaker,”

Bentley nearly flinched when Damian used his last name instead of Bentley like he always did. Why in the world would he know what was going on when Damian wouldn’t tell anyone?

“I don’t…” Bentley blinked, searching Damian’s face and then looking at the floor when the unpleasant expression got too reminiscent of his father’s. He knew what that expression meant. And coming from Damian, it made him want to cry.

A moment of silence passed, and when it was clear Damian didn’t intend on speaking, Bentley muttered in a tiny voice: “You’re mad at me?”

Silence.

Bentley thought and thought and thought about all the interactions he’d had with Damian before he started getting upset, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember doing anything wrong. He’d asked Damian to teach him about throwing knives, but he’d told him yes. (He hadn’t done it yet. Was it maybe Bentley’s fault for never asking again?) He didn’t think that was enough to make Damian so upset for so long.

Bentley wished he could bring his knees up, but he was standing, so he wrapped his arms around himself instead. He hoped Damian couldn’t see the slight wetness brimming in his eyes at the very prospect he’d done something so bad the assassin didn’t even want to talk to him anymore and he didn’t know what it was.

He looked at the floor in a vague attempt to hide it. “What did I do?”

“Exactly what you’re doing right now,” Damian replied bitterly, in a tone that literally made Bentley want to start crying. “You weaseled your way into this family with nothing more than pity. All you have to do is shed a few tears and you have the whole household at your feet — the only reason you’re here is because my father and brothers feel bad for you. Because you’re exactly what your father trained you to be. A manipulator.”

Bentley did flinch, that time, like he was dodging knives made of words. It wouldn’t be any use — Damian never missed.

“Your relationships are built on pity, your place in this family is built on pity. Even Drake has contributed more than you, and I’m not shy about discussing his obvious inferiority,” Damian spat. “I am a Wayne by blood and I have to work to be part of this. If I had even considered doing anything like you did with your father, considered betraying this family like you did, they would…”

Damian trailed off.

“You don’t deserve to be here. It’s pity that’s keeping you in this house, pity that’s holding your relationships together, and once that pity is gone, what’s going to be left? Nothing. Because pity is all you are. Pity is what you’re built for, and once it’s gone, you’re going to be left with nothing, useless, just like your father created you to be.”

Bentley watched through blurry eyes as Damian turned and continued down the stairs like he hadn’t just dispatched a carefully-sharpened killshot right through Bentley’s chest.

Damian didn’t want him there.

Thank goodness he was right next to his bedroom, because he hardly had time to get inside and close the door before he started crying.

Everything Damian said was right — he was in this family out of pity. If it weren’t for pity, none of this would’ve happened.

And Damian didn’t want him there. This was his worst nightmare. Tim was wrong, Damian had hurt him.

He walked over to his bed in the dark — the lights were off but the sun was still somewhat out — and curled up in a tiny ball in it, covered his head with the blankets, and cried.

Dick had been taken in when he had nothing, and became Robin to help Bruce fight crime. Jason got taken in off the streets and became Robin. Tim got taken out of a neglectful household and became Robin. Damian got shipped here from overseas to be Robin. Cass, Duke, Steph, Barbara, they were all superheroes, crime fighters, vigilantes.

What the hell did Bentley have to do to make himself deserve being a Wayne?

Become a superhero?

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jungle-angel · 1 year ago

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Random Writing Dialogue Prompts (Because this shit’s gettin old)

Yeah I know I haven’t done a masterlist and may or may not in the future, but guys, I really, really miss alot of writer/reader interaction and miss writing for other people. Please, don’t be afraid to send in requests, blurbs, thoughts, anything. Minors are strictly forbidden as is hate-anon. I’m all for constructive criticism, but if it’s hateful, that shit’s getting flushed down the Tumblr crapper faster than ya’ll can blink. Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick (literally any character), Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem’s Lot and Press Play.

1. “This is one hell of a journey......and it’s only gonna get tougher from here”

2. “It’s a full moon tonight.....you know what that means”

3. “I’m so tired.....” “I know.....but I’m here....just keep going”

4. “Hey, don’t give me shit, I’ve got naked baby photos of you Mister!”

5. “So did you two actually do it?? Or are you just yanking my chain?”

6. “Who the fuck goes to New Mexico and doesn’t bring sunscreen??”

7. “HELP!!!! THE GHOUL IS LOOSE!!!”

8. “And you told me this was a stupid idea”

9. “Alright sweetie, bite down on this piece of wood, the doctor’s gonna pop your shoulder back into place”

10. “It’s a shitty night and all I wanna do is curl up in our bed and watch Stargate Atlantis”

11. “What exactly is in this thing....?” “I dunno, but my gram said it’ll clear you out in a few hours”

12. “You’re teaching this shithead how to drive, not me”

13. “This house is turning into a fucking moneypit, I think we need to call a contractor”

14. “The picture is moving.....why is the picture moving??”

15. “You know this happens every time I buy a block of cheese and you end up eating it all”

16. “I need some help with dinner”

17. “BEST VACATION EVER!!!!”

18. “We don’t need a kitchen, we can cook that right here on the beach”

19. “I can’t believe THAT’S what you idiots have been doing in my basement all these years!!!”

20. “You didn’t just eat those brownies in the back of the fridge, did you??”

21. “I’m running on less than two hours of sleep and no coffee”

22. “Just take a breath and tell me what you need”

23. “Don’t worry sweet pea, it’s just the angels bowling”

24. “You sure it’s supposed to go like that??”

25. “You took care of me when I needed it most......now it’s my turn”

26. “This song reminds me of you.....that’s why it’s important to me”

27. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls” (SMUT)

28. “I didn’t know you could draw so well”

29. “Wanna join me at the swim spot?”

30. “Couldn’t run this place without you”

31. “I think I’m getting sick again”

32. “Promise me we’ll find a quiet spot somwhere out west where we can live out our days in peace and quiet together?”

33. “I don’t mind being here, it’s nice and quiet and it’s peaceful too”

34. “You did so good.....I’m so proud of you”

35. “C’mon, I don’t need a nurse, I need rest”

36. “Pretty soon this book collection is gonna be out of control”

37. “Check out what I got at the tag sale down the street!!!”

38. “OH MY GOD YOU FOUND A PUPPY!!!!!”

39. “Think it’s time we trade in this old clunker, I’ve had to fix the engine at least twenty times this year”

40. “Give me two seconds and I’ll make you a drink”

41. “I just spent half the morning putting slug repellant in the garden, I want a shower”

42. “I leave them alone in Home Depot for a half an hour and THIS is the evidence”

43. “C’mon, you looked like Wile. E Coyote chasing Roadrunner”

44. “Here, drink some water, you look like a starved plant”

45. “You really think this is the best way to chop down a dead tree?”

46. “It’s the best hangover cure you’re ever gonna get”

47. “It’s so hot but I want skin to skin with you” (SMUT)

48. “Keep itching like that and you’ll be red all over”

49. “Your poor feet have got to be hurting, let me help you”

50. “I fixed your favorite sweater so you wouldn’t have to”

#top gun maverick #Outer range #bad times at the el royale #catch 22 hulu #salem's lot #press play #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #rhett abbott #miles miller #major major #ben mears #harrison knott

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meeludrawz · 1 year ago

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Here's an ask thing

1. who's your favorite oc?

2. who was your first oc?

3. how many ocs do you have?

4. have you kept all of your

ocs since the beginning?

5. are any of your ocs based

off of a show/book you like?

if so, who?

6. what is the species of the

majority of your ocs?

7. are any of your ocs an

original species? if so,

what's the species and who?

8. if you can, draw (oc name)!

9. write a few sentences as

(oc name)!

10. are any of your ocs part

of a story? if so, what is it

about and who's in it?

11. do you have any twin ocs?

12. are any of your ocs

siblings?

13. what is the gender of the

majority of your ocs?

14. make up a new oc right now

based on (concept/show/color/

etc.)!

15. would you ever give up any

of your ocs?

16. who is your oldest oc

(age-wise)?

17. have you ever roleplayed

as your ocs?

18. how many of your ocs were

adopted from someone else?

19. who is your least favorite

oc?

20. which oc do you think has

changed the most since you

made them?

21. who is your newest oc?

22. have you ever cosplayed

your own ocs? if so, who?

23. which oc do you think has

affected you the most as youve

grown with them?

24. have you gotten cosplayers

of your ocs? if so, of whom?

25. do you have any ocs that

you havent drawn/written as/

talked about in a long time?

if so, who?

(Please ignore this if you either don't want to answer or have had this sent to you already)

Oh boy erm idk, but I do have like 6 mains characters! Matthews, Colefang, Torment, Rosa, Taïko and Meelu! 2. My very first male oc was Matthews! He's hmmmmmmmmm 15 or 14 yrs old now? He's almost like a son to me lmao 3. *Laughs nervously* More than 300? MOST OF THEM ARE BACKGROUND CHARACTERS, whaddya want, when I'm bored I create an oc or two, then I create their kids which is usually more than 3 4. Y e s, even if they're all background characters. Like dude- I spent hours coloring and making their lil family, I won't get rid of them 5. Erm a lot I guess? I have an MLP Next Gen au, I have a TMNT next gen au too, I have some Undertale ocs too, I have an MHA gal but Matthews, his family, friends and lover are based off LPS Toys Matthews was this guy at first, when I didn't know how to draw :3

But I ended up customizing this lps dude so he doesn't look like that anymore (I don't have a pic of him being customized) (Also yes, I kept all my lps toys) 6. Anthros/Furries because I learned drawing animals first! And also cuz my first ocs were lps toys LMAO 7. Yes! I have multiple but the most recent ones are called "Masks" I have made a post about it here: >Click<

8. I'll have to refuse because I will not have the motivation to finish it, but I'm planning to post something about my ocs soon! 9. Okay let's go! Let's write a few sentences as my main ocs Matthews: "I feel energized today! What could I do? Oh! I'll do some snowboard, skateboard, surf, soccer ah let's not forget volleyball!" Colefang: *His two oldest sons are fighting then turn to him* "...I'm not joining, you guys are old enough to figure shit alone... Don't forget the gun I guess" Torment: "My sexuality? As long as someone has an hole for my dick, I'm in" *Winks* Rosa: "Kids? Ugh I hate them- ELIJAH, IVORY IF YOU KEEP BEING LOUD I SWEAR TO HELL- KARSS YOU MOTHER FUCKER TAKE CARE OF YOUR GODDAMN KIDS" *Karss, her husband, pointed out that they're also her kids* Taïko: "You don't understand.. I can't leave my job, they'll kill me if I do.." 10. My main characters all have a story! They're all on the same planet named Andomery! :3 And they will all meet each others at some point 11. Yeah a lot! Matthews eldest daughters ARE twins, Matthews even has a twin brother skskskskksksksksksk 12. Yeah! Matthews has 5 siblings, Colefang has 1, Torment has 9, Rosa has 1, Taïko has 1 and Meelu also has 1 13. I don't know? I know at some point I had lots of girls so I started doing more and more boys to balance this out but at the moment, idk? I think it's balanced now 14. OH erm okay- I made envelopes with little papers in them for each category like- Specie, Gender, Colors.. LET'S MAKE A BABY SKELETON (I need one for my current fanfic lol) FIRST specie, well that's done.. GENDER let's pick number generator and put the max at 3. 1 = Girl, 2 = Boy and 3 = Nonbinary........... It landed on 1 ! A girl! :D Usually, when the character has parents, I pick all colors of both parents then choose randomely, a bit like a breeding game For example, her dad has yellow eyes and her mom are brown, so let's pick: Yellow, Amber, Orange, Bronze and Brown, which are 5 so max on the number generator will be 5. Number generator said 2! So she has amber eyes! So a white skeleton girl with amber eyes! How pretty :3 Idk what I'll name her yet 15. N o p e Tried even doing adopts, but can't 16. Matthews! He's about 14 or 15 yrs old! :D 17. Yes! Always! All the time! For example, in a Warrior Cats rp, I'll just make them look like normal cats and give them a warrior name. If I remember well, Matthews was named BarkFoot? 18. Maybe like 10? I know Meelu's oldest son was adopted from someone else 19. Queen Anastasia Bulcio and Calvin Wade. Anastasia is Matthews' aunt and she's a bitch. But the kind of bitch you don't like. (I'm saying this cuz Rosa is a bitch but I love her) and Calvin.. He's an asshole and Torment's ennemy. That's it lol 20. TORMENT HAHAHA at first he was one of the scariest characters I owned, he made the law in the streets and the king was almost nothing compared to him. But then he found love and now he's an adult-who-act-like-a-horny-troublemaker-teenager-24/7. He's so funny to play! 21. Well, the skeleton we made a few answers ago! 22. TAÏKO BACK WHEN HE WAS A WOLF AND NOT AN ORC! One of my ex-friend makes Fursuits and I was trying to make one too so she helped me, he looked awful. But it was him lol 23. I'd say Meelu, Matthews and Torment. Meelu has this confidence and inner peace that I'd wish I had. (Hi anxiety) Matthews' an optimistic and a bit dumb but his life is much easier since he doesn't worry and I wish I had that buuuut! I'm getting to it! I've been happier in the past few months! And Torment? Well uh I just love how he sees fun in almost anything and how he doesn't take everything seriously 24. Nu I didn't but I hope maybe one day? 25. Well a lot of them actually? Back when I was a child and teenager, I used to rp and play with them a lot but now that I'm an adult, I have less time for them and that's quite sad ngl Thanks for these questions anon! Have a good day/evening!!

#meelu speaks #ask game #andomery #yes

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lowkey-ok · 1 year ago

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I think that I need to realize this was a nightmare I couldn't control my actions in.. that wasn't me, though going by the same name that isn't me.. I might be looking into it to far but before I went to bed I was recounting a lot of the stuff I have regretted over the years, so I was up for like an hour doing that and I felt justified to off myself... though I am probably not going to do that I feel like I could and it would only effect people for a month max. But it would effect me permanently, sometimes I think I am going crazy.. just the amount of time I spent drawing and staying in my own head is maddening just the thoughts alone are enough to make me want to perish. Just constantly thinking about, "I should kill myself after college" just thinking for the perfect time to kill myself. Though I bet I won't kill myself it's still there and will always be looming over me... bearing it's teeth presenting me with the easiest way out for anything.... giving up

But I am not ready to give up yet, I guess... I just don't think it's the right time, it may never be the right time... but if it does at least I will know that I am ready. I hate my brain.. this is exactly why i am going to the doctor tomorrow, I don't want to keep thinking everytime I open a door "if the lights on imma kms" then the lights on so I hobble over to my couch and sit down for a moment staring at the Tylenol bottle, I begin to tear up as I relocate to my bed where I lay hugging my panda stuffed animal as the usual and most comfort way to lay down... then when I gain the strength I go to the bathroom and realize as I look in the mirror... I look like shit, I go to grab my tooth brush and it isn't there.. I continue to search for it, I find it on the shelf of my shower/bath and I remember, oh yeah I put it there so I would remember to shower and just brush my teeth in the shower... I turn on the water and the loudness scared me and I check the time, it is 11 at night... not very late but my parents go to bed at 9 max, so I just grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth... then I sit back on the couch and start drawing again. I am both glad and terrified of going to the doctor today but I am sure I will come back with medicine that will make me better. I don't want to keep having breakdowns in front of people. They view you a lot differently when they find out I crumble like poorly made graham cracker crust. You can feel when someone is treating you differently... I don't care that I am fragile just treat me like everyone else, I don't want to be treated differently because of my brain is screwed... personally I would rather not think about how my brain is screwed in public. Though inevitably after around 3 hours, three hours is still a lot of time... the max I can handle for social situations if they are with 3 or more people I know is 2-3 hours is btw. With one I can go 6 with no issue. But if it is a specific friend I can go all day and all night.. I showed my section leader my post about band camp before it started.. the one about bean dip and I told him to not find my profile, I can only pray to the gods that he doesn't.. I have enough faith in him that he won't and he people won't but you never know curiosity killed the cat and I would rather be the mouse in the hole in the wall waiting to get some poison cheese or get caught in a mouse trap, anyways enough with the analogies I should probably get up and get some water... I still feel like shit from that dream, bye

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shourin · 2 years ago

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universe abound

| ◆ ch.6 ⑊ omnipotent.

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

◇ a/n ◇ this chapter was super fun to write, i hope yall are enjoying it as much as i did while writing it!!

you know the archons secretly wished for you to immediately make your way down unto the lands of teyvat right after your discussion, but you're thankful that they held their tongues when you expressed that you were exhausted and wanted to retire for the day. with forlorn looks, they bid you temporary farewells and bowed as you re-entered your mansion for your ‘rest’.

yeah, right. like hell you could sleep after all that revelation.

is it your fault? it has to be... right?

maybe if you hadn't abandoned the game for so long, seven nations would have still existed now instead of just three.

you think back to what you saw the last time you checked on the countries. suddenly it dawns upon you - all those people were talking about you.

the creator, whom they thought was harboring anger towards them. the creator, whom they prayed and sent offerings to, hoping that they'll be forgiven and hoping the 'calamities' will stop. the creator, whom they thought had abandoned them.

in your head, you see jean's withering look and hear xiao's bitter tone. your heart aches. tears spill from your eyes and you curl into yourself.

peaceful sleep eludes you that night, despite your stubbornness to lay on the silken bedsheets for hours upon hours. day turns into night and before you know it, birds are chirping out of your window. you suddenly wish you hadn't spent all those times catching the birds and timmy's pigeons with the omni-ubiquity nets. maybe then you can pretend that the dreaded morning never came.

reluctantly, you part from your beddings and trudge towards the mirror. strangely enough, despite your lack of sleep and your long crying session, you don't feel all that fatigued and you don't look like as haggard. your 'tiredness' seems to be affecting you mentally rather than your actual physical body.

the creator.

a divine being.

you... a deity? back on earth, you would have been called blasphemous, for calling yourself a god.

you trail your fingers under your eyes, turning your head this way and that. nothing special. you try to shed some tears by pinching your thighs, hard. clear, normal-looking drops of tears fall onto the dresser. inhaling deeply, you grab one of the quills laying around before lifting the sharp tip of a quill onto the tip of your finger.

steeling yourself, you prod the sharp nib into your skin until it draws blood.

you’re met with a small blob of red rising up onto your skin.

okay then. so no starry eyes, glowing tears, or golden blood.

why oh why did you read so many sagau fics in your younger days? now you're just making yourself more paranoid…...

you inhale deeply and inwardly slap yourself.

you've done everything you could have done for now. dwelling and moping about what-ifs aren't going to solve anything. besides, you do want to help. you just doubt that you can.

but since they want you to visit their nations, then so be it. maybe some sort of miracle will happen when you're there. maybe getting 'reacquainted' with teyvat will really bring out some hidden power in you or whatever.

with this newfound determination, you exit your mansion.

you expected to meet face to face with the three archons once more upon opening the door to your front yard, but to your surprise, you see no sights of any of them whatsoever under the pavilion. frowning, you take a few steps towards the garden, trying to spot at least one of the three. but you don't see any other living beings in the vicinity.

well, that was anticlimactic. so much for-

"my liege."

"HOLY JESUS!!!!"

a shriek erupts from your vocal chords as you jump away from the direction of the voice, which is right behind you. with wide eyes and heart beating a mile a second, you stare back at beelzebul's shocked expression, her hand outstretched forward and frozen in the air, as if she was about to touch your shoulder.

the girl blinks and asks with such genuine curiosity in each and every single one of her words, you have to prevent yourself from laughing out loud, "who is ‘jee-sus’, divine creator? why do you call them holy? is he an acolyte?"

"pff-ahem… f-forget it, you don't need to know."

"it must be an important friend of yours, then. seeing as i’ve heard their name leaving your lips several times as you guided me in the past."

that elicits a snort out of you. beelzebul watches in wonder as you giggle into your fist, the sight even more mesmerizing seen from behind her rose-tinted glasses. her creator is smiling and laughing because of her. most people find her a bore, too stiff and dry for their liking - and yet here you are laughing merrily only seconds upon encountering her this fine morning.

she feels exceptionally proud.

and so perhaps it’s that feeling that makes her bolder, that makes her bravely step closer to you and offer her hand for you to take.

"forgive me for being so direct… but would you like to visit inazuma for a walk? i- no, we… would be very overjoyed to welcome you. though we don't have much to offer at the moment."

you look around for one last time around the garden, "is that alright? what about the others?"

"if you worry about them that much, i can send a messenger to inform them of your whereabouts."

"oh. yeah, that works."

"then, shall we?"

her slender fingers wrap around yours gently as soon as you place your hands on top of her waiting palm. the edges of your vision suddenly blurs and distorts, before the sensation of being pulled into something grips your whole body-

-and then, the colors shift and realign, leaving you breathless as you stare at the scenery in front of you.

you recognize the view almost immediately. you recall spending some time getting to this exact same spot, cursing the level designers and model builders for making it so hard for the players to climb up.

the wind whips around you as you gaze down upon the whole narukami island. it's blanketed by a thin fog, the sky is gloomy and full of clouds despite the sun already starting to rise. you see the flooded plains, the barren trees, the way ritou's dock has been claimed by the sea, and you unconsciously bite the inside of your cheek. your companion senses your distress immediately, and she squeezes your hand to comfort you.

"i am sorry for letting this happen."

"why are you apologizing?" you laugh bitterly, "i… if i really were the creator then i caused this. don't ever apologize for a mistake that isn't yours, beelzebul."

she purses her lips and only allows herself to speak after a short, contemplative silence.

"the day you descended to teyvat…," she starts, voice thick with emotion, eyes closing in reminiscent of the events, "we all knew it was you. your star shone so brightly, a white light so prominent in the dark night sky, even through the rain and the clouds. i was so overwhelmed with awe and joy…"

"but before i could fully take it all in… all of a sudden, the light was gone. we saw you fall down. i feared for your safety and took off at once. i am ashamed to say that i was not the first to arrive, but we agreed to let you recuperate in your realm before parting ways."

beel's eyes shine when she re-opens them, and you're pulled in by the way she genuinely smiles. soft and gentle like the rays of sunlight slowly filtering through the fogs.

"and yet… the moment i returned to inazuma, the rain had already ceased. it hasn't done so for the past hundred years. the storms and thunders finally listened to my commands, and i was able to send them away. the remnants of electro energy are steadily rising back again, even to this day."

"your grace… even when you were unconscious, teyvat rejoices over your return and faithfully awaits your wishes. you have no need to worry. besides, you have always forgiven our countless mistakes in the past. no one should blame you for the perils that had spread throughout the land. all that matters is that you are back now, and that means things will steadily get better."

"....."

you offer the electro archon a smile and squeeze her hand in reply. she beams, and you know your unspoken gratitude reaches her heart. you don't think you'll ever be able to forgive yourself for this whole mess if it truly is your fault, but her words still bring a sense of comfort to you.

you can only hope that you'll be able to actively help to rectify this situation sooner rather than later.

"can i take a walk through the city? but i'd like to do it incognito."

the woman contemplates your request with a serious frown, before giving you a conclusive nod, "very well. but firstly, i believe it will be best if you change clothes, your grace. so you can blend in the crowd better."

a sound logic, you comment inwardly and express with a nod.

"also… most vision holders are familiar with your voice. so i believe it will be best if you do not talk to anyone. i can do the talking if it is needed."

"you're planning to go with me?"

"yes, of course. i must be there to protect you if anything unexpected happens," she pauses and gives you a pleading look, "you'll let me… won't you?"

you freeze as a nostalgic feeling washes over you. this exact moment feels like a deja vu, though you can't remember when exactly it happened before. an in-game event, perhaps? no, that's not it…

"my liege…?"

"sorry- i mean- yeah, er, sure. you can tag along… i can just pretend to be… your assistant or something."

"an assistant," she repeats scornfully, looking like she's going to cry, "how could i dare- my liege, you must punish me after this is all done."

"beel, it's fine, you're just acting and i really don't mind… look, if it bothers you too much, what about… yeah, just say that we're friends. that way you won't be lying and we're on the same level at least, right? okay?"

"oh… a… a friend. yes- if... if you're okay with it, then…"

"good. is that all?"

".... there is one more thing… your presence…," she looks conflicted, hesitates to say her next few words, and when she finally braves herself to speak she doesn't dare to meet your eyes, "forgive my impertinence when i say this, my liege - but…seeing as i am the electro archon, and that i rarely go out to interact with the mortals, we can perhaps mask it as my divine power, if anyone comments on it…"

"sounds good," you say lightly and realize something as you gaze at her, "hey, beel?"

"yes?"

"you'll have to stop calling me so formally, otherwise we'll get exposed right away," you sigh, "seriously, just start calling me by name. c'mon. repeat after me. [name]."

"ah- that's…," beel's lips tremble, her cheeks taking a pinkish hue, "..... [n-n-name]...."

"again."

"b-but my liege-"

"lalalalala-i'm sorry, who?"

"[n-name]!"

"keep at it, we're not stopping until you get used to it!"

it takes her a full fifteen minutes to finally be able to say your name in a normal voice level, a casual tone, and without stuttering. by the end of it, she looks as if she's just gone through a series of trials and tribulations severe enough to render an archon bedraggled. you would have laughed at her if you weren't in a similar state yourself - having to coax and cheer on her throughout the whole ordeal was no simple task, especially since beel is just so overly attached to her role as your disciple.

she then ushers you into tenshukaku after making sure no one is around to see her carry you down onto the building's balcony, as per your request. the shogun eagerly provides you with a change of clothes that's very inazuman style, and you gladly change into it, although you chose to leave a few accessories out of the ensemble, finding them too extravagant and nonfunctional. beel sulks a bit at your action but holds back her protest.

when you step out from tenshukaku's gates after walking down a shit ton of stairs (you wish you had a glider and can operate one - perhaps you should ask barbatos when you meet him), the sun is nearly high in the sky, but the obstructing fogginess still hangs over the city like a persistent ghost. you're slightly panting, and your legs are a little sore, but you stubbornly nod when beel asks whether you want to continue.

"would you like to have some food first, my-- f-friend?"

you shoot her a reminding glare and nod, already falling into your role as per agreement. she coolly waves towards the guards who bows and greets her, and ignoring their confused stare towards you, she leads you both towards a familiar looking establishment.

komore teahouse.

"will this suffice?"

you nod fervently.

the sliding door opens and you inwardly scream when you see taroumaru sitting on the welcoming counter, tongue lolling out and tail wagging. as soon as you make eye contact, the canine's tail wags wildly, and before you know it he's already at your feet, bumping his snout against your leg while barking excitedly. this seems to have caught someone else's attention, however.

"hey, what's wrong bud- t-t-the almighty s-shogun?!!"

green jade eyes flit between the purple-haired woman and you, a comically shocked expression permanent on the blond's face as he tries to recompose himself. thoma tries to speak, but he only manages to produce a weird gurgling sound before falling into an embarrassed silence.

"thoma? what's wrong, who is-" a gentle voice enters your ears and its owner steps out from the same room thoma just left from, "ah- the almighty shogun, what a pleasure to meet you here, of all places!"

although ayaka is clearly just as shaken, she manages to bow and mask the surprise in her expression. as expected as the shisaragi himegimi, you mentally praise her in your head. her elegance seems to be amplified by a hundred times now that you're seeing her face-to-face.

"hm. i believe you are… kamisato ayaka and her retainer. does that mean the yashiro commissioner is around too?"

just as beel finishes voicing her question, another figure passes through the door, and your eyes nearly bulge out from their socket, "oh, what a delightful surprise. good morning, shogun. what brings you here this fine morning?"

you resist the urge to scream, bang the floor, and rush to smooch bear-hug all three of them. pure dopamine is pumping within your veins, and you almost feel dizzy from the excitement.

two handsome men and two beautiful ladies. what an absolute treat. you won't be surprised if you end up fainting from all these beauties.

"i am accompanying a friend of mine sightseeing."

"ah. i see," ayato blinks and you feel three pairs of eyes staring at you, "... how curious. i don't think i've seen you before around the city. may i know your name, perha-"

"my companion is rather hungry," beel interjects, "if the teahouse is full, we shall look for another establishment to dine."

"full? oh, dear me, no," ayato flashes a polite smile, "our table has space for two extra people. we would be honored if the raiden shogun herself and her esteemed friend join us for a meal."

"yes, please do join us!" ayaka beams, hands clasped in front of her as a genuine smile spreads on her lips, "we were just celebrating over the end of the endless rain! the weather outside has become so lovely!"

beel shifts on her legs uneasily and glances at you. you understand her silent question instinctively and replies with a small nod.

"hm. very well. i suppose it is a cause of celebration."

"oh- then, i'll uh- order a new batch of hotpot then, heh," thoma springs into action immediately with a sheepish smile, darting towards the kitchen in a hurry after throwing one last glance towards you.

you just have to chuckle at that. were they about to play thoma's favorite game of hotpot again? what dorks…

"then, this way, if you would," ayato gestures towards the room at the very end of the corridor.

you follow him silently alongside beel, and the two siblings wait until their archon and you as her guest are settled comfortably on the empty cushions first before taking their own seats. right. inazuma natives mind their manners more than other nations. gotta remember that.

"so, what is your name, if i may ask?" ayaka stares at you expectantly from her place right across the table from you.

you gulp and turn towards beel, but she's already onto the case.

"their name is [name]."

"[name]? what an unique and beautiful name! you are not from inazuma, then, [name]?"

you shake your head.

"so then, how did you get to inazuma, [name]?" the other sibling inquires, and you think you see a mischievous glint in his soft colored eyes as he continues, "i am very curious about when you arrived and how it is that we haven't seen you around before."

is ayato suspecting your identity? you understand he's well-versed in the game of politics, and therefore he might be more cautious of others in retrospect. although it might have been just one's normal sense of wariness toward strangers, you can't help the nagging feeling that he somehow knows that you're hiding something. but how?

beel sees the way you wring your fingers together and the restless shifting of your legs, and she decides to take things into her own hands. sending a cold glare to the yashiro commisioner, she icily answers the open questions, "[name] is one of the survivors from the fallen nations."

"..... ah," ayato's smile immediately vanishes, and he retracts into a tense pose before regarding you with a solemn look instead, "i apologize. I must have made you uncomfortable. it must have been hard and traumatic… are you alone in inazuma?"

alone…

you nod and smile, to sign that you're not angry with them or anything like that.

ayaka sighs in relief before realizing something, "where are my manners? i am kamisato ayaka, and this is my brother, kamisato ayato. he is the head of the yashiro commision. if you need any help settling into inazuma, please don't hesitate and let us know!"

"indeed. a pleasure to meet you. as ayaka said, we would be more than happy to help you with anything to ensure you're comfortable staying in inazuma. now that the endless rain is no more, hopefully, the sakura trees will soon bloom again. i assure you the scenery will please your eyes."

my eyes are already pleased even now, though - you think in your head as your eyes sweep over ayato's visage. still, you nod with a grin to show your interest in seeing the sakura blooms. the city does look barren without the purplish-pink petals.

"sorry for the wait!" thoma enters the room with a new pot in his hands, and he skillfully swaps the one sitting on the table with the one he just carried into the room, "i'll take this back- does anyone want any additional toppings? oh, and what drinks would you like, almighty shogun and her esteemed guest?"

typical thoma, always so hospitable and attentive! you offer him a thankful smile and shrug when beel gives you a questioning look. she then orders two dango milk and a few desserts that the teahouse offers. you can see the amusement in the siblings' expressions, but they're polite enough to not comment on it.

while thoma is gone for the second time, ayato and ayaka flawlessly carry the interactions, smoothly jumping from one subject to another to keep the awkward silence away. you sit back and relax, listening and absorbing as much information as possible.

the conversation flows even smoother when the pyro wielder returns. he quickly picks up the cue about your 'inability' to talk somehow, and maneuvers around it without making you feel left out. you observe them in awe - even though their personalities remain the same as their in-game self, you can't help but feel like they've matured somehow… an effect from having to deal with the calamities, perhaps?

besides the good company, you're also blown away by the feast on your table. while your tongue is able to recognize some ingredients thrown into the boiling broth, you're also faced with things you've never tasted before. you eagerly munch on at least one bite of everything, wanting to know how they all taste, and while some don't suit your palate, you're fully enjoying the new culinary experience and that's more important to you.

a comfortable lull in conversation settles when all the plates are emptied. clearly, everyone is in some sort of a food coma, including yourself. ayaka notices this and clears her throat, before suggesting for everyone to take a walk to help their bodies digest the copious amount of food you've just devoured. your positive acknowledgment causes beel to agree to tag along, and so this time, you leave komore teahouse with three extra people compared to when you first entered.

naturally, this earns you even more curious onlookers. the raiden shogun herself, the yashiro commissioner, the shisaragi himegimi, her infamous retainer… and then, there's little ol' you. no doubt, to the locals, you're the one odd duckling here.

you try to ignore the weird looks given to you by listening intently to the words spoken by your companions instead.

"it would be lovely if the fog disperses soon, so that the city receives more sunlight."

"that would be nice, wouldn't it? i quite miss the sun. i don't even remember the last time we felt it warming our skin."

"milord, milady, i understand you'll want to bask under the sun the moment we can see it peek through the fog, but please don't forget that your skin burns easily…"

"i never thought i would ever say this but the idea of getting sunburnt sounds like an occasion to be celebrated, given our situation."

"oh dear… well, i warned you, milord…"

"i'm looking forward to when that day comes! oh, perhaps we should start to prepare a plan to reopen the port in ritou, almighty shogun?"

you can see beel pondering over the suggestion with a fleeting smile at the corner of her lips. Regardless of how she still finds change daunting at times, it seems like the idea brings her some sort of joy this time.

"hm. a good suggestion, however, i believe the flood has yet to subside?"

"yes… and it will take some time, i'm afraid," ayato hums, fiddling with the dimmed vision dangling from his waist, "though i still have yet to regain full control over my vision, i can still at least sense that the seawater has yet to abate."

your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. the hydro emblem is barely visible among the faint blue gem. upon closer inspection, the same phenomenon is present on thoma's pyro vision. and the last time you saw jean, you did notice that her anemo vision wasn't shining as bright, too…

huh. what's that about?

"i see. then, it might take several years until ritou can be opened up again. regrettably, we can only wait as nature heals and fixes itself…," beel momentarily glances downwards past the stairs in front of your group, to the edges of water that had taken claim over hanamizaka, "although, we can always start to plan on how we shall rebuild our city. let us discuss this topic at the next tri-commission meeting."

"as you command, shogun."

a pensive silence falls upon your group. a raven soars in the sky above, before settling on a nearby tree. it's a desolate sight - what should have been a blooming sakura tree reduced to empty branches and sickly-looking trunk of wood. the rain might have stopped overnight, but the disaster is far from over.

.....

you're not sure what possesses you when your legs move on their own accord to descend the stone stairs. beel's soft call of your name didn't reach your ears; your eyes are narrowed, focused on the seawater, and you swear you can see ripples forming on it, as if it's shivering with fear.

a step away from the water, you stop.

behind you, beel and the other allogenes watch in awe as the sigil she has ever only seen and described within books and ancient texts manifests behind you - a four-pointed star, cool blue merging with a delicate pinkish hue, sparkling with shimmering white light.

your voice is soft and calm, yet it pulses through the whole city, and carries throughout inazuma across the seas.

"recede."

the ripples stop abruptly. for a moment, everything is still…

... until all of a sudden, the water starts to move in waves, gently retreating back, moving away from the city.

following the sound of wings flapping, a nearby sakura tree suddenly erupts into full bloom, and a breeze of sakura petals burst forth, swirling around you as if asking for forgiveness. you squint from the sudden increase in brightness, and you watch in awe as the sun seems to shine brighter. overhead, the mist starts to disperse rapidly. surprised yells and cheers could be heard throughout the town. after a long period of seemingly ceaseless downpour, narukami island finally receives unhindered rays of sunlight.

footsteps stop right behind you, followed by beel's voice.

"see, your grace?"

you turn back to face the archon. she's looking up at you from her kneeling position with a hand over her chest, adoration in her purple eyes, crackling with electro energy. behind her, in the same position, you see the others mirroring the same stance and countenance, though they don't dare to meet your eyes - ayato with an all-knowing smile, and the other two looking more dazed.

"teyvat rejoices over your return and awaits your wishes."

from the shadows, you never did notice the darkened glares and scornful leers focused upon your form.

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fuck-customers · 3 years ago

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So this is a Fuck Management story

So I work at Orange Depot and I was asked/ I volunteered to make a poster for a raffle my store is holding at a trade show in our town's event center

I was running back & forth to the back & front trying to work on the damn thing (I draw so that's why I was making it) but due to that & ending up running out of time I had to take it home. Manager A tells me to keep track of my so that I can be compensated since it was off the clock work. I didn't want the extra hours, I just thought it would be fun, but he told me to keep track so I did. I worked from after closing til the next morning, basically pulling an all nighting, to make sure they had something Nice in time for the next day because they needed to set it up then

Next day rolls around I got lectured for 20 minutes by Manager B about working off the clock even though I explained that Manager A told me to keep track of the time when I just wanted to do it for fun, but I had too since it was off the clock

Then was told that didn't matter because I didn't have manager approval (I did, Manager A told me to keep track of the time after he realized I'd have to take it home, fun fact, I can't gauge how long it would take for me to draw stuff that big, I'm Not a carnival quick draw, I don't practice Their craft, it could've been anywhere between 1-8 hours, and it was Almost 6) but she wouldn't let me cut my in store hours to even it out despite me WANTING to do so, that way it would even out. I didn't want the extra pay!!

She kept lecturing me about how I shouldn't let this happen and that going over time without manager approval wasn't allowed (I HAD FUCKING APPROVAL, AND VIDEO PROOF OF MY PROGRESS)

Then told me I spent most of my time in the break room yesterday (1 and a half hours in a 6 hour shift) and basically wasted my time since I didn't finish it them (She saw me working on the damn thing, and I was being called back to the front And had to clear the lot by myself when it was Full)

So I'm feeling like shit the rest of my shift, my coworker (the guy who asked me to draw the poster) said that Manager B's reaction was bullshit

So I told him that after her way of reacting, I'm Never making them another poster, he said that sucks but he totally understands

10 minutes until my shift ends Manager B comes by and tells me "Hey the poster looks amazing! You did such a good job!" After chewing my ass out over the damn thing,

Also asked me if I've seen it put up (...The event is on the other side of town Ma'am.)

"oh you can leave early and cut your hours now if you want" (again, 10 minutes til my shift ends)

And finally "You don't look so good, are you alright?" (I told her it was sleep deprivation then she had the audacity to ask me WHY I WAS SLEEP DEPRIVED WHEN SHE KNEW HOW LONG I WAS WORKING ON IT)

As if me feeling like shit wasn't totally because she chewed my ass out for 20 minutes. I ended up crying 3 times during my shift

So yeah, NEVER making them another poster

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4dtk · 3 years ago

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heloo! can I request hand-holding (3), kisses (6, 12) hugs (32) and touching (12) with renjun, thank uu^^

why do my renjun drabbles always end up so long LOL . btw age old kiss under the mistletoe <3 never too early for x’ams imagines i guess LOL, enjoy!!!

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 32: long-lasting hugs

kisses, 6 & 12: slow kisses, kisses on the corner of their mouth

touching, 12: pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

renjun’s eyes couldn’t leave yours. well, more of your body as you talked with mark, gesturing grandly about his new single that he dropped. he remembers you playing it whenever you met up, rapping the lyrics back to him that only had renjun groaning in embarrassment. staring around the room, he scans over the members in the party with a smile. having had taken a rest from the all the alcohol earlier, he was glad to be left alone to his… indulgences where no one could interrupt him.

“hey.”

“gah! wh- what the hell?” haechan shocks him out of his stupor, easily avoiding a smack on the back from renjun. his laughter gains attention from others, but otherwise they just return a cheeky laugh back while conversing. soon, the other is able to pick up on his loneliness, partially blaming it on the crazy challenge he dared renjun to do earlier. the partial reason, however..

“are you ever going to confess to (y/n)?” haechan raises a brow.

“keep it down! christ, hyuck. just because some members here have their partners on their arms doesn’t mean i should rush to make (y/n) mine.”

“oh, but you’re so obvious that it’s tiring to watch,” haechan sighs, taking a swig of his drink. the both of them admire the theme of the party for a little bit, red and green decorations hung from the spacious dorm, held on the fifth floor because they were the ‘cleanest’ (against jungwoo’s wishes and with kun’s agreement, they settled for an early celebration on the 23rd).

the speakers blasted christmas music, no doubt from the talented mr. bublé who was a compulsory artist to listen to, along with other renditions of christmas songs that just felt good. fairy lights from the members’ rooms were brought to be set up. plus, with ten’s recent sunset light purchase that he bought for the felines, the room was soon bathed in joyous lighting that could rival decorations outside.

“dude. the members had to have their partners fly in because they’re both so busy. (y/n)’s already there, c’mon the opportunity is right there — and this is the one time you’re able to unwind and relax. just go for it, man,” haechan is relaxed and laid-back, haven’t yet experienced the palpitations whenever one looks at their crush. the only exception was probably a rookie idol back then, but that was old news.

“if you happen to want to cuddle or fuck later, we’ll leave you alone.” this time, renjun was able to land a punch to his shoulder, expression turned into a scowl.

“you’re right, i guess. i’ll see what i can do.”

a gasp, “renjun admitting i’m right? rare.” renjun gives the other a lighter smack with a smile, chugging down the last bit of his water before heading over to you. he feels like he’s walking through snow whenever he wants to get to you, the resistance strong with each step. curling and uncurling his fingers, he loosened his freezing hands as you wrap up the conversation with mark.

“renjun! have a good rest? donghyuck was trying to avoid you for the past fifteen minutes, because he knew you’d get another headache if he talked to you.”

“i’m having one right now,” renjun jokes, emphasising his point by rubbing some fingers on his temple.

your laugh is like first snow. or like the heater that’s currently fuelling the house with heat. he isn’t sure what to choose, but he knows he likes it and wants to make you laugh more.

“do you need to rest again? i’ll promise i’ll be quiet-“

“delivery?” someone calls out. with a shout, you’re already at the door, receiving another batch of booze since the grocery shopping you went on earlier severely underestimated how much these boys can drink. “oh- uh-“ renjun swoops in like prince charming, hand brushing over yours while he steps forward to help you. they tingle like electricity, deciding against pulling away which would leave you to struggle.

“miss (l/n) (y/n) and mr huang renjun. please freeze in your place,” haechan’s annoying voice penetrates throughout all the conversation happening and you swear the man beside you mutters a curse as you two try to haul the booze past the member. “place the beer down. you aren’t going anywhere, anyway.”

before any of you can ask for an explanation, he points above you which displayed a mistletoe. “surprise!”

the delivery man’s voice scares you, until you realise it’s johnny, hidden under a very smart disguise of a fake moustache and a replica of the uniform. your mouth hangs open even when johnny squeezes past you with the booze effortlessly hanging from one arm, sighing inaudibly at the absence of the heavy drinks.

“so?” the members are looking at you expectedly like they’re watching a movie. there’s endless thoughts swirling in your mind even when renjun grabs your hand with his timid one, but it calms you down just a little when he brushes a thumb over your skin. it’s like you’re waiting for the director to yell out ‘cut!’; even you thought you’d do better on a movie set.

“(y/n)-“

he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his, garnering a few ooohs and ahhs, including the satisfied smiles and sighs of relief. renjun’s lips taste like a mixture of the candy cane drink he spat out earlier, and some whiskey with coke. it’s a confusing taste, but with the pace your lips are moving with each other, it allows you to draw out every other time you imagined kissing huang renjun.

it doesn’t even come close, if you’re being honest and even if you’re standing in front of countless other men he calls his members in a ridiculously sized k-pop group. renjun deepens the kiss when he turns his head, cold, but clammy hands coming up the cup your cheeks. they shock you for just a bit and there’s a shameless smile into the kiss as renjun continues to deliver pecks onto your own.

he chuckle and it sounds like well-written christmas movies, or the very first listen to michael bublé’s christmas album. you aren’t sure what to choose, but you know you like it and want to make him chuckle more.

in a blink of an eye, you’ve grabbed his hand, heading straight for one of the rooms that you often see when renjun’s gaming with haechan. you recognise it straight away from the set-up and in a rush to shut the door, you stumble just a bit before meeting the hard wood of the door in a roar of laughter.

“great, now they’ve locked two people out,” haechan nudges johnny.

“three!” johnny’s partner calls from the doorway, which makes the living room shake in another round of cheers, getting back into the natural flow of things before everything got interrupted by a plant. faintly, you hear them ask if the plan worked, and haechan’s prideful answer right after.

slowly, you peek out of your hiding spot being your hands. renjun’s eyes shine, “so you like me.” it comes out flatter than he expected and he winces.

you snort, taking a step closer to him on the door, half leaning on it. without any prompting, the other’s arms encircle your waist, now pulling you flush against him while your head rest on his front. the next moments are spent in comfortable silence, the rowdy party going on outside giving you a little of a main character moment. your breathing syncs up, chest expanding and contracting with the deep breaths you take. there’s always a puff of mist leaving your lips, but it appears less now that you’re in your crush’s arms.

“yeah. i like you,” you nod, coming to face him after the tight embrace. his fingers touch your cheek experimentally and you flinch, the pads freezing cold to the touch. maybe it’s because he didn’t touch whiskey for the past half ’n hour. gently, you take his hands in yours. “why’re you always freezing?”

“ugh. you figured me out. tactic to get you to hold my hands.” throwing your head back in a silent laugh, you shake your head in disbelief.

“at least you haven’t caught on to me, holding your hands down so you won’t have to-” a kiss to one corner of his mouth. “restrict me from-” another to the other. “doing this.” lastly to his lips.

renjun entertains your dramatic flair with his jaw hung open. it doesn’t last long, though. “why would i restrict you from doing that?” you shrug, letting go of his hands now that they gained sufficient warmth. renjun silently decides it’s not enough, but first, he wants to kiss you again. his fingers are less freakishly cold now, brushing against your skin to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. it sits there obediently, dissimilar with the way you did it. ‘it always falls out!’ you want to tell him later, but first, you want to kiss him again.

“huang renjun, you drive me crazy.” grinning, renjun knows it’s your way of confessing before his lips collide with yours with the fervour that hallmark movies lacked, and ironically, a plot which hallmark movies embodied. and just like that, you wish you could hold a pause icon over your head, because you wanted this to last for as long as it could.

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years ago

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Five Lies

Day 6, Story #2 is by @be11atrixthestrange

Author/Artist: be11atrixthestrange Pairing: Ron/Hermione Prompt: 5+1 Rating: M Trigger Warning(s) (if any): mentions of character death

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Five Lies Five times Ron lied to Hermione, and one time he told the truth

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-Year Four - The Common Room

Ron was thankful the common room was empty, because he needed a moment alone. He plopped down into an armchair by the fire, and breathed a heavy sigh. His throat felt tight, and his eyes stung with unshed tears. He didn't need a mirror to tell him that his face was as red as a beet; he could feel it.

Earlier in the Great Hall, Fleur had asked him to pass the bread, and he just stared at her. Like an idiot.

George's voice still echoed in his ear. "Ronniekins, aren't you going to say something?"

And then Fred had to make it worse. "He can't! He's too busy drooling."

It seemed that everyone followed suit and laughed at him, even Fleur, whose cheeks glowed pink, her expression full of amusement and pity.

Why did Fred and George always embarrass him? They also lost their cool around Fleur — it wasn't just Ron. None of the Weasley boys knew how to act around a Veela. Ron just wished he could control it better.

"Ron? Are you okay?"

Ron froze at the sound of Hermione's voice. He hadn't heard her come in. She took a seat in the armchair across from him, but he avoided her gaze, choosing to shake his head instead.

"They were just joking around, you know," she said. Her tone was sympathetic, and he realized that he didn't care that she almost caught him crying. She would never tell anyone.

"I wish they wouldn't," he said, the words escaping through gritted teeth.

"I know. It's not fair."

Ron could feel her intent gaze, and looked up to meet her eyes. He always liked her eyes. They were big and brown, but the specific shade changed all the time. In the firelight, they almost looked hazel. "Why do they always make fun of me?

Hermione shrugged. "They probably just think you fancy her."

Ron raised his eyebrows at her. "Who, Fleur?"

"Yes, Fleur. Who else?"

He did not fancy Fleur. He didn't even know her.

It was just her stupid Veela power that made him act like an idiot.

"Well, I don't fancy her. I don't fancy anyone." The phrase took a defensive tone, slipping from his lips without a second thought. As soon as he said it, he realized that it didn't even sound true.

"You really don't fancy anyone?" Something unrecognizable crossed her face. Surprise, maybe. Maybe Hermione really did think he fancied Fleur.

He looked her in the eye and wanted more than anything to tell her the truth, but it didn't feel like an option. The thought of telling Hermione that he did, in fact, fancy someone made him a thousand times more nervous than Fleur asking him to pass the bread.

"Really. I don't fancy anyone."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, almost as if she didn't believe him. "I'm going to go to bed," she said, before turning away and shuffling off toward the girls' dormitory.

Ron watched her walk away, confusion etched across his face. It felt like a premature end to their conversation. Maybe she knew he was lying?

He shook his head. It probably wasn't about him. It was possible she wasn't feeling well — she had been looking a little pale, anyway. With a shrug, Ron rose to his feet and started toward his own dormitory, hoping Hermione would feel better in the morning.

-Year Five- The Corridor

Ron never thought he'd look forward to Prefect rounds. He had assumed they'd be nothing but a chore, cutting into his valued free time, preventing him from getting down to the Quidditch pitch to practice. He thought he'd fall behind on homework by dedicating a certain number of hours each week to his duties, but it wasn't an issue at all.

As it turned out, he didn't mind the extra work. Patrolling the corridors at night was a nice reprieve from the stress of schoolwork, and it gave him a much-needed break from dealing with Harry's constant brooding.

It didn't hurt that he got to do it with Hermione. In fact, that's probably what made it most enjoyable. They hadn't spent much time together, just the two of them, in a long while. Not since Hogsmeade visits during their third year, and it was nice.

Ron noticed things about Hermione when they were alone, things he'd never have paid attention to otherwise. Like the way she ran her fingers along the wall when they turned a corner, like she was drawing a line in sand, or how she constantly tucked her hair behind her ears only for it to pop back out again.

He learned that she licked her lips right before she spoke, and that's how Ron knew she was about to interrupt him mid-conversation. It was infuriating when she did that, but he never wanted it to stop.

"What's left to check?" she asked, startling him.

"Oh, erm, just the seventh floor, I think," he said.

"Okay, let's go. Maybe we can finish rounds early."

She turned the corner, and Ron followed behind, watching her skip down the hall. Hermione seemed to like Prefect rounds too; he could tell by the bounce in her step. Everything about her seemed to be relaxed; her stride, her smile, and her overall demeanor. Her shirt hung loosely on her frame, as she'd released its top button, and her socks were pushed down to her ankles, as if even her clothes knew it was the end of the day.

He shouldn't be thinking about her clothes. That was dangerous territory.

Ron cleared his throat. "Yeah, that would be fun. Could always use more free time."

"Or, you could use the extra time to get ahead on McGonagall's essay," she teased, smiling back at him. His neck felt hot.

"Only if you help me."

"Of course," she said. "Homework is more fun when we do it together."

"I agree."

Ron was beside her now, and he stole another glance in her direction. Her face was flushed; it was warm on the higher floors, and her skin glowed from a light sheen of sweat. How had he never noticed that she had a few scattered freckles on her nose?

"Why do you keep doing that?" she asked. Her eyes were on him now, and he felt the warmth in his neck spreading.

"Doing what?" he asked, his tone defensive.

"You're staring at me!"

"I"m no—"

"Yes, you keep doing it," she argued. Although her cheeks were rosy and her eyes narrowed, she wore a faint smirk and didn't seem to be angry. She was just teasing him.

He kind of liked it.

"Well, if you must know, you have something on your cheek," he lied.

"I do?" asked Hermione as she wiped her face with her sleeve. "Did I get it?"

"No, let me try."

Hermione paused and took a step closer to him. He reached a hand up to her face to cup it and brushed a thumb across her cheek, trying to ignore the tidal wave that crashed in his stomach at the contact. Her skin was so soft.

He couldn't let his hand linger on her face without attracting suspicion, so with great effort, he let it drop to his side.

"Is it gone?"

"Um. Yeah."

She pressed a hand to her cheek. "What was it?"

Nothing. "Not sure," he said.

"Hmm," shrugged Hermione. "Well, thank you!" She turned to skip back down the hallway, a few strides in front of Ron.

"No problem," muttered Ron.

He could still feel a tingle on his thumb, the memory of her soft skin still fresh on his mind. He watched her run ahead of him, trying not to think too hard about the way her hair bounced or her skirt fluttered with each stride, because it was maddening.

He groaned. As maddening as it was, he hoped that would never stop. That way, he could keep it on the list of reasons to look forward to Prefect rounds.

-Year Six- The Courtyard

Finally, Ron was alone on a bench in the courtyard, having just convinced Lavender to let him be so he could "study". In reality, he just needed some space.

He liked her enough, but being with Lavender wasn't what he had imagined having a girlfriend to be like. It was nothing like being friends with a girl, at least from his limited experience. All Lavender wanted to do was snog, and Ron missed having someone to talk to, tease, and argue with.

Truth was, he missed Hermione. But unfortunately, she wanted nothing to do with him. She made that perfectly clear in the form of a flock of canaries, and he still had the scabs to remind him.

Ron closed his eyes and was enjoying the silence when the most unexpected voice pulled him back to the present.

"Hey."

His eyes snapped open to see Hermione standing there, right in front of him. Think of the devil.

"Hey." His response just spilled out of his mouth, and it didn't take on the angry tone he had intended. He sounded almost excited to see her.

Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "Ron, can I talk to you?"

Ron cleared his throat and asked in his most stoic tone, "Promise not to attack me again?"

"I promise."

"Then go on," he said, crossing his arms across his chest so Hermione could get a full view of his scars.

"I'm— I'm sorry about that." She motioned to his arms, and her eyes watered with tears.

"I know you are."

She averted her eyes and licked her lips before continuing. "I was jealous, and it wasn't fair. I hope you can forgive me someday."

She continued to stare intently toward the ground as her cheeks brightened, and Ron resisted a smile.

"You were jealous?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He kept his face neutral, but he couldn't lie — it was a nice thing to hear. He just wished he heard it sooner.

Hermione nodded and finally met his gaze. "I was."

Her eyes were strikingly dark and deep, a fact he'd always appreciated, but had forgotten over the last few weeks. He could stare at them for hours, but he willed himself not to fall under their spell. "Why didn't you talk to me instead of turning birds on me?"

Everything would have been so much easier.

"That's why I'm talking to you now."

"Well, it's too bloody late. I'm with Lavender," he said, unsure who he was trying to convince.

"I know it's too late. I just wanted you to know."

It seemed like an eternity that they stood there in silence, neither wanting to continue the conversation nor feeling like it was over.

Hermione was the first to break the silence. "Are you happy with her?"

And how the hell was he supposed to answer that?

Ron was thrilled Lavender wanted to be with him. She wanted to kiss him, hold his hand in public, and call him her boyfriend. What wasn't to love? He should be happy with her, she was almost everything he had ever wanted.

That, and he'd be an ungrateful arse if he said no. "Yeah. I am."

She nodded solemnly, and Ron swore he could see her eyes glisten with tears. "Then I'll try to be happy for you too," she said, her voice cracking.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because Hermione had already turned her back to him and was walking away. He watched until she turned the corner, trying to convince himself that he had told her the truth.

-Year Seven- The Tent

Rain pounded against the canvas tent, and the way the sound echoed through the air made the space feel hollow and empty. Ron could feel the weight of the locket around his neck, its chain digging into his skin. It felt almost like icy fingers clutching his throat, threatening to squeeze should he try to ignore it. He didn't think he could ignore it, even if he tried. The cold metal against his skin paired with its threatening voice inside his head almost commanded more attention than the slowly healing wound on his shoulder.

Ron was lying on his cot, covered in blankets that seemed to do nothing to keep him warm. He could hear Hermione flipping through a book across the room in her own bed, probably just as cold as he was.

"How's your shoulder?" she asked. To Ron, her voice sounded full of both pity and impatience, as if her real question was why he hadn't healed yet. What was taking him so long?

She doesn't actually care about your shoulder.

"It's fine," he snapped back.

He could feel the tension in the pause that followed, and even though he wasn't looking at her, he could imagine her jaw clenching, her cheeks reddening, and her eyes rolling.

"You don't need anything?" she eventually asked, her tone stiff and controlled.

Listen to her. She thinks you're pathetic. Needy. It disgusts her.

Instead of answering, Ron just shook his head. He knew she was watching him because he could feel her big brown eyes boring into him.

"Okay then."

He heard her book close, then the sound of her sliding out of bed. Ron turned to look just as she bent down to rummage through her bag. She faced her back to him, and Ron could make out the shape of her bum through her sweatpants. It sent a pang of longing through his entire body, and the locket wasted no time latching on to the opportunity to harass him further.

Go ahead and look, but don't kid yourself; you'll never touch.

He averted his eyes when she stood up.

"What are you doing, then?" she asked, now clutching a different stack of books under her arm.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" she chirped. Her voice wavered as she lost control of keeping it neutral. "You know we have horcruxes to find."

She narrowed her eyes, and her cheeks ignited with red. Her hair seemed to expand and swarm her head. It wasn't just anger that did that to her. She looked electric whenever her passion was kindled, whether due to anger, schoolwork, elf-rights, or him.

He could rile her up, and Merlin, did he enjoy doing it. He was always up for helping her unleash that stored up tension through an argument. Often he wondered how else he could help her find that release. A few ideas came to mind.

Never going to happen.

"Are you seriously angry at me?" he asked, his tone sharp and scathing.

"You know what? Yeah, I am," she launched back.

"Well, sorry I'm injured, Hermione," he laughed, now sitting up in bed. "Let's not forget that you're the one who got me splinched."

"And let's not forget that I'm doing everything I can to help you heal."

She thinks you're a burden. A waste of her time.

"Okay, then stop complaining about me not doing anything when you know I can't."

Hermione crossed her arms and took a step closer. Ron willed himself to keep his eyes on her face, even though her shirt was too big, so the sleeves fell off her shoulder, and there was a patch of exposed skin above her waistband, reminding Ron of how soft her skin was. It had been so long since he touched her.

"Then stop staring at me like that," she said. "I can't tell if you're mad at me or if you want me to do something for you, and honestly, I'm kind of sick of cooking you dinner and not even hearing a thank you."

Don't you dare give her the satisfaction of apologizing.

"Seriously, what do you want from me?" she continued.

What a loaded question. Ron wanted everything from her — her time, her attention, and her body. When she removed his shirt to check his wound, he wanted her to remove his trousers too. He wanted her to crawl in bed with him and let him take her clothes off, piece by piece. He wanted to be strong enough to hold himself up so she could slide underneath him and wrap her legs around his hips. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, shag her, and then hold her afterward, fall asleep together, and wake up entangled with her.

Too bad she doesn't want you back.

"I don't want anything from you."

She softened her stare and took a step back. Maybe he was reading too much into her expression, but Ron could have sworn he saw a flash of disappointment on her face, as if she hoped there would be something he wanted from her.

You're imagining that.

"Good," she said, unknowingly confirming the locket's taunt, before turning away and leaving him there, in his bed, cold and alone.

-Year Seven- Shell Cottage

Although Ron might have looked peaceful and serene sitting so still, his mind was anything but calm. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the armchair, trying his best to fall asleep, but he was far from tired. His back ached, and he longed to get up and move, but it wasn't worth leaving Hermione's side.

It felt like he had been waiting days for her to wake up, and in that time, he had imagined the worst.

For one, he feared that she might not wake up at all, ever, and the empty hole that her screams had carved within him would be there for the rest of his life, like a scar across his heart.

Two, that she might wake up but never be the same, just like Neville's parents. Maybe she wouldn't remember him. Maybe she would, but she wouldn't understand when he told her he loved her.

And three, that she'd awake with clarity, forever haunted by the memory of what happened to her. Maybe she'd associate her trauma with the magical world, or with Ron himself, and she'd leave it all behind. He'd support her, of course, and he'd be thrilled she was okay, but he wouldn't be okay. He wasn't okay.

So he sat there, looking peaceful but panicking internally. He had no idea what to expect when and if Hermione woke up.

He was utterly shocked when she spoke to him.

"Hi, Ron," her voice snapped his eyes open. She was watching him, even smiling at him. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.

She chuckled when he pinched himself.

"Oh, thank Merlin you're awake," he said when his pinch did nothing.

"Did you sleep here?"

"Yeah. I hope that's okay," he said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"Have you left my side?" she asked, her eyes wide, questioning yet knowing.

He shook his head no, and his cheeks grew hot.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He smiled at her, and she smiled back. There was something so innocent about the interaction; it felt like they were just kids nervously admitting a crush. Her hand was lying on the edge of the bed, inches from his, and he didn't hesitate to reach for it and intertwine their fingers. She squeezed his hand back, although weakly, and he ran his thumb across her skin. Even bloodied and scarred, her skin was as soft as he remembered.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he said.

"Me too."

"Are you in pain?"

She nodded. "A little."

"I can have Fleur bring up some pain potion."

"Yeah, but not yet."

"In a bit, then."

They shared a look, an acknowledgement that they were alone, and pain potion could wait. Neither felt the need to give it words, they were awful with words, the king and queen of miscommunication, but there was nothing to misinterpret in a simple look.

"Can I hug you? Gently, of course."

Hermione nodded, and Ron inched forward on his chair to wrap his arms around her. Her head nestled into his shoulder, and he buried his face in her hair.

"How's Harry?" she asked, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

"He's fine," Ron answered. "Worried about you, of course."

She nodded. "And you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you okay?"

Ron sighed and pulled her closer. Was he okay? He had a few cuts and bruises, but that was nothing compared to his emotional toll. He helplessly listened to Bellatrix torture the woman he loved, hadn't slept since they arrived at Shell Cottage, and had spent days fearing she'd be gone. In those days, he learned exactly how much was at stake. He could still lose her.

He wasn't okay.

"Yes, I'm okay," he muttered, hoping that it would be true soon enough.

-After The Battle-

The Treehouse

Ron didn't mind the quiet of the treehouse; it was much better than the silence of the Burrow. At least the treehouse was supposed to be that way. He was leaning over the edge, forearms on a wooden beam, and through the leaves, he could make out the tall, lopsided house he called home. Before now, the Burrow always looked like it was bursting at the seams, about to collapse from the energy inside. His mum would say it was magic that held it together, not carpentry, but now it didn't matter. It seemed empty, and the magic was gone.

The treehouse was where Ron would always come when he needed to be alone. With six siblings, there was always someone yelling, laughing or crying. But not with five. Even though there were so many people back in the house, it was still too quiet. No one knew what to say, so they said nothing. Fred wouldn't have wanted that.

"Hi."

Ron startled at the voice. He had been too lost in his thoughts to hear anyone approaching but instantly relaxed when Hermione stepped up beside him, shoulder to shoulder. He smiled; in the days following Fred's death, Hermione was the only one who could elicit that reaction from him.

"I brought you something," she said.

He looked down at her hand to see that she was holding a plate of food — Mum's shepherd's pie, treacle tart, and pumpkin juice.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said as she handed him the plate. "I didn't want to go inside and talk to people."

"I know."

Ron turned away from the edge and slid to a seat, resting the plate on his lap. Hermione settled in beside him. "How'd you know where I was?"

She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I had a hunch."

Ron thought back to the last time they had been in the treehouse together — the previous summer before Harry arrived. He didn't even remember the first time he brought her here, but through all those summers, the treehouse became a place where they could just be. They could do whatever they wanted here, yet not once had she rested her head on his shoulder.

He looped his free arm around her, encouraging her to lean in, and pressed a kiss to her hair. He had always wanted to do that, and it was so strange to be able to now. If the circumstances were better, he'd like to do so much more.

"Will you stay?" he asked.

"As long as you need me to."

The longer they sat there in comfortable silence, leaning against one another and eating from the same plate, the more he wished they could just stay there forever. It was the perfect place to hide from his grief.

Maybe he shouldn't be hiding from grief, but the pain of Fred's loss only accentuated what he felt for Hermione. It was about time he had something to be happy about, even if that happiness was confined within the walls of the treehouse. After all, he had a feeling that the reality of Fred's death would hit him like a ton of bricks as soon as he left.

So maybe he'd just stay.

"What's on your mind?" asked Hermione.

She was on his mind but based on her smirk, she knew that. He must have been staring at her. That had been happening a lot lately.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Of course."

He'd never told her how he felt, but he was in the treehouse, where everything was perfect, and nothing could go wrong. Now was as good a time as any.

"I'm thinking about how much I love you."

She met his gaze and he watched those warm brown eyes grow wide. "Really?"

"Yes," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to say it back, I know it's soon—"

"I love you too," she interrupted, leaning her head against his hand. "Always have."

Even though a world of mourning awaited Ron outside of the treehouse, he couldn't help but smile. Hermione could do that for him; she was just like the magic that once held his house together.

"Brilliant," he said as he leaned in for a kiss, one that she happily returned.

He loved that they could do this now.

It was an odd feeling, being so genuinely elated and grief-stricken at the same time, but he simply couldn't feel any other way; it was the truth. And at this point, if anyone deserved the truth, it was Hermione.

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission #romione #ron x hermione #tw: character death

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago

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Danger! Danger! Death the Crisis! Dangerous Zombie! Our next round sees us taking on a zombie horde! Likely a nod to the Left 4 Dead series or Capcom's failed multiplayer experience Umbrella Corps. Mmmmm... or perhaps because Bandai, it's a nod to Splatterhouse?

That there slippery fox is leading us down a very interesting trail, that's for sure. I sure hope that it keeps its momentum going strong.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Taira-san... :(

-I guess keeping record of your descent into toxic gamerism would be a good thing to do if they ever find you dead.

-Tsumuri, you are immensely creepy in the best way, I love you.

-Only the Jamato, huh?

-They ate him.

-Poor Keiwa.

-Wow, the Sonozakis would be envious of this amount of real estate.

-Who you lookin' for, Ace?

-Yeah, Trust Last is fantastic. I wanna hear the full version so much.

-Oh... static...

-Mr. Ginpen is gone...

-Neon-chan!

-I wonder... could anybody who was involved with the production of the first episode of the original 1971 series, anybody at all, could they have predicted we'd reach this point?

-NEON AND ACE HOLY FUCK

-The two most famous human beings in the world, together on camera!

-Oh shit, Da-Pan!

-"Streaming your escape attempts?"

-Honey, cats don't do too hot

-Oh shit, the bodyguard dudes.

-Awww, they're starstruck :)

-These guys seem like really fun side characters, hope they stick around

-Zombies!

-Oh my god, video game graphics.

-Oh wow, there's a lot to these games.

-I wonder if they're trying to encourage kids to try and play with these rules?

-I see there's a lot of emphasis on playing fair this round.

-Gambling in full view of Miss Tsumuri, huh?

-I love all the poses!

-Neon's prolonged one is adorable btw

-I love the look of this man's shield.

-Seems like we're all ready!

-Oooooh, and Buffa draws first blood!

-Meanwhile Mr. Tycoon's doing a great job helping civilians, what a guy!

-Oh shit, the boost!

-Nago, you don't have to be so catlike!

Da-Paan: Nobody's stupid enough to help you! Geats: immediately helps her

-You should've gone for the head.

-Man, I love the use of the environment, it's so cool.

-Poor Nago.

-STRAIGHT UP SNATCHED IT

-Hello Mary!

-You seem like a pretty cool guy.

-PAY TO WIN HLJK:KJ

-Costumes, of course!

-"Typical rich people... you are not an EPIC PUBG GAMER LIKE ME, WHO SPENT LIKE 6 HOURS FOR A PAIR OF JEANS!"

-These characters are so funny hjkhgj

-Gotta meet that prince!

-"No fighting :c"

-"Sorry Keiwa, we're all rivals."

-Yep. This is a proper Death Game story.

-I wonder how much money this DGP swag goes for on Premium Bandai? Maybe... 20,000 yen? 400,000? A kidney?

-I see...

-This is fun. I really love these kinds of "death game" stories, there's so much to the way characters are written and how

-To create our ideal world.

-The second wave comes.

-Da-Paan with the assist!

-I see the Pipe Bonk strat has been taken up by Buffa!

-What's this? Ace Ukiyo's just standing around! Oh, and he hops in! Here comes the Zombie Raise Buckle! Gotta say folks, this look is absolutely working for him!

-Ready! Fight!

-Jesus Christ man, what the hell

-Just gonna shoot a girl in the back like that?

-Gotta say, the zombie look is absolutely workin' for Geats.

-I love the brutality behind this weapon too.

-Yep, this is absolutely a Splatterhouse reference.

-I see Da-Paan's score means nothing to him.

-Oooooh, dodging with the revolve!

-Y'know Sumida, you really set my expectations low, but goddamn.

-Oh shit

-Got run down, and your dreams with you?

-Naturally, you gotta make the entire world suffer alongside you!

-You're quite a piece of work, huh man? Monokuma lookin' ass.

-Oh man, we're doing a Sengoku thing again, huh?

-Man...

-Oh shit, Neon

-Damn girl, you waited

-So we have a chance.

-You die in the game, you die in real life. Couldn't have seen that coming, huh?

-Ohhhhhhh, Na-Go's got the Boost Buckle next episode!

-Hell yeah, gurl! Get it!

-Eagerly anticipating our next wave.

#kamen rider geats #kamen rider #kr geats #geats spoilers #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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peachbear88 · 3 years ago

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For your followr celebration could you write a blurb where American Pie is Yelena and her wife’s wedding song? I’m currently listening to it and the idea just came to me.

Okay! I like this idea a lot! Let's go with... fluff! Thank you for submitting this! :) <3

(PSA: The celebration will be closing in 6 days (09/09.)

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The Russian Wedding

Yelena paces back and forth, nervously tugging at her shirt collar as Natasha watches her sister amusedly.

"If you keep pulling your shirt, the buttons will break," she drawls, earning a glare from her sister.

"I don't see why I can't just wear my vest and get it over with." Yelena grumbles, sprawling out on the dressing room's couch. "Ow!" She exclaims as Natasha slaps her.

"Because it's your wedding!" She sighs exasperatedly. "You can't just get married in a vest!"

"Why not? I'll bet Alexei married Melina in his 'crImSOn dyNaMO' suit!" Yelena complains, prodding at the hem of Natasha's dress shirt.

"Stop it." Nat snaps, yanking her shirt away from the younger girl. Her gaze softens as Yelena picks at her fingernails anxiously. "Hey." Yelena looks up.

"I just want it to be perfect." Yelena admits shakily. Nat smiles, taking her sister's hands in her own.

"It already is. She loves you. You know that." They smile at each other, the insecurities and doubts being drowned in reassurances.

"Hey!" Alexei's head pops through the door, clad in an obnoxious red mask. Yelena's smile falters. "The wedding's starting-"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Natasha grabs her sister by the waist, preventing her from tearing the helmet from her father's head.

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"It's not fair," Alexei pouts, watching as Yelena smiles nervously, constantly checking her watch. Melina shushes him, gently patting his matted, unruly hair and straightening his tie.

Natasha and Melina had spent a good 10 minutes wrangling him into a borrowed suit from a kind stranger that was the same size as Alexei.

"How'd you do it?" Yelena whispers, nodding towards Alexei from the front of the wedding.

"I borrowed someone's suit." She whirls towards her older sister, shock on her face.

"You stole someone's clothes at my wedding?"

"Hey, I didn't steal them!" Yelena shakes her head disapprovingly, fighting back a smile.

"What'd you do with the body then?" Natasha smirks.

"That is not your concern." She gestures towards the entrance of the venue. "She is."

Yelena's eyes widen as you walk down the aisle, nervously itching at your ribcage. It was no secret how much you despised dresses and corsets.

"So much for being graceful," Natasha mumbles, stifling a laugh. Yelena elbows her sister in the stomach.

You smile at Yelena as you finally arrive at the pew.

"You got a little drool there сестра (sister)." Natasha mutters under her breath but her smirk falters when you send her a firm glare.

"Y/N, when I met you, you had no clue who I was. You saw me as a simple girl from Ohio. And I wanted to keep it like that. I didn't want you to know the truth because," she takes a watery breath. "Because I was afraid you'd leave me. When you found out, it felt like everything stopped. My heart stopped beating, my soul froze and my lungs stopped working. But at my darkest hour, you came back. You didn't leave me. You didn't call me a monster and sacrifice me to the darkness. You accepted me. You helped me live." She smiles at you, a soft, genuine smile, full of hope, love and respect.

"I'm gonna have a hard time topping that speech," you joke and a small wave of laughter goes around. "Yelena, you're the one that saved me from the internal darkness. You make it sound like I was your savior but in reality, I need you just as much. You deserve so much more then to be forced to undergo all that trauma. You're not a monster, you're an angel. You're not a murderer, you're a hero. You are mine." She turns away as the crowd cheers, discreetly wiping her tears on her shirt sleeve.

"That was pretty sweet wasn't it?" Natasha teases. "But honestly, we all know the part they really want to get to is the kiss!" She pulls the microphone right next to her mouth. "So get to it!"

You chuckle shyly before gently wrapping your arms around Yelena's neck, pulling her towards you.

Her lips are raw, presumably from all the anxious lip biting she was doing minutes before.

People cheer, as you pull away. a faint blush dusting your cheeks.

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A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music Used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

"Lena?" You mumble, your voice muffled by her shoulder.

"Yes love?" She whispers, twirling you around in her arms as the two of you waltz around the room.

"You love me right?" She snorts.

"We just got married медовый (honey)." She jokes weakly before sighing. "Yes. I do love you. And you deserve so much more-" You cut her off with a small but passionate kiss.

"I deserve you."

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died

"Hi." Natasha greets you and she wraps her arms around your waist. You can see Yelena dancing with Wanda, the two talking in low voices.

"Hello."

"Listen here. I know you two are madly in love and whatnot," you suck in a deep breath. "But if you ever even think about hurting her." She brings one hand up to her throat, drawing an invisible line with her thumb. "I will not hesitate to throw your body into a ditch and set it on fire."

"That's a new one," you comment drily. She snorts before twirling you around, letting your hand go.

So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die"

By the time you finish twirling, you find yourself face to face with Yelena again.

"What were you and Nat talking about?"

"Oh nothing. Just the usual. Kids and cute grandchildren." Yelena chokes on her spit.

"Kids?" You scrunch up your eyesbrows.

"Yeah. Unless you're not okay with that?" Yelena frantically shakes her head.

"No no! I'm fine with kids! More than fine." She smiles lovingly at you. You smirk.

"Natasha was right. You are whipped."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

She is yours and you are hers.

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