#so his two closest people has got to be these two insane bastards

[tiefy]

mccoy always teases spock about keeping his feelings tucked away and not let them affect him (although we all know they do), and how it prevents him of living life to the fullest. spock has got to do it because he was treated as different all his life for being only half vulcan, so now he's gotta be at least two times more vulcan so other vulcans will start to consider him one of theirs, even though he will never be the same as them. but actually, mccoy himself keeps his heart guarded because his life is unbearable. he hates space, travelling in space, being in closed environments, he didn't even want to be a doctor, suffered a hard divorce and left a daughter behind. mccoy has got to guard his heart every minute of every day, cause otherwise he would suffer. mccoy teases spock for what he himself does every single day, because he knows you could live like that, but in his eyes it's so much better to experience life to the fullest, especially if what you do in life gives you joy and purpose. he doesn't want anyone to live like he has to if they have, in his eyes, a better alternative

[cyberdragoninfinity]

ok so multiple folks have been curious about dimensionswap AU fusion!yugo and like. What the Hell is Going On With Him so. here's a loose bit of a rundown of some of his. Things Going On 🙃 AMONG OTHER THINGS:

yeah so fusion!yugo is DEEPLY unsocialized animal. He, as is a running theme with the Fusion Dimension kids, is an atrociously lonely victim of the Academia War Cult, but with a dash of "Leo Akaba is scared of him and paranoid and has put extra effort into exerting his authority over him and keeping Yugo "contained."

(Leo actually tried to throw Yugo into the ocean when he was like 6 to kill him and it didn't work (Yugo's dragon saved him <3)

(Yugo doesn't remember that part though :[ )

He's spent most of his life being chronically ignored and kept away from other people, locked up in his dorm (or. cage. sometimes. 😬) or at the mercy of DA's questionable teaching staff. He's only really been allowed to 'play' with other kids if he's dueling them (especially when staff uses him as this sort of wild Academia boogeyman that students have to try to avoid in hunting game drills.) (there's a nonzero chance theyre kind of hoping he'll just get himself killed and save themselves a whole lot of trouble) Yugo doesn't really know how to interact with people beyond treating them like a game to win. He likes games. He's good at those!! :)

He's still got that sort of energetic competitive spirit and doofus blockhead energy of regular Yugo, but it's a lot quieter and toned down after years of..discipline from his teachers. There's also this sort of aggression and overconfidence to it. If he deems his opponent as not worth his time he'll barely give them his attention, ignoring them and fussing with his various games and puzzles instead. god fucking help you if fusion!yugo deems you 'boring' lol

he can see duel spirits and talks to his monsters <3 He considers them his closest friends.

in general his dragon's two main forms emulate two big elements of his character--Shattered Wing Fusion Dragon's wings are broken, and it can only drag itself across the ground to pursue opponents; Yugo's been 'grounded' by his circumstances and he's starting to chew his own leg off about it. He's going stir crazy. And then Shattered Wing's 'evolved' form, Perfect-Wing Fusion Dragon, has freaky radioactive uranium glass wings made of different mismatched chunks forcefully fused together--Yugo is kind of chasing perfection way more than he lets on; he thinks often if he was just a little Better, a Little More Perfect then maybe people will care about him. Maybe he can make DA properly proud. And he's willing to jam whatever square pegs into round holes he needs to to achieve it. He doesn't need anyone. He can do it all HIMSELF.

(fusing with the other yuboys is a terrifying prospect for him. to go from so so alone for so long to being absorbed into Never Being Alone Again. He never actually manages to absorb anyone himself but if he did it would probably be like Yuri in canon where the other yuboy just experiences complete ego death and Doesnt Exist Anymore.)

the shit that goes on in Fusion in this AU is a story for another time there's like 18 different things going on in there but Yugo does get the distinct good fortunate to get to kill Leo himself after the bastard tries to flee the arc reactor room and declan and the bgirls Get His Ass<3 W for yugo

postcanon dswap yugo makes me a little sicko insane he just makes me SAD. kid who still doesn't really know how to interact with people. kid who kind of isnt very sorry for any of the questionable shit he did (kid who cant even really wrap his head around how anything he did was 'wrong' anyway and is getting increasingly frustrated that people seem upset with him??! HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING :/) he ends up striking up a weird friendship with dennis as theyre the last two real 'soldiers of DA who dont know what to do with themselves now that the war is over and have trouble conceiving of themselves as "people." they hang out and play games and beat the shit out of each other like the world's dumbest fight club. do not get me started on them. <--*the only insane bitch invested in dennis and yugo friendship*

here's a baby fusion!yugo and shattered wing's card...he's been alone for a long time but thats ok. he has his friends in his deck :,) thats all he needs. he can take care of himself.

[raointean]

Yes! I agree with a lot of this! I wish there was a "They are as toxic as toxic can be without being straight up abusive" square because that's how I feel about them.

I like theme of entrapment for Eärendil and I think the logical beginning of that is being baby trapped.

One interpretation of their relationship that I like is that they started off as friends. Sometimes, I like to leave it there and let them be platonic life partners in a political marriage (which would probably end up as decently healthy). But sometimes, I like to take it a step further.

They are both peredhil, the same age, and the last heirs to their people (who all live in the same area). It's wartime. They could be killed at any moment. They NEED heirs as soon as could possibly be appropriate. For them not to marry would be INSANE!

Due to all this pressure, they start courting just to humor people. Well, one thing leads to another and at the end of the day, they're two overburdened teenagers/young adults with WAY too many hormones!

When Elwing finds out she's pregnant, she considers aborting. There's plenty of old wives tales and home remedies she could try so early on! But she's been queen since she was all but an infant. She KNOWS the political implications of this child, but she also knows about the scandal of being an unwed mother with a bastard child, even if she is a ruler.

She goes to Eärendil and basically guilt trips him into marrying her and then convinces the priest (officiator, marrying dude, whatever) to fudge the paperwork to say they got married years ago. When people start noticing her pregnancy, she just waves it off and says she and Eärendil were married AGES ago, they just didn't want to make a big fuss about it.

Elwing tries SO HARD to be excited for the baby (or babies, as she later learns), but she just can't. She's exhausted and busy and terrified and doesn't want to be a mom. Part of it is anxiety (she didn't grow up with a mother so how could she possibly be any good at it?) but a lot of it is just the fact that she doesn't want a baby and isn't ready to be a parent.

Eärendil is ANGRY! This change in their relationship has soured a precious friendship for him! He also doesn't want to be a father. He's young, adventurous, free spirited by nature, and does NOT want to be tied down to a family. So he leaves. He makes up the quest to go buy milk find the Valar as an excuse and leaves as often as he can.

After the Third Kinslaying is when they were the closest to actually being in love, I think. They had both suffered a tremendous loss (Elwing more than Eärendil. Sirion had been her WHOLE LIFE! It was HER responsibility and, therefore, her fault) and felt a vague sense of failure as parents. Eärendil's quest became real and they succeeded! Yay!

Because he thought their relationship was on the mend, Eärendil chose the life of the Eldar as a HUGE gesture of goodwill... that Elwing doesn't return in kind. Adulty relationship issues happen and they separate.

I honestly think Eärendil LOVES flying his star-ship because it's the closest to the mannish afterlife he can get. Maybe mortal souls hang out in the void and he can talk to them?

Anyway, I digress. However, their relationship and how they felt about having kids originally has FASCINATING implications for meeting Elrond in the fourth age! With this whole setup, I think it's entirely possible that they MIGHT not want anything to do with him!

That, of course, would be a massive blow to his self-esteem. Not earth shatteringly devastating like it might have been in the first, second, and maybe even early third age, but it definitely hurts.

A rejection of his parents might also affect how he relates to his extended family as well! Elrond could get to know them while just ignoring the topic of his parents OR he could leave them be entirely.

That would push him closer to the Fëanorian side of the family (depending on your headcanons about their reincarnation) and I need a reality TV show about that YESTERDAY! 🤣

Elwing and Eärendil? I have Thoughts about them and now I wonder what yours are

Oh boy you got me 😔

I know this is a really uh…controversial take, but I don’t ship them. Everything about them smacks of imprisonment. Like get a divorce already.

I think they got married way too young way too fast and that actually neither of them enjoyed being married, and Eärendil didn’t enjoy being a father and Elwing didn’t enjoy being a mother. Eärendil is constantly gone (????) and wanted to make the choice of Men, but Elwing talked him into making the choice to be counted amount the Eldar (entrapment) which then leads to him having his heroic big moment against the dragon only to be essentially imprisoned for the rest of his life as a star (entrapment). Like not to discount how cool they were for sailing to Valinor & petitioning for aid, and Elwing’s sacrifice to jump into the ocean with the Silmaril — but they both read as sort of an antithesis to Beren and Lúthien for me. Beren and Lúthien chose their destinies and went to them gladly. Eärendil seems to rage against his for his entire life only to be trapped by it in the end, and Elwing is a tragic victim of her birthright as heir to Doriath, a child monarch who is crowned before she’s old enough to understand what that kind of responsibility even means who “dies” well before her time, just as Dior did. These two are drenched in tragedy.

But like, not in a fun way IMO? I think Eärendil really resented Elwing for the Choice they both made and it really feels like he never wanted to be around at all, for the amount that he’s just not present in the narrative of Sirion — in theory he ought to be father and king consort — and also ought to be a ruler in his own right over the refugees from Gondolin. He’s heir to Gondolin after all. And he has two heirs of his own to raise. Instead he’s Eärendil the mariner and it feels to me like he just shirks all that responsibility because he craves freedom. He’s the classic runaway price archetype who does the Big Hero Things…but at what cost? Tolkien makes it clear in characters like Eowyn that the Big Damn Hero Thing is not really the ideal which he lauds. Better to live a quiet life than to yearn for a vainglorious death (again…Earendil’s fight against the dragon feels almost…suicidal to me? On the one hand it’s cool. On the other hand it resulted in the drowning of beleriand. It’s like Eärendil wanted to be the subject of songs and tales, always wanted to burn out fast and bright. Etc etc. and then he’s left in stasis with the Silmaril in the sky…)

I’m rambling oh my god, in any case I dislike both of them and I especially dislike them together. They feel to me like those couples who were really cute in high school but then got married before their brains were done developing, had kids too early, and now Dad is Always Working and Mom has postpartum depression and a wine problem and you just wish they’d get a divorce already but they won’t because they’re both too unpleasant and stubborn to do so. I don’t think either of them were ready or equipped to be parents and while I am grateful that they got married & had kids so then we get Elrond and Elros, I don’t think it was good for them and they would have been way better off apart.

[luckspren]

Finished Before They Are Hanged

Thoughts under the cut:

So the Union seems fucked. With war on two fronts and an unstable government I have trouble seeing how all these conflicts could possibly be resolved in just one book. But so far Abercrombie hasn't let me down and I suppose there are more books in the First Law world, so even if not everything gets wrapped up in a neat little bow by the end, there is a chance that these larger conflicts continue on in those other books

I still can't get a grasp on Bayaz. Everything we know about the history of Juvens, his brothers and the Magi is filtered through him and I don't trust that at all. But it is so hard to guess at whether he actually has good intentions with questionable methods or if he's just a liar and a villain who doesn't show his true colours yet. It really does seem like we don't know the whole story yet and while Khalul and his Eaters certainly scream "evil!!" and have to be dealt with in some way, I'm not sure if Bayaz is actually any better. His plan to break the first law certainly seems like something that could backfire spectacularly, regardless of what his true intentions are... although I'm not quite sure if he can break it at all, now that the seed was apparently just a stone (that twist is also something I'm a little conflicted on... i don't know if i take it at face value)

Also what is up with Quai? He's also suddenly acting very weird and suspicious and the belligerent tension between him and Bayaz makes me wary of both of them. Does he know something that the reader doesn't?

Logen really was the heart of the group. He had so many great little moments that I loved. Like when he boasted how stealthy he is and then immediately fell noisily over the wall or when he tried to comfort Jezal by telling him how his injury would make him a named man in the North and then came up with all those horrible names that didn't help at all. I really enjoyed that friendship and I am a little sad that they probably part ways in the next book.

I did not expect his relationship with Ferro to turn romantic though (if you can even call it that)... it was nice seeing them slowly opening up to each other, at least a little. They probably would both be better off if they just stayed together and turned their backs on old grudges, but the ending was more realistic.

I am happy that Logen will probably meet up with his old crew again and vice versa, but I am also really nervous because now I think he will fight the Feared.

also I do hope we get more explanation on the Bloody Nine... is it split personality? Or something like possession...maybe somehow connected to his ability to see spirits?

With Ferro I have no idea where she will go exactly. I can't really imagine her just going back to Gurkhul... that would probably just be a lot of killing until she gets captured and that is definitely something I don't want to see. But she was closest to Logen and I also can't see her joining him in the North, if their last scene is anything to go by. So I have no idea where her story goes in the next one. Maybe Yulwei comes back?

It's actually Ferro who is descended from Euz and not Jezal. So we have an explanation for her abilities,...but it begs the question again, why on earth Jezal was even part of the quest. Maybe I'm going insane, but it seems to me that Bayaz is kinda priming Jezal of all people for some leadership role?? Like Jezal gets all the speeches about old emperors and what made them great and then there's the comment about how his new scar will serve nicely. I thought I was reading into it, but now both princes are conveniently dead and maybe the King mistaking him for his son in TBI was foreshadowing?? That doesn't explain the why Jezal though.

Glokta mentions possible bastard children of the King (and someone coming in at the last minute and getting elected as a compromise) and it just makes me wonder. Like Jezal said before that he got all the good looks in his family. Could be just arrogance or maybe he actually looks different because his father isn't his biological father? Now I'm probably reaching, but who knows. I just need some kind of explanation why Bayaz had Jezal picked out beforehand (also now that I think about it, what happened to Sulfur??)

Jezal did get some nice character development in this book and all it took was for him to get horrifically injured (not gonna lie, when he wakes up and you mostly get the dialogue of the others while Ferro stitches his face back together...for some reason that made me more queasy than a lot of the on page violence). It was really satisfying to see his realization of how useless he really is, how he's never done anything selfless in his life and how he would be dead without these people that he looked down upon. I do like his resolve to be a better man...but he also seems like a prime candidate to fall back into his old ways once he is back in Adua. Especially if his plans for a quiet life fall through...like I'm not sure if Ardee would just immediately agree to marry him. I have real trouble to predict the non-pov-characters in this series (which makes it so intriguing)... obviously i do hope that his character development sticks in the end (even if he takes a step back on the way)

Gloktas inner monologue continues to shine and his storyline really showed how intelligent and resourceful he is. Sult basically gave him an impossible task and I think that also helps the reader sympathize with him, even when he tortures people he knows are innocent etc. ...like there's this undercurrent that he also doesn't have much of a choice, even though he doesn't seem to be particularly bothered by the things he has to do. And he does have his merciful moments here. Glokta is aware how he's just a pawn for Sult and I am incredibly interested how the bank loan will come back to bite him in the next book. He might get stuck between a rock and a hard place because I don't think the interest of the Inquisition and the interest of the bank will necessarily align? I do hope that he does his own thing and actually keeps on investigating the murder of the prince (covertly of course)

West killing Ladisla was so fucking satisfying. My god. I went from being horrified about West biting that one guys face off to cheering him on in like three pages. Furious is definitely a fitting name for him.

Threetrees death did make me more sad than I expected. I think it's when Grim delivers his little speech that really got me. It's the trope of the quiet one speaking up in an emotional moment that just hits right.

I am legitimately nervous about Last Argument Of Kings. I hope it sticks the landing. I heard that the ending is at least somewhat controversial

[bluebloodsgurl]

Put the Gun Down

Characters: Jamie Reagan X Reader, Danny Reagan, Jackie Curatola, Gormley, Renzulli, Frank Reagan, Stevens (OC)

Word Count: 2000

Warning: Language?,  Angst, Violence, fluff end

A/N: This is the first of many fics. I am using #11 from the Random section on the Prompt list I posted a few days ago. It is in bold letters.

Feedback is always welcome. The Good and The Bad. Requests are also open.

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Your day started off like any other. Grab coffee, head into work, get your assignment and head out. The only difference today, Gormley was sticking you with a new partner. It wasn’t just a new partner, it was a new cop, a rookie. You weren’t particularly happy about it.

“Seriously Sergeant, you’re sticking me with the newbie. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you don’t have a partner for the next couple of weeks remember. Holman is on vacation and I can’t have you running around on your own.” Gormley quickly retorted.

“You could, you’re just choosing not to.”

“No, I’m not Y/l/n. Everyone has to have a partner when out on patrol. Now get out of here and do your job.”

“Fine.” You open the door to his office. “You and I both know that I would work better on my own than with a rookie.” With that you walked out and closed the door a little louder than you wanted to.

“What’s wrong with you?” Danny looked back at you from his desk.

“Oh nothing, everything is just peachy.” You put on the fakest smile you could. “I get a new partner because Holman decided to take a 2-week vacation.”

“It can’t be that bad. We all have had to get new partners before.”

“Yeah, well I would rather have a partner with experience and not a rookie fresh out of the academy.” You started walking towards the locker room to find your new partner.

“Have fun!” Danny yelled across the precinct, earning a birdie being flipped at him.

“Ya know one of these days she’s going to hit you over the head with something.” Jackie said while she let out a small laugh.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t already.”

When you got close to the locker room, you saw a guy standing just outside the door. He looked nervous, he kept adjusting his cap. You stopped a few feet away from him, just watching to see what he was going to do. After a few minutes he finally looked up at you.

“Sorry, Are you Officer Y/LN?”

“Yes… You must be Stevens.” You held your hand out to him, he shook it.

“Nice to meet you.” He looked slightly more nervous than before.

“Dude you need to lighten up.”

“Sorry. First day jitters I guess.”

“That’s fine but I need to know that you’re good before we walk out those doors. If not, we need to talk to Gormley because if we are in a situation and you’re not ready for, it can go bad quickly. I have seen it happen before.”

“I’m good.” He took in a deep breath and exhaled. He did look a little bit more relaxed, but you were still unsure about all of this.

Towards the end of your tour, you had gotten a call from dispatch for a domestic disturbance. There were a few people arguing on the street. There was a group forming near the two men. As you pulled up, you could see that it was going to start escalating. You told Stevens to radio for back-up as you got out of the car. Once you were out the guys started fighting. You ran over to them, leaving Stevens behind. Only you didn’t realize that he didn’t request back-up, he got out to help you instead.

One of the men had the other on the ground, just punching the shit out of him. You were able to pull the guy off of him and handing him over to Stevens. He had taken him, and had him pressed up against the squad car. You went to help the man on the ground. You called for an ambulance.

“Sir, can you hear me?”

“yes.” He was moving around and yelling in pain.

“what’s your name Hun?”

“Jared… Jared Peterson.”

“Good Jared, I need you to stay still, while I look at you, okay?”

“Okay.”

You were and EMT before you became a cop. You figured it would help you on the job. He didn’t completely stop moving, but it was enough to let you look at his face. You were wondering where your back-up was. You started hearing arguing behind you. you looked over to see Stevens struggling to get the man in hand cuffs.  You quickly got up and started over to them. You were about six feet away from them when the man slipped his wrist out of Stevens hand and elbow him in the gut. It sent him back a few steps, which gave the man enough time to swing and punch him, Stevens went down pretty hard. You grabbed your radio as you ran over to them. You noticed Stevens not moving to get up.

“10-13 Officer Down, I repeat 10-13.” What you weren’t expecting was for the guy to pull a gun on you. You stopped in your tracks. “10-32.” You let go of the radio and put your hand up, you left the other just hovering by your gun.

“Shut up!” The man started walking towards you.

The crowd started freaking out. Some started running away, a few were on the phone calling 911 the rest were too scared to move. You could see his eyes weren’t even on you. You slowly started backing up to the man on the ground. You stopped right in front of him.

“Sir, I need you to put the gun down.” You were trying to stay as calm as you possibly could. “Don’t do something that you will regret.”

“I won’t regret this, now get out of my way!”

You still stood there, not moving. You could hear the sirens going off, slowly getting louder.

He cocked his gun and pointed it at you. “I said get out of my way, the bastard deserves it.”

“I can’t do that.” You could see Jamie and Renzulli coming up on one side and 2 others coming up on the other side. One of them went over to check on Stevens.

The man was looking around now he could see all the guns pointed at him. He quickly grabbed you, using you as a shield. He had his arm around your neck, with his hand grabbing onto the collar of your shirt and the gun to your head.

“Woah, drop the gun buddy.” Jamie was the first one to speak, he and Renzulli were the closest ones to you.

“Move any closer and I’ll shoot her.” Jamie stopped immediately.

“Okay, take it easy. Put the gun down and we can talk about this.”

“No, the second I do you will arrest me, and he gets away.”

“What did he do?”

“He’s been sleeping with my wife, now she’s leaving me for him.”

“That doesn’t mean he deserves to die.” You stupidly opened your mouth. Instantly regretting it as the words left your mouth.

“I told you to shut up.” You felt his grip get tighter on your throat, causing you to grunt.

“Ease up on her, your choaking her!” Renzulli yelled at him, he let up just enough for you to catch your breath.

He slowly started moving backwards, you tried to keep yourself planted but he was too strong. There was also the fact that if you didn’t move, he would end up choaking you. You felt the gun slightly lift up from your head. You looked directly at Jamie; you could see the worry in your boyfriends’ eyes.

It’ll be okay. You mouth to him. You could see a shift in him, you see him shake his head slightly.

You just closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing. You were about to do something stupid, but you don’t know what this guy was going to do. If you were going to get shot it was going to be on your own terms.

The next few seconds went by in a flash.

You reached up, pushing the barrel of the gun up. You tilted your head away just in case he pulled the trigger. When he didn’t, your hand grabbed the gun holding it above you. Then you picked up your foot to kick him in the shin. While you brought your elbow up to ram it back into his gut. You pulled your gun out of its holster. He let go of you to grab his stomach, he still had his hand on the gun. You swung around to face him. He pulled his arm down bringing the gun and your hand down to shoulder level. When he got it down, you felt his index finger slip out from under your hand to the trigger. Before you could even attempt to move your finger to the safety, he pulled the trigger.

You let go of the gun and started falling to the ground. You pointed your gun at him and shot the man in the chest two times before hitting the ground. You fell onto your back; the man fell back as well.

“Y/N!” you could hear Jamie yelling.

Next thing you see is Jamie kneeling next to you. You were trying to block out the pain, as Jamie put pressure on your shoulder.

“You’re insane.” You could see the tears forming in his eyes.

“You love me.” You looked him in the eyes and smiled.

“Not right now I don’t.”

“Yeah right.” You brought your hand up and put it on top of his.

“Get that ambulance over here.” He yelled to the EMTs that were onsite.

You were transported to the hospital, and immediately taken into surgery. Jamie had a few hours left on his shift, but when he got off, he went to the hospital to wait for you. When he arrived, he saw his father there.

“Jamie.” He stood up from his seat and walked over to his son.

“How is she doing?”

“She’s still in surgery. They said it should be any minute now.” He put a hand on his shoulder and walked him over to the chairs.

A few minutes later Danny came through the doors with coffee. He handed each of them a coffee before sitting down.

“How are you doing kid?”

“I’m fine.” He looked down at his coffee, just trying to avoid eye contact with his brother.

“Oh really, because if I saw my girlfriend get shot in front of me, I would be pretty upset, pissed off even.”

Jamie got up and walked away from them, he didn’t want to do this right now. He just wanted you.

“Commissioner.” A doctor came out into the waiting room, all three men walked up to the doctor. “She’s out of surgery, she’s just resting, but you can go see her now.”

“Thank you.” Frank said as he followed the doctor to your room. Danny and Jamie were close behind him.

When the door to your room opened, you instantly tried to sit up once you saw Frank.

“Commissioner Reagan.”

“Relax Y/n.” You laid back but not all the way down. “How are you?”

“I’ve had worse hits, so I guess I’m doing okay.”

After that Frank started asking about what had happened, you told him everything. That’s when he informed you that Stevens never radioed for back-up. You were pissed off at that point. You knew something was going to go wrong. After a few hours Danny and Frank left, so it was just you and Jamie.

“You’re crazy, ya’know that.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You just smiled at him.

“It can be when things like today happen.”

“I’m fine Jamie. Come here.”

You scooted over and patted the bed next to you. Jamie laid down with you, being extra careful to not move the bed too much. You moved into him, he wrapped one arm around you just to keep you close to him. Your head was on his other arm. He kissed you on the top of your head.

“I love you, Jamie.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Eventually, both of you fell asleep.

[ruby-whistler]

The "redemption questionnaire" - the survey results.

Hello! Welcome back to the results of this survey, which is now closed - I really didn’t expect this amount of interest and am thankful for the ability to collect this much data on the subject.

Now, the reason I made this survey in the first place was this post crossing my dash. It talks about people wanting to see characters or people who they dislike suffer, even if healing is completely possible or even the better option - it’s about people denying that there is such a thing as bad people “deserving” things that we humans need to function, such as being loved.

This post talks about fictional characters, but despite that fact, it made me lose my faith in humanity just a bit. I am a pretty cynical person, but I also consider myself quite empathetic to existing and fictional people alike.

So, I got curious, and wondered - in the Dream SMP fandom specifically, is there a way to get input as to what people actually think about the issue of redemption?

[ tw for brief mentions of torture and abuse ]

So, the goal of the survey was get information to answer certain questions;

Do people think that some characters shouldn’t be redeemed or are irredeemable because of their actions, however don’t hold this true for others?

Are there people, who despite disliking certain characters, still believe that they deserve healing?

Would people want characters to suffer or even die for their actions rather than heal and be happy?

Do people think certain characters in the story don’t deserve to be happy?

Now, I did get some responses that were asking to include or exclude certain characters from the main three (Quackity, Dream and Wilbur - all names are talking about the characters only), however there was a very specific reason I chose these people.

Quackity and Dream have both done actions that have similar weight, while Wilbur serves as an outlier; someone who hurt people in more indirect, but still impactful ways. All three of them have been hurt - Wilbur mostly by Eret’s betrayal, Quackity by Schlatt and others, and Dream by Sam and Quackity. All three have contributed to a toxic and harmful environment, which in turn hurt them back even more and drove them deeper into becoming destructive.

Such a comparison between them would test the fandom’s ability to separate their feelings from in-story morality, as well as bring double standards to light.

Let’s see the demographic part of the survey first, as to see what we are working with;

Of the 390 people partaking in the survey, 44.9% like the direction the Dream SMP plot is heading at the moment, 3% do not and 52.1% are not sure.

Of the characters whose redemption arcs are most anticipated, 71% of participants are expecting a BadBoyHalo or Eggpire redemption arc, Niki/Jack and Wilbur coming close in second and third with 59.2% and 51.8% respectively. As for the main trio of this survey, Quackity lands with 28.2%, Dream with 43.3% and Wilbur with 51.8% of participants thinking a redemption arc for them is likely in the near future.

I would like to express right now that the characters included in the “possible redemption” section do not in any way, shape or form reflect on what I personally think about the characters. I don’t think certain characters need a redemption arc, however I left in the option in order to let people pick it if they wish to do so.

As for the healing arc question, quite understandably, Tommy and Tubbo are the characters most expected to get a healing arc in the upcoming storylines, sitting at 76.2% of participants. Niki and/or Jack come in second with 62.1%, and Quackity, Wilbur and Dream land at 25.4%, 45.9% and 42.8% respectively.

For the aforementioned questions, 3.6% or participants thought none of the Dream SMP characters would get a redemption arc, and 5.4% thought none of them would heal - and with the track record the story has so far, I honestly cannot blame them.

Now we move more towards the main trio;

48.7% of participants have positive feelings towards Quackity’s character, and 23.1% have negative ones. The majority of the participants (66.2%) think that his actions are intentional and hurtful, but interestingly enough, only 25.4% say they find them inexcusable and awful.

For c!Dream, 51.5% feel positively towards him and 35.7% do negatively. Luckily, 53.8% find his actions inexcusable and awful, while 40.3% find them intentional and hurtful.

c!Wilbur breaks the trend with 58.7% of people feeling positively towards the character and only 17.2% feeling negatively, however such a discrepancy can be expected when we compare his actions (found 65.1% of the time to be intentional and hurtful).

I want to preface this next section by saying that I have nothing against people who find redemption arcs unappealing, or wouldn’t find them narratively appealing in the specific story. These answers will be counted as merely neutral ground in the upcoming questions; you are completely valid if you think certain character arcs would not fit the themes or style of storytelling, or if you want bad people to stay bad for the sake of conflict.

However, 79.5% of people find well-done redemption and healing very appealing within the story, and 19% like it for certain stories and characters, so this shouldn’t impact the results on a large scale.

1. Do people think that some characters shouldn’t be redeemed or are irredeemable because of their actions, however don’t hold this true for others?

People’s reasoning for not wanting characters to heal varies, however the contrast between c!Quackity and c!Dream in this scenario is very intriguing.

Despite the two having done comparably disgusting things, one with more and one with less selfish reasons but neither excusable, both classifying under abuse, the people who think c!Dream shouldn’t get a redemption arc (9.7%) because of his actions greatly overshadow the people who think c!Quackity doesn’t deserve a redemption arc (1%) because of his actions. Hell, even c!Wilbur’s percentage is higher, sitting at 2.1%.

This is extremely surprising considering the demographic - and seems to hint at the fact that people who think positively of c!Dream are far more likely to think that c!Q and c!Wil deserve redemption and healing (despite the common argument that both have hurt him greatly) than it is the other way around.

Even sending a bad message is a lot higher with c!Dream (30.5%), despite the fact that c!Quackity’s actions and him as a character could be similarly triggering, and he himself sits at 2.6% of participants. Of course, this question could be partially taken as what he went through in prison making him better, which would definitely be a bad message to send, but considering the percentage (42.1%) of people who don’t want Dream to be redeemed, that’s still insanely high.

Overall, people from a very balanced demographic of people who are positive and negative towards the three characters, only 52.6% want Dream redeemed as opposed to the 83.8% with Quackity and 86.7% with Wilbur - and the reasons given seem to be largely based on bias and double standard, or even hypocritical in context.

For the fandom, this question’s answer seems to be yes, although from the people who are c!Dream positive, this sort of thinking seems to be of a much lesser extent and amount towards characters they dislike.

2. Are there people, who despite disliking certain characters, still believe that they deserve healing?

Let’s look at some of the comments given to this answer;

“On the one hand I do want Dream to recognize that his actions have hurt people, but I really don’t want torture to have ‘made him better’ or for the people he hurt to have to forgive him.”

“as much as I hate c!quackity and dislike c!wilbur, I believe that evil is not something you are, its what you do and as such I think every person deserves to heal and grow.”

“Quackity is the closest - he's spiraled far, but we got to see some of what he could be as a more moral man. Dream's arc would be....incredibly difficult to pull off, and while everyone deserves a chance to change, not everyone who does is ever owed forgiveness. And Wilbur....I dont know what would make him want to get better, but I want him to.”

“I wouldn’t like some of these characters to get redeemed(c!Quackity), but I know everyone deserves a chance at redemption because no one is mentally stable and not traumatized.”

“bastard men. on a serious note ive noticed a lot of evil in dsmp come from the perpetuation of the cycle of revenge and punitive punishment and i think excluding someone from them would. just not be a good message. and yeah c!dreams motives and methods being seen in separate characters is just proof of this - nothing that made any of these men villains are unique to them, and they are all shit-infested holes other characters can fall in.”

“i think every character on the smp has done horrible things and is morally grey, but i think everyone deserves the chance and the ability to heal and try to be better.”

“listen, i love big q, and i know he doesn't mean it, Wilbur also deserves better (far from tommy tho, they're not good for each other rn) and dream can go f**k himself, the only "healing " Arc that would ever make sense is if he escapes the prison and f**ks off to the middle of nowhere (wich is unlikely)”

“Even if I don't like some of the characters they deserve a chance at healing and moving on”

“Controversial opinion but Wilbur has been pretty shady from the start, so a redemption/healing arc just wouldn't make sense to me. He antagonized Dream to sell drugs.”

“i would like to qualify all my answers towards redemption as that they are /all/ allowed to get better, just not necessarily near those they've hurt. those they've hurt are under no obligation to forgive them or be involved in that.”

“REDEMPTION IS POG F**K IT EVERYONE GETS REDEEMED THE ONLY BIG BAD THAT EXISTS IS SYSTEMIC”

“Clarifying about my wilbur answers. A character can only get a redemption if he wants to change. Wilbur doesn’t want to change. I still think he deserves to heal but not to be redeemed. Those are two very seperate things”

“PLEASE JUST LET THEM GET HELP. ALL OF THEM.”

“i'm at sort of an impasse with c!quackity & c!wilbur. i don't like c!quackity in the slightest. i think he has great potential for a redemption arc, but i probably wouldn't be interested in watching it. on the other hand, with c!wilbur, i actually would watch his redemption arc, but i don't see it happening any time soon.”

“I answered " he deserves to heal and get better despite the actions he's commited; everyone deserves to heal and get better " for c!Wilbur but I partially Disagree with the "Everyone deserves to heal and get better" part. simply because some characters are irredeamable eg : c!dream”

“If c!Wilbur gets a redemption arc (I hope he does) I really hope it comes with learning that ethnostates and nationalism are not poggers. I'd be worried about the message it would send if he didn't learn that & it only focused on interpersonal stuff instead.”

“maybe a bit weird that i want c!dream to have a redemption arc but not c!q or c!wilbur, but hear me out. c!dream is being tortured in pandoras vault and we all know (no matter what the c!dream antis say) no one deserves torture. we have something to sympathize with with c!dream. with c!q and c!wilbur, i cant think of anything to sympathize with …. im not trying to say that c!dream is better than them, or that he didnt do bad things, but i sympathize with him much more than i do with c!q and c!wilbur because q and wilbur caused their own problems while a lot of dreams problems come from other people”

“We have both seen Wilbur and Quackity be relatively good people, or at the very least morally Gray people who had genuine love and care to those close to them. While with Dream we have never seen that, as he has always been focused on chaos, fun, and power.”

“I just want everyone to be happy and get along. C!Wilbur to get his problems fixed. C!Quackity to be happy and not have to worry about being the next c!Schlatt. C!Dream to finally tell us his side of the story and potentially join the syndicate?”

“Redemption isnt something any one can say is deserved or not”

“For me the main difference is thay wilbur and quackity (although having done bad things) did them out of grief or bc they felt like it was the only thing they could do for a sense of security (both after they lost something important to them). Dream on the other hand went out of his way and hurt others maliciously when he DIDNT have to or there were other less horrible/long-lasting actions he could done”

“The message that some people dont deserve to learn and grow from their past mistakes is harmful”

“listen.. i really hate c!quackity and c!wilbur right now so.. erm..in emotionally, i don't want them to have redemption arc because i hate them..BUT by using my brain i know that is a stupid excuse, everyone deserve redemption so..yeah sorry if it confusing you but honestly..the reason i hate them so much is probably because of the arc they on so..give them time and i think i will say i welcome their redemption arc with an open arm”

“i answered twice for dream because i have mixed feelings, while i think he is an atrocious person, i believe personally that forgoing forgiveness from others, he deserves to be happy and healthy and heal. hes clearly got issues of his own, and while it doesnt excuse his actions he also deserves the basic right to heal”

“I personally regard redemption as the act of simply becoming a better person, seperate from whether or not they are accepted or forgiven by their victims. With that definition, I think there is no being "deserving" of a redemption arc, it's something that everyone is entitled to if they chose to. Therefore, everyone, and I mean everyone, in as something as morally gray as the Dream SMP is capable of becoming a better person. It doesn't mean they get rewarded or forgiven for it, it just means they are capable of change and are able to fulfil character potential beyond being a villain.”

It seems to me like there definitely are a lot of people in each side of the spectrum, so this test seems to have come back positive; however, there are more questions that we have yet to answer.

3. Would people want characters to suffer or even die for their actions rather than heal and be happy?

Here is probably a good place to mention this questionnaire was more of a psychological experiment than a survey. Most of the answers were specifically designed and in such an order that would get your mind thinking about certain things before shoving your psyche into a difficult question.

Well, here comes the moment of truth; what sort of redemption arc do people prefer? Would they rather the character get better and reap the “rewards” (which are actually simply things every human being needs and deserves; love and happiness), atone for their actions but not get to be happy, or would they like them to suffer or be punished instead? Do people really treat basic human needs as “rewards” for being a good person; or are they only reserved for characters that were never bad people in the first place? Remember; all of these characters have inarguably gone through pain during their life. Just how much do people enjoy punitive justice, and should I literally just stick to my corner of the fandom for my own good?

The answer probably won’t surprise you!

Starting off, 82.8% want a happy or neutral ending for Quackity, 59.4% of which think he should experience good things in the end. 54.4% of participants want a happy or neutral ending for Dream, 62.7% of which think it should lead to him being happy and loved. 89.2% of people want a happy or neutral ending for Wilbur, 49.4% of which lean towards happiness over closure.

17.2% of participants would prefer Quackity to experience pain as part of his redemption arc. 8.5% want him to be mentally tormented by the weight of his own actions, and 5.6% think he should be punished before being allowed to get better.

For Dream, these percentages are way higher- and here is the funny thing, I thought that pretty much no one would say he should suffer before healing, because he’s already suffering for his actions indirectly by being abused by people who hate him for them. However, 7.2% of people think he has yet to be punished enough for his crimes in order to deserve being redeemed. 21.5% want him to suffer under the weight of his own actions, and 6.9% would want him to die instead of getting a happy ending. Overall, 45.6% would prefer a redemption arc for Dream in which he is subjected to pain or punishment.

10.8% of participants would want Wilbur to have a more difficult character arc, with the percentages pretty evenly divided between the options.

4. Do people think certain characters in the story don’t deserve to be happy?

“Deserving” basic human needs, or not deserving them for being bad people/being bad people in the past, is something I don’t personally agree with, however this is tumblr, not thought police, so let’s just look at the survey results.

While 68.5% of participants believe all of the characters in the story deserve to be loved and happy, only 66.2% think Wilbur does, 61.5% think Quackity does, and 38.5% think Dream does.

Let’s look at some closing thoughts on the subject as a closing note;

“I want everyone to have a sort of personal redemption. Where they realize they have hurt people. But I think it’s difficult. I mean Dream abused a child. Quackity tortured Dream relentlessly. I think the redemption arc that is the easiest is one for Wilbur because of cc!wilburs acting and emphasis on his characters mental health. But I think Wilburs also done so much f**ked up shit too. I think it’s difficult. I just think the redemption arcs are really really difficult.”

“i genuinely can't help myself, i want everyone to have the chance to be better.”

“i think that wilbur, quackity and sam should be redeemed because we as an audience know that they all believe they're doing the right thing and regret/didn't enjoy hurting people with their actions. but with c!dream, there's a lot more evidence that he knew what he was doing wrong and actively enjoyed doing it.”

“everybody deserves to heal. if someone wants to be better and strives to be better, who is anyone to deprive them of that?”

“I don’t like some of these characters and their actions, but everyone deserves a chance to heal. To work through their trauma.”

“dream doesn’t deserve shit, quackitys probably gonna keep riding the las nevadas train until it crashes and burns and wilbur should move on from being “the villain” and stop seeing everything as black and white”

“No one is beyond deserving help. That's not how the world works and that's not what the story should show in my opinion.”

“narratively, i want redemption and happy endings for all characters but morally, i really despise some of them and i'm also really conflicted about some of them as well”

“I want my faves to be better and I think it's the best possible option for everyone involved, even the characters they've hurt.”

“c!wilbur and c!quackity go to therapy. c!dream get hit by another train /hj”

“Hurt people hurt people. If given a chance to distance yourself from your victims and abusers, if given a safe environment with a support network of people you haven't formerly harmed, you can then heal and let the others heal. Live and let live, but living is harder for everyone when we don't give others the chances they need to grow and change themselves.”

“all of them deserve to find growth and happiness but under no circumstances are those who have been hurt by them obligated to be involved in any aspect of that arc. most obvious example- c!dream is allowed to grow and realize that what he's done is awful, but c!tommy is not obligated to forgive him or even be near him.”

“They can all improve and get better and be better people …. They all deserve a chance to be better and be happy. However. Wilbur and dream should get their "redemption" arcs away from esp. Tommy and all the other people they hurt. Big Q. should get his redemption arc away from Dream and stuff. If the prison was less focused on detainment and more focused on rehabilitation and then Dream had no contact with Tommy for example that's a scenario that I'd like.”

“is quackity actually considered a villain in this story? What has he done wrong lol Create a casino? be emotionally manipulated? have rejection sensitive dysphoria? I don't think he's a good person based on his current actions but i don't think hes a villain. I think he's trying hard to become something hes not. … I hate c!dream and I don't think he can ever get better. hes a manipulator gaslight gatekeep girlboss and i think he deserves to stay in prison and rot. watching the tommy exile arc would make me so angry that i had to stop watching.”

“i'm so CONFLICTED about this! i want the angst, but god the angst has been going on for a LONG time. honestly, i think the conclusion i would be happiest with would be for c!dream, c!quackity, c!sam, c!tommy, and c!wilbur to calm down, get some therapy, and stay VERY FAR AWAY FROM EACH OTHER. god damn, it's like they WANT to get more traumatized,,”

“the loathing i feel directed at c!dream specifically is so goddamn strong. my god i hate that guy. uhhh regarding quackity no i dont feel like he shouldnt feel ANY pain or anything hes done some f**ked up stuff but i mean..? with the exception of the torture hes the most redeemable guy up there for me which is probably because we have seen his entire downward spiral.”

“I have to admit that although I strongly believe no one on the Dream SMP deserves to be tormented and deprived of their healing and happiness, I feel really icky about c!Quackity. I really hope that the ccs find a way to make his redemption logical and satisfying to watch. If that is not the case, I will still welcome it with open arms, but secretly I will be a little bit salty about it.”

“For the last question bit there i wanted to check more then once because i want them all to feel guilty and tormented for what they have done.”

“Yknow.... basic human rights... to be happy and loved isn't something that should be deserved it should be something that everyone is allowed to obtain for themselves and it shouldn't be allowed it should just be…”

“While i think that all of the characters should the chance to get redemption and healing, I’d probably be less likely to watch redemption arcs from c!Quackity and c!Wilbur than c!Dream, just because I dislike them. Not to say that they shouldn’t get them, because I hope they do, I’m just more like to be going “Good for them” in the distance.”

“I JUST WANT THEM ALL TO BE HAPPY PLEASEEEEEEEE -dr3”

“for the final question it doesnt provide a none of the above option or a some of the characters but not all option. since I dont think c!Dream deserves to be happy and loved but I do the other two (to some degree) but answering "all of the characters .. " I feel Includes c!dream who I ultimately just really hate and want to have nothing but a fictional death!”

“therapy. therapy for everyone.”

“f**k c!dream <3 i honestly don’t think people who abuse kids (or anyone) for fun should ever be redeemed i think they should just rot in a hole somewhere”

“It would be hypocritical to say that one character deserves redemption more than another, especially considering they've all done (almost equally) horrible things. Either everyone deserves redemption, or no one does.”

Conclusion: in the end, this is all the ways in which we like to enjoy fiction. However, for some completely unrelated reason, I am now about 45.6% less likely to attempt to interact with anyone outside my immediate group of friends in the fandom.

Thank you for reading!

[quidfree]

just screamed over your fem todobaku it was endlessly entertaining and I’m sure to be rereading it every two weeks from now on... the way katsuki pieces things together and the absurd setting is everything I wanted and more TT!!! For prompts.. tdbk’s relationship in the eyes of their classmates? That moment in a prev fic where momo is like yeah I’m with jirou now 🤗n then tdrk goes oh me too but w bkg is forever embedded into my brain lmfaooo like what does everyone make of this insane pair

pftttttt glad it fulfilled your expectations anon i love writing half-serious todobaku pieces where they are still 50/50 strategic geniuses and emotional morons as per canon but the setting is increasingly absurd. i don't know what the context was for giant deku in that sketch but the visual was too good. date-crasher deku at it again.

as for ur prompt i do love the concept bc i live for third party pov content but i would find it v hard to get done in the prompt format bc 1) honestly a lot of the 1A students (etc) don’t have very defined personalities lol and 2) when it comes to those who do i have too much to say to do this in an hour. however i can give you some bulletpoint summaries of the BNOCs (and if you have any specific niche classmates whose take you want do let me know). with that being said...

kirishima: forever and always a supportive bestie and thus leader of the todobaku fanclub. i mean just read my fic yknow. 1000% called it on bakugous side first (and/or bakugou told him) and has been enthusiastically supportive ever since. hes a big ol romantic really and also unironically thinks todobaku is the manliest of pairings (and totally made for each other, bro!!) so hes beyond stoked when they do get together. hes one of their most comfy third wheels bc he and bakugou r very close and he and todoroki r also good friends so no one is like on uncomfortable/uneven footing and hes unfazed by the ups and downs of their relationship bc hes used to both of their antics. the secret-keeper.

i don’t have enough separate intel on the rest of the bakusquad but they’re 1) completely thrown by the revelation that after years of wheedling and trying to set bakugou up into surprise dates he is not in fact ‘work-sexual’, and to top this off is actually into todoroki of all people 2) obnoxiously supportive, as you would expect. secretly they’re all kind of defensive of bakugou’s fragile heart (citation needed) and so nervous about how the whole thing is gonna work out but when it becomes apparent todoroki does not have better sense they relax and just become excessively nosy. like to complain that bakugou and todoroki weren’t content dominating their year academically and professionally they also had to steal out 2 of the country’s most eligible bachelors, the selfish bastards.

camie: second leader of the todobaku fanclub, idc. clocks it ahead of literally anyone else in their friend group bc she just, like, got that vibe, you know? theres a multitude of equally blunt and inappropriate ways in which she addresses this vibe (calling them out in person when theyre years away from it, trying to not especially artfully orchestrate a get-together, etc) and they are all very unsuccessful. shes ‘lowkey mad bakugou stole her potential man’ but ‘finders keepers’ so once they’re past that she’s all for it since she correctly thinks they r freaks best suited to e/o and also honestly probably thinks bl is cute or something. todoroki and bakugou both endure her encouragement very long-sufferingly. big double dater energy.

yaoyorozu: not at all in the first to clock gang, bc honestly the idea she has of todoroki is still a lil idealized/inaccurate and certainly does not involve dating bakugou; the initial reveal is inevitably delivered very casually to her as she scrambles for a polite reaction. she’s kind of wary of the whole thing at face value but close scrutiny leads her to conclude they’re actually not-terrible together. upon reaching this conclusion she begins making earnest overtures towards a very confused bakugou bc she figures she may as well make the effort to get to know him better. i always hc her as having had a crush of some variety on todoroki at some point so theres probs a bit of wistfulness involved and also a far larger ‘nvm dodged that bullet’ energy bc todobaku r romantically a mess and a half. to her despair she is extremely weak to camie’s todobaku gossip.

uraraka: to everyone’s vague bewilderment, a secret todobaku stan from the get-go. you could say this is bc it leaves deku solidly open but honestly she just has similarly odd friendships with todoroki and bakugou and it’s like a persistent guilty thought of hers that they’re kind of well-suited somehow. she often tells todoroki he can do better just to wind bakugou up but would be the first to take bakugou’s side if he actually did. she really enjoys them together bc she finds somehow they’re easier to tease- it humanizes them both further to be weak to dumb emotions. she plays counsellor sometimes but like subtly bc she knows better than to give outright advice.

iida: completely blindsided by the information, also spends several months in the grips of insomnia convinced that both their friend group and japan are doomed given the inevitable dramatic breakup. then he spends a singular day hanging around them at work or something and realises that his imagined version of them as a couple was in fact completely off-base bc they’re just overly intense workaholics who are too single-focused to ever bother splitting up. also top 1 most likely friend to launch into a completely sincere defense of them and their relationship in response to like the laziest off-color paparazzi bait comment.

midoriya: where to begin honestly. he def gets weird vibes from them throughout the whole usual melodrama but 200% does not come to the right conclusions. when he finally gets the news broken to him (never gently) his brain breaks a little. it’s mainly the bakugou element bc kacchan is.. kacchan and like.. not necessarily fundamentally someone midoriya has ever imagined harboring human interest in another living person. also todoroki in a parallel way has always struck him as resoundingly disinterested in relationships mainly bc hes kind of above them. of course once he sets to theorising he can connect some dots to bakugous various jealousies over the years and also todorokis pretty open staring and wow he is not very good at connecting dots actually. anyways once he recovers from the shock i think theres a variety of ways in which he takes it bc honestly it is very weird that his best friend and his .. closest friend (?) who have always primarily interacted through or due to him now have this competing private relationship. regardless obv he is intensely supportive in like, the typical kind of overbearing midoriya way. i sometimes make it so its just one of those things that everyones cool with but also the details will always be something midoriya and bakugou do not want midoriya to know bc Awkward, vs other times i make him super cool w it to the extent that hes just overenthusiastic and todorokis all oh. sure. thanks :) while bakugou loses his shit. he does genuinely think they’re a really good fit upon reflexion, and since he’s best suited to knowing why he’s p much always correct in his assessments. its one of those things where each duo in the trio has the capacity of playing up the subject matter to the third party’s detriment, tho when todoroki is the third party he’s less embarrassed by bakudeku’s todobaku discourse and more enduring their various bizarre friendship rituals + the serious physical damage they usually precede.

also aizawa clocks them first and is like oh god please no this is going to take at least 5 years to implode and will age me 10 years in the process

[spaceseinensam]

BNHA Chapter 305/306 spoilers,

Be warned

Also longer post, sorry

Look, I'm as shocked as everybody else that the leaks for 306 show Deku straight up leaving Hero Academia™, that his classmates get a letter and nothing else, that this probably means we're getting a Deku centric arc now and also very likely a time skip that'll show the progress of Deku and 1-A (now hopefully with Shinsou in it) over their separated times, and believe me, I'm screaming.

But

At the end of Chapter 305, when Deku is still in the Mind Jedi Council of Former OFA Users©, after they tested Deku on his will, they turn around and are like "now let's show you what your other future quirks hold" and we get shown the two mysterious former users as close as we've never seen them before

Am I the only one excited about this??? Like BRUH, we made theories for months about these two and I know there was nothing big revealed about them (and probably won't be for a long time), but they're not just silhouettes anymore! Anyone?!

And now let's dive into them: the one on the right in the picture above is pretty much Bakugou. Like, there's no way around saying it, he just looks exactly like an older version of Bakugou, just look at his full body shots:

He even has the gauntlets, like guys, come on! Of course that doesn't mean he is Bakugou, or even the time travel adult version of Bakugou from my favorite bnha theory "BAK U GO", it just means that he is someone that very strongly resembles Bakugou, at least appearance wise (from the back), which holds potential for Deku seeing him as such and lots of drama. Though I personally would go absolutely crazy for future-past OFA holder Bakugou with a completely insane time travel plot, I'm also excited to see Horikoshi just lean into that resemblance, bc you can bet Deku notices that the former user looks like his childhood bully friend.

The other one is a bit more tricky. From the silhouettes a while back people deduced that it could potentially be Kirishima (which I was 10000% percent on board with bc EXCUSE ME BAKUGOU AND KIRISHIMA GO TIME TRAVELING HEYOOO) but now the body reveal™ of the user just added more confusion to the question of who he is/was/resembles and why he was kept as a shilouette as well.

His full body shot doesn't show any strong resemblance to anyone I could think of, he looks like a pretty average hero to be honest.

Another closeup of him during the chapter shows that the things on his shoulders people interpreted as Kirishima's wheel thingies back in shilouette only days, are actually tubes of some sort? Pipes maybe? Though that doesn't entirely destroy the theory of it potentially being Kirishima, it's a huge difference to what he looks like now.

Speaking of that: I know Horikoshi likes to be inconsistent with hair colors and BNHA characters are notorious for dying their hair to look different (looking at Dabi here), but look at the hair and hair colors on the two. The Bakugou resembling one basically has Bakugou's exact hair style, but it's colored with the grey tone Horikoshi usually uses for brown or other not-too-dark-haircolors, but not Bakugou's blonde, which is personally throwing me for a loop. The other former user on the other hand has no grey tone coloring on his hair, so it's most likely meant to be blonde or white or just a very light color in general. This could set in stone it's not Kirishima in any way, bc Kirishima has dyed red hair (usually represented through dark grey tones in the manga) or originally black hair, unless he super-bleached it before going time-traveling.

But overall, I'm just here breaking my head in two thinking of who the non-Bakugou-looking former user could be or resemble or represent. Why was he kept as a shilouette? We still don't know who they are at all, but at least for the Bakugou-looking one there are a few reasons why he was kept in shadows up to now, both on the side of the former users and storytelling-wise: strong resemblance to one of Deku's closest friends thus potential for Deku trusting him too much/trusting him not at all/Deku being scared and overthinking, potential of him being Bakugou in some way (BAK U GO theorists represent), just the general coolness of someone looking like Bakugou among the former users. But the other one? Someone with a spiky pony tail and little pipes on his shoulders? Someone with a headband? Who is he???

AND WHY ARE BOTH OF THEM FACING THE WALL LIKE NAUGHTY CHILDREN? THEIR CHAIRS ARE LITERALLY EMPTY, SO THEY GOT UP AND STOOD AGAINST THE WALL BEFORE DEKU CAME JUST TO BE DRAMATIC AND REVEAL THEMSELVES IN AN EPIC FASHION AND ALSO I WANT TO SEE THEIR FACES AND WHAT THEIR QUIRKS ARE, HORIKOSHI YOU BASTARD WHY DO YOU LIKE TO JUMP FROM CLIFFHANGER TO CLIFFHANGER SO MUCH?!? I NEED ANSWERS!!

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Psst, any Geto and Gojo headcanons?

I can't believe you'd encourage me like this anon, when I'm fucking crazy about these two, I'm not normal.

 Gojo

The thing I usually headcanon on Gojo about is his upbringing. In all my Gojo fics its mentioned at least a little bit and his mother will be making a cameo in Curse!Gojo AU when that comes out so look forward to that. Either way it’s very interesting to me that when we see Gojo as a child he looks so serious. Like he’s intense, everyone who sees him is like wtf is wrong with this child, there’s already that sense of this is not a human being like us, he does look fairly self-confident when he notices Awasaka tryin to go in for the kill. I don’t think we ever see child Gojo like…smile. Which is so different from both his present self and his high school self so it’s really striking. I think a lot of us are wondering what Gojo’s upbringing was like, how does his family see him, what do they feel about him. I always headcanoned it as a very closed off, strict upbringing and this kind of only grew stronger when we find out that one of the six eye users before him was killed as a baby. Like I imagine him closed off from the jujutsu world at large and kept in for training. Sorcerers from the big three families don’t really have to go to school cuz its assumed their families will teach them what they need to know but I think Gojo was basically jumping out of his skin to go. Like, if you lived inside one estate your whole life, if your whole life your family has been breathing down your neck and you properly weren’t allowed out of their sight until you at least mastered infinity (cuz I reckon they wouldn’t let him with Kenjaku out at large and being known to target six eye users) you’d be fuckin jumping at getting away from them too. And then when he finally got some fuckin control over his life it’s no wonder that he was like that tm in high school. He’s like 15, he’s out on his own for first time ever, he’s fuckin insane. I like to headcanon that for at least a good year Gojo was goddamn everywhere trying to experience stuff he just didn’t get to as a kid, usually pulling Geto and Shoko along with him. I write about this in Sweet on  series but I do think he was very hungry for life, very hungry to do things, very hungry to make his own decisions. And like he’s a teenager, both he and Geto are teenagers with very teenager midsets of ‘lol I don’t care imma just do what I want’ to ‘ there is the Right way tm and I alone have figured it out’. But I do think that there in highschool, Geto was exactly what Gojo needed. He was both a partner in crime and a peaceful eye of the storm. He balanced out Gojo’s energy with his own more restrained one but was a bastard also. They found a home in each other, they found a place to belong to in each other.

 Geto

I feel like most of what I think about Geto has already been said ten times over hjvhjbh but I guess that can be said for Gojo too. Thinking about the way Geto grew up is very interesting since he was a sorcerer from a nonsorcerer family and with his technique…it must have been difficult. I always think about how easily Geto killed his parents off. Yeah he says he can’t make exceptions but really? They were literally his second murder (the first being a collective one). Like even if you became genocidal I would assume that people close to you, your family and friends, would kinda slip under that radar. For them it would be more normal to go ‘this is different, there are different’ in attempt to both hold on to your ideology and not, you know, eradicate the people closest to you. Which is a big reason why I don’t think Geto had a particularly nice family life either. Seeing curses and being able to take them in (though idk when Geto would have figured out he can take em in so it was normal but it probably had to be more high school cuz they scouted him for SOMETHING) just spells as something people would read as a mental illness. And knowing how much mental illness can be stigmatized….not a happy childhood, I don’t think Geto was very attached to his parents at all. He was probably just as happy as Gojo to leave and attend school. He would have probably stayed there year round if that was a possibility. And again I have to mention that Geto n Gojo found home in each other. They both give off a feeling of someone who was alone before and now found a place to belong and clung to that like nothing else. I also like to think about Geto post his defection because Gege mentioned that he didn’t like to interact with non sorcerers at all, not even for things he needed. That’s why I think Geto is a househusband of your dreams, he can do anything. He cooks, he bakes, he cleans, he has a lil garden on his balcony to grow his own vegetables (so he doesn’t have to take stinky monkey vegetables), he has it all, girls want him guys wanna be him, except his genocidal. Also I adore thinking of him as his quasi-fatherly role he has with Nanako and Mimiko. Geto already has long hair so you can’t tell me he doesn’t know some tricks and I like to imagine him and Nanako n Mimiko in a little braid train, of course he would let them braid his hair too.

 Idk how much of this is headcanons and how much is just me holdin satosugu and cryin but I hope you enjoyed it <3. I feel like I have many more thoughts about these two buts its getting late here and I kind of have a headache so jgbjhgj these will have to do!!

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Johnkat Fic Rec

oh HELL YEAH. THIS IS HAPPENING. i have a google doc open, a drink full of water, and a will full of last-minute idea inspiration. 2020 fic list baby. 

Thin Air - NGL this was the first fic i read after i realized i should look at ao3 for johnkat back a few years ago and it was a GREAT re-introduction back into the ship. it’s when john retcons canon but “over the top gay” (LEGIT THE TAGS) and john and karkat’s relationship develops over the time trips. a lil bit of blood at the end but it all ends happily. 

(do not ask) the price I pay - multi-chaptered alternate universe sort of take on how sburb works and centers around karkat who is “sacrificed” to the Gods and ends up living with them. it’s REALLY emotional and REALLY sad and it takes your heart and STOMPS ON IT REALLY REALLY HARD. but it is SO worth the read. i’m trying so hard not to spoil it but it’s good. 

Dead Man’s Poison - karkat becomes a ghost and it’s such a funny and sad take on his (after) life. time moves on, someone moves in, and karkat discovers being a ghost can be really boring (and really regretful). has a little bit of a horror aspect at the end, but resolves it beautifully. it’s angst cranked to 10 even though he’s already dead. 

Carbonated Truth Enhancer - a oneshot vortex of emotional egbert trauma that john TOTALLY deserves. this fic takes up my one braincell at least half the time. 

How Not to Make a Species - better to be called “how god underestimated my ability to weep” because it really, really did and it was a lot. it’s just poetically soft and gentle and it brings a tear to my eye just skimming it. 

And It Was Clear - karkat needs glasses and john has a really, really good idea. it’s alarmingly short and yet, perfectly clear. (hehe)

Breath & Blood - sadstuck, bloodheavy short story made by FiveTail and if you haven’t even heard of that name i weep for you. i have never felt more pity for a doomed timeline and i think about it constantly. 

Waiting For God Tier - I AM GOING TO SHAKE YOU IF YOU HAVE NEVER READ THIS. this is basically a doomed john and karkat going through their afterlife trying to figure out how they died (warning blood and sadstuck) and i cried so much i had to go blow my nose. and then i drew johnkat art cuddling each other before i went to bed thinking about them very, very alive. 

Just a Taste - adorable valentines day fic. john thinks he is sneaky to try to get karkat to lick cake batter off his hand and this is probably the closest suggestive fic on this list. AND IT’S NOT EVEN MEANT TO BE SO LIKE ARHJGHGHJHJHJRGHJ-

responsible, forever, for what you have tamed - this SCREAMS fluff and romantic. karkat had made john the stars, but for karkat, john has made him a garden. it’s beautiful and read it to hear my distant happy tears. 

Happy Accidents - John and Karkat become parents in the most unconventional of ways. They foster a baby grub and it’s adorable and yes, if you must ask, i did also cry at the end. it has a happy ending though so it is WORTH it. 

Blurring the Lines - John is the idiot who goes wandering off and Karkat is the one who has to save him from the stupidity he has before it gets him murdered by an insane clown. So, basically, regular life lol. 

In Which John and Karkat are Pranked - in which my reasoning why dave is simply the best person to always have the two idiots get together, and my heart goes out to the poor bastard author who had to format this. it’s PESTERLOGS. and i feel. SO SORRY. 

This Could Work - Karkat is scared for the future of their new universe and John decides at the WORST time to confess that he might be in love with Karkat. it’s presented so delicately well that i’m suspicious that they might have just looked into an actual alternate universe or something and saw canon. 

A Line Between You and Me - Everyone takes on aspects of each other, and John is led living life figuring out who he inherited his from. sadstuck alarms, this is one story that doesn’t end as well as the others.

Welcome to the Rest of Your Life - this hits ALL the right sadstuck feels and ALL the right “winning the game” feels. sburb didn’t take very kindly to losing so it takes the one thing karkat cherishes: his home. 

Surfeit - a comic story au about growing up and childhood crushes and the beautiful, beautiful scene of idiotic love. 

Blue - karkat is bored from his marriage, his life, and from his work. this fic really details that feeling about the state of melancholy, where it is all just bland. this was a type(?) of inspiration for Step by Step (i think) and it just pulls you in to read more. 

Jesus Wouldn’t - considering how i know the inner workings of being the religious type and how people tend to abuse what messages come with it, this fic is oddly beautiful and inspiring. it truly just quilts together the messages of what is important and how everything is sort of okay on the inside and outside. not exactly johnkat centric, but i thought it was worth it to be here. 

i will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonely. -THIS is moirallegiance or nothing is. pale johnkat is beautiful and worthy and basically i love this one so much it fills my lungs with honey and flowers. 

lock it up and leave - sadness sadstuck about how broken karkat is and how hard it is to take care of someone when they think the only thing left to do is to give up. but john egbert isn’t having it, no, he refuses to lose anyone else - “if you go, you’re taking me with you.”

Apocalyptic Literature - i found this in the depths of ao3 hell. honestly, it intrigued me and i wasn’t disappointed with what i found. sadstuck grim, and there’s mention of blood and bodies but the ending is surprisingly soft and on a happy note. 

 Of Growing Up - Yeah you know of RMWT? Real Men Wear Tights? Someone in the universe got the memo that i am always angry about super hero friends who can’t recognize each other and gifted this upon the world, which I like to think i was meant to find and gush over. this is PERFECTLY executed and even has some detail i was smug on finding, so if you too have read RMWT and want an ending i suggest giving this a look. 

and that’s about it! i have more but they’re not really..eh, what i’d want to put here (for now). i’ll keep ya upd8ed if i come across more i really, really enjoy. 

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Hello Darling pt5

Summary: (y/n) is the Salvatore younger sister, and she is low-key in love with one of the originals. You know which one. The only problem is he is a low-key psychopath and neither of them remember that this isn’t their first meeting.

Warnings: I might be heading in a dark path with this one.

A/N: So like I wrote the first four chapters a month ago and now I gotta get back into writing more often. Though I have been waiting to write this chapter for a while. I’m pretty excited about it. Though I do have to admit I’m not as into our beloved kol as I was when I started this. But don’t worry I will keep writing for our dear boy.

You were woken up by the bright sun shining in your eyes. You rolled over to see your room a complete mess. There were clothes everywhere, things knocked over onto the floor. It was a shock to you. You couldn’t quite remember why your room was such a wreck. It wasn’t until you took a closer look at who’s clothes were on the floor that you realized what had happened.

It all slowly came back to you, the bar, the drinking, the stumbling through your apartment running into things. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory of it all. You and Kol drunkenly making out and laughing as you ran down the halls before stumbling to get your keys.

Kol, It wasn’t until you realized his absence that you heard the shower running in your bathroom. You smiled at the realization of Kol still being in your house. You hated to admit it but you liked him more than you should. Maybe he felt the same. Neither of you we’re the dating types but maybe things could work out for you both. Maybe if you...

A loud knock took you out of your thoughts. It was your older brother Stefan calling for you to answer the door. You quickly grabbed the closest clothes to you and threw them on. You ran to open the door but not before shutting the door to your bedroom in hopes of hiding the events of last night.

You opened the door and blocked your brother from seeing or entering the rest of your home. He looked you up and down taking in your appearance. He stopped, “nice shirt, is it new?”

You hadn’t even noticed that you had grabbed Kols shirt and not one of your own to throw on. You tried to drop it and hoped he would move on. “Hey Stefan, what are you doing here?”

“Oh I'm just on my morning rounds apologizing to people for whatever Damon did yesterday to upset them and of course I also just wanted to talk to my favorite sister.” He tried to peek over your shoulder into your apartment but you moved to block his view.

You rolled your eyes “I’m you only sister Stefan. Anyways it’s great you stopped by, but seriously though it wasn’t needed.” You tried to shut the door but before you could stop him he pushed past you and into your house.

“I see you’ve had some company.” He smiled and pointed at Kols jacket you had tossed onto the couch. “Hope I don’t know the poor bastard.” He smiled and set down. Making himself comfortable by placing his feet on the coffee table.

You pushed his feet down, grabbed the jacket and laid it on one of your dining room chairs. “It was just some guy I met at the bar last night you don’t know him.” Now you could have told Stefan about Kol. You had thought about it. It’s just ever since he’s last blood binge your brother has been different. He was cockier, if anything he was acting more like Damon. You couldn’t blame him. The past few months hadn’t been all that great for him. But things were better now he stopped drinking blood and now he had his humanity back on. Which was great and all but he was only doing good by pushing all his feelings down and redirecting them as hatred for the Mikaelsons specifically Klaus. Either way you knew he would just go back and tell Damon what he saw and you really didn’t want to deal with that.

You turned to ask your brother to leave when you heard the loud screech of the shower being turned off. Stefan turned and laughed at you. “Ohh your boyfriends still here isn’t he?”

You gave him a cold stare for his comment and he took the hint that you wanted him to leave. He got up from the couch and headed to the door. “Guess that’s my cue to go then. If you need anything sis you know where to find me.” With that he walked out of your apartment.

Once he was gone kol stepped out of your bedroom. He’s hair was still wet and he already had on his pants from last night. He smiled when he saw you standing in the living room. “Well I guess I’ve found my shirt then.”

You let out a sigh of relief and laughed. “So I’m just some guy you met at a bar now?” He took a few steps towards you.

“Oh you heard all that. I'm sorry I just didn’t want to tell my brother because in this town everyone will know and then I’ll have to deal with the judgmental police. Elena, Damon, and Caroline will all show up at my door with an intervention sign to tell me that sleeping with you was a mistake and then make a list of why the whole town should be against you and your family.” You couldn't help yourself from rambling on. This town was frustrating. No one in this town makes their own decisions without someone showing up to tell you off.

You were so lost in your own ramblings you didn’t notice how close kol has gotten to you. “ I hope you don’t actually think sleeping together was a mistake” He moves to rest his hands on your hips.

You smiled and looked up at him, trying to enjoy his hand on you. “I don't, I just know how this town works. Everyone’s decisions are taken very personally by everyone else. I can’t pick a brand of milk without Elena Gilbert getting on my ass about it. She’s the worst of the town. Just before you showed up I only had two friends in this town, Matt, whom we both know you have already met and Jeremy Elena’s brother. Three weeks ago Elena had Damon compel Jeremy to leave town and go to Denver to stay with family. I’ve been fighting with the two ever since.”

“I’m guessing my brother had something to do with that then?”

“Oh yes.” You put your arms around his shoulders. “I had fun last night.”

“Me too” he smiled and looked over your figure. “And I must say I love looking at you in my t-shirt, but I am going to need it back.”

You laughed and moved away from him and walked back to your room to get a clean shirt. You took off Kols and put on your new shirt. Kol watched you from your doorway. “I usually would stay longer but my brother needs me for some scheme of his so I have to get back to the mansion.” He quickly put his own tshirt back on and headed to grab his jacket from the chair you had laid it on. “I’ll call you whenever klaus is done using me as his errand boy. Hopefully we can do this again” he’s usually cocky demeanor back in full swing again.

You smiled to yourself thinking about seeing kol again. “I’m free again tonight if you want to meet at the grill again.”

“I guess I’ll see you then.” He smiled before leaving and closing the door behind him. Guess now all that was left was to wait for tonight.

Kols perspective

I left (y/n) apartment and headed back to the house. I couldn’t help but dread it. Thought of having to go back to my insane family and fix what was left after what our mother did last night. It wouldn’t be pretty that’s for sure.

I pushed open the front door of the mansion and walked into the drawing room where Klaus was waiting for me. “Hello Nicklaus”

“Hello Kol, you must have had a busy night. You never came home last night.” He had venom in his voice. I recognized his tone. It's his I know what you did and I’m angry about it voice. “My sources say you went home with the salvatore girl last night.”

“By sources you mean the abominations you call your pack.” I could see the anger bubbling inside him. It was good to know I did that. It’s none of his business what I’ve been up to.

Klaus took a deep breath “Kol I don’t think you should be seeing the Salvatore girl. Her brothers have been trying to kill our family for weeks now and I don’t know if you noticed they actually succeeded last night at killing one of us.”

Of course I knew this Finn was my brother too even if he was a boring suck up. “Really Klaus you're going to shame me using Finn's death to guilt me into something. Come on you can do better than that.” I turned to walk away hoping the conversation would be over now.

“Either way it doesn’t matter now I have something I need your help with Kol.” I stopped in my tracks and turned back around to listen to him. I hated helping Klaus but if I didn’t I knew he would just dagger me again. If Rebecca or Elijah had refused to help he would let it go or at least not stab them in the back, but them three were always together so you couldn’t expect less.

“We need to get the white oak stakes from the Salvatores. They have enough to kill all of us. I have my hybrids ready to kidnap their Bennett witch. I just need something as leverage to get her to cooperate. And I have someone in mind, Elena Gilbert’s brother Jeremy would definitely get the witch to work. I just need to find him. The Salvatores packed him up a few weeks ago so he could be safe. Since you're so close with one of the salvatores, maybe you might know where he is.”

I don’t know how he knew but he must have known about what (y/n) said to me. I’m sure if she knew klaus was looking for the other Gilbert she wouldn’t have told me where he was. It doesn't matter, it was her mistake not mine. If finding Jeremy Gilbert keeps Klaus happy and stops those brothers from killing my family then there’s no reason to keep this information from him, not even for some girl I’ve only met a few days ago. “Yeah I know where the Gilbert kid is. They shipped him off to Denver to stay with relatives.”

Klaus smiled and tossed me a set of keys I hadn’t seen before. “Great then you can go to Colorado and keep an eye on him. He doesn’t know who you are yet so you can report back to me on what he’s doing.” With that Klaus left.

I couldn’t believe he wanted me to go to Denver for his stupid plan. I was furious but I packed my bags anyway and took them out to the car. I didn’t really have much of a choice but to go along with his plan. It would keep me and my siblings alive. It was a smart plan, but why do I feel so guilty? I've done worse before and I’ve never felt guilty about those things. I mean (y/n) is just a girlI met a few days ago and it’s not like I haven’t already betrayed her in those few days. She shouldn’t mean anything to me anyways. But I feel as though I owe her at least an explanation before I go. I can’t explain it,but I feel like I can let my walls down around her as if I’ve known her for years. I have to put that aside. She can’t get in the way from now on I can’t let her distract me from anything.

Readers perspective

You sat at the bar like you usually did every night. You ordered your usual drink and waited for kol to show up like you had planned for. Only he didn’t show. Hours passed before it was starting to get late. 10:00 rolled around and fair enough a mikaelson did walk in the door just not the one you wanted to see.

Surprisingly Elijah took a seat on the bar stool beside you. “Do you mind if I sit here?” He asked ever so the polite one of the family. “I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but my brother kol has left town. Klaus has him doing some errand for him upstate. Before kol left he told me to come here and tell you he was gone and wouldn’t be back for a while.” Elijah turned to face you and he softened for a moment. “I hope you take my advice and stay away from my brother. Our family brings nothing but trouble to the people around us. He’s done this before to you I’m afraid but trust me you don’t want to get involved with any of us more than your brothers already have.”

With that Elijah got up and left you sitting alone. What did he mean by having done this to you before? He must have meant the ball where he attacked Matt but that doesn’t seem right. It didn’t really matter any ways you wanted an explanation from kol.

You grabbed your things and walked outside into the cold air. You pulled out your phone and called up kols number.

“Hello?”

“Really kol you skip town and you send your big brother to tell me you left. Could have just said you didn’t want to see each other again.” You laughed trying to sound like you weren’t upset that he left.

“(Y/n) I would have told you in person but this is something I have to do for klaus. I did want to see you again but it’s just gonna have to wait. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but something tells me I’ll see you again. So how about I call you next time I’m in town?” He laughed and it all seemed so airy and fake. Not at all like the Kol you had been talking to before. “I have to go now. I’ve got a lot of driving to do. See you soon (y/n)”

Before you could say anything he hung up on you. Something felt off about him and the call. You just didn’t know what. It doesn’t matter anyway now he was just some guy. You had slept with guys and moved on like it was nothing before. You didn’t need some guy distracting you anyways. You would just have to go back to being left in this stupid town all alone again.

I hoped you guys liked this one I’m really glad the stories been doing this well. I’m sorry for the delay in writing. I had to get back in touch with my story and I was busy with Halloween so I was a little behind schedule but I hope that you liked this chapter.

[yyxy-seph]

Post Insane! Sephiroth X Black girl! Reader

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈 pt.3

Part 2

Part 1

Warning: SUPER fucking cheesy! And I’m a relatively new FFVII fan so some of my wordings might be kind of weird. But if you want more content like this from me, just hit the heart!

Also, I’ve changed some of the events in the storyline. Avalanche hasn’t attacked Shinra just yet! But Sephiroth has already had his insane streak.

Context: Zack & Cloud set Y/N up on a blind date w/ Seph! Here, we will discover an interesting history between Seph and the reader as well as witness their adorable date!

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We continued on, running like kids to the closest battle destination. We chuckled while running, letting the wind breeze through our hair. And must I say, he is so gorgeous when the wind blows pushes his hair from his face.

We finally reached a point in the woods near a camping site. For a minute, I caught my breath while he just stood there, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Are..you not tired?”

“Not at all. My vitality is no joke.” By the end of his sentence, he was shirtless.

My eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Is this a fucking ten pack?? He was unbelievably ripped.

“You’re not about to go all sexy beast on me, are you?”

He frowned. “No, no, no. Hey I’m a modest man. I would never do this on the first date to a beautiful, deserving woman like you.”

He lifted his suspenders over his shoulders and pulled over his coat with their astonishing, silver pauldrons.

I smirked. “In that case..”

I unbuttoned my dress, teasing him. The man who is always comfortable with a straight, unchanged face began blushing, nervously.

Next, I started sliding it down my slim and fit figure.

He turned around immediately, being respectful.

“No need, honey.”

He turned around again slowly.

Under the black & silver dress were my fighting clothes. My leather shorts were exposed while I slid on my black gloves.

The transformation made him speechless.

“I-I... ah”

“Sephiroth??”

“Your outfit is different from the last time we spoke.”

“Yeah, a girls gotta grow up right?”

“But, an outfit this sexy?”

“And just as affective!”

“Marry me now.”

“Now, hold your Chocobos, Simperoth! Like you said to me that night, “If we were to have a relationship, I need to have a good fighter and a good kisser. If you fail at one thing, you must perfect the other. Otherwise, we never know what could be.”

He made a determined smile with challenged eyes.

“You better prove yourself, right here, right now.”

He got into position, and so did I. The time was now for him to really earn my heart.

He ran swiftly toward me, clashing his sword against mine. I blocked it instantly and ducked, as I saw his next swing coming right before me. I kicked him off his feet and got right back up and over him, aiming my masamune over his face.

I retrieved it back to my shoulder and helped him get up.

“Hmm, I see you’ve gotten much better.” He said.

“Yup. Round two?”

“That wasn’t even a round.”

“Technically, it was.”

We went at it again. I ran his way while he came toward me. I hit his sword in and undercut motion, making him have more force on top. Trying to get from under his grip, I leaned to the right.

His blade almost caught my feet but I jumped up in time, and slid mine under his chin.

“You’re good. Very, very good.” He informed. His eyes had narrowed, indicating a bit of arousal.

“Are you... turned on?” I asked, giggly.

“Quite likely.”

We continued once more. He extended his blade to the ground to catch me off guard. Instead, I ran on his thin blade and jumped over his head, landing perfectly to aim at his back.

With quick movements, he turned around and pressed his masamune over mine again. The pressure was quite strong as his was longer than mine.

I fell to my knees with a little pout of failure.

He extended his hand in front of me. I grabbed his and he kissed mine.

“Round 3?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes.

It started with me lunging at him. He blocked it by pushing me away with his blade. I ran back and clashed my sword with his at different angles. This went on for a while until I jumped high, hitting his blade with an over head attack.

He hit mine back at a lower angle, pushing my blade up too high for me to reach. It eventually slipped out of my hands and fell tip forward into the soft grass and dirt. Panicking, I ran to retrieve it while he ran after me.

I wanted him to win but I also wanted to prove myself.

I gripped the sword quickly and securely with Sephiroth not too far behind. Our swords clashed some more. The battle was getting more intense. Suddenly, he lifted his foot and did a roundhouse kick. I ducked, eyeing his every move. While getting back up, I met his shiny masamune in my face while my purple one also clashed with his perfectly.

It was one of those moments where both of our forces were strong so our swords stayed in place as we held cocky, love driven stares.

In no time, I was unexpectedly being lifted off the ground and up in the air. He was flying with his wing, tightly holding my waist.

“S-seph, you’re cheating.”

He just ignored me, while still flying until he reached a spot in the clouds that he felt was perfect.

“It’s not cheating if I already have your heart.”

“That’s-“

I got cut off by the feeling of his tender lips, melting into mine and fitting perfectly. He tightened both arms around my waist, making sure I wasn’t scared and ensuring comfort.

He tucked my hair behind my ear and bit my lip, asking for tongue access. I agreed and we were making out just like that night seven years ago. Except this time, there is more passion and desire. More hunger to be together. I felt the connection.

Our lips parted at once. We were still in the sunset with clouds surrounding.

We stared in each other’s eyes, lost in our minds. Until I finally spoke.

“Wow...”

He instantly laid his head on my shoulder, hugging me tighter. I could feel all his pain from the past few years up to this moment.

He lifted his head up and then started kissing my neck. Then that led to sucking and biting. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut from his actions. It all felt too good. I was moaning like crazy.

He finally ceased.

And I was honestly amazed at his work.

“You really are the full package.” I stroked his ego.

He chuckled and smirked. “For the record, back then, you were a really good kisser. I just had to get my kissing together.”

I blushed at his words. “Well, you certainly did. I wanted more.”

“I heard. Can’t wait to hear how you sound when you’re under me-“

“Seph!” I giggled shyly as he flew us back down.

“But that’s for another day. I just wanna take my time with you and treat you right.”

“I love you.” I said right out.

“I love you more. Gaia, you don’t know hold long I’ve been wanting to say that!” He stressed.

He took me on home, as this was the final destination wrapping up our date.

“I had a lot of fun with you, tonight. I’m glad we did this.” I told him.

He nodded. “Me too. What should our next date be?”

We strolled through the small crowd of people in the SOLDIER dorm territory.

I could hear in the background that some people were freaking out and gossiping because it was Sephiroth. But I guess they figured not to interrupt since he was being normal and minding his business.

Until one guy interrupted...

“Hey! Sephiroth! You’re not supposed to be out here if you’re not a SOLDIER! Why don’t you just leave and go be an evil bastard somewhere else!”

I stood there, waiting for something to pop off immediately afterward. Thus, Seph just stood there, brushing it off. His only reply was, “You see me minding my business, so mind your damn own.”

The man was taken aback. With one more threatening glare from him, the man ran off.

“I suppose you keep training. Your combat is shit from what I remember!” He yelled jokingly.

We laughed up until we reached my dorm with Zack. Cloud hung out here sometimes even though he’s an ex- SOLDIER.

With three knocks from me, blond, spiky streaks of hair fell above me.

“Hey, Cloud!”

“Hey, how was your date?” He questioned, glaring at Sephiroth a bit.

“It was divine! I loved every second.” I explained while Seph tightened his grip around my waist.

“And you?” Cloud asked again, hinting a Sephiroth’s quietness.

“I loved it just as much, if not more. She has charms and a personality that I can’t resist.”

I turned around hugging him fully before going inside. He said goodnight to us all after small-talk with Cloud.

The night ended quite pleasantly. I didn’t expect this but I’m so not mad at it. I can’t wait to be enveloped in his warmth as each day goes by.

Once I settled in, Zack couldn’t stop asking questions. He wanted to know everything we did and said. Cloud wanted to know as well even though he pretended he didn’t care.

After all of that, we watched movies and headed for Midgar in the morning. The next day, I’d be an ex-SOLDIER and Sephiroth’s woman.

“Umm...Y/N??”

“What?”

“Is that a hickey???”

“Maybe???” I smirked.

Oops.

[giddleford]

Star Trek Ask Game

I got tagged by @spacespirk big thanks for the tag! Sorry for the delay, I didn’t ignore it I swear I forgot it existed for a while lol. When it comes to adding other people well, I don’t know how many of my mutuals are trekkies if I’m honest, I’m rather new in the fandom. So consider yourself tagged if you see this in your dash.

Captain you would most like to serve under:

Right so, here’s the thing, I’m biased as hell cause as of now I’ve only seeing TNG, PIC and LWD so that kinda means I don’t really know many captains. My answer has gotta be Picard but also if I’m honest I wouldn’t be too terribly opposed to serving under Freeman, as long as it’s after the productivity episode. 

What would you want your Starfleet job to be?

I rather think command would suit me quite nicely so if I were to have the Captain’s chair, well, I’d be happy. Another part of me believes I’d be delighted with Chief Science Officer, if the Captain spot is taken, after all I’ve always been a bit of a science nerd.

What would you want your job to be if you weren't in Starfleet?

I’d be designing holonovels no doubt. I would be a bit like Reggie, having a holodeck right there to explore any creative endeavor, well, you’d find me there more than in my own room. The amount of stories waiting to be told with technology like that.

What's your unpopular Star Trek opinion?

I don’t quite have one yet like, I haven’t been around enough to have a hot take. I guess the closest thing to an unpopular opinion is my personal belief that Qcard is more interesting than DaForge which is something that’s obviously contested by the difference in amount of content produced for the ships. It’s just a preference though not a take.

Alien race you'd like to see more of:

M continuum, mostly because that also ties in the Q but also cause I’ve only seen screenshots and references about them and I’m insanely curious about another simi-omnipotent race.

Favorite character from each series you've seen:

TNG: All of them bring joy so this is really hard but I think Q.

PIC: I think it’s Rios and his Emergency Holograms tbh.

LWD: Mariner, I think, they’re all in kinda the same level.

Least favorite character in each series you've seen:

TNG: Bruce Maddox no doubt.

PIC: Agnes Jurati, she is very eh. I find the romulan bastard more interesting than her. 

LWD: Ensign Fletcher, man can’t assume consecuences.

If you could make a new Trek series what would the premise be?

I think I would love to see the Federation like, observed from the perspective of people living outside of it, or maybe Starfleet from the perspective who don’t work in it. Maybe a comedy? Have it be like a cafe or something? Idk, I just want to see more than just starfleet, have the universe expanded to the day to day lives of people living in that era. 

What's a Star Trek trope you love? One you hate?

Love: I love myself a good Holodeck episode. I think that the Holodeck is one of the most clever narrative and visual diversifying tools they could’ve come up with. Another, and this is more specific to tng, is when they essentially straightbait. It’s so funny, like, it’s been 6 seasons and nothing’s happened but the amount of scenes they’ve managed to shove for the will they don’t they thing makes it ridiculous.

Hate: Coincidentally, I also hate the straightbait. Depends a little on the mood. Otherwise I don’t hate much else except the recurring theme of Troi suffereing and not getting to use any sci fi jargon.

Name two characters from different series that you would love to see interact (and why):

Ok so, this one is going to be an odd one. Liutenant Ralph Furlong (Star Trek: Borg) and Ensign Daniel Sutter (TNG S5 Ep22) because Star Trek got cheeky and recasted the same guy and honestly I would be really curious how they would explain this one. 

[angelmichelangelo]

i’m about five years too late and nobody asked for this except me and i need to just get this out of my brain because it’s 2am so here’s a list of things i wish happened on glee that didn’t HERE WE GO:

- new directions being actual teenagers. just them hanging out. going to group sleepovers. giant study sessions (because school exists in this universe?) like remember in tpp when they were eating lunch together ? that’s what i wanted MORE of. just them being actual friends. a sleepover episode is all i wanted imagine all the abba songs we could have gained from that episode

- a halloween themed episode. the closest to this that we got was the ‘thriller/heads will roll’ mashup which YES was iconic but im greedy and it’s not enough. my idea for a halloween episode is that the gang gets trapped inside the school after staying behind to idk rehearse? or something? and then things get progressively worse as they start to go a little mad, thinking the school is haunted and they split up into pairs trying to find an escape and they think they’re seeing ghosts/someone lurking around the school and they’re getting real spooked but it turns out it’s just sue fucking with them lmao

- kurt and finn being brothers. THE POTENTIAL WAS THERE and sadly after furt we are left with crumbs. why ?? WHY?? little moments like finn saying that he’s driving back home with kurt or them saying they can’t do something because they have a family thing would have been good enough. more scenes of them hanging out in their home with their parents would have been *chefs kiss* but alas. it never happened because glee writers are bastards

- based off my last point: sam actually living at the hudson-hummel house because he actually did live there? but nothing is ever said like what’s the dynamic there why weren’t kurt and sam and finn close if they all lived together for what? like a year? was sam living in the mf shed? did he ever get close to carole and burt?? where tf did he live when everyone went off to college did he just stay in their house lol who knows not me LMAO

- blaine dealing with his trauma ? mental health was never dealt with very well on this show. emma’s ocd was just ignored after she got married or whatever and blaine mentioned his trauma once and then it was ignored until it was mentioned in passing a few seasons later and even he just brushed it off and it was never brought up again like wtf. i have no idea how they wrote a whole episode about hate crime in bash and they never once thought to have blaine and kurt have a single conversation together, let alone a conversation about how they’d both been victims of a hate crime. AND THE ONLY TIME BLAINE DOES MENTION IT IS IN TESTED WHERE ITS JUST USED AS A REASON FOR THEM TO FIGHT AAAAAAAA no wait im calm it’s okay. i just would have liked to have seen kurt and blaine have an emotional moment together in that episode that didn’t include blaine singing and kurt being knocked tf out. just sayin.

- kurt dealing with HIS trauma !! again, glee gets bad points for talking about mental health and it just is crazy that they had so much potential with kurt, ie: depression, anxiety, ocd (kinda?) his bullying, being literally assaulted (i see u ryan murphy taking that whole plot line so loosely mmhm) and then shoehorning in the fact that he was suicidal AT THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE when they had a whole episode about suicide and they could have mentioned it at any time but ofc they didn’t because the writers just wanted to shove in as much as they could in the flashback episode AYE AYE AYE the potential!!!! oof.

- literally just more tina. jenna ushkowitz is a fantastic actor/singer/preformer and she was criminally underused. i like the episode props because of two reasons: one. everyone switching characters was amazing. and two. some actual tina scenes. even if she.. technically was rachel but also herself or something? either way. i digress

- this is just in general but MORE ABBA AND ALSO THE CARPENTERS and also some sound of music songs would have worked GREAT but they already had like a million songs and as the show progressed they veered away from old songs and more towards popular songs at the time to help chart numbers blah blah blah whatever it’s cool. but also how did they only do a few abba songs that is criminal

- a more fleshed out ending that wasn’t so rushed. like rachel won a tony and everyone else is just? there? why is sam at mr shue’s house ??? how did artie get up the stairs? did quinn graduate from yale? and where tf was kurt and blaine’s child during ‘i lived’ because burt and carole are vibing in the audience and rachel isn’t pregnant so like? is the baby just?? alone somewhere in the wings?! lmao where are u bby girl!! but once again i know they didn’t have the time to do it so idk it’s fine what they did it just sucks we didn’t get more! but again. fanfic exists so yah im all good

- more of blaine’s mum. or mom, in this case i guess. why cast gina gershon and then give her ONE line like ? ik there was a whole deleted script that explained why she was there but i love that up until that point blaine seemed like he genuinely murdered his parents, lived in their big house all alone and when people got suspicious he just told them that they were “out of town” :) either way pam is great i love her and i wish she had more to do in the one episode she was ever in. not even a moment with blaine?? wasted.

- more of cooper anderson, matt boomer is so fucking funny everytime i think of the emotion tornado i bust a lung laughing like it’s so fucking stupid but oh my good i love it. (and if you haven’t watched the special feature of cooper’s transformers audition tape please please watch it because it’s just so funny.) ik he was just a special guest but i wish they got him back for at least the wedding ep but guess my mans was just busy. boo ;(

- going back a couple of points, i wish they’d done a whole episode like props. every actor here just shines when they’re impersonating each other. finn and puck as kurt and blaine is beautiful and quinn and sugar is incredible. also idk why they refused kevin the right to wear the cheerios skirt; they could have put a little more effort into some characters but that’s glee for ya lmao but yeah. a whole episode like that would have been so much fun

- they should have let chris colfer write more episodes. purely for the fact that he wrote with his own bare hands the whole scene where lea michelle’s character gets dragged down a road by dogs. this guy. it’s a shame he only got to write one since he actually did a really good job! i would have loved to have seen what other episode ideas he had :)

- glee in the summer! obviously it only was centred around the school year but after season 3 who honestly gave a shit about the glee club and mckinley lmao i wanna see them in SHORT SHORTS and POOL PARTIES but nope we just got september - june so like rip all my hopes and dreams

- WHAT HAPPENED TO DALTON? bitch just burst into flames ?? and for WHAT?? oh yeah plot convenience smh this is so sad i wish they’d either written something better than “we need the warblers to team up with new directions so uhhh the school burnt down” like. it’s a private school. if the school is gone and they’re just staying at mckinley what are the parents paying for? they’re just cool with sending their kids off to public school now? every adult in this universe has been murdered by these kids, haven’t they? they’re just doing whatever they want jfc

- a wedding was a good episode. ish. and yknow, huge kudos to them because gay marriage wasn’t legal in the us at the time so im less harsh on the fact that they definitely threw up the rainbow flags and made it less about the characters getting married and more so “we have gay characters and look they’re getting married what a concept” but i do wish we could have gotten some more married!klaine since they don’t really have much to do after this understandably but a little moment alone together after the wedding would have been nice :) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IM TELLING YOU

- get rid of the hummelberry friendship and send mercedes to new york instead. i have nothing else to add to this other than the fact that i mourn the fact that kurt and mercedes went from bffs to just. school mates. this is tragic this is traaaaagic !! and all for more of the rachel berry show smh

- every day i wonder what was going through carmen tibideaux mind when she watched the kurt hummel preform not the boy next door and was like :) and then watched rachel berry have a breakdown on stage and then proceeded to give rachel the spot at nyada and kurt gets payed literal dust. and THEN she had the nerve to tell him it was because his performance had no heart. AND HOW DID ADAM GET IN THIS BABY GOT BACK MOTHERFUCKER?! nyada is a circus school oh my god !!!!! kurt deserved better im telling yall he deserved so much better

there’s so much more i could rant about but im going insane im so tired and i need psychological help after watching glee so im gonna leave it here and say peace out homies it’s been fun but i need to sleep so bad

[scullysexual]

Time Can Heal (9/ )

Season Two | Abduction Arc | Canon Divergence | Angst | Warnings: Sleep paralysis, rape (proceed carefully) | Words: 3117 | 

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Mulder realises his request for the truth costs too much.

Tagging: @today-in-fic @bevh78 @mypanicface @weseeusinthefall @impulsive-astrophile @enigmaticxbee

This is probably my favourite character I’ve written so far! 

- - - 

Mulder’s apartment in Minneapolis is a lot bigger than the one in Virginia. Bigger apartments costs less here, he tells her but Dana already guessed that.

“Want something to drink?” Mulder asks as he heads towards the kitchen.

Dana shakes her head, hanging her coat up on the rack.

“Suit yourself,” says Mulder disappearing through the doorway.

Dana surveys the room. In many ways it’s a similar layout to the one back in Hegel Place; couch against the wall, TV opposite it, coffee table in the middle. The only thing missing is the fish tank, the fish given to the Lone Gunmen maybe.

She feels a tug in her chest at the absence of the fish. If they were here, maybe she could believe nothing had changed.

She does manage a smile, however, upon seeing a blanket folded on the back of the couch and the pillow tucked between the wall and the armrest.

Not everything changes.

“Still haven’t got a bed?” she asks when Mulder re-enters the living room carrying a glass of orange juice in one hand and a bag of sunflower seeds in the other.

Mulder shrugs and takes his place on the far side of the couch. Dana stays standing, watching as he places his drink and snack down and pulls out the report.

She plays with the strap of her bag and watches. Mulder thumbs through bits of papers, past autopsy photos and eye-witness accounts. It dawns on her in this moment that apartment visits were rare. Work would be done alone in their respective homes or together in their office. He came to her apartment more times than she ever went to his and in this moment she feels like a stranger, her eyes casting across the TV unit to the VHS’s stacked in a pile, bits of clutter that cover his desk and coffee table, unwashed dishes in the sink. All evidence of a man who lives alone. All evidence of someone who is lonely.

“You can sit down,” Mulder’s voice cuts through her thoughts. Her attention is brought over to him by the sound of it, he’s looking at her smiling. “I don’t bite,” he jokes.

It eases her how comfortable he is around her, even after all these months. It’s like nothing has really changed for him. Time apart, a bumpy start, but she is still his Scully, his partner, ready to crack jokes with any time, ready to infuriate with his theories or look at her with concern when he knows something is bothering her.

She begins to see his leaving her in a different light. It was his quest after all, he must feel some guilt towards everything that happened to her.

The movement is spontaneous, an action before the thought. Mulder would often ease his way into her personal space, touch her arm, touch her hand to get her attention. Dana’s always tried to maintain a sense of professionalism, they were co-workers before they were friends, two agents before they were people. A hand through his hair to check for injury but nothing more.

Now her hand lands on his knee, the feel of it having Mulder’s attention diverted from folder to his knee, to her.

Dana wills herself to keep it there, tells herself that it is nothing more than him in her personal space or touching her arm.

“I don’t blame you,” she tells him. “For the abduction. It wasn’t your fault.”

For extra sincerity she squeezes his knee before bringing it away and reaching into her bag to pull out her laptop.

“I always…” Mulder begins and she turns her head towards him again, halting her action of switching on the computer.

He’s searching for the words.

“I blamed myself for it,” he admits not quite looking at her. “I thought I should’ve done more to protect you. I thought you were really gone.” He looks away completely now, putting the folder down to stare at his hands instead. “My mom always said she didn’t blame me for Samantha but I could see it…in her eyes. And when you were gone…I saw it again in your mother’s.” He chances a glance at her before adverting his eyes away again. “And I always thought I saw it in yours.”

Dana begins furiously shaking her head. She can’t speak on behalf of her mother, on behalf of his, but she can speak on behalf of herself.

She reaches for his forearm, bringing his eyes back to her.

“I’m sorry I made you think that,” she says willing her gaze to make him believe. “It was never true.”

“It was Duane Barry’s fault,” Mulder says, his tone having a hint of scepticism behind it.

“Yes, it was,” Dana confirms, her voice strong. “Nobody else’s.”

It has some affect on him and Mulder begins to nod. He reaches back for the folder and takes out the profile he wrote, handing it her way. She goes to take it but he doesn’t quite give it away.

“Are you sure you’re okay reading it?”

This case still shook her, for reason she didn’t quite want to think about, but she was here to do a purpose and that purpose was to bring justice to the victims- dead or alive.

“I have a job to do,” she answers, taking the report from him.

Mulder nods but he doesn’t quite believe her.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

“You amaze me,” Scully says after a while of just staring at him. Mulder takes a swig of his beer as he waits for her to continue.

A while has passed, the awkward murky beginnings long gone. They ordered food, he even convinced her to have a beer. Their reports and file lay on the coffee untouched. Scully sits in the gap between the couch and table, legs crossed and rolling the neck of the bottle back and forth between her fingers. He’s never known her to be so…relaxed.

Scully had been concerning him lately. He was worried for her, it’s not like her to run out of rooms after all.

Of course, the case was a difficult one, nobody should be expected to walk into something like this and not react, especially somebody as green as her but underneath all that Mulder was certain there was something else.

“It’s just…” she continues and shakes her head as if to discourage herself from saying anymore.

“No,” says Mulder with a chuckle. “Tell me. What were you gonna say?”

She moves onto her side, resting her arm on the seat of the couch and her head in her hand, looking at him.

“Okay,” she starts. “For arguments sake, why isn’t it aliens? Why is it not some…hair devouring slug that preys on dead people?”

He leans closer to her with false curiosity and a smirk.

“Do tell me more about this hair devouring slug theory of yours.”

She punches him in his leg and rolls her eyes. Her weak attempt has him falling into fits of laughter which just leads to frustrate her more, her eyes narrowing and a cute little pout forming on her face.

“I will shoot you.”

He doesn’t think she’s joking.

Mulder brings himself to stop laughing and goes back to his upright position. He plays with the label on the bottle as he talks.

“Certain cases have a distinct smell to them.” He shrugs. “This one doesn’t.”

“This one, out of 40 other cases, doesn’t have a distinct smell?”

Mulder chuckles again. “They’re rare but it’s been known to happen.” He glances her way. “What do you think? Do you think it’s a hair devouring slug?”

Scully grows sombre. She places her beer on the coaster on the table and hoists herself up onto the seat next to him.

Without looking at him, she mumbles, loud enough to for him to hear. “I’d like it to.”

“Why is that?” he asks as quietly as she spoke.

Mulder watches as she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Because it’s easier to believe that monsters and aliens are the only ones capable of these things.” She looks down at her hands, fingers tangling together. “Not other human beings.”

She pulls her hands away to sit beside her, her head pointed towards the ceiling as she lets out a deep sigh.

“Scully, Duane Barry—”

“Duane Barry was insane!” Mulder feels himself physically jump back at the loud tone of her voice.

“You think it wasn’t aliens.” He realises.

“I know it wasn’t aliens.”

He looks at her with amazement.

“Scully, how? How do you know? Your memories…are they returning?”

He watches as her eyes shut almost immediately, her face crunching up as if she’s trying not to see what she’s seeing. When he looks down at her hands, the one closest to him is balled into a tight fist.

He reaches out to hold her hand, to comfort her through whatever it is she’s remembering but the moment he makes the slightest bit of contact, she’s jumping; eyes bursting open, vaulting her hand away.

“Scully—”

But she’s off the couch before he can finish his sentence.

“It wasn’t aliens.” She looks around the room, trying to remember where she is. Her eyes land on her laptop and folder and she rushes to pick them up.

“I need to go,” she says beginning to pack her stuff away.

But no, she can’t go, she’s remembering. Remembering her abduction or remembering something.

“Scully,” Mulder starts, getting up from the couch himself and walking towards her, trying to stop her from packing away her things.

“Stay,” he says. “It’s late, you don’t even have your car.”

She pauses at that, realising, before she shakes her head and resumes her task.

“I’ll book a cab.”

Mulder has nothing more he can say to her. Nothing more that wouldn’t make him sound like a selfish bastard for trying to get her to stay. Instead he nods and heads towards the telephone.

“Let’s get you back to your partner, eh,” he tries to joke but it lands flat. No response from Scully.

They fall to silence. Scully packed away and standing by the door in her coat. Mulder on the phone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks when the call is over and her taxi is booked.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She turns to leave and Mulder busies himself with tidying up.

“Mulder,” she calls and he stops what he’s about to do. Maybe, just maybe…

“You’ll always be my partner,” she says instead.

It’s not what he wanted but it warms his chest up anyway. A slight smile crawling it’s way across his face.

“And you’ll always be mine,” he answers back.

It earns him a smile of his own before she turns and disappears through the front door.

.:.:.:.:.:.

She tosses her bag onto the bed as she enters, unconcerned for the contents inside it. She kicks off her heels, leaving them in a heap at the foot of her bed and heads towards the bedside drawer.

Just as her hand touches the pack of cigarettes and lighter, there’s a knock at her door. Dana rolls her eyes, slamming the rickety drawer shut and marches her way towards the door.

“What do you want?” she asks upon opening.

Davis leans against the doorframe.

“Not a nice way to greet your partner,” he says. He barges his way into the room and Dana is not in the mood to deal with this right now.

“We’re not partners,” she retorts, closing the door. There’s a thought to keep it open but no, her gun is at her side. She’ll use it if she has to. There’s no reason for the door to stay open.

Davis sits on the edge of the bed and studies her.

“Where have you been?”

“Excuse me?”

“First time I’ve heard the door go all night. Where have you been?”

“What’s it to you?” She crosses her arms in front of her.

“I’m your partner,” Davis answers. “Do I not get to know where you’ve been?”

She’s too exhausted and angry to deal with this. She wants him out.

“Please go.”

But Davis is up quicker than she thought he would be. He moves towards her and she flinches, moving herself, her lower back colliding with the edge of the desk and sending a brief bout of shooting pain rippling through her nerves.

She let’s out a surprise breath.

“Alcohol,” Davis observes. He backs out of her personal space and Dana feels her heart beating loudly against her chest. “Drinking during a case is grounds for suspension,” he tells her as if he’s a follower of the book.

“I wasn’t drinking,” she argues. “It was one beer.”

“With Spooky?”

Her face gives her away.

Davis smirks. “So now you’ve come back all pissed off. What happened? Spooky got you all hot and horny then left you out to dry?”

The unexpected crudeness of his words shocks her, a small gasp falling out of her mouth before she regains herself. Her eyes turning to steel, she asks:

“Is there something you wanted, Davis?”

He does nothing to hide the leering look he gives it. A cold chill runs down Dana’s body, her stomach and throat tightening. She tries her hardest not to let these reactions show to Davis.

“Nothing you could give me,” he says. “I’ll show myself out,” he calls backs as he walks to the door and Dana feels the urge to throw the nearest thing to her at the back of his head.

Once he’s gone, she runs over to the door and locks it. With no adjoining door and Davis’ room one down from hers she feels safer knowing there’s no real way he could enter.

With her unwanted visitor gone, Dana resumes her task. She grabs the cigarettes and lighter and stalks over to the window, yanking it up and hurrying to light the cigarette.

Her anger slowly drifts away with the smoke. What wound her up, she’s unsure. Maybe Mulder’s pushing? Her outburst was sudden but she knew what he was going to say about Duane Barry.

Aliens didn’t take him, Mulder. I think, deep down, you know that.

Her memory had been just as sudden as her outburst. They’ve never came to her conscious before. There was a light and men were talking. It was briefer than her dreams- or felt briefer- less paralysing.

Aliens didn’t take me, either.

She flicks the cig away, watching it falls down towards the street below and debates having another one.

Instead, she brings her head back inside, shuts the window, and decides sleep would be the better course of action, the time already approaching midnight.

She drops her bag onto the floor, strips herself of her clothes, leaving them in a heap at her feet. She takes the t-shirt she packed, her usual silk pyjamas at home needing to be washed (a task Dana hadn’t had much energy for anymore) and climbs into the bed, foregoing anything else, telling herself she’ll deal with it tomorrow.

.:.:.:.:.:.

She knows it’s happening before it’s happening.

A weight on her chest. Her body frozen.

It’s dark, at first, much like it is when she wakes up in the night and her eyes have yet to adjust.

Then there’s a burst of bright, white light coming to life. Her eyes shut tight in response to it before they slowly open again.

She tries to move, to sit up, but when moves her eyes, wire is binding her wrists, pinning her down. Panic begins to grip her, her heart beating wildly against her chest. Instinct tells her to clench her fist but the best her finger can do is tap frantically against her palm.

There’s the sudden sound of movement near her feet and Dana chances a look down with her eyes.

She’s spread-eagled on the table, the way they had her during the experiments.

She tries to fight against her restraints but she can’t move, the binds too tight it begins to cut into her skin of her wrist. The gasps at the deep red blood against the pale white of her skin as it begins its descent downwards, pooling below.

There’s heavy breathing, not coming from herself, and when she moves her eyes to the other side a yelp is released from her mouth, her body growing cold as a devil stands over her, his skin as red as her blood.

He leers at her body, eyes moving south before he begins to follow. Dana follows him, her eyes trained on him as she fights to control her breath, fights to even breath. She swallows and gulps when his red arm slowly begins reaching towards her ankle. His finger is cold when it touches her skin, sending shiver up and down her body and gooseflesh forming.

She tries to fight it off but just as like her wrists, are ankles are restrained, too. Unable to run, unable to fight, she shuts her eyes as the devil man’s finger begins tracing up her leg, a hand joining when he reaches her knee.

He moves to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and fear grips her, her eyes shooting open, darting towards him.

“Please…” she just about manages yet the devil’s hand still makes his way towards that place.

He looks at her, sadness or pity in his eyes and, with his other hands, reaches out to brush a tear away from her face with a finger. With the other, he strokes her outer lips.

Her body reacts, begins to respond and Dana wants to cry and scream and run. She begins fighting against the restrains again, not caring for the pain as they cut deeper into her wrists. Maybe it will snag a vein and she will die, ending all of this.

She stiffens and stops at the feeling of a finger entering her. The devil man is looking away from her now, focused on his task and there is nothing Dana can do to stop him.

She stills, facing her fate, facing the fact that this is about to happen, that they’re about to take something else from her, as well. Her eyes loll to the side, vision blurring as all sensations but the sensation of the weight upon her all fall away.

In her clouded vision, a figure approaches, the smell of cigarettes, and a voice.

“What are you doing?”

Mulder…

Dana blinks a few times, forcing her eyes to remain open but her vision is still blurry.

“She is mine,” Mulder says.

“Mul…Mul…der…”

Mulder’s face approaches hers, his hand in her hair stroking.

“Shh…” Mulder says. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

[theladyofdeath]

Alone in the Ashes {24}

A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click >  Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Remember that one time when Lucas and Nathan faced off on the rivercourt for Peyton’s affection? Yeah. Good times.

Anyways, even I said “What the fuck” at the end of this chapter...Enjoy “The one before the finale”. x

“I'd always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming - a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward.” ― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Lain?”

It was the week before Rhysand and Feyre’s wedding, and everyone was going out to celebrate. All but Elain, who offered to stay home with Mila so that Azriel could enjoy himself. He’d been on edge too often, lately. He needed a good night out.

Besides, Elain was pregnant and nauseous and the last thing she wanted to do was be out with a bunch of people when she couldn’t drink and was too damn tired to dance. 

“Yes?” Elain asked from where she was perched on the other side of the couch.

“Is the baby in your belly a boy or a girl?”

Elain chuckled. “We don’t know yet. What do you want the baby to be?”

Mila took a minute to think about it. “I don’t care. I just want someone to play with.”

Elain’s smile softened. “Well, soon enough, baby will be here.”

“I be a big sister?” she asked, with hope in her sweet, innocent eyes.

“Sure will,” Elain confirmed. “The best big sister!”

“Is Uncle Azzie going to marry you?” Mila asked. “Like Rhysie and Feyre.”

“Maybe,” Elain said, in all honesty. “But not right now.”

“I want you to marry Uncle Azzie,” Mila said, sighing as she pet Elain’s cat, Ginger. “We could all live together in a big house. Me, you, Uncle Az, and baby.”

Elain watched Mila as she kissed the kitten’s forehead. “I would like that, too.”

“Good,” Mila beamed. “Can we watch t.v.?”

“It’s getting late,” Elain said, huffing a laugh, a hand on her stomach. The morning sickness wasn’t as bad, but it tended to linger throughout the day. 

“Please?” Mila sang, big eyes pleading.

“Alright, but only for a little while,” Elain said. “When i say it’s time for bed, it’s time for bed.”

Mila jumped up on the couch, arms in the air. “Yay!”

Elain turned the station to a kid’s show as she pulled out her phone and texted Azriel, What did this child have for lunch? She has enough energy for all of us.

Azriel’s reply came a second later. Chicken nuggets.

Then, it was followed by, A cherry icee might have happened, too.

Elain laughed to herself as she typed out, Oh, good. Get her all sugared up then leave her with the pregnant woman.

“Lain, do you have ice cream?”

Elain shook her head. “How about an apple?”

Mila groaned. “Fine.”

As Elain went into the kitchen, her phone vibrated in her hoodie pocket. Azriel had said, I can always come home. I’m only ten minutes down the road if you need me.

Have fun, Elain had texted back. Enjoy yourself. We’re good over here. After adding a green heart emoji, she pressed send. 

After washing an apple and cutting it into slices, Elain walked back into the living room, where Mila was snoring, using Ginger as a pillow. Shaking her head, Elain took her place at the other end of the couch.

When she pulled her phone out of her pocket, it read, Kiss Mila and the baby goodnight for me.

Elain’s cheeks turned pink as she smiled. Every night, Azriel pressed his soft lips to Elain’s stomach, to the bump that had formed there.

I will, Elain had typed back. Always.

~~~~~~

“I feel bad for leaving Elain,” Feyre frowned. “She deserves to have fun, too.”

“She offered,” Nesta reminded her. “Besides, she’s been up at the crack of dawn puking her guts up. The woman needs to take sleep when she can find it.”

Feyre agreed before taking another shot.

Shots were on Mor, and the rounds kept coming. Feyre had already texted Rhysand once, to see where Cassian and Azriel were taking him, but he had replied that he didn’t know, that it was a surprise, and that he was scared shitless because any surprise that involved Cassian was asking for trouble.

Feyre didn’t disagree. 

“One week from today,” Amren began, eyes bright, intoxicated, “you’ll be a married woman.”

“Any idea where you’re going for the honeymoon?” Mor asked. “Rhys let anything slip?”

“Not a thing,” Feyre groaned. “And it’s been driving me crazy.”

“Any guesses?” Nesta asked.

Feyre took a second to think about it. Yes, she had guessed a few times over the past weeks, but Rhysand had let nothing slip. “My guess is Adriata. He knows I love the beach.”

And even now, as Autumn was beginning, Adriata was as warm and sunny as ever. But every time Feyre had guessed as much, Rhysand just shrugged and said, Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.

The handsome bastard. 

“You know what we should do?” Mor asked, then looked to Nesta. “Designated driver, pull the car around, please. We have to get the bride prepared for her honeymoon.”

Feyre groaned, but Nesta was already on her feet, hurrying out the door.

Five minutes later, they were gathered together in Nesta’s car, driving down Main Street. 

“Where are you taking me now?” Feyre asked, exasperated.

“You’ll see,” Mor crooned.

The endless list of surprises was about to drive Feyre insane.

They pulled up to a little lingerie shop and dragged Feyre out of the car.

“Is this necessary?” she asked. “Rhysand prefers me naked.”

Mor rolled her eyes as Amren said, “You can’t go on your honeymoon without a solid selection of overpriced lingerie.”

Feyre laughed, unable to argue as they entered the shop.

The room was filled with lace and silk, varying in styles and choices.

“Fine,” Feyre sighed. “Everyone pick out something and I’ll get it, no questions asked, but after this, we drink!”

Feyre was answered with laughter and hollering as she crashed in a chair near the dressing room. 

She would be married, Rhysand’s wife, in one week. It almost didn’t seem real. Everything was going so well, so smoothly, so beautifully, even with the rushed planning.

One week, with her girls by her side, and apparently a bag packed full of lingerie, ready to go wherever the hell Rhys was taking her after the ceremony... She would be her best friend’s wife.

~~~~~

 The back of Cassian’s truck was down, a twelve pack of shitty beer sat on the unhitched gate, and rock music poured from the radio as the three friends played basketball on the small court along the Sidra. 

Rhysand’s mom used to take the three of them there, from the time they were in middle school and fell in love with the sport. It had always been a safe haven, so it made sense why his two closest friends would gather an ass-ton of beer and take him to the court for some bonding before he got hitched in a week.

Cassian had a beer can pressed to his lips as he dribbled the ball to the free-throw line. 

“Anything new about Eris?” He asked.

Azriel cleared his throat. “No, but Amarantha calls and leaves a voicemail every other day, claiming the prick won’t give up. Which, I believe. Eris isn’t the type to be told he can’t have something and drop it.”

Azriel had gone to court a few days prior, and Eris had left furious after he’d been granted nothing. It was a win, but Rhysand could tell Azriel’s worry lingered.

“No matter what happens, she’s going to get older, you know? Eventually, she’ll have questions about them both, and I’m going to be the bad guy for saying, your mom’s in prison, and your dad’s a dick. Sorry, can’t see either of them.”

“Doesn’t make you a bad person for wanting to protect her,” Rhysand said. Cassian raised his beer in agreement.

“So I hear,” he mumbled, and surely Elain had been constantly telling him the same thing. “Nervous?” Azriel asked, where he stood beneath the hoop, undoubtedly hoping to get the conversation off of him.

“About playing against Cassian?” Rhysand asked. “Hardly.”

Azriel chuckled. “About getting married, dumbass.”

Rhysand grinned. “Not really. Nothing to be nervous about.” 

People were still around, the sun yet to have completely sink down, walking or jogging along the walk by the river. None of them seemed to care that they were drinking in a public area, or that their music was obnoxiously loud. 

“I’d be nervous,” Cassian muttered, throwing his empty can at his truck bed - and completely missing. 

“If you were marrying Nesta?” Rhysand asked. “Fuck, any man would be nervous. Or, you know, completely terrified.” 

Cassian snorted, but didn’t deny it. “About getting married in general. Everyone staring up at you, watching you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes as you proclaim your love…”

Azriel laughed, taking the ball away from Cassian and dribbling it up to half court. “That’s bullshit, you love attention.”

Cassian’s grin only widened. Rhysand said nothing as he watched Azriel dribble up to the three point line, all he could do is laugh as Cassian took a step forward to block his shot, but stumbled.

And yet, Azriel shot the ball and it missed the backboard by a foot.

Maybe they’d all had more to drink than they had thought. 

But none of them chased that ball as it rolled off the court, and out onto the grass, near the riverwalk.

Where a young man picked it up, saw Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel, and grinned.

So did his companion. 

Rhysand froze, and Cassian started charging forward, but Azriel quickly grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back.

Tamlin chuckled. “That’s right, control your bitch.”

He and Eris stopped at the edge of the court.

Those walking past must have sensed the tension, because they began receiving strange looks as they stood atop the court in silence. 

And yet, they all kept walking past. 

“I hear you’re getting married next week,” Tamlin went on, strutting onto the court, ball bouncing on the concrete. “I suppose I should congratulate you. And my beautiful Feyre.”

Rhysand said nothing, but Cassian spat, “Leave.”

“How about we play?” Eris suggested, but he was looking at Azriel. “It’s been a while since we played.”

“You’re not welcome here,” Azriel said.

“Where is my daughter, by the way?” Eris said, looking around. “With your whore, no doubt.”

Now it was Cassian’s turn to grab Azriel by the arm. It only made Eris’s grin wider and far more wicked. 

“We don’t want trouble,” Rhysand said, plainly. “Give us our ball back and go.”

Tamlin did no such thing. “I think a game would be fun. Me and Eris against Cassian and Az. Rhysand, you could referee. Wouldn’t want you getting injured so close to your big day. Feyre will need you to be able to...perform. We all know how needy she is in bed, especially on her wedding night.”

Rhysand’s jaw hardened. “Why are you here, Tam?”

“We were walking by,” he said, shrugging. “We can’t stop and say hello?”

“No,” Cassian said, plainly.

“Then perhaps we’ll stop and say hello at the wedding, instead,” Tamlin crooned. “I hear it’s not far from here. By the woods, along the Sidra…”

“If you show up at the wedding-” Rhysand growled, but he was cut off.

“You’ll what?” Eris laughed. “Ask us to leave like you’re doing now? How’s that approach working for you?”

“I’ll handle it,” Cassian said, voice low. “And, considering the state I left you two in after our last encounter, you know that’ll end.”

Eris’ smile faded. “You were lucky, filled with that unholy rage that’s landed you in a jail cell more times than I can count.”

Cassian took a step forward, and this time, Azriel didn’t stop him. “You know what you’re problem is?” Cassian asked, looking between the two of them. “You grow up, spoiled, getting everything you’ve ever wanted, and now, you have this unwavering entitlement that makes you think you’re fucking invincible.” He took another step forward. “But you’re not. One day, you’ll get what’s coming to you, and your daddys won’t be there to help you out.” 

Tamlin grinned as he met Cassian in the lane, closing the distance between them. “Spoken like a true bastard, who killed his own mommy and whose daddy didn’t want him.”

Cassian’s body went still.

Azriel’s face went pale.

Yes, Cassian had a lot of anger. And that anger came from somewhere. And that somewhere was just declared, outright, from Tamlin’s mouth.

Cassian didn’t talk about it, but Rhysand and Azriel knew. In high school, Cassian had found his mother dead in their living room. Then, unable to handle the pain of loss, he fled for weeks and no one saw him. The rumors that came from that were unbearable. But that’s all they were, of course, fucked up rumors.

That Rhysand was certain Tamlin and Eris had been the ones to spread.

“You need to leave,” Rhysand warned.

But Tamlin didn’t move.

Nor did Eris.

Instead, Eris pulled a small knife out of his pocket and flicked it open. He used the sharp tip to clean the dirt out from under his fingernails.

Utter rage consumed Azriel’s face. 

That man was Mila’s father.

Cassian was unleashed.

He instantly tackled Tamlin to the ground, Cassian’s fist colliding with his jaw. Then Eris was on the move, charging at Azriel, but he stood his ground.

Rhysand’s can fell out of his hand, spilling across the pavement as he moved toward them, one foot in front of the other, to where Tamlin now had Cassian held down, just barely, by his throat.

What happened after that was a blur of blood and chaos.

Women who walked past walked by quickly, and a few men eventually came to try and break it up, but they were only swept into the fight themselves.

It became an all out war.

“Call the police!” a woman yelled, and Rhysand had hardly heard her above the madness surrounding him, above the pounding in his ears. 

He had just brought a man down that had gotten him good in the nose when Rhysand spun around, and saw it.

Eris had Azriel pinned against the ground by his knees, one hand holding his face still, the other holding that knife to Azriel’s neck.

Azriel laid perfectly still, breathing hard. Any movement, and the blade would get him.

Rhysand screamed Eris’ name, but when he started to run that direction, he was caught by a random jogger who threw him against the court. Cassian was still tumbling around with Tamlin, completely unaware of what was happening outside of their feud.

It was then that a middle-aged man, who should have been nowhere near the court, stepped behind Eris and tried to haul him off of Azriel.

But Eris was strong, much stronger. He pulled the knife away from Azriel’s neck, only to push the man down with such force that Rhysand could hear him hit the concrete. Rhysand was already on his feet, moving as quickly as he could toward the scene, but he was still too far away.

Azriel took Eris’ distraction to his advantage, though. He grabbed the knife from Eris’ hand and stabbed him in the side. Eris cried out in agony, but Azriel was pushing Eris off of him, and was hurrying to the middle-aged man lying on the concrete, hazel eyes full of horror. 

“Call a fucking ambulance!” he screamed, his voice so loud, so panicked, that the fight surrounding them began to dissipate.

Even Tamlin looked at the sight, looked at Azriel hovering over the man, in horror.

Because he knew that man.

Cassian’s face paled as he dropped Tamlin to the concrete and, blood running from his nose, ran to his truck for his phone. 

Because lying on the ground, still as stone, was Isaac Archeron. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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