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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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Minimal Loss - Maximal Stress

(A/N): This was requested by an anon and plays in the intern universe. It’s based on 4x3 “Mininal Loss”. I didn’t follow the exact plot, but the quint essence is there (you’ll see what I mean). I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: An intern goes along on a seemingly undangerous case with Emily and Spencer on a ranch under the lead of Benjamin Cyrus. What could go possibly wrong (well, everything ig)?

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, guns, vomit, swear words, ususal Criminal Mind stuff

Wordcount: 2.9k

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“Do you guys really think it’s a good idea to bring a child to an interview about child abuse?” Agent Lunde asks skeptically while steering the car towards the ranch, where the allegions originated from.

“(Y/N) is our intern and we thought she has to make some experience in the field and since this is the most peaceful case you can find within the BAU, it’s her opportunity”, Emily defends the team’s decision.

“Also, she is nearly the same age as the girls, so it’s easier for them to open up to her and she is incredibly bright, meaning she can help us deducing a profile”, Spencer adds. The teenager doesn’t acknowledge anything they say, too engrossed in listening to One Direction over her bluetooth earbuds.

Soon the quartet arrives at the Saptarian ranch. “I’m looking for Benjamin Cyrus.” “You found him”, answers the man, who sits in front of a chapel.

“He really is nicely placed. I feel like I looked like this in my math classes. I was like beautiful decoration, but had no use”, (Y/N) whispers to Emily. She in turn has a look of confusion on her face. “You aced math, you graduated with an A+ in it.” “Just because I have good grades doesn’t mean I’m not stupid. I mean, I’m educated, but stoopid.”

A little later she sits across from a blonde girl named Jessica, asking her questions about the 911 call. Her mother continuously steps into that conversation.

“Jessica, can you tell me, if anyone here were ever touched inappropriately?” “Is this really necessary? You are a child yourself, shouldn’t ask one of the other agents the questions?” Slowly the teenager’s patience is wearing down and Spencer can definitely see that from five meters away.

“Ma’am, with all due respect, but I’m perfectly capable of conducting this interview, if you stop interrupting me. I may be young, which doesn’t stand in my way of being an intern for CPS and still knowing my way around, so please step to me colleagues or something and let me do my job.” Hesitantly the mother gives the two girls their space.

As soon as she is out of earshot, Jessica begins to explain. “Nobody is touched in a way they shouldn’t be touched. Or is it wrong for a wife to share a bed with her husband.”

(Y/N) remembers Emily telling her to not judge anything anyone of the girls will say. But damn it, this girl is really hard not to judge.

“Wait wait wait. Let me get this straight: You are simping for that walking quote machine?” Okay, maybe she is judging. But just a little bit.

“If simping means deeply in love then yes, I am simping for Benjamin Cyrus, my husband.” At this point the other three agents get closer again. “Jessica, the state of Colorado demands parental consent. You aren’t married to him unles-'' The black haired woman cuts the young doctor off. “She did give consent.”

(Y/N) can barely contain the unsurprised “surprised” gasp leaving her mouth. But it would have been cut short nonetheless, since sudden gunfire erupted outside the school building.

Fairly quickly everybody is evacuated through the tunnels. As Cyrus tells the cult members to trust in god, the teenager turns to the agents. “This much to it’s safe for me here. Didn’t anybody check for weapons or something?” Flabbergasted because of the whole situation Spencer answers. “Yes, Garcia checked with the authorities and nothing was suspicious.”

Suddenly Lunde takes all the courage she has (maybe because a teenager she brought into this is in immediate danger like all the other kids) and goes up with the cult leader to speak to the shooting law enforcement officers. Shortly after the other three get the message of her death.

But they don’t have any time to think about her, since they all are shoved into the chapel.

While Cyrus holds a speech about trust in god in dangerous and trying times like this the BAU in Quantico learns about the shooting through the tv news report.

“HOTCH”, Morgan yells up to the Unit Chief’s office, probably giving everybody else a heart attack. Alarmed Aaron storms out into the bullpen followed by Rossi, who is attracted by the tumult. “Aren’t Prentiss and Reid on that ranch?” Derek asks, his eyebrows furrowing in worry.

Squinting at the screen, horror etches on the other agent’s face. “(Y/N) is also there”, he says, realizing that they sent a minor with zero field experience into a lava hot situation.

Suddenly the whole bullpen’s phones ring, which results in Hotch barking his first commands.

After a nightflight to Colorado the team sets up at the crime scene.

“Dave, I was appointed to determine the primary negotiator”, Aaron tells him after he pulls him to the side. “It makes sense. I trained most of the people here, if you want me I can give you a few recommendations.” But the Unit Chief shakes his head. “No, I want you to be the negotiator in this.”

Now it’s Rossi’s turn to shake his head. “Aaron, I can’t do it, I’m too emotionally involved.” “So are all of us and why should I take the student if I can have the teacher?” The older one sighs in resignation and accepts the offer. They don’t have the team nor reccourses for any mistakes in this.

As he goes to prepare for his task at hand, Hotch hears a man complaining loudly. “I demand to talk to know why I wasn't told that the FBI was sending undercover agents into the Saptarian ranch?” “The only thing you are in position to demand is a lawyer”, he says while stepping closer to the scene.

“Who the hell are you?” The man spits out into his direction. “I’m Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief. I’m the guy who is gonna tell the Attorney General of the United States whether to charge you with obstructing a federal investigation or negligent homicide.” “You can’t talk to me like that”.

Upon closing the little bit of space between both of them, Aaron stares him down. “Get off my crime scene.” Just a few seconds of the intense and pissed Hotch Stare are enough to chase that man down to his car and go on his way to Coward Island.

Meanwhile the first contact is made, Emily and Spencer tell (Y/N) in hushed voices what the situation means. “There are three groups here. The leader, in this case Cyrus. The hard die hard believers, the goons of him, and the followers”, Spencer explains.

“In a case like this we go for minimal loss. We try to get as many of the followers out as possible, because the rest won’t give up as long as they can breathe. At first we go with one or two people, children mostly, then with smaller groups and in the end we get out as many of these people we can. Soon, there will be the first supply delivery from our team, but it’s gonna be bugged, which means we know they are listening. Understood?” Emily adds.

Aside from the knowledge that there is a great possibility that they won’t come out alive of this one, (Y/N) is pretty calm. “Honestly, it’s pretty extra here. I mean I can’t even, look at the walls and the whole pseudo decoration. Why would anybody choose this willingly? But yeah, I understand.” Seeing that these phrases are a kind of a coping mechanism, the two agents aren’t too concerned about her right now. I mean, of course they are pretty much on edge because they all are in a hostage situation, but since the teenager doesn’t seem to be on the verge of a breakdown she has to be fine.

“Is there anything you want to know?” The black haired woman asks, stroking the younger one’s hair out of her face. “No, not right now. This is anything but basic, but I’ll hit you up if something shoots into my mind.”

When Rossi comes in to hand make the first delivery, he looks beyond worried. It seems like he got years older in the span of the last 24 hours. As he glances through the rows of people, he subtly acknowledges their presence and well being.

“How do we know this will be nothing like Waco?” (Y/N) asks out of the blue as all the members get a cup of wine. Surprised Emily turns towards her. “You know about Waco?” “Duh? I told you, I’m educated. So, how do we kno-” “And together we drank the poison.” “Oh well, I guess we do now. It’s nearly iconic how bad his acting is.” Now both of the agents look confused at her.

“What? Didn’t I tell you that I was a theater kid? Also, his goons are writing the reactions down, so it’s just a test to know who to separate from the group and who not.” Even in a situation like this a girl in a red and black flannel over a white graphic tee - it is a Doctor Who Tardis - astounds them.

Not long after this, the three of them are shoved into a small room, which looks sort of like an office.

“Which one of you is it?” Cyrus asks. Confused Prentiss, Reid and the intern look at him. When nobody speaks up he pulls out his gun. “One of you is an FBI agent. So who is it?”

In the short silence he points his weapon at (Y/N). “Oof. Dude, what the fu-” “She is a child. The FBI doesn’t recruit children. But she is a good leverage. So, if neither of you reveals their identity, I will blow her brain out.” This is the final point for the teenager to slowly freak out.

“It’s me. I’m the FBI agent”, Emily confesses. Seeing the young girl with panic in her eyes sets something off in her. Roughly she is taken away by two big guys.

“No no no! This can’t be right. Nobody of us is from the feds. It’s not her, you stupid piece of boom-” With a swift motion of his gun Cyrus knocks her out.

“Damn, this is an annoying one. I don’t know how you can even take her seriously.”

(Y/N) wakes up half an hour later in the chapel draped over two stools with her head in Spencer’s lap. He strokes her hair while his mind is running non stop looking for a solution to this situation. A groan tells him that she is awake.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” The young doctor asks in a soft voice. “If good means your head feels like it’s dancing samba without me, then I’m good.”

He smiles. “We are going to get out here, soon. I convinced Cyrus that we are on his side. He also won’t hurt Emily any further. I saw her earlier, he held a speech. She is fine, just a bit roughen up.”

To lie to the girl like that feels wrong to Reid, but he can see signs of a concussion by her behavior and doesn’t want to worry her more than she already is.

Three o’clock rolls closer and closer, which makes both of them more nervous. Because of the lack of communication they don’t know the tactic the team will use to come in. They can only hope that they all come out alive and in one piece.

Since they are in the chapel, their attention is solely on the cult leader. They don’t even notice all the women and children leaving. As (Y/N) and Spencer spot Cyrus with the remote for detonating the explosives, she mumbles “Let’s get this bread”.

When the leader sees Spencer trying to convince one of the die hard believers that he has a choice to change his mind, he punches the young doctor so hard in the gut that even (Y/N), whose vision is slightly blurred, feels the pain he endures.

“Hey Cyrus”, she calls out, “TBH I think all the shit you are doing here didn’t pass my vibe check. Also, the whole system is pretty whack.”

“You are a child, you don’t know anything. If god doesn’t want me to do any of this, he would stop me.” As Cyrus cocks his gun towards Spencer, Derek runs in and shoots him in the chest twice.

(Y/N) crosses her arms over her chest, says “Ok, Boomer” and rolls her eyes.

“Are you ok, princess?” Morgan asks, going over to her and examining the wound on the side of her head. “Never felt better now that there are two Derek Morgans to protect me.” Concerned he goes to say something else, but is cut short by Spencer shouting “RUN!”.

A look behind them shows Jessica short circuiting upon her husband’s death and grabbing the remote.

When the explosion erupts, Emily looks terrified at the remains of the chapel.

“Morgan! Reid! (Y/N)!” She shouts, followed by the other members and their calls after the three. A certain fear captures every single one of them. If only one of them is- No. Nobody can go through this thought. They are going to be fine. They are alive and-

“Thank god”, JJ breathes as she spots three limping figures. They slowly approach the group of four. “EMILY!” The teenager shouts relieved, though a little loud for the proximity between them. “SPENCER WOULDN’T REALLY TELL ME HOW YOU ARE! YOU LOOK TERRIBLE! THANK HARRY STYLES YOU ARE FINE!” Yes, the explosion definitely messed all of their hearings up, since Morgan and Reid also speak with the same volume.

Emily hugs her. “I’m okay. But you need to get checked out.” But the teenager vehemently shakes her head as she hugs Aaron. “I DON’T NEED TO”, when she sees her teammate’s faces, she reduces her loudness. “I am ok. But Spencer, he got a good blow to his guts. I think the Queen in England even felt that vibe check.”

As Derek escorted the young doctor to one of the awaiting ambulances, JJ also gently stirs the girl in the same direction. “Just let a doctor look over your head, it looks like a nasty cut and believe me, you want to get this checked out, Honey.” “But Jayje-” She begins to complain, but gets cut off by bile rising up her throat. In the next moment (Y/N) kneels on the floor, letting out anything she got in her system over the course of the past few days.

“I think this is nothing your body should do, Bambi”, Rossi adds up. Unwillingly the intern goes with the blonde mother to the EMTs. They decide to have a doctor looking over her and getting her x-rays done at the hospital.

A few hours and uncountable complaints from (Y/N) later, the team is back on the jet on their way home. She thanked Emily in a heartfelt moment in the hospital shortly after she got pain killers, which made her loopy, for saving her life by putting her own on the line by exposing her identity. Even Prentiss had tears in her eyes as she saw the young and innocent girl so frayed by the just occured events.

Unusual for Rossi, he takes a seat on the sofa, petting his lap as (Y/N) sits beside him. With pleasure she lays her head onto it, cuddling closer into the fuzzy blanket she got from Morgan.

A few minutes into the flight, Rossi just got into describing the interviews he conducted with Ted Bundy, Aaron motions him to make space. David excuses himself with the reasoning of getting a cup of tea for her.

“I’m sorry”, Hotch says as he runs his hands through his youngest employee’s hair. He is careful to not mess with the bandage she has on the side of her head. Confused (Y/N) looks up to him. “What for?” “For sending you into a situation, where you got seriously hurt.”

This makes the girl sit up, though her world once again begins to spin. “Aaron Hotchner, I hope you don’t mean that. You nor anybody else knew that this was going to happen. You only wanted for me to get as much experience as possible while this internship lasts and I tell you, with that story I’ll go viral on TikTok. Just because I got a medium severe concussion and a wound, which hopefully will leave a badass scar, doesn’t mean you have to apologize. But you can do me one favor.” “Anything.” “When I fall asleep, please make sure I don’t choke on my own vomit. The doctor told me it could happen, that’s why I am not allowed to fall asleep unsupervised. But I haven’t slept in three days and I think I'm beginning to feel uncomfy because of that.”

Smiling softly Hotch nods and lets the teenager take her original place in his lap. Minutes later she is fast asleep. But one thing is certain: As soon as she wakes up and feels any better, she is going to tell everybody who wants to listen about the one time where she got blown up by a fifteen years old girl, who was married to a cult leader. And nobody is gonna believe her tea. Except for Penelope, who greets (Y/N) with a hug and the promise to never let her out of her eyesight.

All works:

@agentshortstacc

Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl

Spencer Reid:

@calm-and-doctor

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x teen!reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x teen!reader #derek morgan x teen!reader #jennifer jareau x teen!reader #aaron hotch x teen!reader #david rossi x teen!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #Criminal Minds #x teen!reader #reader insert

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general-yasur · 3 years ago

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oh wait we're doing oc rants? oooOO i'm gonna bring up my nextgen kids because i'm too impatient to wait on having the refsheet done aaaaAah! anyway i saw your pixane children sometime back and was like 'i need some of those too o-o'

so i got C.Y.R.I.S, master of wind (pix gets it from morro after she defeats the preeminent in ns11), and Loid, future master of ice. he's not allowed to have his dad's power yet because his parents and granddad messed up his programming. he's basically cryptor 2.0 cause they were building him at borg tower where cry's old backup code accidentally got crossed with his, so that's his character arc lol. anyway him and cyris are red oni, blue oni to each other and fight constantly but they learn to have each other's backs no matter what. also, through plot shenanigans, morro is revived, elemental-less, and part of their team with him often giving cy unsolicited mentorship on wind and butting heads with her brother, usually over their discrepancy in intelligence (loid is unfortunately not very smart, meanwhile morro IS smart and he knows it lmao)

my other sibling group is nyrei, infant daughter of the sea, and her big brothers the lightning twins. don't have names for them yet rip. when nya first returns from the ocean, she's still half water and believes she will be forever. she and jay agree to adopt when they're ready for kids (i'm pretty sure she canonically wants children and jay would totally go for adoption), but soon after they're surprised with nyrei who inherits her mom's power and becomes part ocean herself when she's born (well like nya finds out she's pregnant when she starts losing her powers and turning fully human). a couple years later, jay meets the twins and knows instinctively they're the ones, adopting them immediately, and he passes his power onto them early so he can be equal with nya. they're too young to go on ninja adventures but they take good care of their baby sister~ since jay learns to control wojira's purple lightning during my seabound rewrite, he uses both colors while one twin uses blue and the other purple. when the three sibs get older and combine their powers, chaos ensues lol, like they'll be able to create a giant water avatar that shoots lightning, it'll be great

anyway, i understand this is SUPER het and i apologize if that's not welcome lol >.< the rest of the ninja still hold their powers, most haven't met their life partners yet, and aren't thinking about the whole children thing which are the only OCs i've turned over in my brain at this time. pixane and jaya are just the obligatory straights who either had circumstances or characterization reasons for it, like pix didn't want to be an EM to begin with/zane's had too many close calls/post-seabound jaya having a 'barbossa, marry us!' moment, so it all just kinda works out like this. thank you for enabling everyone, hope it wasn't too long :D

Aye! This is awesome! You definitely have your own canon going on which I can relate! I also LOVE that one of your pixane kids is named Cryis (spelling it differently is a nice touch) in my canon, Pixane’s son goes by “CJ” for Cyrus Julien. Wild how this kid has taken on the names of BOTH the founders of Nindroids. I digress because I could go on and on about their story.

I’m very curious about why you chose the name Loid. And I love the kids dynamic. CJ and Shae have something similar going on where they don’t get along very well (it takes hundreds of years for them to learn 😬).

Also lightning twins?? So cool. I can totally see that happening in canon if Ninjago ever makes it to the next gens.

What’s this I’m hearing about a Seabound rewrite? Inch resting. The concept of Jay learning to control purple lightning is SO COOL. I wonder what the differences are between them. Nya being half water and passing that down to her child is just aaaa. That is such a cool idea and has a lot of angst potential.

#ninjago #ninjago oc #not my oc #yasurspeaks #thank you for the patience school is kicking my ass rn

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amor-immortalem · 3 years ago

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Let’s Talk

Intro comic

Taglist: @ice-icebaby

A/N: so here’s this last part in this little series. Its shorter than I would have liked but every time I opened the word document to work on this my brain would just space out so… this is just gonna have to do ^_^;

“So...” Mammon starts as he takes a seat next to his son as they watch the girl he’s just seen talking with Cyrus, “Who’s yer friend?”

“Nieve? She’s... no one, don’t worry about it,” Cyrus pulls his hood up over his head to hide his hair but Mammon only reaches over and pulls it down.

“Don’t. You’re fine the way ya are, kid.”

“But-”

“No buts, Cyrus. It’s just hair dye- s'not like it’s gonna be that shade of red forever. It’s just gonna take some gettin' used to is all.” Mammon stares up at the starry sky above them.

The air was quiet between the two males for a breath before:

“Why did you come looking for me, Dad?”

“Because regardless of how ya came into my life, you’re still my son and ya just found out some very... tough- for lack of a better term- news. I should at least be here for you despite how I feel.”

“How do you feel? About me? About everything?” the 21-year-old looks over at his father from the corner of his eye. “Can’t be easy with me being a constant reminder of what happened to you... Don’t you hate me?”

“No. No, I don’t. I hate your birth mother and her sisters for what they did to me. I hate that we have to go through this right now because it’s hurting you, but I could never hate you, Cy. You didn’t ask to be born. None of this was your fault. And you’re right it definitely wasn’t easy in the beginnin’ cuz it all was so fresh but over time... over time it got easier.”

“Why didn’t you just leave me with them then? You didn’t have to take me with you.”

“Because you had no one left. When your uncles found out, retribution was swift. Your biological mother and her sisters paid for what they did with their lives and that’s when your uncles found you. After that they brought you home and the rest is history...” The demon smiles at his son before hooking an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a side hug. “But ya know, despite it all, I’m really thankful for what happened in a way.”

“What do you mean?” The half-demon arches his eyebrow.

“Well, if they never did what they did, I wouldn’t have such a great kid.” Mammon ruffles Cyrus’ hair, making it stick out even more than usual. “And if you had never come along, we wouldn’t have any of your siblings either.”

At that, the blue-to-gold-eyed half-demon smiles as he leans into the hug.

“Can we go home now?” He asks, “It’s starting to get a little chilly up here and I think I should go apologize to Mom for freaking out like I did- I can still call her that right?”

“Yeah, we can but I wouldn’t sweat the apology- I mean how were you s’pposed to take news like that? I’d be even more worried if you just accepted it calmly and went about yer day like it was nothing and of course you can. I think she’d be insulted if you didn’t. I mean she’s the one who stayed up with ya most nights when you were an infant. Just cuz she didn’t give birth to you doesn’t mean she ain’t your mother.”

“Yeah, but I must’ve worried her, right? She did try to chase after me but I took off and she couldn’t keep up”

“Oh yeah no, she called me in a panic as I was already on my way home afraid you were gonna go off and hurt yourself so I just started lookin’ for ya myself. If anything, she’ll just be relieved that yer okay.” Mammon says as he stretches before manifesting his demon form and kicks off the side of the building, hovering as he waits for Cyrus to do the same.

The 21-year-old follows his father’s lead and they both head off for home.

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End

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me kids #obey me next gen #obey me mammon #mammon #obey me oc #cyrus

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Third year songs <3

this is most of the thrid years- not all

from my spotify liked playlist <3

comes with a side of slight character analysis

These are my interpretations of HQ characters and these songs!!

Time-skip spoilers!! (very slight)

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Karasuno

Daichi Sawamura

Waiting for Superman- Daughtry

She's waiting for Superman

To lift her up

And take her anywhere

Show her love

And climbing through the air

Save her now

Before it's too late tonight

She's waiting for Superman

Daichi seems like he makes a lot of promises, that he just can’t physically keep. He just has so many things going on that he just can’t pay attention to all of them at once. This leads to far too many forgotten dates and even more broken promises. You know its not his fault and he does too, he just can’t leave anyone hanging.

Koushi Sugawara

Island- Florida Georgia Line

We might as well be on an island

Like we're the last two on this Earth

Like we're frozen here in time

Like it's empty here tonight

I feel like suga likes to put himself back into happier times. And that he tries to hold into happy moments as they are happening. He says he is a man of the moment, but when he feels down, he tries to put himself back into the more joyous times.

Asahi Azumane

You say- Lauren Daigle

You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing

You say I am strong when I think I am weak

And you say I am held when I am falling short

And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours

And I believe (I)

Oh, I believe (I)

What You say of me (I)

I believe

Asahi is clearly very attached to how people perceive him. So when people shower him with compliments, he attaches onto them. He likes what makes him comfortable and he wants to stay comfortable for as long as he can. Words are important to him, so when he hears something bad it can ruin him for a while. He really does believe what the people he loves say to him.

Kiyoko Shimizu

Mothers daughter- Miley Cyrus

Oh my gosh, she got the power

Oh, look at her, she got the power

So, so, so

…

Must be something in the water

Or that I'm my mother's daughter

The power this woman carries. She’s built her confidence and she’s not letting anyone ruin it for her. I truly believe that her friends all become more confident because she wants everyone around her to feel confident too. Since she doesn't speak all that much she lets her body language do most of the expression.

Nekoma

Tetsurō Kuroo

High school sweethearts- Melanie Martinez

Could you hold me through the night?

Put your lips all over my mine

Salty face when I start cryin'

Could you be my first time?

Eat me up like apple pie

Kuroo definitely takes trust very seriously. I feel he’s also really scared of someone breaking this trust, so he does form it with a lot of people. That saying if he does, he wants it to last forever.

(...Step twoThis is a waste if you can't walk me down the finish line…)

He truly believes in the people he surrounds himself with.

Nobuyuki Kai

Kill the Lights- Set it Off

Now I am cutting ties clean off

And I can breathe at last

So we all stand enthralled by this bland curtain call

And the truth we pursue as we all, we all beg you to

Kai seems like he wasn't really that invested in volleyball, so having all these passionate people around him was a shock. But he really got into third year, and he wants people to feel that passion too. In the back of his mind he feels bad for not feeling it like the rest of the team, but since looking in the past means nothing now, he tries to move on.

Morisuke Yaku

Mama- Mcr

And when we go don't blame us, yeah

We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah

You made us oh so famous;

We'll never let you go

And when you go don't return to me my love

I mean, he is part of the mom squad. But it's ever so slightly more deep. I’m gonna say it's momma-bird syndrome. He doesn't want people to move on without him, seeing people achieve their dreams is great but he doesn't want you to do it if that means loving him.

Seijoh

Tōru Oikawa

Prom Queen- Beach Bunny

Maybe I should try harder

You should lower your expectations

I'm no quick-curl barbie

I was never cut out for prom queen

I feel like oikawa is constantly feeling like he has to catch up to everyone around him. At some point in Argentina he came to the conclusion that he was good enough and didn't need to rise to anyone's standards of him, but when he got picked for the national team everything came back. He still has all of those feelings from high-school. Never making it to nationals, feeling like he failed his team.

Issei Matsukawa

Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the diamonds

Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll

Don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all

Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored

I'm the girl you'd die for

I feel like to earn Mattsun’s trust, he would put you through some ridiculous trial of sorts. I also feel that he is very comfortable with who he is, and he takes no shit about it. But that comes with the fact that he rarely takes fault in things, and that sparks arguments. He’ll use your love for him against you, he’ll be as cold as he can muster, until YOU take fault.

Takahiro Hanamaki

OUT THE ROOF- Chase Atlantic

Yeah, we stay lit

We fuck bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah

Holy moly, holy shit, yeah

Me and all my people are heaven sent, yeah, yup

9this is a strait vibe for Makki)

I feel like Makki drowns his problems out with meaningless activities. Like smoking or one-night stands. He’d rather drown out his problems then have them in his face. Or when he’s forced to face them, he’ll deflect until he has nothing else to deflect. Because when you’re high there nothing to worry about! Why stress about meaningless problems when he can be having fun!

Hajime Iwaizumi

Endlessly- The Cab

Yeah, your friends may think I'm crazy

Cause they can only see

I'm not perfect, but I swear, I'm perfect for you.

And there's no guarantee

That this will be easy.

It's not a miracle you need, believe me.

Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me

But I will love you endlessly.

Iwa knows that he can't be there for you all the time. Physically he tries his best, mentally he can help when he can. But you both know that you're perfect for one another. He just can't help but listen to the people around him sometimes. You deserve the world, but he doesn't know if he can give that to you.

Fukurodani

Kōtarō Bokuto

Prima Donna- Andrew Lloyd Webber

Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?

Think of how they all adore you

We’ve all seen how Bokuto gets what he’s praised for literally anything remotely impressive. So that makes him a cannon prima donna! but that also means the lows and really bad mood swings. This song just fits him so well it’s scary.

Shiratorizawa

Wakatoshi Ushijim

More- Usher

If you really want more, scream it out louder,

If you on the floor, bring out the fire,

And light it up, take it up higher,

Gotta push it to the limit, give it more.

This seems kinda obvious, but Ushijima never gives up. Ever since he was a kid, he set a goal for himself and he went beyond what he even set out for. And that comes with a lot of work and training for every new level of volleyball. He’s just going to get better and better until he retires, or is forced to retire.

Eita Semi

strawberries and cigarettes- troye sivan

Long nights, daydreams

Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Headlights, on me

Racing to 60, I've been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like

Blue eyes, black jeans

Lighters and candy, I've been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

I feel like semi always thinks about how Shirabu replaced him on the starting line-up. But he’s mostly gotten over it, but certain things bring him back into that stage of his life. Then the cycle starts all over again. He constantly looks back on the game against Karasuno and thinks about wat would have happened if he was the setter instead.

Reon Ōhira

Remember when- Chris Wallace

So can we push push push rewind,

Go go back in time,

When we were kids sneaking bottles of wine,

Take take take me back, I wanna go back,

Back to what we had! Do you remember when we started this mess,

My heart was beating out of my chest!,

Remember when we stole your dad's car,

Reon gives me the vibe that his days at Shiratorizawa were some of the best of his life. How can they not be? He made the greatest friends of his life there. And I also feel like he looks back on them a bit more than he wants to admit.

Satori Tendō

This Side of Paradise- Coyote theory

Are you lonely?

Passion is crashing as we speak

You seem so lonely

You're the ground my feet won't reach

So if you're lonely

Darling you're glowing

If you're lonely come be lonely with me.

I get the vibe that Tendou attaches himself to whatever makes him feel wanted/safe. (ex. volleyball) he knows it isn't healthy, but he can't help it. This does lead to him completely distancing himself from you over and over because he thinks you’ll leave him.

Hayato Yamagata- House of gold- Twenty one Pilots

I will make you

Queen of everything you see

I'll put you on the map

I'll cure you of disease (Ooh)

And since we know that dreams are dead

And life turns plans up on their head

I will plan to be a bum

So I just might become someone

Even though we don't see a lot of him, I get the feeling he treats people really well. Like he cherishes people a lot more than some of them deserve. As you can see this leads to some unfair relationships and toxic people. He just wants to hold on until a good person comes along.

Nohebi

Suguru Daishō

Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man

I'm Mr. Loverman

Oh, and I miss my lover

I feel like this was way too obvious, but it really is his song. It’s literally cannon, every lyric in this song is what happened with Mika. but in the end he got her back and made his promise to be a better loverman <3.

Kazuma Numai

Nonstop- Drake

Future took the business and ran it for me

I let Ollie take the owl, told him brand it for me

I get two million a pop and that's standard for me

Like I went blind dog, you gotta hand it to me

He looks and acts like a guy who listens to drake. He just seems like a guy who won't stop or give up even when things take a turn. He’ll just keep fighting until nothing’s left.

Kōji Hiroo

At the Wheel- Colorblind

I need something to wake me up

It's never strong enough

I'm just getting colder and starting over

Going numb is just the way I run from

All my problems when I can't solve them

Need to break away

Escape the way I'm feeling

Hate to be fake, but I'm just dealing

This one doesn't really have a true reason, i really just felt like this was his song. Sorry just the vibe.

;)

Inarizaki

Shinsuke Kita

Oh Ms Believer- twenty one pilots

Oh, Ms. Believer, my pretty sleeper

Your twisted mind is like snow on the road

Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder

Inside your head than the winter of dead

I will tell you I love you

But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears

My nose and feet are running as we start

To travel through snow

Together we go

I feel like kita is unintentionally cold towards the world, like he wants to open up but can't figure out how. But in turn if you can get him to feel “warmer” (get closer to him) he’ll share everything with you, almost oversharing. Just because he can't help it, he’s kept it all in for so long. Sometimes he just needs someone to hold him and make HIM feel better, because he does it for everyone. If you can manage all of this i feel like he’ll keep you with him forever.

Ren Ōmimi

Armor- Landon Austin

I'm not bullet proof when it comes to you

Don't know what to say when you made me the enemy

After the war is won

There's always the next one

I'm not bullet proof when it comes to you

I feel like not a lot of people approach ren because of how intimidating he looks. This has made him weary when people are really enthused to first meet him, because he thinks it’s a joke. After getting over that hurdle i feel like he just isn't an open person so it’ll take a long time to even get to a point where he trusts you. Hence the other wars after the first.

Aran Ojiro-

Never really over- Katy perry

Two years, and just like that, my head still takes me back

Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over

Oh, we were such a mess, but wasn't it the best?

Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over

Just because it's over doesn't mean it's really over

And if I think it over, maybe you'll be coming over again

And I'll have to get over you all over again

After all of these years, I really don't think Aran has truly gotten over losing at nationals in third year. And now on the national team he sees Hinata and Kageyama all the time and it takes him back. It makes him re-feel all the emotions he felt after the game. It hurt him to know that he gave his everything and still lost. Like when he’s in bed he puts himself back into that self loathing phase of his life.

Michinari Akagi

Try Hard - 5sos

It's obvious she’s so out of reach

And I'm finding it hard 'cause

She makes me feel, makes me feel

Like I try, like I try, like I'm trying too hard

'Cause I'm not being me

And it’s getting me down that

She makes me think, makes me think

That I try, that I try, that I'm trying too hard again

Akagi gives off boy best friend vibes. But like to EVERYONE, so the person he liked just thought he was making fun of them and he didn't like them back. And i feel like that kinda traumatized him a bit, so when he got a new s/o he tried really really hard to make them special, but the same thing happened.

i may do some with the second and first years, idk this took so long :)

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only-lurkin-dont-mind-me · 4 years ago

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A Scarecrow Named Cyrus (Scarecrow Monster x Reader)

With a sigh, you looked over the rolling fields before you. Rows of corn, a small cluster of apple trees, a fine crop of pumpkins, some potatoes, and a small assortment of herbs. All ripe for a good fall harvest. Along with the fall faring flowers growing here and there with a controlled wildness to them.

You had expanded your efforts in farming this year, and it was certainly paying off. Sure tending to so many good crops was hard work, but nothing you weren't capable of handling. Your little town could thank the roughness of your hands and your gentle nurturing attitude for such fine results.

With October finally arriving, it would soon be time to harvest and sell off most of your crops. Until then, you had to prepare for the pumpkin patch the town was eagerly anticipating. You had chosen to host the pumpkin patch this year, and you were out to prove yourself to some of the less than pleasant members of the town.

Did those people who irked you by commenting on your capabilities deserve your attention? Of course not. Did you feel spiteful and eager to prove them wrong to piss them off? More than anything else.

Looking over your rows of pumpkins, you saw movement that was most definitely not the leaves and vines. With a confused glance, you made your way over. Your footsteps seemed to spook two rabbits that had been gorging themselves on one of the smaller gourds. As soon as they caught sight of you, they turned tail and ran as fast as they could.

"Damn critters," with a huff of frustration, you kneeled. Turning the pumpkin over in your hands, observing the now broken backside of it. You gave the pumpkin a sad pat, hearing the hollow echo as you plucked it from the vine. "Sorry, buddy, not much left to do now but call you the first Jack 'o' Lantern of the year."

With that, you wandered inside your small home. Already thinking of what you could do around the decent-sized hole in the side of the pumpkin to make it look intentional. Maybe a sideways face with a big 'o' mouth? That might work.

As you set the pumpkin down and set to work you pondered over the rabbits. This wasn't the first time you'd caught something in your fields. Even when you were out among your crops, there would be birds, rabbits, foxes, and the occasional curious dog having escaped its yard.

You couldn't keep watch over all of your crops all the time. Farm dogs were great to have but were mostly used for herding, guarding flocks, or guarding property against predators, not running off birds at the sight of them. Even rat dogs like terriers only caught mice in the barns much as a good mouser cat would. Where did that leave you?

As you looked around the room for a hint of inspiration, you looked to a little fall card you had been given by one of your lovely neighbors, Ms. Ruby Jane. A darling old lady who had a good herd of sheep and great skill in baking. you would often help her tend to alongside her dog, Russel.

A cartoon scarecrow stared back at you on the front of the card.

"Would that work?" pondering aloud, you carried the little pumpkin to your window sill and placed it looking out to the fields. With the thought of a scarecrow in mind, you began wandering the house looking for a few things you could use.

An old red and black flannel shirt, A pair of work jeans that you hardly used anymore. One of your old sunhats and lastly, gloves that you had stopped using some time ago. All you were missing was some scrap fabric to stitch together it's head, and hay to stuff it. Excited over a new project, you dashed off to Ms. Ruby Jane's farm. You knew she always had scrap fabric and hay bales for her sheep that you could buy.

"Well, ain't this a nice surprise? Good afternoon dear, please come on inside," Ms. Ruby Jane held out an arm, inviting you inside with a warm smile.

"Thank you, ma'am. I don't mean to barge in out of nowhere," you tried to apologize for the unexpected visit only to have her wave you off.

"Nonsense, I always appreciate the company," she wandered off to the living room, no doubt to her chair settled by the fireplace. You followed suit, finding your usual spot on her couch. Russel, her rottweiler, looked up to you with the same expression that always made him look like he was smiling.

"Hey, buddy."

Russel huffed in response and settled back down, not appreciating being woken up from his midday nap.

Ms. Ruby Jane spoke in her warm voice, calling your attention back to her. "Not that I don't mind the visit, but was there somethin' specific you came lookin' for?" leave it to her to know when you always needed something.

"Yes, Ma'am actually, I was gonna ask if you had any scrap fabric I could use for a scarecrow? I have needles and thread for patchin' my clothes but nothin' the size I would need for, well, a head. I was also gonna ask if I could buy one of your haybales for stuffin' if that's alright."

Ms. Ruby Jane stood slowly, "Of course, of course, I've always got somethin' in that ol' chest of mine that you could use. You just wait right here and keep Russel company while I find you somethin' you can use to keep those fields of yours in shape," with that she began walking up the stairs behind you, going to rummage around in one of those old rooms that she asked people to stay out of.

Ms. Ruby Jane was a mysterious person to be sure, but her privacy was hers and not something to question. She had shown up in town one day out of nowhere. Her home seemed to appear overnight, her sheep coming from the woods that surrounded that same little home. She was always kind to you and made sure you were doing well. You tried to do the same, helping her find any missing sheep, shearing them on occasion if she was too busy to manage to wrangle them up. Getting her haybale loads to her barn, anything you could lend a hand with you tried to do.

It didn't take long for her to return with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a brown piece of fabric, cut clean and sized perfectly for what you needed. As she handed it to you, it felt strange. Warm, most likely from her hands. The fabric seemed nicer than you were anticipating. "Ms. Ruby Jane This is some of your nice fabric, made for dresses and suits. I can't use this; I would feel bad," you tried to explain but quickly realized that she would hear none of it.

As you looked over the pictures on her walls, you never once saw any family photos. Pictures of places she had lived, friends she had made, some of her favorite animal companions, some paintings she especially enjoyed painting. You hadn't asked about any family, she seemed happy just her, Russel, and her flock. Who were you to judge?

"Dear, I have nothin' left to create with this, I am askin' that you put it to good use and think nothin' of it bein' too much. You do so much for me. Let me pay forward the favor," she stated with a finality in her words that you couldn't find it in you to disagree.

"Yes, Ma'am, I'll be sure to stop by again soon. I'll bring your apples from the fields. They're gonna be ready for bakin' by then!" You promised as you headed off back home, ready to start stitching your Scarecrow together.

"Of course, now you make sure to stop by mine again and let me know how it goes, alright?" Ms. Ruby Jane questioned as she walked you to the door, sensing your excitement with each step.

After you got home it took a total hour to stitch up the clothes and stuff them, it took an additional thirty minutes to stuff and attach the gloves, another five minutes rummaging for an old pair of boots that you could put on the scarecrow, and that was it. All that was left was stitching together the face and attaching the pair of large black buttons you had found for eyes. As you went to grab the fabric strip Ms. Ruby Jane had given you though, you couldn't find it. You scoured the house for the next hour, unsure as to where it could have gone and you felt rather upset at that point.

"Thank you, ma'am, that's real kind of you," the fabric held weight in your hands, more than what it should have. Then again, you weren't much of a tailor. You didn't know much beyond patching a hole in clothes, so what did you know?

'It's gettin' too late to keep this up,' you thought with a disappointed sigh. You looked to the nearly complete Scarecrow laying on your table. Walking over to it and placing a hand on its hay-filled torso, patting it lightly, you spoke, "Don't worry, bud, I'll find your noggin sooner or later, then we'll get you out in the fields. Till then, you just rest up. I'll see you in the mornin'," you began to walk down the hall to your room, bidding the Scarecrow goodnight.

It took three days. Each day you would greet the headless scarecrow laying on your table, waiting to be complete. You would talk to it like it could hear you while cooking, or cleaning, or just in passing. As humans do, you grew attached to an inanimate object and named him, Cyrus. The first day you built his post, a simple thing with strong oak wood to hold him high in the fields, with a prop for both his arms and his legs, to keep him from falling. The second day you worked on picking the pumpkins and laying them out for the pumpkin patch. On the third day, you were picking Ms. Ruby Jane's apples to bring inside and wash off in the kitchen.

"Now where in the world..." Your voice trailed off as you walked over to the Scarecrow. In its gloved hand was the strip of fabric you had been looking for. You cautiously picked up the fabric. Looking it over to check if there was anything wrong. Determining that it was just as you had last seen it. You looked to the Scarecrow in confusion, "Were you the one hidin' this from me, or did you find it for me?" You questioned jokingly, hoping to settle the unease you felt in your gut.

"I'm tellin' you, Cyrus, the corn maze is going to be great this year, so long as we can keep all those critters from eating it all up before families come to get lost going through it," you jokingly stated. Stealing a glance at the lifeless hay stuffed figure, laying on your table still. That's when you froze up in confusion and set down the last apple you had been cleaning.

"Well, I suppose it's a good night for some stitchin', full moon's finally out, and I'm done workin' for the day so I've some time to kill," Why you decided to stitch the head together, you still don't know. But, turning down any gift from Ms. Ruby Jane left a bad taste in your mouth, you'd put the Scarecrow together, get it outside come morning time, and if a day went by and all was fine, you'd leave it be.

As you were cleaning the apples, you were once again talking to the Scarecrow.

It took less than an hour, and only that long because how do you stitch together a circular shape? You were able to figure it out after a quick youtube search and had it done in no time. you even got the buttons eyes on and all even.

Connecting the stitches to the body, however, felt... odd. Like someone was watching you, waiting for something to happen. It wasn't necessarily a bad type of odd just not normal in the way you knew things to be.

Cradling Cyrus's head in the crook of your elbow. Holding together the head and the collar of the shirt in one hand, and stitching with the other. It was almost peaceful if not for the odd feeling lingering. The same feeling kept you from looking at the scarecrows button eyes as if they were actually watching you.

As soon as you were finished, you took a step back to calm your nerves. Staring at the Scarecrow with unease that soon dissipated. It didn't move. It wasn't like it was anything but a hay-stuffed creation of your own hand, you were just scaring yourself.

You let yourself laugh at the ridiculousness of your fear. Feeling it melt away bit by bit. "Oh, boy I sure have been workin' too hard or somethin'. Can you believe that little ol' you got me shakin' for a minute there? Cyrus, I tell ya, I'm about a half a step from loosin' it some day's," You looked over the Scarecrow with fondness in your eyes, this was yours, You had made him stitch by stitch, and you scared yourself over your own Scarecrow, irony sure was funny sometimes.

You stepped forward and reached a hand out to pat the Scarecrows shoulder, feeling the hay rustle underneath the shirt. "Sure hope you don't mind, buddy." With one final pat, you walked off to your room, ready to sleep and give your hands a break. "I'll get you out on your post tomorrow, Cyrus, sleep well," you called out behind you. Hearing no response, just like you had expected.

Standing on the stepladder and making sure it's settled on its post properly and that the short rope pieces are holding it in place well enough. After deciding that the Scarecrow is good and secure, you place a hand on its shoulder. "Course you can manage this, you'll do just fine. Keep an eye on these fields for me while I'm gone and when I'm here if you could. Thanks, Bud," with a quick 'Goodluck' you climb back down the step ladder and carry it back to the barn before setting out to the daily grind.

The next morning you did as you promised. Lifting the Scarecrow over your shoulder and carrying him out to the center of the cornfield, right to its post.

First up was watering the herbs and wildflowers; they were smaller plants, so you took care to water them by hand to ensure they didn't get the wrong amount, leaving the bigger crops to the sprinkler system. After that, it was trimming dead leaves off of the corn stalks to make them look more presentable for the pumpkin patch. Lastly, you dove into the corn maze, along the cleared paths you had marked down before planting around them. They needed some clearing out and trail marking, so people knew what path to stay on and didn't try to go through the corn... Again.

Throughout all of this, you would keep an eye on Cyrus. He seemed to be doing his job fairly well. You hadn't seen a bird land or catch any grounded critters running amock just yet. Hopefully, the new factor of him wouldn't wear off and would continue to keep those pesky animals away from your crops.

"Cyrus, you listen to me now. Your job here is to watch over these here fields for me and, try to keep all those critters and strays out of these crops. Can you manage that?" You ask the Scarecrow with a playful smile as if it would respond.

Over the next three days, your heavy work outside paid off, and come nighttime you were ready to open the pumpkin patch. the sun was just beginning to set as people filtered in through the front garden archway. It was covered in vines from the pumpkins that had already been harvested and displayed in rows close to the entrance. After that, there was the entrance to the corn maze as well as a small stand for hot chocolate to warm up the cold night. Baskets of apples stacked closeby as well.

There were even multiple wooden tables with pumpkin carving kits for those who wanted to get to carving. Lights strung about here and there lighted the areas as the sun fell further and further, and the many groups of people that had finally arrived seemed to be enjoying their time, talking and laughing. It was just a good night.

Through it all, your scarecrow did a wonderful job of scaring off any unwanted visitors.

'It really was been a good idea to make him,' you thought to yourself. Enjoying the joyful air surrounding your pumpkin patch. A group of teens caught your eye, they were walking out of the exit of the corn maze, laughing and scaring each other. You didn't think anything of it until you heard their remarks.

"I'm tellin' y'all, that scarecrow came out of nowhere! Damn thing scared the shit outta me."

"Aw did little baby, Jackson get scared? Poor baby Jackson!"

"Shut up, man. You saw it too."

"And? It was probably just some guy paid to dress up and scare everyone that he wants to. I mean honestly, what a life. Can that be my job?"

That uneasy feeling you had felt when first stitching the Scarecrows head together returned stronger than before. You were quick to make your way through the maze, knowing just how to get to the center where the Scarecrow was.

Under the full moon, you could see the Scarecrow clearly as its head slowly, uncertainly, lifted, and lolled slightly in your direction. His button eyes somehow seemingly staring directly at you.

As you reached the center, you realized that you were the only one in the corn maze, you couldn't hear anyone else nearby. Maybe that was for the best.

You jerked your hand away from him as you watched in terror as this hay stuffed inanimate object... moved. His head followed you as you took steps back. He seemed to consider your response before, almost dejectedly, slumping back into its original position.

Staring in a sense of confusion, trying to convince yourself you were scaring yourself again, you quickly made your way back out of the corn maze. You made it out just in time to see the last small family leaving the pumpkin patch. Fair enough it was getting late, that also meant you were now totally alone.

You looked up to your Scarecrow, unable to tell if his position had changed. "Cyrus? You're doin' a good job keeping all those critters off the crops, just try to remember that the people here right now are invited here, they're alright to roam around long as they're not breakin' anything', they're welcome here." You walked over to the scarecrow cautiously, patting its lower leg where you could reach. "You doin' good out here, Buddy?" Your voice grew quieter as you asked as if fearing a response.

You turned back to the scarecrow to see His head facing you once again. You looked between the garden entrance, debating running to Ms. Ruby Jane's, and back to Cyrus. Wondering if you should go figure out just what, why, how, anything was.

He had been up for days now, and you hadn't heard almost anything about him. If he had bad intentions he could have done something the first night he was complete and still in your home.

With one final look to the entrance, you made up your mind and rushed out and away from your farm.

Ms. Ruby Jane seemed to expect your arrival as she had two cups of tea set out along with a tray of sweets on her coffee table. Something about her behavior was off, however. Even Russel seemed far more attentive to the conversation at hand.

"Now what did you say he did, dear one?" She asked in an eerily calm voice, the light from the fireplace giving her dark skin an almost ethereal glow. Her eyes seemed far more focused than you had seen before.

"He moves, Ms. Ruby June!" You quickly stood up and began to pace the room, fear now evident in your actions and tone. "He moves and has apparently been able to. I ignored those little things like that bit of fabric going missin' only to appear in his hand, his headless bodies hay stuffed hand! He's alive apparently, a scarecrow looking around like he's got eyes to see instead of buttons, movin' like he's got muscle and bone inside of him instead of stuffin', he moves!" You looked directly at her for the first time during your fear-induced raving, and any fear immediately melted away.

She was smiling, a proud sort of smile a parent would have whenever their child made something new.

"You. You knew he would, didn't you?" Your question came out more like a statement as you slowly sat back on the couch. Russel walked over slowly and placed one of his paws on your foot in a far too understanding way for your liking.

"I knew that if you treated that scarecrow like you treat anythin' else, he would more than happily accept his roll on your farm as somethin', someone, to help you. I know that you're a kindhearted person, dear. You've helped out this ol' lady more times than she can count. All I did was give you the materials for him to be a walkin', talkin', creature. It was your heart that gave him that last kick to get his sentience goin'," Ms. Ruby Jane picked up her cup and took a sip of her tea, still as relaxed as ever as you processed her words.

You looked up at her, with one word on your mind. "Why?" Your voice came out weak, uncertain in the face of powers you didn't understand.

She looked in her cup for a moment before letting out a sight.

Russel, immediately sensing the change in mood, moved to her side. She reached her hand out to pat his head as she spoke. "I can't stay here forever, dear. I'll be headed on somewhere new soon, and you have done so much for me over the years I've lived here. I had to find some way to repay you, so when you came here lookin' for somethin' to finish making that scarecrow with? I knew it was the perfect time to give you the chance to create someone who could keep an eye on you, and help you once I'm gone." She looked you in the eye as she finished explaining. "I am paying forward your favor, I couldn't leave until I had and now I have." With those words, something in the air seemed to shift. as if the house itself had let out a breath it had been holding for so long.

You understood a fraction of the hidden layers to her words. Ms. Ruby Jane was far more than she appeared but didn't seem open to discussing anything further, so you nodded your head in acceptance of her explanation.

"Thank you, as always Ms. Ruby Jane," her words calmed you entirely. There were some things you wouldn't always understand or comprehend, but at the same time, you knew you couldn't turn down this kindness.

She smiled at you once again, "Of course, child. Now you best run along, you shouldn't be out so late for too long," Ms. Ruby Jane stood and guided you to the door. Giving you one last hug. Russel followed beside her and waited for his goodbye pet. As soon as he was satisfied, you began the walk home.

Once you finally made it back home, you looked to the Scarecrows Pole. Only to find it empty. You had to remind yourself that this was a gift from Ms. Ruby June, and she would never gift something she thought would harm you. You didn't have any reason to be afraid. Unfortunately, logic isn't always what your heart listened to.

Once you reached the center of the cornfield, you found him. Having managed to untie himself and climb down, Cyrus stood, slouched in front of his pole. Staring dead ahead at you. Waiting for your next move.

You took an uncertain breath and stepped forward, "Cyrus?"

Any words you were going to say next were cut off as the Scarecrow stood up straight, and tilted his head back. A deep throaty gurgling sound rose from inside of his very much hay stuffed neck.

You stared with a newfound horror as the fabric of his face tore apart in jagged pointed lines, almost like rows of fangs forming where his mouth ought be. As his mouth opened wider and wider, you saw nothing but darkness inside of him.

The very sight had you ready to run right back to Ms. Ruby Jane but you were frozen in place.

He took a slow step forward, finding his legs and maneuvering in a jerky awkward fashion that grew more steady with each step. " ..My cre..ator" His voice was louder this time, trying to find the right volume, the right way to put together the sounds.

Cyrus looked back down at you. And he smiled a wide joyful smile that made any thoughts of running stop. You watched as his new-formed mouth moved and shifted as if trying to mimic the way your mouth moved whenever you spoke. A rumbling voice rose from his chest as he tried to speak. "..m...My. cre..a..tor."

The words made any sense of dread vanish. Confusion and awe were all that remained. "What are you trying to say?" you questioned with a gentle tone, encouraging him to try again.

You took a few steps forward, an arm reaching out as he stumbled, ready to catch him. "Try again, Cyrus. You can do it," Your eyes shown with clear excitement and fondness for the creature in front of you.

He looked to your outstretched hand and reached for it, slowly, cautiously, figuring out the movements as he went. "My," Cyrus managed another step, now only a foot away and having stopped walking. He slowly maneuvered his other arm, reaching out a glove stuffed hand to carefully touch your cheek in wonder. "Creator." Cyrus wore a proud grin over having found the words.

You, in shared delight quickly wrapped the scarecrow in a tight hug, able to lift him off the ground and spin circles with ease. "Atta boy, Cyrus!" You set him back down and grabbed his hands.

Cyrus seemed to only grow in enthusiasm over your response, grin growing wider as he began repeating the phrase, allowing himself to fall forward into your arms once more. He finally fell silent, wrapping hay stuffed arms around you, completely content to settle into your hug for a good bit.

You couldn't find it in yourself to complain, still beaming, you held him tight, pride welling up in your chest. "Good job, Cyrus."

#monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster x human #scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #fall monsters #x reader #my writing #might do a part 2 bc i love Cyrus so much. Anyone up for that?

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strangermask · 4 years ago

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I am very intrigued by Time Loop Kai, would you care to explain

Okay

I’m going to warn everyone that this au gets dark, and everything you read is copied and pasted from discord with little tweaks. I am also on mobile, and I can’t remember the trick for putting read more on.

Tw: limb loss, asylum, character death

So, Kai starts to get into a time loop. Nothing harmless about that right? You would be right but it’s gonna get dark. Kai is wondering what the hell is going on, and has a freak out/break down about it. The others are wondering what the hell is going with Kai. So I don’t know what they were thinking but not right apparently because they sent him to an asylum. After waking up after that, he looks at his family. They don’t remember anything, only he does. Nothing is going to matter anymore because no one will believe him. So he just gave up, then his eyes start to become dull. It was a bad thing that he gave up, because that leads to big bad for him.

So the time loop continues and one day (no pun intended) Kai gets his leg cut off. By the time he woke up after that, the leg was still missing. Now normally, Kai would have freaked out, but he didn’t. You know something is definitely wrong when he isn’t reacting to that. Time goes by again until THANK GOD ACRONIX SHOWS UP! He knows there’s a time loop and when he saw Kai, he immediately went “Oh fck he has chronoplane.” Chronoplane is when your stuck in time loop and will eventually get erased from time itself. And Kai was already on stage 2.

Acronix asked how the hell Wu missed this. Yeah, it is hard to tell if someone has that, but Wu knows about the signs and should have gotten a cure sooner. Now it’s a race to find that cure before Kai disappears. The ninja pair Acronix up with Cyrus to see if they can slow this down. Worrying that they’re hard work might get erased, Acronix put a time spell on their work which means what ever happens the work stays the same. So that happens and on the final day, they got attacked by evil scientists who actually planned to erase Kai from the beginning and the other ninjas as well. By the time the battle is over, it’s already too late for Kai to take the cure.

So he has his final moments lying on the floor. Acronix finds Kai and holds him tight. Exchange:

K: Acronix, am I going be erased from time?

A: I’m afraid so.

K: Does that mean everyone is going to forget me?

A: No, no, no. You’ll be remembered by me and my brother.

K: So I won’t be completely forgotten?

A: No, you won’t.

K: That’s nice. Acronix?

A: Yes Kai?

K: Is this gonna be worse than death?

A:...I don’t know. I promise I’m going to make it up to you though. I’m going to bring you back.

K: Really?

A: Yes, really.

Kai smiles and lets out his last chuckle.

K: Thanks for trying to help me.

And as Kai closed his eyes, the days resets, and Kai is gone forever. Acronix feels so bad for Kai. He didn’t need to go through this, so that’s why Acronix was going to try everything to bring Kai back. He goes to Cyrus who threatens to call the ninja. But Acronix tells Cyrus he(Acronix) wants help. There was an invention that they both worked on along with a camera and a photo. Cyrus knows Acronix is lying but checks it out anyway. Only to find he wasn’t. Cyrus demand Acronix to explain what’s going on, so he does. Cyrus agrees to help Acronix bring Kai back.

So they start to work on an invention, and the ninjas find out Acronix is here. Cyrus explains that they’re bringing someone back, Nya’s brother. Nya tells Acronix that she was an only child, but he shows her a photo of Kai with the ninjas. Nya doesn’t believe it, but if that person is really lost in time, then they won’t stop him.

So they start to get to work again. They failed a lot, but they weren’t discouraged. Then one day, while doing a test run, they got Kai back. But he didn’t look great at all.

Kai, who has probably been alone for what felt like centuries to him, looked at Acronix. Kai cried and hugged Acronix, and he hugged back. Cyrus felt like he knew Kai, but assumed he did when he wasn’t erased from time. Unfortunately, everyone still don’t remember Kai.

If I have made anyone upset with this, I am very sorry. I will delete this if requested because I do not wish to make any of you uncomfortable and I will respect your wishes.

#ninjago #ninjago au #timeloop Kai #tw asylum #asylum tw #tw: asylum #tw limb loss #limb loss tw #tw: limb loss #tw character death #character death tw #tw: character death

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explorersofsky · 4 years ago

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definitive and 100% correct ranking of all champion themes

i love pokemon music and i love to rank things, so here’s how i’d rank all the champion themes. if you value my opinions on pokemon music and want to know how i feel about the gym leader themes you can see here. like that list, if a champion theme exists in multiple games i’m gonna pick my favorite version of it

10. alder’s theme: unlike my gym leader themes ranking, there’s not a champion theme i actually dislike. and while i don’t think it’s as good as all of the other themes on this list, it still does kinda slap, but i think it’s the most boring. also why does it kinda sound like the cyrus battle theme?

9. steven’s theme (oras): kinda like alder’s in that i like it, but it’s still kinda boring compared to the other champ themes ahead of it. the louder you play this one the better it is. also probably influenced by the fact that i missed a lot of the hoenn nostalgia since my first pokemon game was diamond and i didn’t play a hoenn game until oras

8. diantha’s theme: i would definitely categorize x/y’s gym theme as the most mellow of all of the gym themes. while i wouldn’t call this song on its own mellow, it’s definitely the most mellow of the champion themes. but unlike the gym theme, this one is one i like listening to and fitting as a champion theme

7. hau’s (champion) theme: one of the changes from sun/moon to ultra sun/ultra moon that i really liked was the first champion battle being against hau rather than kukui. i love hau as a rival and i feel like his champion theme is a good upgrade from his regular rival battle music

6. blue’s theme (b2w2): a pretty iconic piece of pokemon music! again calling back to my gym theme opinions, i love intensity and minor key, and i love the b2w2 versions of the themes

5. iris’s theme: ok this is honestly where it started getting hard because i absolutely LOVE the themes that landed in my top 5. i love iris as a champion (what’s not to love about a little girl with dragons?) and i feel like this theme is a lot of fun and fits her really well

4. kukui’s (champion) theme: the intro to this theme (which is the same as the intro to hau’s theme) is one of my favorites it’s so good!! i love how BIG this song feels it’s honestly such a delight. and i love that part of this theme is used in the game’s intro i think it’s a fun callback

3. lance/red’s theme (hgss): honestly 5-2 were really hard to order in general, but i think the hardest was deciding whether i liked this one more than the s/m champion theme. they’re both great songs and both have the intensity i love but i think the minor key gave this one a slight edge

2. leon’s theme: every time i hear this i want to cheer along with the crowd, i seriously can’t get over how well the crowd cheering works with this theme (and the gym leader theme). it’s just so FUN and idk how to explain it but it definitely carries the vibes of battling this completely undefeated dude who’s also your best friend’s cool older brother

1. CYNTHIA’S THEME (dppt): sinnoh is my favorite pokemon region, cynthia is my favorite champion, and i’m a lesbian, so this one absolutely had to be number one. also i can’t include this song without including the music that plays before the battle because holy shit. and as much as i love the black/white versions of this song, nothing beats the original in my mind. also as i’ve thoroughly documented, i love the intensity and the minor key. i don’t know how to express just how much i love this song but it’s SO GOOD. also shoutout to cynthia for being the first female champion she’s iconic

#ktext #cynthia i have feelings for you #anyway if you read this thank you

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justaghostingon · 5 years ago

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Cogs in a Steel Heart

Chapter 3: Complications

Nuru shows up and Hugo has issues. Cyrus never thought he’d have to offer sound life advice to an angsty teenager, especially not this angsty teenager.

Read on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/24331849/chapters/59190397 or below the cut.

The day after the air totem was acquired, Hugo was nearly forty minutes late to his report. He had been so late in fact, that Cyrus had considered going to look for him to make sure he had actually survived the trial and didn’t need Cyrus to scrape him off a trap or something. But just as he’d taken the first step Hugo appeared around a distant tree, stomping his feet and mumbling to himself.

Cyrus felt a bit confused. In their last meet up, Hugo had been begrudgingly pleased with the cleverness of his companions. How badly had the mission gone to make him so angry again?

Hugo kept muttering to himself for a bit, using words like “princess,” and “star-dress” with a vicious tone of voice that Cyrus knew all too well.

“Let me guess,” he sighed as Hugo’s attention snapped to him. “You’ve got a new traveling companion?”

Hugo’s expression went slack with surprise, as if he couldn’t figure out how Cyrus could recognize the very same voice Hugo used whenever someone new was introduced to his life after knowing him for six years. But his frustration won out.

“Who does she think she is?” Hugo threw up his hands. “Princess of the Air Kingdom thinks she can just waltz into our group and schmooze her way in, and everyone was just so willing to take her. She’s just sooo clever with her star-dress and her navigation skills, and oh she’s so fun Hugo!” Can’t you try to be nice?” He held up his hands in a pleading matter and batted his eyes. Cyrus got the distinct impression he was mimicking someone specific.

“And then,” Hugo gave a sharp kick to the trunk of the tree and tried bravely not to wince as his foot collided badly. “Then she has the nerve to turn around and say she doesn’t trust ‘my type’ in her kingdom. My type!” Hugo whirled around at Cyrus. “Exactly what is wrong with my type?”

Cyrus eyed the uniform of steel and spikes. Back home, he would hardly stand out. But in this strange country of light clothes and bright colors he stuck out like a sore thumb. At least he was scrawny so most people didn’t run to the other side of the road when he passed like when they saw Cyrus. He wasn’t sure how to explain it all to Hugo though.

But Hugo seemed to interpret his silence as well as if he’d spoken aloud, raising a hand to subconsciously touch his spiked goggles. “Well, at least I dress practically. No one would jump someone dressed like this.” Cyrus gave a nod, because this was true.

Hugo seemed to brighten up at that. “Yeah, I’m practical! It’s not like I’m Goggles, with a gazillion glass balls with different alchemic reactions all glowing on a sash and bringing out his big blue eyes.” Hugo’s own eyes glazed over. “I wonder if I could persuade him to dress up in green and spikes, it would really look striking against his skin, but it would probably kill him,-” he shook his head like he was trying to clear it, “-and Firecracker has a literal firecracker strapped to his back!” He finished, cheeks slightly redder than normal.

Cyrus blinked. What was that all about?

“The mission!” Hugo squawked. “Let me tell you about the mission!” He waved his hands in the air. “She kept getting in my way, being all suspicious. And Firecracker’s old suspicion came up too, and I think they were considering ditching me.” Hugo bit his lip. “But don’t worry! Goggles stuck up for me, and I proved my worth in that journey was far more than a silly star-dress!” He puffed up his chest, then suddenly sagged back down as if all the air had disappeared. “But she demanded to come so she could “save her people,-” Hugo air quotes and yup, that’s definitely a thing he does now, “-and Goggles is too much of a bleeding heart to turn her away, so I’m stuck with her.”

He glared at the tree like he wanted to kick it again. Cyrus felt like he should speak up to save it from said kick. Not that it hurt the tree, but just on principle. “So she’s a constant now,” he said.

“Yes,” Hugo crossed his arms.

“So you’re going to have to get her to trust you too,” Cyrus pointed out. Hugo’s mouth fell open, outrage written on all his features.

“What?” he yelled.

Cyrus shrugged. “She’s gonna be sticking around. You have to make nice to keep their trust, therefore, you have to be nice to her.”

“Stop trying to be smart. It’s not a good look for you,” Hugo turned away. “Besides,” he added, voice as petulant as a toddlers. “I was in the group first.”

He pouts and wow, Cyrus suddenly has flashbacks to his neighbors’ kid, black eye and the same pout on his lips, complaining about a new kid on the playground who his best friend had befriended. What had Mona said to him?

“You were in the group first, so you’ve got to be extra nice, because it’s hard coming in late.” Hugo opened his mouth to protest but Cyrus held up a hand. Taking a stab in the dark, he added, “And wouldn’t that be what Goggles would want you to do?”

Hugo closed his mouth and looked down, and yup, Cyrus had hit the nail on the head. Looks like Hugo wanted to remain in Goggles’ good graces. Cyrus filed that information away into a box to think about never, and finished with, “just give it a shot.”

“Fine,” Hugo rolled his eyes. “I’ll try to be nice.”

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“That’s the guy!” Lester pushed Cyrus’s shoulder as they stepped into a dingy, low-lit pub. “Right over there! I told you I’d remember!”

Cyrus struggled to adjust to the lighting as a large grey blob stood up and moved towards them.

“Lester,” the great grey blob said. “Did you come to accept my offer?”

“Naw man,” Lester laughed. “I quit. But Cyrus here, he took my place, he might want it.”

“Oh?” Grey blob turned to look at Cyrus and in the dim light Cyrus could make out a thick grey cloak around his shoulders and a long jagged scar over one eye. “So you’d like my help with the brat?”

“That depends,” Cyrus crossed his arms. “On what exactly your help entails.”

“Nothing fatal, if that’s what you’re worried about,” the grey blob man shrugged his shoulders. “Just a little lesson, to keep the brat in line. Off company time of course.”

Well that didn’t sound suspicious at all. What did this man think he was, some naive lamb from the heights? He frowned.

Grey blob man sighed. “Look,” he said. “I used to have the position you’re in right now. Tried to make nice to the brat. And do you know what he did?” Grey blob man took a seat, arms resting on the table behind him.

“What?” the crowd in the pub asked, in the drunken grumble of people who've heard the story many, many times before.

“He left me this.” Grey blob man raised a finger and gently traced the scar down his face.

The pub erupted in growls and dissent. Grey blob man seemed to be enjoying it, preening under their attention. But Cyrus was not impressed. Something about the way the man would turn towards the angriest voices set his teeth on edge.

“But you know what I did?” he said as he leaned forward. “I didn’t run! I made that kid behave, right up until that crazy lady fired me.”

The crowd wolf-whistles and cackles in agreement. Even Lester seemed taken in. Cyrus felt a sharp niggling in the back of his mind, as the man’s eyes locked on him, cold and grey. He didn’t know why, by all accounts he should be lining up to ask this man his secret. But right now, his instincts were screaming at him to leave.

“So what will it be? Do you want my help?” The grey blob man held out a hand, and the tilt of his smile was sharp as a wolf’s.

Cyrus eyed that smile, then swung a glance at Lester, smiling placid and trusting as a sheep. Idiot wouldn’t be any help here. But then again.

Cyrus shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not in the habit of taking help from someone whose name and guild I don’t know.”

Grey tipped his head back and laughed, a joyous, contagious sound, and that strange feeling is back, screaming in the back of Cyrus’s head. “Of course, of course. I wouldn’t trust a stranger either. I haven’t got a guild, but if you want to get to know me, come by the bar again some time, I’ll be here.”

“And as for the name,” he shot Cyrus a wink. “It’s Grimoire.”

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Nice it seemed, was far harder for Hugo to put into practice than it was to promise. But hey, what else was new?

Conversations between them involving the new companion Hugo dubbed Princess were usually short and full of complaint and phrases like:

“She wants to know why I’m going off alone all the time, like I don’t know, maybe I’m going off to scream in the woods about how much I don’t like you?”

“And then she and Firecracker went off to some stupid star rocks, but I noped out of that and spent the whole day with Goggles. Alone. He apologized and I nodded along but deep down, I wasn’t sorry.

“My spikes are totally acceptable fashion! Really! She has stars on her dress! Who is she to judge?”

“Stars are always in fashion,” Cyrus pointed out to Hugo’s anguished screams.

At this point, Cyrus was beginning to wonder if Hugo knew the meaning of the word nice. Surely he’d at least heard of the concept. Maybe this whole disaster would work better if he told Hugo to pretend she was an animal instead of a new teammate. Hugo got along with animals. Mechanical ones at least.

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“Shush,” Hugo crooned to the little mechanical mouse stuck in the barbed wire. It gave a pitiful cry as it struggled. Hugo carefully tugged at the wire with his fingers, easing it open for the contraption to better move. In its fear, it bit his finger, tiny mechanical teeth sinking to the bone.

Cyrus fully expected him to pull back and fling the creature away, but Hugo merely grit his teeth and kept silently working with his other hand to untangle the final wires.

“There you go,” he said as the mechanical mouse finally wiggled free of the trap. “Got a bit of a spring lock on your jaw don’t you.” Hugo carefully lifted it up, jaw still clamped around his finger, and ran a gentle finger down its back. “Don’t you worry. I’ll get you fixed up good as new.”

Cyrus coughed politely into his fist. Hugo froze, then turned to look at him, eyes hard as stone. “Leave,” he snapped, spare hand curled protectively around the little mouse.

Cyrus left.

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Alas, Cyrus thought as the memory faded. The princess was not made of mechanical parts, and thus very unlikely to ever get on Hugo’s good side. It seems whatever fluke had happened with Goggles and Firecracker did not extend to her.

So when Hugo came back smiling, (honest to god smiling, when was the last time Cyrus had seen him actually smile?) and ecstatic to tell about an adventure at a ball that the Princess had invited him too, to say Cyrus was surprised would be an understatement.

“You went to a ball. You.” he stated as Hugo leaned back against a tree.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hugo flipped his hair. “I’ll have you know I clean up handsomely.”

“You hate nobles.” Cyrus pointed out. “Why would you ever go and be around them willingly?” Those fat sods were worse than cockroaches in Cyrus’s humble opinion, and he’d always been so glad his large bulk meant Hugo had to take on most of the missions that involved interacting with them.

Hugo sniffed. “Goes to show how uncultured you are Cyrus. A ball isn’t a place you go to be with nobles. It’s a place you go to show nobles you’re far better at all their petty goals than they could ever hope to be.”

Cyrus stared at him, uncomprehending.

Hugo sighed. “The food and drink are really good, is that enough for you?”

Cyrus tilted his head, considering. He still didn’t think it was worth putting up with those over-bloated fools, but each to their own. He shrugged.

Hugo rolled his eyes. “The point is, some friend of Princess’s, I don’t know his name, invited us all to come to the festival of love, or something sappy like that.”

Oh, I see where this is going. Cyrus thought as he tried not to smile. And I suppose you spent the whole day with Goggles?

“Princess was a bit embarrassed about taking us, but I never turn down an opportunity to schmooze, and Firecracker was pretty excited about the stargazing show afterwards, something about a star beast? I don’t know.” Hugo shrugged. “The point was, I was quite the hit, had all the guests convinced I was some kind of young lord or something.”

The smile slipped off his face. “Goggles got stuck in some pointless quarrel with the royal engineer of Equis though, so he couldn’t join me. Dragged Yong in too. But I didn’t care.” Hugo straightened. “I was doing fine.”

Cyrus raised an eyebrow. He seriously doubted that.

“Better than Princess at any rate,” Hugo crossed his arms. “She was sulking in a corner, apparently her friend’s fiancé was poking fun at how she was sixteen and not engaged. Because sixteen is sooo old.” Hugo rolled his eyes.

“She was pretty bummed out that no one would take her actual accomplishments seriously in light of her love life, and well, I decided to do what a “nice teammate” would do,-” Hugo made air quotes yet again and Cyrus considered how to get him to stop. Seriously, where did he pick this up? “- I offered to be her partner in the lovers’ competition!”

“You-what?” Cyrus blinked at Hugo, who looked incredibly smug.

“Brilliant right?” He tucked his hands in his pockets. “We join as “just friends” and expose how completely fake and pointless all their so-called love really is!”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Cyrus says, still trying to wrap his head around the absolute stupidity that was Hugo’s plan. He wished Mona was here, she’d know how to put it delicately. Or she’d just laugh. Probably laugh.

“That’s totally how it works,” Hugo waved Cyrus’s protests away. “And we did pretty good too, all the competitions were really ridiculous, like drinking tea or making flower arrangements. It was hilarious how serious everyone else took it, when we could just get by on the power of alchemy and overacting. Why one time in the flower competition -” he doubled over in a laugh.

Cyrus watched him gasping for breath and wished that he had the ability to read minds. Jokes which made the speaker laugh were rarely as funny delivered as they were in the speakers head.

“-she,” Hugo weased as he pulled himself up right, “she gave them a completely black bouquet to represent my soul, and then spouted some nonsense about how the dark of the flowers represents the night and how I help her shine brighter than a star and the judge was nodding along like he actually bought it!” Hugo started giggling again, clutching his arms tight to his chest to try to stop. “We laughed so hard after he gave us first prize!”

Cyrus bit the inside of his lip. Making fun of nobles was like playing with fire. Even if you get away a few times, eventually you slip up and get burned. Hugo, who spent most of his life schmoozing up to them and ripping them off, really, really out to know this.

“Course then the royal snob from earlier decided to end our fun,” Hugo’s expression sobered. “Apparently she found out I wasn’t noble from her dear fiancé, and pulled up some bogus old law that said that commoners couldn’t participate or something like that.” Hugo rolled his eyes. “Like come on, do they really think commoners care about their stupid little competition?”

Cyrus refrained from pointing out that it seemed like Hugo cared about the stupid competition, if for very different reasons than the rest of the participants. Petty revenge still requires investment after all.

“I told Princess to go on without me,” Hugo shrugged. “Because what says ‘I don’t need a relationship like beating all the couples at their own game?’ But Nuru, -” he shook his head, a strange look of wonder on his face, “-Nuru told them that I was her friend, and that if I couldn’t participate, then neither would she.”

He looked so vulnerable then, eyes wide and confused at the memory, like he couldn’t comprehend why anyone would stick up for him like that. Cyrus wondered if he’d ever had anyone call him a friend before, and to spite a noble no less! He guessed being a princess herself probably meant standing up to a noble didn’t carry the same amount of weight, but still...

Hugo’s expression closed off, like a curtain was pulled down behind his eyes, and the vulnerability was hidden under a look of smug pleasure as he crossed his arms behind his head. “We spent the rest of the time helping Goggles and Firecracker make fireworks to perfectly match the constellations and save the star watching competition from the foggy night, like alchemists do. I naturally snagged the spot beside Goggles. No amount of good camaraderie was going to make me give that up.”

Hiding a growing attachment with another, more obvious and dangerous attachment? Hugo you are losing your touch, Cyrus thought. As his stomach churned uncomfortably.

And between you and me,-” He leaned over to give a mock whisper, “-we even threw in a few new ones of ourselves in the sky.” He giggled then, like messing with a noble’s stargazing competition was the most dastardly thing he could think of to do, which given his track record of petty revenge didn’t even grace the top fifty.

And Cyrus sat and listened as he watched the light in Hugo’s eyes grow as he spoke of his friends and the fireworks they sculpted together. Because what else could you call people who would stick up to a noble woman for you and create pictures of you in the sky?

He’s losing sight of the mission, Cyrus thought in despair. Oh Mona, what am I supposed to do now?

#varian and the seven kingdoms #seven kingdoms au #varian #hugo the human #yong #princess nuru #varigo #cogs in a steel heart

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empty-dream · 5 years ago

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Just watched 13 Reasons Why S4

Ended up making a full blown commentary per episode because this is finally the last season and I’ve been enjoying this mess since S1. I even forgot that it was released until a friend brought it up to me. So in short,

Ep1

OKAY WHO DIES AGAIN HUH??

Clay, narrating: *I'm good at hiding shits so my parents don't notice at all." His parents: *concernedly looking at him pale and mushing food on the dining table*

The concequences of investigating murder cases and creating conspiracies instead of studying your ass off because it's a damn school really caught up huh.

Charlie holy shit I love you he's so chill and good.

It's been years I still can't believe Justin is really adopted by the Jensens. Funny that now the table is reversed, with Justin finally actually doing better and taking care of the increasingly-ill Clay.

SCOTT!! OH MY GOD! SCOTT REED!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIIITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAAA!!!

Wow my headcanon is approved, he already graduated by S3. No reason he didn't hang out with the gang after all the shits in S2 if he was no longer around in the first place.

He's still so nice even in Clay's trippy nightmare. Is that what Clay remembers about him? Well not really surprising, considering Scott actually was worried about him in S2.

Good god finally Clay meets a therapist- Wait a minute that's the guy from CSI:NY?!?! Isn't Clay just gonna get clobbered instead.

Okay I knew they are really close and I do adore their relationship so much but HOLY SHIT THEY ACTUALLY GO AT IT WITH ALEX AND ZACH???

Alex: *panicking over the kiss* Zach: Ayy don't worry let's just continue perhaps-suicidally hanging out on dangerous rooftops that you were almost fall to your death from. Alex: ????

Ep2

That narration of Clay ranting about college applications. I'll drink to that bruh.

Ya I too make my applications and other supposedly important matters at 3AM instead of any other more sensible time.

Oh my fucking god that is the creepiest smile I've ever see.

I feel like as Justin gets better and better with his life, Clay goes worse.

Justin is so excited about going to college! You deserve the future man.

The old-time stoners and drunkards are rehabbed or dead. Enter Zach.

Winston: *eyes and ears up to your shit 24/7*

Nobody likes Tyler in S1 but now everybody likes him.

Okay. Cops doing shit jobs at protecting. This feels too real with this situation right now.

Clay's adventure to put the trash into the trash bin.

Omg they got the paint to the lab this is going real CSI.

Idk about u but at this point I don't exactly want to pay attention to Jessica/Justin problems anymore.

I know Zach and Clay don't get along and that's why I need their adventure together.

Clay drunk-puking on Justin. Well well well how the turntables.

The return of Monet!!

"I have 2.8. If I work hard, I'll get 2.9" Winston omg same.

Tht held gaze between Alex and Winston.. Is this slow burn fanfiction???????

Yes Mr. CSI it will definitely get worse.

I know writing about your feelings can make you feel better but probably not in your college essay form.

Ep3

I'm starting to think Clay is the one who dies in the end? Idk tho.

I guess the toll of busting ass trying to save everyone by yourself is catastrophically high, huh, Clay? Funny that he now goes from 100 in S3 to 0 in here and that's actually realistic.

Alex and Winston are really pining each other with Zach in the background lmao.

"You don't wanna go on the Valentine Dance with me? Even as friends?" Well sometimes there are moments when you just don't go back to being friends. It's an actual normal thing.

And besides the last time Alex goes with Jess for something she wanna do, he ends up murdering somebody. So.

"Hey Zach. Hey punch me. Hey you pussy now? Hey hey. Bitch." *poke* *poke* *poke*

No Zach he's trying to save all of your asses. You can't just say that.

Charlie is really just there trying to do his best in this shitshow and like Justin I wanna laugh but also am proud.

Everyone: *being paranoid and unto each other* Alex and Winston: *having the date of their life*

I wish everyone doesn't have this level of trust issues but then again we won't have a shitstorm drama like this.

When did this become "what is love?" philosophy class?

"You know love but you love so fiercely and sometimes it hurts."Wow Mr. CSI you hit the mark.

How many parties can the Liberty High hold in a year?

"You go with Charlie to get back to Justin, right?" Wow Diego you HIT the mark.

I still have problems with Ani as a character, but I do like her casual banters with Clay.

You know, with all these trust issues, I'm surprised nobody actually tries to peek on other's phone. Like, I know that's low. But, you know, faster solution. And better than having mass hallucinations.

Oh God the football team really is a bunch of jerks. Good fucking thing Scott is outta here.

Alex and Winston almost die like couples in a cheap slasher movie.

"Fuck Love." Clay Jensen, 2019 (according to the movie timeline)

Ep4

Why is Charlie talking? Why is he wearing the football jersey? Who on earth dies?? Is it Zach? Justin? Somebody else from the football team? But the content of your speech man...

Ah yeah. Clay did survive a great big deal of many ugly shits. Single-handedly thanks to adrenaline, mostly.

Jess got a point tho. Ani could have followed Clay to stop him, by herself or with the gang. What did she do? She spied on Winston and Alex, and then went back to the dance. So much for handling anything themselves.

Or maybe, the gang shouldn't have let Ani and Clay take care of it themselves.

Does anybody in this show ever figure out Clay has dead people hallucinations?

Domestic Jensen family is my everything.

Charlie really out there bribing Zach with his homemade cookies I-

Ah yeah, I kinda forgot that in reality Alex and Winston have a really difficult situation. With Bryce and Monty stuff.

"Looking back on your time at Liberty, do you have any regrets?" Really? Isn't that all they have?

"Who do you trust most in your life and why?" Everybody: *immediately side-eyeing each other*

Clay c'mon wtf Justin is really just worried sick and trying to help you. Aaand he's gone.

Jess you don't put your hands into something without checking it first...

Why would you only send 2 adults to supervise 30-50 kids on a camping wildlife trip? They wouldn't be able to do shit.

"I thought you were a football player!" "I AM a football player! And so are YOU!" Gold.

Dream!Monty and Dream!Clay really sit like that and I almost laugh were it not for the fact that I do that too. It's strange to see that for once, they talk normally, heart-to-heart, without the usual snickering, chiding, all that venom.

Oh shit they really make Monty and Clay mirror each other like that. They both protect people they love but have tendencies to snap, one way or another.

Zach, dude, I know you've been a real good friend. But Alex almost died. Twice. Because of your drunken ways. And you laughed. Didn't you spend an entire season trying hard to not let him die again? What's wrong with you?

When did this become a horror movie?

The Standalls :((

CHARLIE MY MAN WITH HIS COOKIES. And incidentally, a wild Zach appears.

"So are we gonna fall apart or trust each other now!" Justin my man.

Clay dude that would have been an amazing entrance were it not for the fact you looked insane.

I can't fucking believe they just go normally at campfire like that. Two people almost died. Several got beaten. What the fuck.

Does it come from the bottom of your heart or it doubles as a threat, Clay?

Alex you had us at the first half not gonna lie.

GR A NO LA CA MP C O OKIES? ??

Wait. So who has been fucking around with the football team? Who moved Clay?? Huh??

Ep5

GUYS THERE IS A THING CALLED GPS ON THE PHONE?? What are you? 3?

Justin finally breaking down after 5 episodes being the most decent and healthy person around. Well Charlie is too but he's new, so.

Finally an obligatory meeting at Monet.

CYRUS AND THE PUNK GANG!!! God I love you guys where have you been. And you guys are computer geeks?!?!?! Perfect.

My question exactly, Clay. Good replies tho, Cy.

I'm still thinking how for a nerd, Clay knows A LOT of people and knows who to ask what.

"How am I even friends with you?" Ya Alex that's my question too. How are you suddenly bff with Zach? I don't remember you two being close in S1?

Hm. If you aren't holding his family at stake, there is no way Tony would even think to rat out.

Mr. CSI starts going CSI on Clay.

I almost forgot Charlie's last name is St. George. The cast goes by Charlie mostly so.

Justin really shows up at the party with the angry mom pose and disappointed look at Clay. The turntable, people. Flynn's voice got raspy.

Oh no no Clay you don't go there. Please don't split my Jensen-Foley brothers like that. Meanwhile the punk gang be like just watching there.

C O O KI E S??? Goddamn Charlie do you bring cookies everywhere you go??

Charlie my boy you T_T I was kinda suprised that the cookie baking actually had a sad backstory.

Clay-Zach bonding that I fucking wish for oh yeah. I definitely didn't expect it with piano and drunk singing tho.

While Clay is having the time of his life, Tony is seeing life flashes in his eyes.

Yassss he winssss!!!!

Caleb's expression when the sherrif hugs him lmfao

Nice try Sherrif but Tony knows your tricks.

"What of any of this is okay?" Wow things you'd never hear Justin says in S1.

Meanwhile, Charlie and Alex are high on weed cookies as fuck. Their conversation is the most interesting thing I've seen beside the Scott cameo till now.

The look on Justin's face when Clay pushes him :((

MY DUDES HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ABOUT JEFF'S DEATH? WHAT HE WAS ACCUSED FOR?! You do not, under any circumstances, drive drunk.

Ep6

Clay be spitting truth.

They really be discussing Clay's chronic hero syndrome huh.

Okay. Operation Clay-Zach failed.

Weren't Zach all fuck it all yeah! kinda guy? Guess when you are the one who faces death it's not that fun anymore huh.

"One Clay Jensen is enough" Jess truth.

Do Alex and Charlie really study Spanish in front of Tony who is not helping at all? That would be embarrassing lmao.

Clay: Fuck off. Hallucination!Monty: *sits next to him*

Gotta hand it to Timothy Granaderos. He could go venomous to puppy eyed in 1 second. Amazing.

Man. School shootings are fucked up. There are many things I wonder about mankind and one of them is why is school shooting even possible?

Hallucination!Bryce: Hi I’m sorry I’m late. I hear this is time for Clay’s dead people hallucination party.

"Are you a hero or a martyr?" Wow they really throw the question.

And here is Clay sitting under the desk between his two most hated dead people hallucinations whispering moral dilemmas to him.

Meanwhile Winston and Zach got high.

Charlie helping Alex to breath.

The talk with Estella and Tyler.

"No offense, you are cool, but I don't wanna die with you." Zach chill lmao.

Are.. Are you sure outing that to Winston is a good call, Zach? For a guy who was super paranoid that his gang would narc him, he sure is loose mouthed himself.

I like how everyone from Tyler to Zach to Winston, admits that Alex is a really kind guy.

Wow Tony did you really expect anyone could do anything in that situation, in fucking Evergreen situation, for that matter?

Charlie is a great friend wow.

Cl-CLAY DON'T GO OUT that is EXACTLY what you are NOT supposed to do!!!

Goddamnit Clay. Holy shit Clay.

Dylan Minnette really worked hard in this scene.

.......... WAIT A MINUTE IT'S NOW ACTUALLY CHARLIE ALEX????? Tony be just walking in.

Ep7

Clay really got into a psych ward. Talk about darkest hour. And it’s only ep 6?

Wow Ty that's some brave lines.

Which hallucination-induced person is Clay talking to before Ani gets there?

Ok that therapy session made me tear up.

These kids are having college interviews at the worst time possible. They are all fucking breaking down one way or another.

And Charlie just, really never gives up on Alex huh.

What's most important to Clay is his friends. Real quick to answer that question huh.

God Justin lashing out at the Jensens. It's the first time he does it and it hurts.

Zach holy fuck. I appreciate you didn't out it but holy fuck you didn't have to do that are you trying to die

Clay-Tony combo is back baby I miss them so much. Although perhaps Tony you would mind a bit about Clay's health because clearly he was out of it.

This is so short. I too really don't like application essays and interviews and the inevitable revisit of the sadder parts of my life because of them.

Ep8

When did this become sci-fi apocalyptic story?

God I miss the time when Clay's dreams are just Inception-styled trippy shit with Scott randomly says hello and gets him water.

Okay. Everyone's got their own way to cope with existential and moral crisis huh.

You know what, I would like one movie out of this sci-fi dream.

I knew it Tyler was a bait to smoke out illegal gun dealers. Is that... An okay thing to do for a high schooler? Sounds fucked up, all things considered.

Yaaay Justin's got the college! I'm super happy!

Wow Estella good question.

Wow Tyler good statement. If they trust each other a bit more, everything would have been a bit better.

Ah shit. Justin relapses again.

Does Tony need to be pummelled first before he finally goes all off to finish his opponent or what?

Is this going Big Brother Is Watching

What the fuck. That locker fight scene is disgusting.

Jess and Clay might throw shades at each other but together they share one brain cell.

"I think it's a walkout, Sir" Tyler lmao

Wow Zach and Alex heart-to-heart.

Cyrus really steps on some pedestal to make his point.

Aaand Zach and Alex really go all out on "doing it right" huh.

They really have students vs cops riot at this time. Talk about timing.

It's nice to see the punk gang enjoying the fighting again.

Dude what happens if you don't have anything on your bag tho.

Aaaah the punk gang with Tyler again!!

"Why are you with me and not with Charlie?" Zach ouch that hurts.

Zach no no no Zach get out of there too Zach pls

Clay really becomes 2nd in command to Jess huh.

Charlie tries to save Clay but gets whacked on the head instead.

Tony you came back!! Oh so that college scout was.. Oh.

Oh shit Clay. Oh. Shit. I should have realized that. Goddamn.

Ep9

"I like sleep." Charlie me too.

God Alex and Charlie literally sleep together jaldjwaownaljewoalsj that some cute shit.

Wow Clay really takes Mr. CSI's advice to round up the gang and confesses. That's a step.

Charlie sometimes has a good idea, huh.

The Jensens meeting is probably the reason why the idea of parenthood scares me.

Also Clay and Justin really put the practice of "tell the parents the less-harsh-but-still-harsh truth, then ask them to get prom back" by the book. And it's awkward.

Aww Charlie coming out to his dad and the response he gets... When you put the rich fams like Dempseys, Walkers and Saint Georges together, the last one is really the only healthy one huh.

Way to go Jess!

Ah I forgot Alex has an older brother.

Aaaahhh Charlie has dinner with the Standalls! Their reaction is so sweet!

"Does he make you happy?" "Yeah. A lot." AHDKWJWOAKDUWLAOEL I mean after everything that has happened to Alex, man I am so happy he can say that with a fond smile.

WHAT THE FUCK HAHAHAHHA CHARLIE WHAT THE FUCK HOLY SHIT LMFAO I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST AN TRIPPY ANIMATED IMAGINATION THING and Alex is so done with his extra shit.

Wow Ani you do karaoke good, asking Jess out even better.

OH MY GOD IT ESCALATED. Also Alex is right that one is creepy Charlie.

I thought by special doughnut Caleb means some diet-related stuff fit to Tony's menu for fighting. Why didn't I expect a literal Will You Go To Prom doughnuts?

CHARLIE PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAHA you dumb rich kid where did you get all those lamps and prop candles.

"Would you love me any less?" Aww Clay knows Justin loves him.

"You three all look adorable" Ya Jess, same.

Tony really out there doing the "I'm here because he's here" to Caleb.

Clay, Alex, and Charlie be like judging Zach hard.

Oh right that one kid from Cyrus's gang is gay and he brought his boyfriend!

Zach: You two sitting here like it's a funeral. Also Zach: *proceeds to continue sitting as well*

"We deserve to live." Finally something from Zach's mouth that I can agree for this season.

I love that Tony and Caleb are such good friends to Clay.

And now it's Winston turn for dead people hallucination.

..... The door to the other side again.. :'''((

CHARLIE AND ALEX WON THE PROM KINGS AAAAAAHHHHHH I mean with all those extra efforts, it'd be hard to not to. And there goes Alex finally giving in to dance.

I don't like Luke the football guy when he's the enemy but I like him when he's a friend. He's a hype man lmao.

Alex I'm so happy for you man. I'm glad you are finally happy. My heart was tight at the dance part .

Everyone: *dances* Clay: *sits there, monologuing philosophically*

I like that Clay and Ani finally being honest that they don't fit each other romantically. As romance goes there is not much romantic tension between them. And they have way too many flawed traits that when paired, would turn the relationship sour and possibly toxic in the end.

Justin do u like to show up and make everyone step aside for you or what.

I like that Clay was just watching from a distance. Then at last minute decided to join the crowd with his mother, whom he had a few trust issues with in all seasons.

Charlie: "Foundry's gay?!" Alex: "Mind's blown" Me: Same.

There has been nothing wrong going on in one episode, aside from the Zach one that's timely stopped by Charlie and Alex. I'm suspicious.

Ah. Yes. Of course.

Oh my god Justin's the one dead huh?

Ep10

Oh thank God he hasn't died. Yet.

Oh God Justin no. No no no.

Get your shit together Zach. Even Charlie tells you that.

No no no not like this not after everything oh god.

Somebody would you actually please run after Clay too.

Oh my god Clay.

Oh my god Alex you. Even when he admits it to Winston, he still covers for Jess. I- oh god.

It's been only 15 minutes and it hurts.

Charlie and Alex, the moms of the group.

You know, for a guy who says he doesn't love Justin, Alex gives a lot of shit about him. I guess you can still be around people you don't like?

I know the kiss is huge news Charlie but that's not the issue here lmao.

Zach: *hugs Clay* Clay: ????? Alex and Charlie: ?????? Zach: *pats Tyler's head* *leans on Clay*

The Padillas :''')

Clay Jensen. Class speaker. Wow.

Yeah Mr. CSI's voice is really calm, rather chilling, actually.

"You've looked at death too many times for a young person." Damn right Mr. Jensen.

Ah so that's the reason why Zach stole that letter. Makes sense, emotionally.

You know, I did say Idc anymore about Justin/Jessica problems but when it gets to this point, I can't not care.

So many people come to the hospital...

Clay and Justin's talk. I'm sorry I can't hold it in anymore. I'm fucking sobbing at this moment.

He's dead. He's dead. He's dead just like his mom. But he died not in the same way. He died holding his bro's hand. He died surrounded by his family. He died with people who loved him around.

"After everything, this is how it ends." Fucck

DID HE HAVE TO DIE??? DID JUSTIN FOLEY-JENSEN HAVE TO DIE?? Did you really have to put yet another sucker punch in the last episode of the season?? Yeah I know real kids and people do die from AIDS but really? After a whole season of Clay screaming kids wants to live to the point he lost his mind???

I spent the entire funeral screen crying. I couldn't even scream again when Scott is present in the funeral. I know he'd be there but god I can't right now.

Mr. CSI sure knows super effective ways to make Clay react.

"If Justin's dead, the none of the rest of it matters. " Clay..

He opens up.

Oh yeah I forgot Charlie is a junior.

AAAA COURTNEY AND RYAN ARE HERE!!! I MISS YOU GUYS!!!!!

SCOTTTTT!!!!!! And CHLOE TOO!! It’s nice that they come together. But they aren’t like, together, right? I mean if he is her boyfriend she would say his name right away to Zach instead of a mere ‘would you like to meet him? He’s outside.’

These 4 are such good friends to attend their friends’ graduation ceremony.

The punk guys in toga are so... Refreshing to look. Such hype men.

"It's easy to hate. It's easy to fear. It's goddamn hard to love. But it's not optional. It's essential." Jessica Davis, everybody.

Jeff, Hannah and Justin really died in the span of 2 years. Add to that is Bryce and Monty, whose deaths left uncountable traumas on top of existing traumas. Yeah. It was hellish time.

Scott’s proud small smile when Clay gives his speech. Im love.

"Choose to live. Even on the worst day, life is a pretty spectacular thing." Clay Jensen, everybody.

Ma boi Zach really teared up at Clay's speech.

Luke and one of the punk kids talking about some geek thing I am not familiar with I-

“No offense Luke. You’ve got great arm but you haven’t been known for your brain.” PETER That BURNS LMAO

Poor Winston just being alone. OH HELLO RYAN YOU ARE FAST.

Zach is gonna study music! Nice foreshadowing since he plays a lot of music this season.

Clay having a gratitude moment with his parents and Scott be like munching cupcakes in the background.

Oh god Hannah ...

Wow the old tape gang is here!! The nostalgia hurts.

They bury the tapes on the same hill again asdfwosaiofai.

Kinda salty Sheri and Scott aren’t here. But then again I guess back then Scott was just helping Clay and co when he could and mostly minding his own business. HOWEVER isn’t Sheri like in the tape and pretty prominent too :(( Like she was really cool with Clay (despite the whole guilt over Jeff), tried to make amends and really helped with the polaroid cases.

Also you can't just insert Scott in Clay's dream and then not have them interact in the end. The dream was such a perfect bait. Like we know at least they apparently get along well.

Everything in Jessica’s final conversation with her Bryce hallucination. Everything in it.

Ryan: “Gordon Lightfoot?” Ha Ryan you miss a whole lot of drama.

Fuck I'm tearing up again at Justin's essay. He deadass makes an entire essay about Clay and how he is his savior I-

Oh my god they end it exactly like S1 with Tony and Clay riding away. They are really each other’s ride or die.

That’s it. It’s over. It’s been a long trainwreck. So the 2019 class graduates, so does Justin, they are doing uni right now and keeping in touch with everyone. Bye.

#13 reasons why #13 reasons why season 4 #random saying

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blessedarethebinarybreakers · 5 years ago

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Normally I don't like to ask stuff but I feel distressed. My mom is arguing about a preaching that she heard where it says that the antichrist will be gay. She quotes the book of Daniel, particularly Daniel 11:37. Her argument is that Daniel is a prophecy book therefore it must be true. It just really hurts that she'd say this to me and keeps making remarks about my faith. That I'm not a good enough Christian for not believing like her. Is what Daniel say true or is the interpretation wrong?

Hey there. I’m sorry to hear you’re distressed, and especially that your mom keeps making remarks about your faith. It is not right for any of us to judge another person’s faith like that!

This is gonna get long, so for a tl;dr, after studying Daniel 11 and its surrounding context I can say pretty confidently that your mom is indeed wrong about how to interpret 11:37. If you want to explore just why with me, read on!

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So to start with, I disagree with your mom that everything in the Book of Daniel, or in any “prophecy book” of the Bible, must necessarily be “true” – or “come true” as if it were fortune telling. Biblical prophecy is not fortune telling or future telling. As I say in this post, biblical prophets were actually much more concerned about the present, about how the past had shaped that present, and about how the present could be used to shape the future! This is just a fact of how ancient Israelites viewed prophecy, regardless of how one interprets scripture (whether more fundamentalist / literal as I imagine your mom probably is, or more historical/contextual, etc.).

Christians who get really into all the biblical visions of “the end times” and the rapture and stuff don’t want to hear this, because they want it to be somehow directly relevant to them and their futures (and that’s understandable), so the following paragraph is just some information for you rather than anything that’s likely to convince your mom:

Most biblical scholars say that most of the biblical prophecies aren’t about “The End Times” the way we conceive of it. The Book of Daniel’s prophecies do include some talk of the actual end of the world, but – like the Book of Revelation in the New Testament – the majority of his prophecies actually refer to kingdoms and intrigue going on in Daniel’s own time (or not so long before or after his own time).

I have not studied Daniel’s prophecies, like, at all besides reading through them, so I can say more about how the Book of Revelation is less about “the end of the world” and more about “the end of the Roman Empire;” but Daniel follows a similar trajectory of being more about the fall of the empires that have oppressed his people than about the end of the whole world. If you have a Bible that offers footnotes about the historical context going on in any given passage of scripture, it will tell you all about that – that Daniel’s prophecies discuss the sequence of Babylonian, Median, and Persian rulers that oppress his people and criticize those oppressive kings.

Thus when you go to look at Daniel 11 (and 10), you see that Daniel isn’t talking about “The Antichrist” in this passage – indeed, that title “Antichrist” is not used at all in this Book, or in any book of the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament) at all! – but rather he is talking about a Persian king who is going to arise and oppress his people. The New Interpreter’s Study Bible suggests in its footnotes for 11:37 that the specific king Daniel’s talking about is Antiochus, who “grew exceedingly arrogant: He abandoned his ancestral gods and imposed the worship of Zeus Olympus” – hence 11:37′s statement that he “shall pay no respect to the God’s of his ancestors.”

Now that we’ve reached the verse itself in our discussion, let’s have a closer look at Daniel 11:37. The New King James Version reads,

“He shall regard neither the God of his fathers nor the desire of women, nor regard any god; for he shall exalt himself above them all.”

The part of this verse that is used by some to claim that “the antichrist” (if you interpret this passage as even being about the antichrist, despite the context pointing to it actually being about a Persian king) is gay is, of course, “nor the desire of women.”

But along with that seeming like a very random tangent for the prophet to mention in a verse that otherwise is about this king abandoning all gods, the issue with biblical Hebrew is that sometimes getting a precise meaning out of it is hard. Thus “nor the desire of women” is not the only translation into English that one can make from the Hebrew. I’ll list some other translations that have been made (and you can see tons more here):

KJV: “nor the desire of women”

NASB: “or for the desire of women”

NIV: “or for the one desired by women”

ESV and NRSV: “or to the one beloved by women”

New Living Translation: “or for the god loved by women”

CEB: “and the god preferred by women”

Now, there are many conservative Christians who believe that the King James Bible is never wrong, and therefore they’ll insist that the translation to “nor the desire of women” is the one “correct” translation. But even if that is the case, what exactly does “the desire of women” mean in English? Does it mean:

that this guy doesn’t desire / isn’t attracted to women, as your mom believes?

could it also mean that he doesn’t care if women desire him? aka he might still desire them, and doesn’t give a damn about whether they like him back

or does it mean that he doesn’t care what women desire/want – i.e., that he won’t listen to them about what they want, perhaps in regards to what gods he respects, since that’s what the rest of the verse is about?

Moving to look at those translations that translate it “the god loved/preferred/beloved by women,” some suggest that this meaning: just as the guy has no regard for “the god of his ancestors,” likewise he has no regard for the god[s] of his wives/concubines. There are examples in the Hebrew Bible of women having different gods from their husbands – Jacob’s wife Rachel takes her household gods with her into his house; Solomon’s many foreign wives convince him to worship their gods with them. So if the Hebrew here, hemdath nashiym, is translated something about “the god loved by the women,” that’s what it could be about – this guy won’t be swayed to worship any god, whether his own family’s gods or his wives’ gods.

That above reasoning makes much more sense within the context of the verse than it being like “So this guy won’t care about his ancestors’ god, oh also by the way he’s gay or whatever, and back to the god thing, he’s gonna exalt himself over all gods.” It would be such a random tangent!

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So that’s all the language and history stuff. Now let’s get hypothetical:

so…what if your mom is right? So what if the verse is saying “this guy isn’t attracted women”? (and for the purpose of this hypothetical, let’s say the verse is about the antichrist though as I discussed above I do not believe that it is.)

First off, just because he doesn’t desire women doesn’t necessarily mean he does desire men. He could be asexual and/or aromantic. That wouldn’t be much better, of course, because we’d be moving from homophobia into aphobia. Asexual and aromantic folks get vilified enough with the stigma that “oh you can’t ~~love~~?? you monster!” So I definitely do not like the supposition that the antichrist is ace/aro; that’s just as icky as him being gay.

But again, we’re in hypothetical land: so let’s say the antichrist is gay, or is aroace. ……..So what??

Gay people, aroace people, aren’t all perfect and good people. We can be badguys too, ya know? If the antichrist were cishet, it wouldn’t mean that All Cishet People Are Therefore Like The Antichrist – so if the antichrist were gay, why would it therefore mean that all gay people are like the antichrist?

He’s just one person. A big bad person – but his sexuality isn’t necessarily a part of that. He’s not evil because of whatever his sexuality is or isn’t.

I will close by offering some counterbalances to a supposedly gay (or aroace, or otherwise LGBTQA+) antichrist: there are also LGBTQA+ heroes in the Bible.

Daniel himself may well be one of them!!

To start with, Daniel is most likely a eunuch: after all, he has a position in the Babylonian court, and as David Bayliss notes, “it was customary for Mesopotamian kings in the first millennium BC to surround themselves with eunuchs as servants.” The Bible itself attests to this fact, in places like Isaiah 39:7 that talks about youths being taken from Judah to serve Babylon’s king as eunuchs. Along with those two facts, Bayliss continues with more evidence that Daniel was a eunuch:

Third, the fact that Daniel and the other captured Israelite youths were entrusted to the “chief eunuch” suggests that they were to become young eunuchs themselves.

Fourth, boys to be made into eunuchs were usually selected for their beauty, which is mentioned at the top of the list of selecting criteria in Dan 1:4.

Fifth, there is no mention of Daniel or his companions ever marrying (or having children).

Sixth, Daniel showed no interest in returning to Jerusalem after Cyrus the Great came to the throne (who allowed exiles to return to their homelands), which may have to do with his physical humiliation and the Deut 23:1 ban.“

Now, why’s it matter if Daniel’s a eunuch?? What’s that got to do with being LGBTQA?? Many queer scholars, myself included, have argued that biblical eunuchs share many similarities to gay people, or trans people, etc. I talk about the connection between biblical eunuchs and contemporary trans people in the section of this webpage titled “ ‘Better than sons or daughters’: Isaiah 56″.

(For other resources on eunuchs’ link to LGBT folks, see here, here, here, here.)

On top of that, some scholars have suggested a romantic/sexual relationship between David and the head eunuch under which he served, Ashpenaz. According to Daniel 1:9, Daniel enjoyed “the favor and tender love” of Ashpenaz. This could be a totally platonic thing, or it could be physical; the Hebrew is ambiguous.

You might not be able to stop your mom from making her awful comments, but maybe being able to respond in your head to her “the antichrist is gay!” with “no, Daniel was gay” will help you a little.

Please keep safe, and do what you can to keep your mom’s crap from getting to you (I know that’s much harder said than done). You are beloved by the God who made you, friend. And scripture is much queerer than hateful Christians want to admit.

#the antichrist #antichrist #apocalyptic literature #daniel #the book of daniel #homophobia #essays #thelandofladymarvel #reading and studying the bible #prophets

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thinkingaboutyoungroyals · 6 years ago

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Summary: T.J. finds out what happened to the shirt Cyrus was supposed to give him.

A/N: My friend asked me to write this for her so... here it is! So sorry I couldn’t give you the happy ending kiss you wanted! I’m so full of angst!

Impatiently tapping his foot against the floor, T.J. stared at the school’s entrance door, hoping that the person he wanted to see would just show up. He woke up early so he could come into school before Kira did (she normally didn't get there until much later). He could at least have a half hour to himself.

Hanging out with her was fun but exhausting! Sure, he finally had someone new to play basketball with but she was so darn clingy, T.J. felt like he couldn’t breathe around her. He was always tense, afraid to make the wrong move or say the wrong things. And she had this way of making him do things he didn’t really want to and he hated it. He hated that she knew how to play him.

“Come on, Cy,” he muttered under his breath, his hands tightly gripping the straps of his backpack. “Where are you? You’re always early.”

As if answering him, the door opened and Cyrus entered, chattering animatedly to Jonah.

T.J. felt his lips quirk as he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and jogged towards the two boys.

“Hey,” he greeted.

Jonah beamed. “Hey, T.J.”

To T.J.’s disappointment, Cyrus managed only a small smile and a soft, “Hey.”

That wasn’t his usual greeting. He always greeted T.J. with a huge smile that lit up his whole face. He had changed since Costume Day. He said he wasn’t avoiding T.J. but the latter couldn’t help but wonder if he was lying.

“You wanna hang out after school?” T.J. asked before he lost his nerve.

It was kinda funny (and by funny, he meant strange). He never had a problem asking Cyrus to hang out before.

Why was he suddenly so anxious and uneasy?

“Aren’t you hanging out with Kira?” Cyrus replied, almost bitterly.

Caught off-guard, T.J.’s brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to answer but the other boy continued, “I mean, I figured you two might have something going on. You always do.”

So, he was definitely still upset about that. And, somehow, T.J. couldn’t blame him. He had been kind of preoccupied with Kira but he wanted to correct that now.

He was trying. He hoped Cyrus could see it.

“And we have something after school anyway,” Jonah added with a shrug.

T.J.’s eyes flew to the dimpled boy for the first time since the two entered. “Oh? What are you guys doing?”

“Commu-.”

“Hey, Jonah, I’m gonna go ahead, okay?” Cyrus interrupted, giving the other boy a soft smile.

T.J. felt his chest twitch with a burst of irritation. But, not at Cyrus. Never at Cyrus.

“Oh, sure, Cy. See you later.”

“See you.” Cyrus finally turned to T.J. and nodded. “I’ll see you around, Teej.”

The nickname kind of made him feel better. Just a little. At least Cyrus wasn’t completely mad at him. He hoped.

Now that Cyrus was gone and left him alone with Jonah, T.J. kind of felt awkward now. It wasn’t like the two immediately became best friends after the whole jersey number fiasco. But, they acknowledged each other now and then. Besides, he was Cyrus’ best guy friend so T.J. knew it was best to get along with him.

“So… you and Kira, huh?” Jonah said, casually.

T.J. groaned. “Why does everyone keep assuming we’re a couple? We’re not!”

Jonah furrowed his brow. “Oh. Sorry about that, dude. I see you guys together around school a lot so I just thought you were a thing.”

“Well, we’re not. We’re just…friends.”

Even that felt kind of fake to T.J. but what else could he describe her as?

Just some girl he hung out and played basketball with? More people would assume they were dating, then.

Girl who knew how to manipulate him into doing stuff she wanted? Yeah, that would not go over well (even if it was true).

“Okay, cool.”

The atmosphere got awkward again.

T.J. was about to just say goodbye to Jonah and try to find Cyrus again when he finally got a good look at the other boy in front of him. More specifically, he got a good look at the shirt he was wearing. It looked oddly familiar…

“Nice shirt…” he ended up saying.

Jonah beamed. “Thanks! Cyrus gave it to me!”

And, just like that, T.J. felt his whole body go cold.

He finally remembered.

The shirt.

Cyrus was going to give him that shirt. Or, at least, a shirt that looked like it. Maybe it was a different shirt.

But, he swore it was the same one.

“W-Where did he get it?” he casually asked, cursing the way his voice broke.

“At that free sale market we did the other day.”

T.J.’s chest tightened even more.

“O-Oh… Cool.”

Cyrus had texted him about the market. He even invited T.J. to come but he was with Kira at the park because she wanted to feed the ducks.

He couldn’t be mistaken. It was definitely the same shirt.

Cyrus gave Jonah the shirt he was going to give T.J.

Just like that, something broke inside him. He didn’t even know it was possible.

It felt like the time when he was eight and he accidentally broke his aunt’s crystal vase. The shattering sound it made when it hit the floor. The pieces scattered all over. Some of the shards had even cut him.

It felt exactly like that. Except this time, the vase was his heart.

And just like his 8-year-old self, he had no idea how to put it all back together. So, he just stood there, staring.

“You and Cyrus are really close,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Jonah looked really confused now, probably wondering why T.J. was asking him all these questions in the middle of the hallway before class. T.J. hadn’t let him go to his locker. But the boy was too polite to just rush off in the middle of the conversation.

Was that why Cyrus liked hanging out with Jonah? Cause they were both just so nice?

T.J. wasn’t nice. He could say he was a much more decent person now than he was before, but definitely not always nice.

Cyrus might argue otherwise, though. He always thought the best of him.

The thought almost made T.J. smile.

“I mean, we hang out a lot. Like, this weekend, we went camping!”

T.J. raise an eyebrow at that. “Camping? Cyrus?”

Jonah chuckled. “Yeah, I was pretty surprised too. But, he wanted to watch the meteor shower.”

T.J. frowned. “And he asked you?”

Not that there was anything wrong with Jonah, but T.J. would have been down to camp and watch a meteor shower. Why didn’t Cyrus ask him?

“I guess Andi and Buffy were busy. But, it was kinda fun.” Jonah laughed. “Reminded me kind of like a date, honestly.”

T.J. felt himself go cold again. “Y-You went on a date with Cyrus?” he almost screeched.

“Dude, chill, I said it was like a date, not that it was one.”

Jonah was giving him a strange look now. He had to dial it down.

“I don’t think he realized,” the brunette continued anyway.” But I didn’t want to make him embarrassed so I didn’t say anything. But, I gotta be honest.” He smiled, fondly. “Whoever Cyrus dates is gonna be one lucky gu-… person.”

“Oh.”

T.J. couldn’t argue with that. Cyrus was a great guy.

A really great guy who only deserved the best.

Someone who treasured him and didn’t hurt him.

Someone who wasn’t T.J.

“Um, so, is there anything else you wanna ask me?” Jonah asked, hesitant.

T.J. shook his head, ignoring the stinging in his eyes. “No,” he croaked. “Sorry.”

Without even saying goodbye, he turned on his feels and rushed off.

What was happening to him? Why was he feeling so crappy all of a sudden?

Just because Cyrus gave Jonah a shirt he said he was gonna give T.J.?

Just because Cyrus went camping and watched a meteor shower with Jonah and not T.J.?

Just because Cyrus has always had Jonah by his side whereas T.J. had disappointed and hurt him over and over again?

T.J. froze in his tracks.

Cyrus was standing at his locker, laughing as he talked to the guy who owned the locker was next to his.

What was the guy’s name? Cyrus mentioned him before. Did it even matter? T.J. didn’t actually care.

But, Cyrus was smiling. He was laughing. And it wasn’t T.J. in front of him.

It was the first time in days since he had seen Cyrus’ smile and heard his laugh.

He missed them.

He missed him.

As if feeling the eyes on him, Cyrus turned his head and locked eyes with him. For a few tense seconds, they just stared at each other. T.J. couldn’t read his eyes. They were so guarded. They were never like that around him before. He always prided himself in always being able to read Cyrus like an open book. But, now, it was like he was under lock and key.

T.J. took a step towards him.

Cyrus’ face twisted with alarm. Hurriedly, he slammed his locker shut and said goodbye to the guy he was talking to. Then, flashing T.J. a brief and quick nod of acknowledgment, he rushed off.

And T.J. knew that Cyrus hated running.

He really messed up this time.

How could he fix this?

He couldn’t let this end like it did with that vase.

He had to fix this.

#tyrus #tyrus fanfic

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semi-imaginary-place · 5 years ago

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thI’m gonna beat Platinum with only pachirisu (bibarel’s along for the ride, and HMs)

I named myself Pachi and my rival (Barry) was Risu because Gen 4 has a character limit to names and wouldn’t let me name them Pachirisu1 and Pachirisu2 or Electric Squirrel 1 and 2.

So i more or less blitz through oreburgs gym as fast as i could avoiding trainers and not catching any pokemon, and then spent the next half an hour trying to catch a pachirisu because despite a 10% chance, rng screwed me over and they refused to come out. After i caught the first one, I didn’t see another one for another half hour. Literally went from level 11 to level 17 before i saw another pachirisu. so my the rules i gave myself, once i caught the first pachirisu, I could only use that pachirisu. Now a level 11 pachirisu’s only damaging move is quick attack. this thing has base 45 attack. it was suffering.

at level 13 pachirisu learn spark and things got better from there. Levels 13-27 were actually ok all things considered. Like it was only 30% harder than normal. I’m now at hearthome and I expect things to get much harder from here on out as other pokemon start evolving and getting better stats and moves. base 45 attack and special attack...

look at this thing’s pathetic moveset. Please remember this is gen 4 so TMs are single use.

Geodudes are the bane of my existence, caves and hikers my arch enemies. by level 18 or something they learn magnitude and the only things i have to damage them are quick attack and swift. Battles are slow. Now pachirisu does actually have some bulk (well comparatively speaking for a ~lv15 rat) so these fights ended up with a lot of stalling and healing as I slowly chip away with with swift and bide (if they don’t magnitude me to death), I’ve ended up in a lot of battles the ended up in struggle. please note the pp of the above moves. Geodudes usually spend the first 1-3 turns rock polishing so that’s when i use charm to drop their attack into the void and then comes the guessing game of when they’ll attack (rock throw etc.) where i should bide and when they’ll do defense curl (and i should just attack).

well the hearthome, veilstone, and pastoria gyms didn’t cause me any problems. It takes 3 hits to take anything down but it also take 4 hits to down pachirisu. I’m also over leveled so i skipped some optional areas. all in all its not hard. yet.. probably because I’m overleved. pachirisu’s got discharge and superfang so im doing ok for now

the barry canalave fight went well until i got to the roserade.... its special attack is high enough i needed to heal every other turn. then it leech seeded me and kept sleeping me.... Canalave gym er well the steelix really caused me problems. I more or less heal stalled it to death. Pachirisu just doesn’t have enough power. That was painful just slowly chipping away at it.... healing every 3 turns, trying to keep it confused as much as possible.

By level 43, pachirisus’ stats are starting to fall behind, I can’t one shot wild pokemon 15 levels below me, and am increasingly relying on super fang to get through battles. The ice gym was pretty bad, stalled out a few time.... ended up struggling the froslass to death... bled a lot of money...

brb purging this from my memory

so catching 5 pachirisu was so mind numbingly boring that i got a mental block trying to catch no. 6 so i gave up. anyways went and caught my last pachirisu so now i finally have a full team. that said, I’m only really using 3.

I forgot how much i hated mt. cornet. i give up. Max Repels all the way. Team galactic was actually ok but mostly because they used a lot of murkrow and golbat. The final Cyrus fight was actually pretty good considering I’m level 48. Giratina though was a problem. So part of the initial rules was no catching pokemon so i had to knock it out. (I did catch a chansey because i wanted a lucky egg but the chansey and luck egg rates are so low i gave up and released the chansey i caught. also cynthia forced a togepi egg on me so i got that). Anyways the only move i had that wasn’t normal type was spark/discharge and giratina resists electric. so that fight took a while... i lowered giratina’s attack by 6 stages, paralyzed it and then kept it confused and slowly whittled down its health. didn’t lose too many, 1 KO from a crit.

Sunnyshore was a mixed bag, like it’d go ok and then I’d hit a wall and get stuck and bleed moomoo milks and then it’d be ok again for the next 4 pokemon. Pokemon like jolteon caused me a lot of problems since I only have normal and electric moves. I refuse to grind to for this so maybe I’m just making my life harder than it has to be but yeah not great but it could have been much worse. Overall I am definitely feeling pachirisu slowing down. The water route was fine, nice to be able to one shot things again (sometimes) but victory road is a huge road block with all the ground pokemon. it was terrible. I mainly used repels to get through the first floor (got lost -_-) but I might go to iron island which i skipped earlier to grab iron tail. I haven’t used any tms yet because single use is terrifying and I’m scared of commitment but I’m considering toxic, double team, light screen, dig, charge beam, thunderwave. Charge beam looks good, but pachirisu is a little weak to be setting up and sweeping so i don’t know yet what I’m going to do. I don’t remember who is in the elite four either so i should look that up. The main problem with the elite four is going to be pp management. Maybe I will toxic and confusion everything to death...

yeah getting though victory road was a war of attrition. it was hard.

well that last barry fight was excruciatingly painful. I forgot it was there. Staraptor went down in 3 hits as did empoleon and heracross. Heracross kept one shoting me which was annoying and roserade resists electric so that took a while but snorlax was what really caused me trouble. I had to do that fight 4 times because of snorlax. So the problem with snorlax is rest, on a normal run you usually have something powerful enough to take down snorlax in 3 hits, but i don’t. snorlax is just so tanky that I can’t deal enough damage before it ses rest again. earthquake wasn’t so much a problem after 3 charms, but rest kept resetting any paralysis or confusion i got on snorlax. I had to exhaust all 10 pp for rest and all pp for earthquake plus switch out whenever crunch lowered my defense. it took a loooonnng time.

So I beat the elite four and champion with the power on money. Man that took forever. I went and looked up the sinnoh elite four instead on going in blind like i had been. Zap is my physical attacker and Glitz is my special attacker. Funny thing is that For most of the game Zap has been highest level but Glitz pulled aheah after i sp. a. ev trained on route 212 for a couple levels. sparkle is just along for the ride. So the main danger in relying so heavily on x items is that there’s just a massive set up at the beginning of each fight as i throw like 3 x defense 3 x sp defense 4 sp attack/attck and 2 speed onto my pachirisu.

So with Aron ?? bug dude? the yanmega would u turn and i died to the heracross a couple times via crits. that damn heracross. I’d send out sparkle to put 3 charms on the heracross and confuse it then switch to Zap and start setting up. It was either the drapion or the scizor that survived a hit but my def was boosted enough to survive. Side note: WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE EARTHQUAKE. the drapion, the inpernape, the bronzong, all of bertha’s team....

To deal with Bertha I did teach grass knot to Glitz and set up on him with sparkle leading to charm the hippowdon. This (predictably) was the worse fight and i died the most here which was painful as i had to start over. uuggg. Also setting up took longer since hippowdon kept the sandstorm up. I thought its was only going to last 5 turns and hippowdon already had 3 charms on it so i didn’t was to kill it yet, well i learned. Rhyperior miraculously survived and then earthquake took half my health even with 4 x defends.

Ok so I’m convinced houndoom has an elevated crit rate or something because that thing crited me like once every 4 hits. I was originally pretty worried about magmortar and infernape but flint was ok, or well at least better than bertha. it was gallade in the next fight that gave me more trouble. Not to much but at one point i was praying to rng to not get crited on. But i made it through eventually.

At this point exhaustion is kicking is and I honestly don’t really remember what happened. I led with Glitz for this fight and the last 2 fights since their leading pokemon were all special attackers. Spiritomb was annoying because it kept lowering my sp defense. Set up too so long that by the time i was done, the only move it had pp left in was silverwind, so like 43 turns? I got through most of her team alright, except for the garchomp that survived and proceeded to earthquake me. My second attack left garchomp with a sliver of health and after it attacked me, glitz was in the red too. After like 2 more turns of jockying with it i took it town with swift.

I can’t remember what fights these were but I got burned a few times and poisoned once and that was annoying. I think it was cynthia’s roserade which was her last pokemon, it's sludgebomb poisoned me i think but its was in the yellow health so i didn’t bother healing and took it down.

And that’s how i beat Pokemon Platinum TM with only pachirisu. In the end i really only used 3 pachirisu and you probably could do this with 1 pachirisu, i wouldn’t quite call this a callenge run since its not too hard. Its at the difficulty where anyone could do this. I mean the easiest way to beat the game with 1 pachirisu is to grind it to level 100 and stuff it with x items, but i hate grinding and since i skipped a lot of battles i was quite poor too.

My final pokemon count was monferno (starter who i couldn’t bear to release but was poxed after valley windworks), togepi (thatcynthia shoved into the arms and I never used), chansey (i caught and released in a plan to get lucky eggs that i gave up on), tropius (for hms), bibarel (for hms), and 6 pachirisu,my pc boxes were very empty. i never had other pokemon and only pachirisu were ever in battles.

I don’t know why i did this.

Pachirisu is cute.

#pkmn #pokemon #pachirisu

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i-am-church-the-cat · 6 years ago

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Tyrus Week Drabble

Gonna be a short series on ao3 but posting it here first.

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“TJ.”

“Hmm?”

“TJ.”

“Hmm?”

“TJ.”

“Cyrus, wha-”

Cyrus cut his boyfriend off with a kiss. The blonde relaxed almost immediately and pulled Cyrus into his lap. Cyru giggles and pulled away to look at the other boy.

“Stop studying so hard, you’ll give yourself a headache.”

TJ sighed, knowing Cyrus was right. “I really need to ace this exam”, he pleaded, knowing it was futile.

“I know, and you will, but if you don’t take a break, you’ll wear yourself out and you won’t even be able to take the exam, let alone play basketball.”

“Fine”, TJ sighed and pushed away from his desk. Cyrus squeaked when he stood up and carried him to the bed where the two flopped down. His boyfriend settled them on their sides so they were facing each other.

“Hi”, TJ said, since he hadn’t properly greeted him yet.

“Hi”, Cyrus replied with a small smile, leaning in to kiss him. They traded soft, slow kisses for a while and Cyrus was grateful once again that TJ had a single room.

There was a knock on the door and TJ groaned.

“Who is it?”, he asked, pulling away a bit.

“Marty and Buffy”, came the muffled reply. TJ rolled his eyes and untangled himself from his boyfriend.

“You have a key, you know”, TJ said once the couple was inside.

“We wouldn’t want to walk in on something”, Marty explained suggestively. TJ hit him with a pair of socks. Buffy went and dropped on the bed next to Cyrus.

“Amber and Andi are visiting this weekend. Apparently their school gets out early.” Andi and Amber had both gone to a design and fashion school after high school which was great for their relationship and not-so-great for their friendships.

“Yes and as not being related to either of them, I had no knowledge of this”, TJ said sarcastically, though he wasn’t all too mad at the pair barging it.

“Did you not about the party we’re going to tonight, all so smart-y pants?”

TJ gave Marty a look and he whined.

“Come on TJ, you’re a freshman starter for god’s sake, you need to mingle with your fans.”

“I don’t need fans”, TJ replied bluntly. “Or parties.”

“Cyrus?”, Buffy asked turning to the other boy. He looked nervous with everyone’s eyes on him. He looked at TJ who gave him a questioning look.

“I don’t—I don’t know”, Cyrus answered. “Could be fun, I guess.”

Buffy and Marty turned to TJ triumphantly and Cyrus gave him an apologetic look. TJ groaned but eventually conceded.

***

TJ had been at the party for a total of 20 minutes and he was already ready to leave. It was loud and crowded and all he could think about was his exam in two days. He leaned against a wall with the cup of what was undoubtedly alcohol someone had shoved into his hand and watched the dance floor. He grinned a bit when he saw Cyrus wave at him from where he was dancing with their friends.

“You’re TJ Kippen, right?”, a voice suddenly asked. TJ turned to see a girl about his age smiling up at him.

“Uh, yeah”, TJ answered, straightening up to talk to her.

“This your first party?”, she asked glancing around.

“No, but I sure wish it was my last”, TJ answered. The girl laughed a little too loudly and placed her hand on his arm. He raised his eyebrow, confused until he saw the girl glance at a guy who was staring at them intently as he danced with another girl. Oh.

“You know, if you want to make that guy jealous you should probably talk to guy who’s straight”, TJ told her, leaning down to whisper it in her ear. The girl glanced up and blushed.

“Sorry”, she said drawing her hand away.

“No problem, I’m used to it by now”, TJ paused, debating if he wanted to push or not. He decided he did and asked, “Who’s the guy?”

The girl glanced up in surprise before lowering her gaze to the ground. “Just a guy I met. We had been texting and I thought he liked me, but he’s dancing with that other girl.”

TJ watched the guy who had been staring at them. His attention was now more focused on the girl he was dancing with, but he did sneak the occasional glance up.

“What’s your name?”

“Ally.”

“Okay Ally, Imma tell you the secret everyone knows: guys are stupid. Straight guys even more so. Now, I honestly don’t know what’s going on in this guy’s head, but if you really want to date him, tell him. Say hey, I’m not going to play this game with you, if you want to date me than actually ask me out, but I’m not going to sit here while you dance with other girls.”

Ally nodded, seemingly encouraged. Then she started to walk forward.

“Hey hey hey”, TJ said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. “Not right now but like, tomorrow.”

Ally nodded again and leaned back against the wall. They stood there for a bit before TJ realized this was stupid.

“Come on”, he said, putting his still-full drink down and grabbing her hand. He made his way to where his friends and boyfriend were dancing. They looked up as he got closer, casting curious glances over his shoulder at Ally.

“Guys, this is Ally, she’s gonna hang with us for a while”, TJ introduced. “Ally these are my friends Buffy and Marty and this is my boyfriend Cyrus.”

They group exchanged pleasantries and TJ left Ally with Marty and Buffy, sure they would be fine. He went over and wrapped his arms around Cyrus’s waist, his boyfriend’s arms instinctively coming up around his neck. TJ burrowed his head into the crook of his neck.

“I really hate parties”, TJ grumbled against the brunette’s skin. He felt his laugh as well as heard it.

“I know”, Cyrus said. “I do, too. But we can’t stay in the dorm all day.”

TJ gave him a dubious look and he giggled again.

“Alright, so maybe we could”, he conceded. “But you know that Amber would’ve dragged you out to one once she gets her if she heard you hadn’t been to one yet.”

TJ shook his head, knowing that’s exactly what his older sister would do. A slower song came on and TJ drew Cyrus closer to his chest as they began to sway. Cyrus layers his head against TJ’s chest and started to hum along to the song. There were definitely worse things than a party with Cyrus, TJ decided.

#andi mack #tyrus #tyrus week #fic

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heart-eyes-kippen · 6 years ago

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The things you miss

Hi! It’s been a hot sec since I’ve posted a drabble on here so here ya go!!

Marty thinks TJ and Buffy are flirting. TJ has to inform him that he’s very much taken by someone else. [this has been in my notes for a while, so costume day doesn’t take place in this.]

The squeaking sounds of sneakers against the hardwood floor filled the gym as Buffy came to an abrupt halt. They had been going for about half an hour now, and it was very apparent in the flush that was currently colouring her face. It didn’t help that the day had been a particularly hot one.

“How much time is there, Marty?” she panted, still bouncing the basketball.

“10 seconds,” he informed her, watching with a slight smile as panic flitted over her face.

TJ, who had caught up to her by now, began to smirk slightly. “What’s the matter, Driscoll? Scared of tying with me?”

She turned back around, arching an amused eyebrow. “I’m not tying with you,” she told him, her prior confidence back in full swing.

With that, Buffy took off down the court, dribbling the basketball as she went. TJ was right on her tail, ready to surge forward and defend.

She paused for a split second, glancing back over her shoulder, before rushing forward and shooting. TJ jumped up, but his fingers only grazed the ball as it streaked through the air.

Just as the ball was about to fall perfectly through the hoop, Marty yelled “Time!” and the game was over.

TJ’s worried expression smoothed out into a grin, and he waltzed up to the Buffy with a hand out-stretched.

“Good game, slayer. It’s a shame you couldn’t beat me.”

The girl just rolled her eyes, begrudgingly accepting the handshake. “I was one second away from winning and you know it.”

“I do. But I also know that you didn’t win.”

“Yeah?” she said, her eyes narrowed. “Well, I demand a rematch. Tomorrow.”

As they made their way over to Marty, TJ playfully knocked into her. Since becoming friends, Buffy’s jabs at him had lost a considerable amount of heat, and he found himself enjoying the back-and-forths they constantly shared.

“Tomorrow, huh? Someone’s eager to lose,” he teased.

Buffy scoffed. “Very funny. Especially considering that you’ve never beat me before.”

TJ grinned. “I’ve never tied with you before either but I think today’s proven that anything is possible.”

Marty observed the pair closely as they reached him, his eyes narrowed sceptically. His gaze flickered down to the non-existent space between TJ and Buffy for a brief moment, but it seemed to be missed by both of them.

“Good game guys!”

He was trying for enthusiasm, but he fell short drastically.

Buffy didn’t seem to notice though, because she gave him a beaming smile. “Thanks. Even though I definitely should’ve won.”

“We tied fair and square, Driscoll.”

“Only by a second, Kippen,” she countered.

Marty pursed his lips at the exchange, not even trying to hide the unimpressed look on his face.

Buffy paused for a moment, glancing between the two, before smiling again and grabbing her bag. “I’m gonna go get changed, I’ll be right back.”

As soon as the sound of her footsteps had faded, Marty turned to TJ, his arms folded tightly against his chest. “So,” he began.

The other boy was quick to pick up on the sudden tension that had filled the air, and he found himself shifting uncomfortably under the weight of it.

“Uh - so?” he questioned, an eyebrow raised slightly.

Marty gave him a disbelieving look. “You and Buffy?” he supplied, as though it was obvious.

TJ almost wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of what Marty was suggesting. It was honestly surprising to him that his crush on Buffy seemed to have persisted for so long, but a part of him understood. Buffy was a scary enemy, but she was also a great friend, and the pair got along well despite their jabs at one another.

“What about us?” he ended up questioning, not being able to keep his tone from sounding playful.

“You know what I’m saying,” said Marty.

TJ raised his hands in mock surrender. “We’re just friends, dude.”

“Okay...but you like her, obviously,” Marty prodded.

That idea was so comical to TJ he couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I really don’t,” he said.

“You sure? That seemed like some pretty major flirting.”

TJ just shook his head, opening his mouth to put the boy out his misery and tell him that he was dating Cyrus. As if on cue though, the double doors were flung open and an over-excited Cyrus bounded inside, his hurried footsteps echoing about the gym as he rushed up to TJ.

TJ turned to face the boy, unable to keep a fond smile from tugging at his lips. When Cyrus reached him, he shoved the test he was holding into TJ’s hands and wrapped his arms around the taller boy’s waist.

He grinned as he flicked through it, forgetting for a brief moment that Marty was even there with them.

“Oh my god - you got an A! I knew you would!” TJ smiled, glowing with pride.

Marty’s eyebrows furrowed slightly with confusion. He watched in total bewilderment as TJ leant down to press a kiss to Cyrus’ cheek, before realisation visibly swept over his face.

“I’m pretty smitten with this one, so you don’t have to worry about me trying to date your crush,” TJ told him, beaming as he wrapped an arm around Cyrus.

A blush was beginning to creep onto Marty’s face now. “She’s not my-“

TJ cut him off with a look.

“Whatever,” he relented, smiling wide. “Sorry for assuming. I never imagined you two would be together, but you guys are cute. Does Buffy approve?”

“Buffy approves of whatever makes Cyrus happy,” came a voice from behind them.

TJ gave the girl an offended look as she walked up behind them and slung an arm over Cyrus’ shoulders.

“Talking in third person is my thing!” he accused.

“Then get a new thing!”

“Hey, hey, it can be both of your things.” Cyrus compromised.

TJ smiled and nodded in agreement, earning himself an incredulous look from Buffy. She mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘whipped’ under her breath, but the boy was too wrapped up to notice.

Marty smiled at the exchange, swapping an exasperated look with Buffy as TJ leant down and began pressing little kisses all over Cyrus’ face.

He had certainly missed a lot during his time away.

#reblogs are appreciated bc tumblr hates me and this might not show up in the tags!#tyrus #tyrus fanfic #tj x cyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #andi mack #my fics

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