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szaryherbatnik ¡ 4 days ago
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Just finished reading the wicked book
I see so many people saying that elphaba is a very inspiring character and that shes relatable to a lot of people, that her story is very important, that her story matters. And although its mostly said through the filter of the movie i think its even more important in context of the book. Elphaba being convinced that she never accomplished anything, that everything she tried to do she failed at. And yet so many people consider her inspiring. I havent yet watched the musical, i dont know how it changes the book (probably a lot) but i too think if elphaba as inspiring despite it all. Because she tried.
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rottenrosethorns ¡ 2 years ago
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I see your looking for request, so I was more than happy to show up in your inbox
I came up with this randomly - anyway. Leon plans a weekend getaway/vacation for him and the reader. Somewhere where they can go swimming (beach,lake etc etc). Leon needs to relieve some tension. Leon and the reader share romantic night swim together totally on a whim, and just enjoy each other’s company, and tiny bit of smut just to top it all off.
much love x
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x afab!reader 
Genre: Fluff, Smut 
Synopsis: Disaster after disaster, Leon’s weekend plans seem to come to an unfortunate end; however, you convince him to try one last resort at a secluded campsite off the side of the road. 
Word Count: 4.4K 
Warning: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; swimming, bugs, unprotected sex, vanilla romantic sex 
A/N: all of my a/n are like “sorry for taking so long” and “it’s longer than expected” lmao. Thank you anon for requesting, i hope you like it! I really hope i got the romance translated through the story (if its subpar, im sorry, im tragically single LMAO) 
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“Hey, hey, look at me,” You reached across the center console to cup Leon’s cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Everything’s going to be okay, alright?”
Your voice hushes into a comforting whisper as you rubbed Leon’s cheek with a sad pout. Thankfully, your kiss seemed to soften his disarray of emotions as his frustrated wrinkles eased away as he let out a quick huff. Leon’s eyes were set looking through the windshield, avoiding your eyes at all costs as he wanted to avoid you picking up on his embarrassment. But, even without looking at him, you always knew what emotion he was feeling. You could clearly tell that Leon was disappointed in himself despite your attempts at reassurance. Leon sighed loudly, resting his elbow on the driver’s door as he looked down with his forehead resting in his left hand, “Everything was supposed to be perfect.” 
Optimistically, you tried to offer him a smile, but even you knew that you couldn’t argue with him about that one. Nothing was ever perfect, but this weekend trip was far from smooth sailing. Leon – being the vacation desperate man that he is – took the first chance to get out of town and booked a picturesque shoreside cabin for the extended weekend. It’s been way too long since he’s had a break, and all he wanted to do was spend time with you while reconnecting with nature. Well, the latter part was more so a suggestion from Leon’s therapist to which you essentially forced him to start seeing. Although he deemed it unnecessary even with his success of departing from the hardships of his trauma, Leon only agreed to comply with the treatments if you were doing them with him which included you enjoying the calmness that nature offered as well. A win is a win, you suppose. 
However, not everyone could be winners without losing once or twice, and Leon seemed to be on a streak today. With the cabin site a hefty four hours away from home, you were bound to run into some mishaps. But those mishaps quickly turned into mayhem as you faced the tribulations of Leon losing and finding his wallet, changing a flat tire on the highway, getting pulled over and let go with a warning, nearly missing a deer kissing the front bumper, and much, much more. Leon felt like he was fighting for his life more so on this road trip than being on an actual work mission. The only difference being that his enemy was the invisible universe instead of the normal mutated creatures and undead humans. 
Upon struggling to reach the cabinsite, Leon was relieved to pull into the parking lot of the front office and finally settle down after the hectic events of the day. But as if his trip couldn’t get any worse, the receptionist at the cabinsite pitifully informed you both that Leon’s booking confirmation never went through and that there were unfortunately no vacancies for the rest of the weekend. So now, you were both back in Leon’s car as he tried his best not to blow a fuse from the abundance of misfortunes. 
Just as you were about to respond back to him, your eyes shifted from Leon towards your phone screen that just lit up from being drained of its battery. Leon mistook your untimely silence as if you were condemning him at fault for being the reason why this trip was so disastrous. As he went to shift away from you, you quickly reached out and embraced his hands in yours, “We’re still going to have fun, okay? We’ve got a couple hours until sundown and I think I have an idea.” 
“You sure? If you don’t want to, we can go back home,” Leon offered with a downward turn on his lips. As much as he hated the idea of going back home and sitting idly within those same four walls of the house, Leon didn’t want you to feel as if you were being forced along with him to share the unexpected hardships of the road-trip. 
“Didn’t you say you wanted to reconnect with nature?” You laughed to yourself, already finding the imagery of Leon frolicking in the grass like some Disney princess amusing, “Let’s go here, I saw it on the way.”
Leon leaned over to look at the location you’d pull up on your phone, showing a small and secluded campsite hidden on the side of the road. Leon inspected the images with a skeptical look, “Are you sure? Those pictures seem kinda old, what if it’s not what it looks like anymore?”
You shrugged, “Then, we’ll find out and see.” 
“We don’t even have camping supplies.”
“Then, we get them.”
You and Leon stared at each other in silence as the proposition sunk in. After a moment, Leon sighed and started the car’s engine to drive off wherever you directed him to go. A part of him hoped that you wanted to tell him to turn around and go home, but the other part of him still wanted the weekend events to work out. After a bit more convincing, you managed to dissipate all his doubts and initiated yourself to take the responsibility for the rest of the trip. Although he was disappointed that his plans fell through, Leon couldn’t bring himself to put in more effort in the trip. During the ride, you constantly reassured him that nothing bad would happen although you both knew you really couldn’t promise that. It didn’t stop you from believing nonetheless. 
You directed Leon for a while until the car stopped at the nearest department store where you gathered all the necessary camping supplies and whatever food you wanted to last you the weekend. Thankfully, Leon’s mood started to brighten up as he chose your favorite snacks and even offered to buy you a cute stuffed teddy bear to keep you company. Was he slightly jealous that you were beaming at the plush? Maybe. But, he’d buy you anything to keep that smile on your face. 
Once satisfied with the purchase, you both departed the parking lot and drove until you found yourselves going down a tiny dirt path. The further you went down the road you started to second guess whether or not this was a good idea. It was a good half of a mile drive from the main road, and you were skeptical if there was even going to be a nice scene at the end of the road to settle in. The dirt road quickly started to disappear as the path became more and more overgrown as if no one had driven over it for quite some time. You cringed at the sound of the tree branches scratching the sides of Leon’s car as the edge of the forest got narrower. You really didn’t want the campsite to be bad and dampen Leon’s mood even more. You knew how much he needed a break, and you wanted to help make that happen. 
As you progressed deeper into the forest, the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach worsened. Leon seemed to notice your skepticism, “You sure this is the right place?”
You let out a nervous giggle, tightening your hold around your teddy bear, “Yes?”
Leon shook his head, unsure whether or not to believe you, yet he continued to drive forward blindly. You felt yourself holding your breath in anticipation as the thick trees looming over the road started to clear up. You lurched forward in your seat, rubbing your eyes from thinking that you saw something in the distance. As Leon approached, a laser flash of the sun’s reflection flashed your squinting eyes before you started to piece shining ripples on a water’s surface, “Is that a lake?”
Upon completely entering the clearing, your eyes were welcomed with a wide yet humble campground peacefully secluded from the main road. The campsite was equipped with a circle of rocks acting as a firepit with a small path leading down towards the sandbank and access to the lake from a wooden dock at the shore. Utterly breath taken from the sight before you, you awed the sheer capacity of the view. The lake was essentially crystal clear surrounded with rocks, cliff ledges, assortment of lush green trees, and a mountain. It was exactly what you’d see in a painting.  
Leon pulled off to the side, parked the car, and hopped out eagerly to deeply inhale the fresh scent of pine. You quickly followed after Leon and leaping into his arms for an open hug while laughing, “Is this okay?”
Leon snuggled into you, feeling happy for the first time today, “No, this is perfect, maybe even better than the cabin.” 
Leon tightened his arms for a moment as a silent thank you for your suggestion before putting you down and turning to soak himself in the view as well. While he was looking away, you couldn’t help but put yourself at ease from watching the smile on Leon’s face grow as the relief washed over him. 
You kissed his cheek and glanced at the campsite again, “Let’s set up for dinner before the sun goes down.” 
You and Leon tagged team setting up the tent and making dinner before sitting yourselves at the edge of the dock to eat and relax. 
“Can you believe that there’s places like this that actually exist?” You breathed a sigh of awe as you watched the reflection of the setting sun shimmer against the breeze induced ripples on the lake's surface. 
Unfortunately, your moment was partially ruined by some flying insects invading your vision and coming a bit too close for comfort as you swatted them away chaotically. Just as your bravery was set to dissipate, Leon aided in swatting the small swarm away. Shivering from the imaginative feeling of bugs crawling on your skin, you groaned in discomfort while rolling your eyes, “My knight and shining armor.”
“Is this your token of gratitude?” Leon feigned hurt by putting a hand over his heart dramatically, “Even after I aided your distress?”
You pushed him away with a laugh, yet your arms returned to rub them over your skin subconsciously. Even when you knew you were safe, you still felt vulnerable, especially out in the open, “I hate bugs.”
Leon hummed in acknowledgement as he intensely peered out into the scenic lake before perking up suddenly, “I have an idea!”
You eyed him suspiciously, moving your torso away and holding your hands up cautiously, “Uh-oh.”
“It’s not even dangerous,” Leon rolled his eyes, “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
You blinked, “Yeah, I don’t know about that one.”
“When have I ever put you in danger?”
“Let’s see,” You pointed each finger up, counting off the events as you recalled them, “Vegas, New York, LA – oh, don’t forget China too!”
“Alright! Alright!” Leon huffed with an exaggerated pout, “You have a point.”
“I always have a point,” You smiled in triumph, “Now-”
Leon cut you off by suddenly standing up and offering you a hand. You peered at his hand for a moment before shifting your eyes to his as you both silently communicated. Eventually, you decided to take his hand and let him lead you to wherever he planned to; however, instead of helping you stand up like you anticipated him to, Leon had pulled you forward and used the momentum of your imbalance to throw your body against his as he engulfed you in a hug and threw your bodies into the lake. 
Closing your eyes and holding your breath, you were completely submerged in the cool water. As quickly as it happened, you felt Leon’s hands grab your waist and help you break the surface and take a deep gasp for air. 
“Seriously, Leon?" You wiped the water droplets off your face and pushed your hair back,  "What are you like ten?" 
Leon’s hands moved from your waist to the back of your thighs and guided them to wrap around his waist as he floated around in the water. Leon smirked as you securely wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid to drift too far from him although you were safely near the shore’s edge, “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
You were about to question what he meant by that before you realized that the cool sensation of the water wore off the icky feeling of the bugs crawling on your skin. Upon seeing your face, Leon laughed in satisfaction, knowing that he was right. 
“Shut up,” You mumbled. 
Leon leaned into you closer, teasingly hovering his lips near yours, “What was that?”
“I said-” You took your chance to release his neck, cup a pocket of water in your hands, and splash Leon in the face. 
Leon released you, giving you a chance to swim away before becoming a victim to his revenge. You can’t remember how long you were in the lake for, but you definitely are going to remember the memories of laughing and smiling with Leon for the rest of your life. Before you knew it, the sun was barely over the horizon as the black and blue sky began to overtake the pink and orange hues. While distracted from looking at the sky, Leon swam towards you. 
“Come on, you’re getting cold,” Leon helped you gain your footing as you both trudged towards the firepit soaking wet. 
You squeezed out the hem of your shirt in efforts to reduce the amount of water on you; however, you remained drenched no matter how much you twisted and wrung the fabric. Turning towards Leon, you meant to ask him which bag he packed the towels to retrieve them but was promptly stopped upon seeing him sling off his shirt and wringing it out. You gulped as you watched the veins trailing down his arms to his hands enhanced as he tightly gripped the fabric of his shirt. Now with the moon high in the sky, Leon’s bare skin seemed to glitter as his muscles flexed. 
You felt like you would’ve stayed there forever had your thoughts not been interrupted from Leon’s chuckle, “Can I help you?”
Adverting your eyes and clearing your throat loudly, you awkwardly pointed towards his car, “Um, I'm gonna get the towels. Which – uh, which bag did you put them in?”
“I didn’t pack towels.”
“You,” Your jaw slacked, “You what?”
Leon shrugged, taking a nearby stick and propping it upwards in the ground near the fire and hung his shirt to dry, “I figured the cabin would’ve provided some, so I didn’t pack any.” 
You stood there dumbfounded, knowing that Leon did have a point despite his lack of preparedness, “We can’t stay wet like this, we’ll get sick.”
“There’s a fire right here,” Leon stated like it was obvious before hooking his thumbs around his waistband and stripping himself from his pants and undergarments. 
You gasped loudly, turning your back towards him as your wide eyes did their best to avoid being flashed, “Leon!” 
Your voice echoed out into the forest as Leon’s boisterous laugh filled the air as he slung the rest of his clothes over another stick, “Come on, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” 
Heat flushes your face as you bite the inside of your cheek from the imagery of Leon being completely unclothed, most times from events when you both were getting intimate, “T-That’s different!” 
You knew Leon rolled his eyes from the tone of his voice, “You can turn around now, I’ve got clothes on.”
Slowly, you peeked at Leon, making sure he was telling the truth before committing to fully view him. True to his word, Leon had dressed himself with his previous outfit hanging near the fire. He handed you your clothes he managed to grab and set up another row of sticks to set your wet clothes to dry. 
When he noticed you were still frozen in place, Leon asked, “What’s wrong?”
Quietly, you mumbled, “Can you turn around?”
Leon paused his movements before a wide smirk flashed across his lips, “What was that?”
“I said,” You huffed, annoyed, “Turn around!” 
Leon snickered at your embarrassment but ultimately complied as he turned his back towards you and patiently waited until you handed him your sopping clothes to be hung on his makeshift clothing line. Once you finished dressing and hanging your clothes to dry, you noticed Leon shuffling about inside the tent. You watched as Leon basically disassembled the bedding setup and placed it outside near the campfire, “You know those are supposed to go inside the tent, right?” 
For a while, you tried to decipher what he was doing while urging yourself not to scold him for placing the sheets on the dirt. Leon would set the sheets in one spot, crane his neck upwards before moving the sheets to another spot before doing the same thing again and again until he settled on a spot to his liking. He was a bit of a perfectionist and his wide smile proved that point even more as he sat down and patted the spot next to him eagerly. Playing along, you seat yourself next to Leon and follow suit as you both laid on the sheets to look up at the night sky. There you saw the blanket of darkness with billions of stars that seemed to glow brighter than it did in the city.
“See the big dipper?” Leon took his hand and placed it over yours with your pointer outwards as he stretched your arm out towards the sky and traced the shape of the constellation, “And, there’s the little one.” 
Leon continued to look up at the stars and educate you about the history of each constellation and the mysteries of outer space. You listened intently, soaking every story and fact that he had to tell, “Since when did you know all this stuff? I thought you hated astronomy and horoscopes.”
Leon shrugged, “I do, but then I watched this documentary.”
You laughed incredulously before returning to awe at the glittering specks above you, tracing the constellations’ patterns over and over again. From the forest to the lake to the stars, you felt at peace in the countryside and a part of you wondered whether you could make a life with Leon out here far into the future. While looking at the stars, a quick linear flash of light darted across the tail end of the Little Dipper, “Leon, a shooting star! Make a wish!” 
Instinctively, you brought your hands up to your chest in a mock prayer while dragging Leon’s hand in yours as you closed your eyes and made your wish. After a moment of silence, you turned towards Leon, only to be surprised that he was looking at you the whole time. Leon chuckled at your reaction, “What’d you wish for?”
“I can’t tell you, silly, or it won’t come true.”
“Fair,” Leon said without glancing away at you, “You want to know what my wish was?”
“It won’t come true if you tell me,” You said in a hush just above a whisper, noticing the twinkling in Leon’s eyes became brighter than the stars above you.
“What if it already came true?” 
Leon’s eyes traced the features of your face as the campfire’s flames illuminated your complexion. Slowly, Leon brought up a hand to cup your cheek as his thumb softly traced your bottom lip, “Can I kiss you?”
“You don’t have to ask,” You whispered. 
Immediately, Leon pressed his lips to yours in a loving embrace, only moving his lips slowly as if to slow down time and relish the feelings of this moment. You melted into his kiss much like all of his others, but you yearned for more as you broke the kiss to straddle his lap. Sitting up, Leon rested his hands at your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kisses you gave him. Grinding yourself onto Leon’s hardness, you helped each other take off your shirts before Leon dove forward to pepper kisses along your neck and collarbone. You arched your back, easing access for Leon to leave a few marks behind. Leon trailed his hands up and down your exposed back before dipping them into the hem of your shorts and gathered the fabric of your underwear in a gentle tug, causing the friction to rub against your clit. 
Leon pulled back for a moment, chest heaving from lust, “Are you sure you want this?”
“This isn’t our first time,” You giggled, running your fingers through his messy hair. 
“I know,” Leon said with his eyes flickering from your eyes to your swollen lips, “I’m just checking.”
“For?”
“If you want this,” Leon hesitated, pressing his lips in a fine line, “If you want me.”
You sat back, arms dropping to your sides as you peered at your lover confused. Leon rarely ever questioned your reasoning for staying with him despite all his history and his flaws. But, it was when the crackle of the fire paired with an extra large flicker of flame flashed the raw emotion of uncertainty in Leon’s eyes when you understood that it was the insecurity of all his history and all his flaws which clouded his mind with doubt. You had to step back and see things from his perspective for a moment. Of course, Leon was used to disasters in his everyday life, but now with all the great memories he’s created today, he was scared to lose it all now that the night was coming to an end. 
Knowing this, you smiled at him, holding his jawline with both hands as you pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. Leon responded with equal passion, but you could still sense a twinge of doubt within him. You pulled away, just enough to hover your lips over his as you rested your foreheads upon another, “Let me show you that I want this, that I want you.”
Leon gulped, eyes flickering between yours before slowly nodding and letting you take the lead. Taking his hands off your hips, you slid off his lap to fully undress yourself and guided him to do the same before reclaiming your place. You sat back, allowing enough space for you to dip your hand between your legs to grab Leon’s dick and slowly pump him at the base. Leon took a sharp inhale, eyes focused on your working hand. It didn’t take him long to get fully erect before you trailed your hand further up his shaft to drag his tip and spread your lubricant from pussy lips to clit. You spread the slickness along his shaft, causing him to hiss from the ease, “Don’t you need to prep? I can-”
You hushed him, “I’ll be fine, I need you in me right now.”
Leon twitched at your words, salivating from your eagerness. He didn’t want to lose his composure so quickly especially since you seemed to be holding on so well, but he was just as desperate to be in you and you were for him. Taking him back in your hand, you raised your weight in your knees and positioned yourself to take him in. Slowly, you sank down, allowing yourself the luxury of the initial painful stretch before using your body weight to bottom out. Leon’s face contorted with pleasure, using every ounce of self control that he could muster not to move your hips up and downwards as you took a moment to adjust to his size. Leon closed his eyes, taking shaky deep breaths in and out. 
You knew it was evil, but you purposefully prolonged your adjustment just to see Leon in this state. You found it endearing to see him so frustrated as you essentially cockwarmed him, but you knew you couldn’t keep this up for too long before Leon would turn the tables on you and make you regret testing his patience. So, with one last look of desperation on his face, you finally pumped your hips against his and took all of him. You hugged his wide shoulders and bit down on his skin as you dragged your walls against his veiny cock. The heat of your core plus the heat of the fire ignited a flush within you as the ember glow filled the air around you. 
Leon chose to show his appreciation by gripping your waist to push you back and leaving open mouth kisses on your breast and nipples. You arched your back, using his shoulders to hold for leverage as you continued to pump yourself on him. You could feel yourself beginning to tightened as you approached your finish and surely Leon could feel it too; however, Leon repositioned his hands to lift you off of him and on the blanket, so that you were lying on your back. 
“I was almost done,” You looked up at him with a pout from your stolen climax before a moan from your lips pierced the air as Leon entered you again. 
“I know, baby,” Leon hovered over you, lips on the shell of your ear as he whispered, “I just wanted to show you how much I wanted you too.”
With newfound passion, Leon rose back up and relentlessly pounded into your cunt. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with pleasure as you gripped his veiny forearms to keep yourself from shifting away due to his force. You cried out into the night air as your moans and whimpers became lost in the wilderness. Lost in the feeling of Leon’s heavy thrusts, you hadn’t realized he took your hands in his as he continued his pace. 
“Please,” You gasped, “I’m almost there.”
You felt the familiar clench in your gut as Leon aimed at an upwards angle, deliciously pressing against your g-spot. You gripped his hands harder as you begged him not to stop. Leon edged you on by whispering more dirty thoughts in your ear as he groaned between his speech. Once again, Leon’s lips found your their way up and down your neck before leaving hickeys around the soft skin of your breasts 
“Cum, baby, cum for me,” Leon thrusted one last time into you, hips stuttering as he held your hand and pushed himself impossibly deeper into you. You moaned loudly as you wrapped your legs around his sides and clenched around him as he pumped into you. You both laid there, taking a moment to catch your breaths before removing yourselves, cleaning up, and laying covered up to bask in each other’s after sex glow by the fire. 
“Thank you for a memorable weekend,” Leon caressed your cheek, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” You kissed him lovingly and snuggled into his side to share his warmth. Although the fire was more than enough, it could never compare to the warmth and comfort that Leon gave you. 
“What should we do tomorrow?”
“Probably, get that tire properly fixed.” 
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certifiedducky ¡ 4 months ago
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@tallwriter I wish they’d picked a lane.
In some episodes, they make him sympathetic and make it seem like he really cares about Adrien and that his motivation is not only to bring back his wife, but Adrien’s mother(eg. Gorizilla)
In other episodes, they make him significantly less sympathetic and more crazy/borderline evil. Like his motivation is to bring back Emilie because she’s the only thing worth anything, he’s even willing to hurt his own son to do it(eg. Cat Blanc, Ephemeral)
I wish they’d either:
made him a sympathetic villain who lost his wife and was too focused on grief to realize he was hurting their only child. That he started using the miraculous reluctantly, because he missed his wife and wanted Adrien to have his mother. And that eventually, the power of the miraculous got to his head, or after so many defeats he started gettting increasingly desperate. Basically what the movie did. Having marinette take a backseat in the fight, only for everything to come crashing down around Gabriel the moment he realized Cat Noir was his son and that’s who he was hurting, realizing how far he’d gone and how disappointed emilie would be, that’s SO gratifying.
OR
Have him be fully evil. Let him hate Adrien for being the reason Emilie died. Let him be spiteful and angry at the world, that he genuinely does not care what it takes, he’s bringing back Emilie. I even read one fic where his plan was the sacrifice Adrien. During the final fight, let him reveal everything to CHAT; again, let ladybug take the backseat. Let Adrien kick his ass but feel the emotional toll of the reveal, after which ladybug can pick up his slack.
I mean, really, the biggest crime season five committed was wrapping up the Gabriel Agreste story arc WITHOUT RESOLVING THE CHAT/ADRIEN/GABRIEL/HAWKMOTH TENSION. A baffling writer’s choice.
But yeah, basically the post i made the other day about how im not sure if i prefer Emilie to be a good parent or a narcissist ties into this one. If its the former, Gabriel could’ve been a tragic character. If it was the latter, she and gabriel were evil, shitty people from the beginning. i just can’t stand that in the actual show they couldn’t pick a lane.
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merlinssassybeard ¡ 3 years ago
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My horny ass waiting for some ex husband gojo content : (´;ω;`)
Oh my anon im sworryy i was sick when you sent in this ask. But here u go💕
I was listening to songs so expect mistakes😅.
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Series masterlist // Main masterlist
Ex husband Gojo
Random headcanon turned drabble
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Gojo doesn't care about personal spaces but when its you, he prefers ringing the bell and knocking rather than just warping inside.
Gojo comes to your apartment every time he's in town. He always brings gifts for his daughter and crazy souvenirs for both of you
Whenever Gojo comes to your apartment, he always says he's here for his daughter but would eventually pick her up in his arms and would have you engaged in small talks.
These small talks often lead to create a tension, a heat, between you two.
This heat is of two types though; one, the angry heat and the other, the sexual tension.
Although, both meet same ends. Angry heat leads to both of you fighting, mainly you because Satoru never looses his calm demeanor. He just leaves the gifts and the souvenirs and heads towards the door. Or if the fight gets too serious, he just warps away.
Whereas, the latter leads to you and Satoru placing your baby in her nursery and locking her room's door.
And then heading towards.... The master bedroom, where you sleep alone.
You make sure to lock your room's door as well after Gojo enters and stands behind you.
Upon locking the door and pulling the curtains down, you quickly rush over to crash your lips on Satoru's and the two of you engage in a long, rough, hungry kiss.
His hands travelled all over body starting from your head, his hands stroked your hair to your back, sliding down towards your plump butt you let out a moan as he grabbed them, tight.
The simple hungry kiss turned into a battle between tongues, fighting for dominance. You know you cannot just give up, afterall you're a special grade, so you kept battling your tongue with Gojo's. An innocent battle filled with lust, Gojo gave up and let your tongue in.
Just as he gave up though, you pulled out of the kiss, huffing for air.
Gojo didn't waste time and asked, "you okay honey?". For a moment, the whole world stopped around you, the noise of the city through window, the construction work going in your neighborhood. Everything. Went. Silent. Those words of his were the reason. So many past memories flooded your brain with a simple word 'honey'.
But you simply decided on brushing off his concern by frantically unbuttoning his shirt and that was enough to tell him that you are doing more than okay.
He helped you take off his shirt and you proceeded to take off your own Dora the explorer t-shirt. But you were taking too long to take it off so Satoru meddled in and kissed you while tearing off your t-shirt, to which you rightfully pulled a fistful of Satoru's snow hair while he pulled out from the kiss leaving a trail of saliva which you shamelessly licked off his wet and smooth lips.
You looked down, at the remnants of the tragic event that went down a decade ago, the still-visible scar on his chest, although faint but visible for sure. Your hand subconsciously stroked the scar soflty. Apparently, Satoru can have the scar gone, thanks to his reverse cursed technique but he doesn't. When you were married, he told you that it looks 'cool'. Yes, that's what he said and says everytime but YOU know that's not it and you also know he won't tell you but its okay, as long as he is happy with it, so are you.
You're thoughts came to a halt when he picked you up by your waist and threw you on your bed. Your hands grabbed the linens each side as you saw Satoru slowly approach you like a tiger approaching, waiting to pounce on the prey and enjoy every single pieces.
He locked his ocean eyes with yours as he neared your face and brushed off your bangs and placed a long kiss on your forehead. Slowing moving downwards to your left cheek, you right cheek, your nose and then your lips. His soft lips moved to your neck and gave a long kiss eventually resulting in a lovebite. He did the same on your collar bone and your chest. Satoru placed his hands on your bra covered breasts and looked at you as if though asking, "are you sure?"
You felt your heart racing, racing so fast you swear it'll burst out. Having your Ex husband after being separated, the feeling of it was different than when you were married, or even with all the men you had after he brutally wounded you with a divorce.
But you didn't care. No, you don't. You don't wish to care for something that has already happened in the past. Its absurd to think about all the pain of past. You have moved on that is why you look for potential partners or eventually a step father for your poor girl, or that is atleast what you've been telling yourself. Deep down though, deep down in your heart you know you can never move on from this snow haired sorcerer whom you have ended up giving your heart, your love, your mind, your body, your everything and yet somehow its not enough.
You noded your head giving him the permission he needed.
His hands slowly moved to remove your bra, he commented in between, "these look bigger than before, huh". You wanted to chuckle at his observation but you ended up smacking his head slightly. "Ow oww okay okay i get it they were big already! Okay?!", He replied in his most adorable voice. "They grow big after having kids Satoru", you said brushing his white hair away from his face. He simply smiled and kissed your clothed breasts, mumbling, "I'm grateful for everything, YN. Thank you for everything."
Your movements paused and eyes widened on his words. Those words weren't of lust or alike but felt as if though it came from deep down his heart. "..Toru..", you whispered.
Your whispers were silenced though as Gojo cupped your cheeks and pounced in to kiss your lips, a long kiss.
And then he pulled back and got off you. He quickly picked his shirt up and started buttoning it.
"Sa-Satoru?" You asked in puzzlement but he didn't reply.
"Satoru?" You enquired again but this time he only smiled at you before picking up his jacket. "Give pumpkin a kiss for me will ya!", He said in his cheery self with his signature three fingered peace sign and warped.
You just laid there, on the bed, in your bra and panty, alone, contemplating what happened....
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Bonus:-
Why didn't Gojo do it? Gojo didn't do it because he firmly believes that there's a boundary, a limit one shall not cross. Its because you both are separated, so he believes that he has lost all his right over you. Even though you don't mind to have him, he would still respect your pride and dignity over anything.
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donttellpeterparker ¡ 3 years ago
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Searching For You
NWH SPOILERS BELOW!
Summary: Peter had spent months searching for you, only to be seemingly in perfect health... in another dimension.
Requested: No
Word Count: 2.6k
Warning(s)?: GN!Reader, MJ being protective, NFW SPOILERS!, pure fluff, reader being clueless. 
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Searching For You
''We can confirm at least one person has been killed''
The sentence hung in the air stiffly, seeming to suck out the last remaining happiness in the air. The television was a mere echo now in the background, a reminder of the real world and what's happened in the last 24 hours. You had the feeling in your gut something was going to go terribly wrong and it did. The fact that Peter hasn't arrived yet or even called summed up your thoughts pretty well. You already knew what had happened before the words were uttered.
You came to two conclusions, either Peter was dead or Aunt May was. And it didn't take long for you to figure out that it was the latter. Aunt May had been there for you since you were young, she grown on you as a mother figure when things got tough with your family, before they tragically passed away in a car accident when you were 11, unfortunately one you had no recollection of. She took you under her wing and raised both you and Peter as if you were both her own.
All day you had this gut feeling and ignored it, you completely ignored it. Warning Peter didn't help, he refused to let both you and Aunt May stay at the hotel incase anything went wrong. You just wished you had stayed rather than her, it wasn't fair for Peter to become an orphan, he could lose you, not a parent.
Both MJ and Ned visibly shrunk and retracted into themselves, MJ crossing her arms over as she stared the magical cube with anger. You did as well, wishing to tear the thing into a million pieces. It ruined your lives the second it was created.
''Still nothing?'' MJ had asked Ned hopefully, though Ned conveyed a look with both of us that said otherwise.
''No'' he slumped, leaning into his chair even more. You decided to move off the wall and over towards Ned's dinning room table, sitting directly across from MJ and the cube. You grabbed the cube from the table and placed it directly in front of you, letting out a deep breath as you finally let the first tear roll down your cheek. You couldn't quite process anything at the moment, you felt numb on the inside and you suspected the pain would come soon enough.
''I'm gonna press it'' It was the first time you spoke up all evening. You reached forward and pick up the cube, glancing for you desired location.
''Im going to press the button, he hasn't responded yet and I'd promise that I would-''
''No, no I just... I just wish we could see him'' Ned spoke up, circling his arms as he did so. A flickering sound echoed from over near the kitchen and all three pairs of eyes turned to look. Your eyebrows furrowed together when you saw orange sparks fall from mid air, onto the ground then quickly disappear again.
''Ned'' MJ spoke, lifting her head.
''Yeah'' Ned responded, still entranced with what just possibly happened.
''Do that again''
''Yeah, I just wish we could see him'' Your eyes focused as Ned closed his eyes and tried to repeat the same motion just moments ago. this time, a small circle appeared with a different landscape in the middle before closing with the same orange sparks. Was that... no it couldn't be. You placed the cube back down on the table carefully and slowly turned around to face the kitchen and rise with both hands on the table.
''Did you just...?'' You trailed off, not even knowing how to formulate the words. Both MJ and Ned nod their heads profusely in your direction even though you couldn't see them.
''I just wish we could see Peter'' The circle opened again with a booming sound flowing through, the circle growing bigger till it was from ceiling to ground, orange sparks flying everywhere from the opening. You took a cautious step forward, glancing in as you noticed it was quite dark, brick walls on both side and a dumpster near the back. Was this supposed to be an alleyway? What was Peter doing-
Your thoughts were cut off as a figure began approaching the entrance, your eyes widen in fear.
''Close it Ned, like, right now'' Your voice shivered with fear, not liking how quickly the masked figure was approaching.
''Close it'' You begged, eyes widening so fast that you forgot to blink. MJ and Ned instead called out, believing it be the masked superhero.
''Peter! Peter!'' They both called out making you wince.  What if this wasn't Peter?
Before you could say anything as the masked person walks through, causing you to take a quick step back due to the proximity. How did the person get their so quickly-
Red and blue spandex welcomed your sight, though something was different. the mask and costume was.... nothing like you've seen Peter wear before as spider-man.
''Hi? No, no, no, no it's okay it's okay, I'm nice guy I-'' The unknown person was cut off by a flying pillow courtesy to Ned's mother who stood terrified in her spot near the archway.
The mask was quickly taken off, showing a head of brown hair and chocolatey brown eyes. This man stood a good few inches taller than yourself, his eyes dancing across everyone in the room.
''Who the hell are you?'' MJ asked from her spot, hands in front of her in self defense.
''i'm Peter Park- wait, Y/N?'' Your eyes instantly shot up to the sound of your name falling from this stranger's lips. The goosebumps flew across your skin at the sound of your name, a mere whisper into the air that made your breath catch in your throat.
''How do you know who I am?'' You asked in confusion, taking another step back away from this so called Peter. His face seemed to have conveyed an emotion you couldn't quite read before returning impassive.
''Sorry you just... remind me of someone'' It didn't take a genius to realise he was lying.
''I'm Peter Parker, I'm Spider-man in my world, and yesterday, I was just here... wow, string theory, multidimensional reality and matter displacement, all real?'' MJ, Ned and you all looked to each other and nodded in unison before glancing back at the new guy. He seemed to have beamed to himself, throwing a fist into the air in happiness.
''This has to be because of the spell'' Ned whispers loud enough for both MJ and I to hear. Mj and I turn to face him in slight confusion before following along. The spell. You quickly looked back to Peter tilted your head to the side, studying his features. He was quite tall compared to the Peter you knew, he had very dishevelled hair and a beard forming just on his chin, though it was only a stubble. His eyebrows were wide and thick which seemed to fit his appearance. Even his lips were outlined just perfectly- wait, you were not seriously beginning to think this was guy anything close to... cute?
Though you had a hard time trying to convince your heart of that, especially seeing as it picked up a pace or two, followed by a small unknown twinge. Of course, while you had absentmindedly studied Peter, the three of them got lost in conversation about magic which quickly bounced you back into reality.
''Prove it'' MJ states.
''Prove what?'' Peter looks at her in confusion, shrugging his shoulders before his eyes fall back onto you. They seem to linger for a little longer than they should before he glances back to Ned and mj.
''That you're Peter Parker'' you nodded your head to him in agreement, needing to see it to believe it yourself. Today has just been too much that there was no way you could take him at his word, despite deep down already believing him for some unknown reason.
''I don't exactly carry an ID on my, kinda defeats the whole purpose of a masked superhero thing-'' Peter was cut off once a loaf of bread softly hit his chest. You tried stifling a laugh when it came in contact then fell to the ground, him not moving an inch, instead just raising his eyebrows in response.
''Why'd you do that?'' he asks, shrugging his shoulders.
''I was trying to see if you have the tingle thing'' MJ responds, hands raised in front of her once again growing suspicious. However, you let out a genuine laugh at the absurdity of the situation altogether. Peter glanced at you and smiled, his eyes creasing at the sides slightly.
''I have the tingle thing, just for bread'' You smiled and tilted your head again, eyes searching for something else to test. Your eyes landed on an apple on the dinning table in the middle of the fruit bowl. Your hand swiftly picked it up and you took a bite before throwing the apple at Peter, Peter catching it instantly in his left hand. You nodded in disbelief.
''Please don't throw any more stuff'' Peter said, mainly at you with a soft smile. Peter glanced down at the bitten into apple and proceeded to take a bite himself, smirking in your direction. You barely knew the guy though it was as if you've known him your entire life. Things were getting stranger by the second.
''You're a deeply mistrusting person and... I respect it'' He states, adoring a smile before jumping a little in his spot, shooting his right hand up to grip onto the ceiling. you took a step forward without realising and gasped at his spider-like reflexes.
''Crawl around'' MJ instructs, holding another loaf of bread in her throwing hand. Peter faces her with disbelief.
''Crawl around?''
''Yes'' MJ quickly chirps back.
''No''
''Please, Peter can so if you are him... as well... you can too'' You butted in, folding your arms over your chest in a friendly way, throwing him an encouraging smile in the process. he looks at you and shakes his head with a smile, redness beginning to spread across his cheeks. He couldn't believe that after all this time of studying and working that he was able to find you. Given you were in another dimension but that wasn't going to stop him and it didn't. He had wanted to tell you everything but he knew now wasn't the time, things needed to happen first before he could begin down that confusing path.
Ned's mother had come in again from her place of shock and asked Ned to convey a message, not wanting to speak up herself in fear, Ned sighed.
''My mother wants you to get the cob web seeing as you are up there'' Peter shook his head but did it anyway, throwing his mask into his mouth as he crawled aside to the other wall and took care of the cob web, hoping down afterwards. He went to speak but was muffled with the mask so he quickly dropped it.
''Are we good?''
''For now'' MJ responds, pulling Ned by his shirt to speak with him quietly. MJ was about to grab you as well but Peter had walked over to you first.
''Do you believe me?'' It seemed important to him that you did and it worried you. How could you have no idea who he is but he seems to know you almost as if you were... friends? You shook your head to clear the thought.
''Maybe... if you tell me how you know me and I... don't know you'' You bit your lip. Peter's eyes fell to this action before quickly glancing away, wiping his face.
''It's a long story, just know that I'm not here to hurt you, in fact, I have spent the past 3 months trying to find you'' 3 months?
''That doesn't make any sense, 3 months ago I was-'' Peter knew what you were about to say and dread instantly flooded him.
''In a coma, due to a falling accident off a building, you barely made it out alive'' He got choked up near the end and glanced away from you, almost as if he was feeling guilty.
''How could you possibly know that?'' Maybe this wasn't Peter, maybe this was another villain in disguise. maybe this one could mind read and was trying to manipulate you and your friends.
''I can explain everything please, just trust me'' He reached for your hand and clasped it with his own before letting it go hastily, scolding himself for doing that. Your eyes furrowed when you felt the heat from his touch and the tingles that were left behind. A headache was soon forming and you began to feel overwhelmed, this was all too much to handle on top of everything else.
''Look, our friend needs help and I think you can help him, but I think that... deep down, I don't want to be around you, almost like... it hurts to be'' The words were flowing out of the deepest part of you though you had no idea where they originated from. They were truthful, there was a twinge of pain when being near this Peter and it had a familiar lingering feeling. Your eyes didn't miss the hurt that flashed across his face, the disappointment and understanding settling in. That was more painful to watch then anything.
''I understand, if that's what you want then I'll leave, forever, I just...'' He stopped and took a step closer, bringing you both only inches apart. Your breathing hitched in your throat as your welled up with unshed tears. It was the weirdest thing to feel such heavy emotions without even knowing where they were coming from in the first place.
His hand instinctively found your cheek and his thumb lightly caressed. the same warmth and tingles came rushing back to the surface, making your cheeks go beet red. You almost wanted to look away sheepishly in embarrassment but something inside of you was refusing to let you do that.
''Need to do this before I lose you again'' He swiftly bent down and closed the gap, placing his soft plump lips onto yours in a sweet, loving, chaste kiss. he pulled away soon after despite the rush you both felt once your lips made contact. Your eyes had fluttered shut for that moment, not even processing what was happening till he pulled away and dropped his hand from your cheek. The cold instantly hit once he took a few steps back, glancing behind you to MJ and Ned who watched on in complete bewilderment. You bit your bottom lip as your eyes never left his face even though he didn't glance in your direction again. Your heart was beating like crazy now, as if it had finally awoken after a long slumber.
Who was this guy?
''Come with us, we know where to find Peter'' Ned spoke.
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A/N: I don't know how to feel about this, I wanted to try a piece where the reader knows of TASM Peter but forgets about it in this world and when he arrives after searching for them for so long emotions get high but they don't remember anything, if anyone would like me to make this a mini series or with another part let me know! I'd love to discover this possible further and unravel the story even more. Much love xx
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astriiformes ¡ 2 years ago
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Ooh, how bout 3 and 29 for the ao3 wrapped questions?
Answered 3!
29 - Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
Cheating a little here and posting two just because they have hilariously different vibes that I think, collectively, really showcase some of my strengths as a writer -- I'm realizing with a lot of what I've posted this year and last year that one of the things that makes me stories distinct is a real blend of dark, heavy elements (often whumpy, always very hearfelt) and comedy
For the former category -- I still really love all the speeches from the resurrection scene at the end of Aurum Horizontale, but Keyleth's turned out especially poignant, I think, because it walked a very fine line calling attention to the irony of the whole AU concept without feeling too heavy-handed about it:
“Maybe I was just dumb,” she said. “Maybe I was… I was imagining things, when we talked. But I’ve never been very good with people, and ever since our first conversation it was so exciting, feeling like you and I just… clicked. Like we understood each other, even though we’re such totally different people. And I always thought… I always…” Giving a particularly loud, choked sob, Keyleth picked up one of Percy’s hands and held it for a moment, like a lifeline. It took a while for her to gather herself to continue. “I was probably just being stupid,” she said. “Like, how could I know? But sometimes, I found myself thinking that hey, in another universe or something, where I got to see you more than like, one night a week, and we could go get stupid levels of drunk together and I could hug you and where you weren’t stuck in a living nightmare, we could’ve been each other’s best friends. I think… I think I thought about that a little too much, honestly. About coming here, and freeing you, and getting to take you to my favorite shitty bars, or maybe even Zephrah someday. And maybe you don’t want that. Maybe that part was all in my head. But I guess… I guess I’m just not okay with living in a universe where I never get to find out, you know? It was always an “if,” and it’s still an “if,” but if I never find out for real… I’m going to live a long time, probably, and I don’t want to spend all that time wondering. I don’t want you to be gone.”
And as for the latter, comedic category all the chat sections of Several Witches Are Typing were a lot of fun to write -- I would never write a full chatfic, I think, but as an important element of a larger story where it thematically "fit" it was a very fun exercise in character voices to try to figure out how all the kids would text (Tragically, I failed to predict the wildly out-of left field nonsense that is Hunter's actual, canonical texting style, but I'm not even mad because it's funny and perfect)
Anyways, this was a favorite of those:
9:53PM 9/21/20 - lyregirl💖: hey caleb 9:53PM 9/21/20 - lyregirl💖: u know all the coven heads 9:53PM 9/21/20 - lyregirl💖: im dying to know if you have dirt 9:56PM 9/21/20 - Guard102311304: What does dirt have to do with my rank? 9:57PM 9/21/20 - griffin_mama: She means like do you know anything embarrassing about any of them 10:03PM 9/21/20 - Guard102311304: Terra talks to her plants all the time. 10:03PM 9/21/20 - hello_willow: hey, i talk to my plants😕 10:03PM 9/21/20 - Guard102311304: Captain, I can guarantee that you are infinitely more normal about it. 10:03PM 9/21/20 - hello_willow: oh well thank you  10:03PM 9/21/20 - hello_willow: 💚🌱 10:05PM 9/21/20 - Guard102311304: Kikimora’s ringtone is “Material Ghoul.” 10:05PM 9/21/20 - lyregirl💖: 🤣🤣🤣 10:05PM 9/21/20 - griffin_mama: No WAY 10:06PM 9/21/20 - griffin_mama: What about Belos 10:06PM 9/21/20 - lyregirl💖: omt yes tell us about the emperor 10:09PM 9/21/20 - Guard102311304: That would be a betrayal of his trust in me. 10:09PM 9/21/20 - griffin_mama: Wow you must know something REALLY embarrassing 10:09PM 9/21/20 - Guard102311304: No. I just respect him. 10:10PM 9/21/20 - griffin_mama: sounds like something somebody who knows something super embarrassing about the Emperor would say 10:11PM 9/21/20 - Guard102311304: It does not.
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vibraniumwing ¡ 4 years ago
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wildest dreams.
a steve rogers x fem!reader wherein the reader falls in love with the super soldier who can’t seem to let go of the past. 
WARNING: angst, one-sided relationships, set four years after the snap. 
A/N: hello !!! this is the first marvel fic i’m posting and i am very nervous about it aha. i hope all of you would like it though !! i’m kind of back into the flow of things for writing (since im on a one week break from school) but im still trying to maneuver through it. this is inspired by wildest dreams; complementary tissues are here if needed.
word count: 3.7K.
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Your attitude died the same day your little brother turned to dust in your arms four years ago. The fear and pain his face had was burned into the back of your mind, haunting you on a daily basis; his cries echoing in your head.
But things seemed to change when your aunt introduced you to the talks the remaining Avengers had weekly for the people who were still struggling with the sudden loss of their loved ones; seeing and meeting people who were going through the similar struggle as you helped a lot in coping with the eternal torture that you had. 
That’s when you met him; the man who held your heart in the palm of his hands. Steve Rogers. 
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“How come you’ve only started going to these meetings after four years?” Kenzie, a girl who’s a few years younger than you asked, causing everyone in the meeting circle to look at you. Your eyes widened at the sudden question, feeling a slight tinge of pink creep up on your cheeks at the attention you’ve gained. 
You bit your lower lip as you contemplated whether or not to answer the question, “I- I had a hard time accepting my brother’s gone since he's my only family. I locked myself up for the last four years, rarely talking to anyone until my aunt forced me to get into these types of things and well now I go here whenever my days get really bad. I had to move on somehow.” You answered, tone laced with truthfulness, giving her a small smile. 
“Well we’re both glad and proud you’re here and that you’ve decided to move on from what happened.” Steve spoke up, making everyone look at him, including you. His blue eyes peering into yours, giving you a small nod which you reciprocated, the eye-contact causing the others words of agreement and encouragement to be drowned out. 
The rest of the meeting flew by as normal as the superhero continued to talk about how everyone should move on from what happened一  accompanied with the occasional stolen glances Steve gives you一 and soon enough, everyone was giving each other hugs and bidding their goodbyes until the next meeting.
You were grabbing your jacket when someone tapped your shoulder, looking back you saw the super soldier look at you with a somewhat nervous glint in his eyes, “You’re Y/N, right?” He asked, showing you a small grin as he pushed his hands inside of his pocket. 
“You have the right person, Mr. Rogers.” You answered, unsure of why he would suddenly come up to you.  It didn’t even take you a second to register the rather homey smell of laundry detergent and a hint of a manly perfume you couldn’t put a name on that he sported. 
“I’ve been seeing you a lot in these sessions一 I, I was wondering if you would like to go grab some dinner sometime?” He asked awkwardly, unsure of how to sentence the thoughts that were inside his mind. 
Your eyebrow quirked at the male who was normally eloquent and sure of his words, is now fumbling over how to ask you out for dinner but who were you to say no to such a rare opportune to spend some time with the male, “I… I would love to.” 
And that was the start of it all. 
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At first he was worried about the situation the both of you had, fearing that you might be hated for once the word goes out to the public that you were dating him so you compromised, telling him that no one has to know what the both of you do; that it was okay for him to keep you as his secret, admitting that all of this gave you a thrill.
Until eight months later, Steve had finally said he had enough of hiding and offered to take you to the Avengers compound where he introduced you to the rest of the heroes who were working hard to keep everything intact after the tragic event that happened a little well-over four一almost five一 years ago.
“Steve, do you think they liked me?” You had asked him, eyes trained to the ground as the both of you walked around the Facility, hands tucked behind your back as the cool air of the setting sun wafted around the both of you. There was silence on his end before he spoke up, “Nat wouldn’t have choked on her drink at that joke you made if she didn’t.” 
You looked up at him, a hopeful smile adorning your lips, “So does that mean I’m accepted here, then?” It was kind of ridiculous to ask that question after hearing him just say that Natasha laughed at your joke, but all he did was nod and wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in. 
“Even if they didn’t, they have no choice. You’re stuck with me.”
The mere memory made you smile as you drove into the facility, having the intention of surprising him with a gift you had made him; a painting of the first photo you two took together, at Time Square.
You and Steve were on another spontaneous road trip; he was free for the day and had asked you to accompany him to drive around New York and before you could even decline, he was already knocking at your apartment door, ready to pick you up. 
The day was filled with quiet laughter as you introduced him to newer music and those timeless masterpieces that he missed out on during his 70 year freeze. “I can’t believe you don’t listen to Queen! That band is a whole icon!” You called him out as you started to play Bohemian Rhapsody in the background. “I’m introducing you to the basics.” 
“Hey I don’t have as much free time as you, you know.” Steve said, stepping on the gas as you two finally entered the rather empty streets of Times Square. 
Your day was filled with laughs and banter as you continued to introduce him to newer songs, occasionally playing some older tunes that he could enjoy himself and talked about how his life was before he was dunked into the ice. “Must’ve been a real hard time for you to grasp on to everything suddenly being so modern.” You commented, looking up from your phone to give him a small smile. 
“Oh trust me, it gave me quite the shock waking up to see everything so… new and foreign. But I had to learn一adapt even to what happened.” He started off, slowing down the car for him to look up at the large skyscrapers. “I had to move on or else I would still be miserable until now.” He said, tongue clicking at the top of his mouth. 
The car came into a full stop making you look at him in confusion. “Why’d you stop the car?” But he didn’t answer, instead he got out and jogged around the car to open the door for you. You stepped out, brows still furrowed. “We didn’t have the luxury to take that many photos back in the day and I would regret it if I didn’t have one with you.” He said, rubbing the nape of his neck. 
Breaking out into a smile, you agreed almost instantly and pulled your phone out, quickly opening the camera. “This is a selfie, alright?” You said, not forgetting to tease him, earning you an eye roll from the male. “I’m not that outdated!” he retorted, pulling you into him as he motioned you to take the photo. 
You were snug in his arms as you put the phone up, “To more memories with you, Captain.” 
You were all smiles the moment you parked your car and grabbed the canvas from the trunk, heading inside the compound where Nat instructed you to go around when you bumped into Rhodey who was quick to recognize you, “Hey you’re Cap’s girl, right?” which made you shake your head hesitantly, causing the other to look at you with a bamboozled expression. “What do you mean ‘no’?” 
“Well, Steve hasn’t asked me out officially but that’ll change soon enough. I made him this gift and will actually ask him. A bit odd I know, but if neither of us would make a move then this would probably drag on.” You confessed, grinning at the soldier excitedly who now had an amazed expression on his face. “Alright then. He’s in the office with Romanoff so knock yourself out.”
You were nearing the office when you overheard the conversation between assassin and Steve. 
“So when are you officially going to ask Y/N out?” The female asked, making your heart race in anticipation and hope that he might actually ask you to be his soon. However, the quietness that followed made your excitement go down and your heart to drop to your stomach; the giddiness you were feeling was replaced with worry as negative thoughts started to infiltrate your mind. 
A sigh was finally heard from the other end, “Nat, I haven’t been completely honest with you. I… I don’t think I ever will.” The latter started off, heaving another sigh as a shuffle of feet was resonating through the quiet room. “It’s just… Y/N’s a great girl you know? I thought I could love her but she’s一 she’s not like Peggy.”
You could hear Nat scoff lightly, probably in disapproval, “Then why’d you lead her on like this? That’s an asshole move from you, Steve.” and you couldn’t agree more. Your mouth was held over your mouth as you tried your best not to make any sound, wanting to hear more from his side before you make your presence known; in foolish hopes that he might be able to move on and be with you instead. 
“I… I honestly don’t know how to bring it up to her. She seems so happy with me and I don’t have the heart to tell her I don’t like her the same way she does with me.” He answered, voice laced with regret and guilt that he made you believe in something that wasn’t even possible in the first place.
That’s when your dreams of being with him was shattered; the visions you had of being in a family with him and living the rest of your days together were turned into dust. You were aware of the history Steve had with the woman; how he met her before subsequently falling into the ice that would freeze him. He made you feel so loved and convinced you that what you were feeling was reciprocal to his but you were wrong. 
So damn wrong. 
Suddenly, the promises he made of being with you until time permits became a blur to you, those late night talks of imagining what could happen if he and the others were to save the world and him bringing back your younger brother seemed like a far-fetched dream which shattered you even more. 
So with every strong fiber that you had left within you, you re-emerged from your hiding spot and looked at the two heroes, Steve being the first one to see you, the color from his face drained. “Y/N I could expl一” 
“Save it. Delete my name from your contacts, Rogers. I’m sorry I was foolish enough to think you would like me.” You told him, walking over to where he was to give the painting you worked so hard on, shoving it into his hands and mustering up the courage to look at him again. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t be your best girl.” 
And then you ran, pretending not to hear him calling out for you; you ran all the way to the parking lot and by the time you could lean onto the door of your car, you were breathless and choking on the tears you fought hard to not spill but it was all too much. 
As you drove away, a part of you hoped he ran after you but you were foolish enough to even hope so because he never did.
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You sat by the window of your brother’s room, looking out into the empty streets of Manhattan. After the incident with Steve, you were left to fend for yourself again and it left you feeling lonelier than ever. He never contacted you, not even once after everything the two of you have been through. It seems like you were just a memory that was easy for him to forget. 
Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again when you heard something swoosh from the other side of the room. Snapping your head to the side, you could see something or someone form from dust and that’s when you realized it was your younger brother. 
Rising to your feet, you sprinted over to where he was, “Xavier?” You whispered, choking up on tears as your little brother’s doe eyes looked up at you in disbelief and fear. He was only five years old when he disappeared into nothing and it looks like he hasn’t aged even a day. His arms immediately sprung up to ask for your embrace to which you complied with. 
You scooped the toddler up in your arms and hugged him tightly, fearing he might disappear again. Then you heard it, the streets outside were filled with screams of confusion and terror as people started forming again one by one, chaos ensuing outside of your quiet home; but you were tranquil, because you knew Steve had kept his promise of giving you your brother back, of making everyone else return. 
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It's been a good week since everyone has gone back, people still trying to process everything that has happened. Families were and still are reconnecting, businesses and government officials are trying to get a hold of things together. 
Your life was slowly going back to normal. Your little brother was back meaning the small house you live in is starting to be filled with joyous laughter again as the little tyke's energy was bursting at the seams. 
You and your aunt watched as Xav played with the teddy bear she got for him upon her visit, "Everything seems so much lighter with the little troublemaker around, isn't it?" She asked, glancing at you as she continued to knead the dough of the cookies she's making for you and your brother. 
"It definitely is. Suddenly this place feels like home aga—" Your sentence was cut in the middle when a loud knock came from your door making your brows furrow. 
"Oh were you expecting anyone?" Your aunt asked, you shook your head in response but before you could answer her your brother's voice resonated through the house. "I'll get it!" but what you expected next was the last thing you could have ever expected. 
“Y/N! It’s- It’s Captain America!” Xavier’s voice was a pitch higher due to his excitement upon seeing the superhero then his laughter soon followed. Your aunt gave you a surprised yet knowing look, motioning you to go to the door. “You better go and ask the man what he wants from you. I’m not listening to your excuses, go.” 
You knew better than to argue with the woman so you slowly made your way to the front door where you saw Steve who sported a few wounds to his face carrying your little brother, his smile wide as he answered questions the child asked. “I think Cap has had enough questions to answer, Xav. Go back inside.” You told him, much to the five year old’s dismay. 
“But Y/N! I haven’t asked一” “I’ll be back later to answer those okay? Go listen to your sister.” Steve was the one to answer now, setting Xavier down and patted his head. He gave the super-soldier a thumbs up and ran inside, giddily telling your aunt that he got carried by the blonde. 
The two of you stared at each other quietly, before you decided to speak up. “How about we go to the backyard and speak there, yeah?” You offered, making some room for him to enter the house, to which he agreed with, entering your humble home. Upon closing the door, you whispered a quiet “let’s go” to him and led him to the back of your house. 
You sat down by the lone tree that stood in the middle of your garden, patting down the space next to you. “So what brings you here?” You asked once he sat down, turning to the male with a small yet hesitant smile. 
“I’m returning the infinity stones tomorrow but before that I want to apologize.” Steve started off, looking into the distance as he couldn’t bring himself to look into your E/C orbs that he once found comfort in, fearing that it might be filled with hatred for him. “I’m not sure how much you heard that night but I have… no excuse for what I did to you. I thought I could love you, that I could move on but I guess I’m still stuck in the past.” He admitted, tone quiet and soft like the rustles of the leaves that hovered above the both of you. 
“I came to you because you reminded me of Peggy. It was selfish of me to even approach you with that intention in the first place but I can assure you that every moment we shared together is something that I cherish deeply. Even一 even the first kiss we had right under this tree right here.” He finished, a sad sigh following his sentence. 
It was a cool night and you were drifting off to sleep when you heard something tap the windows of your room, causing you to sit up and walk towards the source of the noise to see Steve gathering more rocks. Opening the window, “Steve? What on earth are you doing here?” You asked, amused at his antics that seemed too out of character even for him. 
“I came to see you! You aren’t going to the session tomorrow, right?” Steve said, motioning you to come down. His smile was big as the moon shined over him, defining his facial structure even more despite the darkness of the night. 
You shook your head in disbelief, you had told him that you weren’t going to attend this week due to the fact that it was supposed to be your brother’s tenth birthday today and you had every intention to celebrate for him. “Go to the back! I’ll meet you there.” You told him, motioning to the garden at the back of your childhood home. 
You quickly threw on a pair of pajama pants and headed down, grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen pantry before heading out to the backyard where you saw him sitting down by the tree and waved for you to come on over to him. 
You plopped down next to him and his arms were instantly around you, “How old is your brother by tomorrow?” He asked, squeezing you to him gently as he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. His familiar scent greets your senses, causing you to completely ease up in his touch. 
“Xav’s supposed to be ten tomorrow. I promised him I would take him to the beach for this tenth birthday so I have every intention of doing so even without him here.” You answered, the familiar feeling of sadness forming in your chest at the idea of spending another birthday without him; it was too painful for you. 
Comfortable silence then wrapped the both of you before he spoke up again, “I promise I’m getting your brother back. I don’t know how we can do that, but I promise you I will.” Determination was dripping through every word, making you look up at him as hopefulness filled your eyes. Your gaze met before you leaned in to connect your lips with his for a quick kiss. 
Realizing your actions, you looked at him in shock as a hand hovered over your lips. “Steve I’m so sorry” but you were quickly silenced when his plush tiers met yours for another kiss, this time longer and filled with more emotions. The both of you kissed until you had to break away due to the lack of oxygen, resting your forehead against his. 
“Don’t be sorry, Y/N.” 
You chuckled softly at the memory, a sad smile on your lips as you decided to speak up, “Did you ever regret meeting me, Steve?” You questioned, staring off into the distance as the feeling of defeat consumed you. There was a shift in his position as his hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. 
His brows were furrowed as he shook his head, “No, I could never regret meeting you. The only regret I have is with myself. For making you love me when I couldn’t even love you back.”
You leaned into his touch as tears flowed down from your eyes, your sobs following as your heart broke more. There was no denying you had fallen for him, that you had fallen quite hard for him but you couldn’t keep him to yourself; not when he’s still in love with the woman he met decades ago. “Thank you for giving me a chance to love you.” You whispered, thankful for the time he spent with you; for making you feel like he was yours for even just a fleeting moment. 
No words left his mouth as he leaned in to give you another kiss. Unlike the many you’ve shared, this one was chaste and had guilt written all over it. “I have to go.” He then said, hugging you for the last time as he stood up. 
Your hand stopped him from going any further, he looked back down at you with a curious gaze. With the last strong thread that you had, you mustered up a big smile at him. "I hope you still remember me; us. Even if it's just in your wildest dreams." before letting him go. 
“I’ll always remember you, Y/N.” 
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foulserpent ¡ 4 years ago
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adore ur remake of oblivion so i have to ask. how would u remake skyrim.
thats something i havent thought out as extensively so it wont be as good as my oblivion rewrite idea. ill just focus on main questlines rather than all the issues with the world itself
heres a summary bc in spite of what i just said, this is long as fuck:
get rid of or completely rebuild the civil war plot (use new vegas formula a bit here).
create real choices and real consequences for the dragonborn and how their rise to power will influence them.
throw in a little ambiguity and make them have to work for their hero status
rewrite miraak to be a more effective foil to the dragonborn
adjust alduin
adjust the blades
civil war:
i think the biggest thing that needs to just happen IMMEDIaTELY is either just. removing the civil war or rebuilding it from the ground up. if they want to keep the factions the same, literally they should go with a new vegas approach where the conflict is largely between imperialists and fascists, playing the fascist questline is treated as a pretty unquestionably evil option, and theres a separate independent ending. also either way i think the stormcloaks have to be rewritten to be less appealing to white nationalists lol. its okay for Bad People to exist in videogames, but it should not be something irl racists can unite behind.
so if youre going to keep it, add in an independent resolution, maybe even two (a more "no gods no masters" kind, and maybe one where the dragonborn seizes control, which would have to involve the main quest probably)
main quest:
i think the dragonborn should struggle more. it doesnt hve to be like the nerevarine but their “chosen one” status should not just be handed to them. let there be more ambiguity in the prophecy, more question about how predetermined fate is. if theyre really super special, let them earn it.
a major theme should be grappling with power, and questions of the dragonborn's own nature. you should have to make real decisions about the kind of person you want to be and whether you will embrace a powerhungry nature or deny it, and your absorption of souls should have an effect. maybe you dont Need souls to unlock shouts, but it makes the function easier and more powerful or smth. the more souls you absorb, your character should be changed. not enough to ruin the game, but NPCs will be a little scared of you. maybe you even look a little different. you are a mortal body with dozens of godshards inside you and youre extremely powerful, it should be like that.
it would have to be done carefully to not come off as some shitty slapped on moral of "wow youre such a bad person for involuntarily absorbing the souls of dragons who try to kill you", id envision it as like. if your character makes actual powerhungry choices in the plot, its monstrous, if they strive to be a good person but are warped by all the souls, its tragic, and you can find ways to abstain from it entirely. alternate routes to fighting dragons. challenging them to duels etc
on that note, dragons need to be more people and less just monsters. each one of them is a person, and that should be very apparent. you should be able to engage with them in ways other than just killing outside of a few plot relevant ones, and even ones who just fight you should at least like. talk to you.
also alduin needs work, at least have his motivations be more clear. like why exactly is he so determined to enslave mortals rather than fufilling his duties as world eater? also its written really fucking confusingly bc on one hand its like "alduin has abandoned his duties and is just running around being a dragon" but then at a few points its implied that he IS trying to end the kalpa as hes supposed to, which is like...which one is it. im pretty sure its supposed to be the former so lets just pick a narrative and stick with it.
so like honestly i think the basic structure of the main quest can stay, it just needs to Know what its doing rather than just kind of flailing around
dragonborn dlc:
i think it needs work, mostly in the miraak department, since they set him up as like a big intimidating villain but hes kind of nothing . stop trying to make him live up to dagoth ur, and instead really hone in on him being a foil to the dragonborn. he is an example of what the dragonborn could become. from that point, either: make him actually really intimidating, or make the playing field feel very level to play up how this is hermaeus mora ultimately pitting prospective tools against each other.
i would go for the latter approach, though miraak should still have to be a convincing villain. set up miraak as the big bad, but make it become increasingly clear that hes just another chucklefuck ensared in mora's tentacles. which i think they were TRYING to do but werent very successful. like i like that YOU dont get to kill him, mora just decides hes not needed anymore and does it himself. really shows that this is all just kind of a farce. i even like the idea that maybe miraak is like, kind of a hollowed out meatpuppet for mora at that point but idk. 
either way id want the dlc to actually challenge how superspecial and stuff dragonborn are, by making the Legendary Duel Of The First and Last Dragonborn be very clearly be like the equivalent of bugs in a jar being made to fight.
The Blades:
the blades need work, but i actually think their depiction is.. accidentally? good. i think their insistence on killing paarthurnax is good and makes sense, but it needs to be reworked and yeah you do need to be able to talk them out of it or handle it otherwise (even by killing them) bc its such a meaningless quest.
make their motivation more clear like delphine and esbern dont want him dead for just his 10000000 year old war crimes, its really about them being incredibly fucking paranoid individuals and needing the ultimate proof that they can trust you. so beef up the whole blades - you - paarthurnax dynamic. give them all more meaningful and complex interactions. this doesnt mean Make Paarthurnax Bad, but maybe give like more of a legitimate reason for the blades to want him killed (legitimate does not mean Good, like it could be they percieve him as a threat to the empire)
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tlanwen ¡ 4 years ago
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Every time wenzhou should have (or could have) kissed in the entirety of Word of Honor (2021)
a few disclaimers- 1; MEGA spoilers for the whole entire show. yes, all the way up to episode 36. 2; we have gotten so so many sweet moments in this drama and there is no doubt in my mind that the production crew did their absolute damnedest to give us a genuine love story with all the constraints that were set on them. they did a fucking incredible job and the lengths they went to to embody wenzhou’s love and bond on screen is commendable to say the least. and i owe them my life. However i just think said sweet scenes just scream ok now kiss at very specific moments, and i need to get it out of my system. Long ass fucking post under cut!
are you strapped in. ok let’s go
The rooftop scene (Episode 9)
earlier in this ep we get the legendary “the world isn’t important, what’s important is finding your soulmate” monologue, perfect setup leading up to their rooftop drinking date. the “why won’t you ask me why i’m happy?”// “i know you’ll tell me, in your own time” exchange??? a killer. a kiss would fit in perfectly, ideally right after zzs shushes wkx (and wkx shuts his mouth. for once). quite literally this moment is Made for a first kiss.
“You look like a worried mother“ // drinking by the road (Episode 12)
man, this episode. I can’t decide which moment is more suitable (and both happen in busy streets so that rains a little on our emotional parade), but at this point we’ve got acknowledgement on both sides that they’re willing to accept each other as the people they truly are, and they’ve rescued their surrogate son from impending doom twice. but i am leaning towards the latter scene, esp bc of the way zzs leans into wkx while they’re talking. he hasn’t done that much up until now. kiss kiss.
Talking about disguises & mustaches (and getting on one’s knees?¿) (Episode 13)
this scene is so fucking sugary and light, they’re just teasing back and forth (zzs! teasing wkx! that’s new!). we also get the severely cute “wait, did you just admit that my face is outstanding?” line. just kiss already.
Rain divorce (Episode 14)
angst? did someone say, pain? if this were a regular boring romance flick, this is were the tragedy-ridden kiss would go. wkx is watching the future he planned for both of them crumble right in front of him, trying to come to terms with the fact that zzs is dying (and that he did it to himself, on purpose.), and zzs is just kind of going thru it. the rain really would add to the drama of it all, like Right after the “fortunately, fortunately...” line. punctuate it with a kiss. would also add to the irony of wkx saying he hasn’t fallen yet, and yet here he is, a mess, bc of this information he wasn’t ready to receive (thanks ye baiyi).
3rd child rescue and cave chats (Episode 16)
we’ve had the angst, we have the begrudging /i’m mad at you and i love you but i dont like you right now/ moments, and in comes more rain and wkx monologuing. zzs saying that wkx isn’t evil and that he has a kind heart is exactly what he needed to hear. and i just think he should’ve finished it with a kiss <3
Drunk mess wkx (Episode 17)
why is this man allowed to drink. this is all so much take your fucking pick. after the “my lips are the perfect size, right A-xu?” comment, the ”does it hurt?” coupled with wkx’s hand reaching out to zzs’ chest. the “i’m just scared. could you not die on me?”?? zzs tucking in a very drunk and sad man and saying “one day you’ll open up your heart to me, until i achieve it even god can’t tear me away from you” just............. pick a line any line. 
Tumbling out of the cave under Longyuan Cabinet (Episode 18)
specifically in that birds-eye shot where it slowly pans over to their disheveled faces after the romcom-esque tumbling out of the tunnel (that was framed oh so romantically in the episode trailer. complete with romantic music). like are you Kidding me. 
((i’m skipping ep 19-21. i think some people would say at any point during the cave scenes/the shidi/shixiong reveal would also be fair game, but in my opinion it’s far too much of an emotionally volatile situation so i can’t see any kiss potential. the hand holding and comforting was much appreciated tho))
Wkx sneaking up on his deep-in-thoughts husband (Episode 22)
secluded lake? check. all alone? check. gentle smiles in a tense moment? we got a bingo. at this point zzs knows who wkx actually is And respects his decision to go by his own chosen name as a separate entity from the healer sect he came from (for his own personal, maybe misguided reasons). and i just think that *screams*
Waking up from the stress induced sleep (thru the power of hand holding?) (Episode 23)
this whole thing was so much, and the way the scene is framed to look like it was zzs’ touch that literally woke up wkx, And the way he looks at him after he wakes up. yea. kiss methinks.
Literally the entirety of the night time venting/healing/spilling ur guts out scene (Episode 24)
Ok i’m about to contradict myself here, i said im not going over ep 19-21 because Volatile Emotions, and this scene is also very viscerally emotional and intense but oh my God the intimacy! the openness! i had to look away multiple times during this scene bc it really seems like a private moment we shouldn’t be privy to. i cannot in good conscience say that, had wkx not kind of stormed out at the very end, a kiss would be guaranteed. whether to soothe zzs after so much crying or whatever other reason.
Painting restoration (also episode 24)
wkx’s second love language is acts of service and this episode is all the evidence i need to make that statement. we do get a very cute heartfelt family hug in here and wow cute but im sorry i cannot let go of the fact that there should have been a kiss here. i really hate inserting photos in textposts but i have to bc i need everyone to understand how much zzs looks like he wants to devour wkx whole after he realizes what he’s doing
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More drinking! yay! (Episode 25)
just soulmates drinking and talking in the hush of night after their kid has been put to bed. always a great way to start an episode. they’ve settled into 4 seasons manor at this point and it doesn’t look like they’re going anywhere, they just look so comfortable in these shots. if u dropped a quick peck on the cheek in there i wouldn’t blink twice.
Narrow escape from dying with (and for) each other, courtesy of ye baiyi (Episode 27)
at this point most secrets are out of the bag, they see each other fully and were about to be killed 4 seconds ago. we’ve got the perfect setup, zzs already grabbed wkx by the face, the only thing between them and a kiss was the looming threat of sepsis.
speaking of episode 27, The spice grinding scene (have i mentioned i fucking love episode 27)
just two soulmates grinding spices at night. this scene is so lighthearted and cute, after a whole episode of emotional turmoil and cementing how emotionally vulnerable they're willing to be/how dedicated they are to respecting each others’ boundaries while still supporting each other, a kiss would fit in for sure.
Literally any point in the new years celebration (Episode 28)
waaAAAAA family decorating, bickering, and dinners. if i was writing it in i would put it right after chengling runs off to watch the fireworks, leaving wenzhou alone with each other. but anything goes really, they’re in their element all episode.
Knight in shining (red) armor rescue (Episode 30)
first of all- fuck prince jin, second of all, THIS SCENE ARE YOU KIDDING ME. literally the damsel in distress getting rescued. complete with a horseback ride! and wkx kneeling in front of zzs and acknowledging him as his master (and therefore himself as part of the sect again!!!!). so many emotions. i dont even care if they’re in front of all their new disciples. a romantic kiss is necessary. it would be so easy for zzs to take the hand he’s patting wkx with and use it to drag him up into a kiss.
Hairpin scene (Episode 30)
i’m not even gonna say anything. these bitches engaged on screen. good for them
“Save it, you“ (Episode 32)
god. just god. zzs gently floating down to wkx, thinking he’s gonna throw his life away in anger Again and getting so very in his face. and saying That. with That smile. what else is an option. there is no other option. just kiss.
“Senior, please let me handle this“ (Episode 33)
i am willingly ignoring how fucking painful this scene is if you think about it for longer than 3 seconds. wkx isn’t dead! and the asshole forgot to tell his beloved to not do anything stupid while he was away! oopsie! zzs is a)very mad, b)very relieved, c)is about to experience a lifetime’s worth of regret in about 3 minutes. but first thing’s first, the love of his life isn’t dead. that deserves a kiss.
Drunk wkx 2: painful boogaloo (Episode 34)
these episodes are so painful to re-watch lol. wkx clinging to zzs’ waist and talking about how easy it is to be a good happy person when he’s around him. they probably couldn’t manage a proper kiss between the alcohol in wkx and the Pain in zzs, but a gentle forehead kiss would fit in well while zzs is softly petting wkx’s head (still resting on his chest. that’s an important detail).
Wedding aftermath (Episode 35)
i’m so distraught. anyways. you can’t tell me zzs was going to sulk away to die alone like some sort of tragic housecat while wkx is recuperating after the battle (and after losing the second most important person in his life) without a kiss. not without giving him the gentlest of forehead kisses.
Literally at any point in episode 36
i’m watching this tomorrow but i don’t need to. i don’t care. we know what happens. we know how it ends. if you’re about to give up your life to keep your soulmate alive you best preface it with the kiss of a lifetime.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LIGHTS ON PARK AVE! WE’RE OFFICIALLY A ONE-YEAR-OLD BABY (our birthday was on the 22nd). Join the celebrations by submitting a work! There’s one week left until Round 12 closes on August 31, and you have 80 prompts to choose from. There are no minimum work requirements or limit to how many works you can submit.
Not sure you can finish your work in time? Little messages are great presents too. What has the past year of Lights on Park Ave been like for you? Do you have a favorite prompt or round? A favorite LoPA work? Want to make a rec list of your favorites or wax poetic and show some love for a specific work and/or creator? Go for it. Let the Steve/Tony community know! The LoPA askbox is open or if you want to make your own Tumblr post or tweet, you can mention @lightsonparkave or tag #lightsonparkave. Whatever method you choose, I’ll make sure to share your message/post on here and Twitter.
Or maybe you’re not up to making anything this time. In that case, let’s take a walk down memory lane. Here are all 46 Lights on Park Ave works for previous rounds.
ART
3490 & 616
A comparison between 616 Civil War and universe 3490 where the war was averted by the marriage of Steve Rogers and Natasha Stark - @jarvisuanddumetoo​
ANY UNIVERSE
A framed portrait of a smiling Tony, drawn and signed by Steve - @hundredthousands
Steve steals his husband’s helmet and gives his king a springtime crown - @starksnack
AU
Tin soldier Steve and ballerina Tony dancing - @jarvisuanddumetoo
BATTLEWORLD
Steve watching Tony flying in on the battlefield - @thingexplainer
MCU
Old Steve holding flowers and seeing a blue butterfly after Tony’s death - @hundredthousands
So much of life feels like drowning... but when I’m with you my troubles recede like waves on the shore - @jarvisuanddumetoo
Stranger Things AU where Steve is the one who was experimented on in a lab and doesn’t understand pop culture and Tony is the guy with no powers who is still doing his best to fight these weird new aliens - @jarvisuanddumetoo
Steve and a dandelion that represents him weathering all his hardships over the years - @jarvisuanddumetoo
Tony on fire and Steve’s reaction - @jarvisuanddumetoo
Steve crying while holding Tony’s helmet after Tony’s funeral - @noririna
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’re a hero. - @starksnack
ULTIMATES
Steve and Tony leaving marks on each other’s bodies that are only visible in the dark - @sirsapling Ults Steve and Tony are tragically bound to one another. They can always feel the trace of each others hands, it leaves an invisible mark they will cary with them till there is nothing left. Only a ghost of something lost in the chaos of the past.
FIC
1872
Say My Name - @citsiurtlanu Steve reminds Tony that there's more to him than the war his weapons were used in.
616
Snow Day - @captainneverever The Avengers think that Steve and Tony got engaged at the annual holiday party. It’s news to Steve and Tony.
Kiss me rough before you go - erde Tony is dying. His life is slipping away and Steve wants to be better than this, but he can't quite manage the feat. Tony's war has made a bitter man out of him, a lesser man.
Boys, boys, boys - Missy_dee811 (@viudanegraaa) (AU) Steve keeps putting off his oil change. Finally deciding to see the mechanic in town.
Without the rusty music of my machine - Missy_dee811 (@viudanegraaa)  Tony was lying on the hood of his car. He had taken off his leather jacket, gently folded it in half, and draped it across the windshield so he could rest his arms on the supple leather.
Muddy Waters - RossKL (@but-damn-is-he-lovable) (also on Tumblr) Tony bleeds. It's not real.
ANY
(A Dream is) A Wish Your Heart Makes - @helovedyou Cool evenings together and laughing free and all the nice things Tony never thought he’d get
Afternoon Off - Neverever (@captainneverever) Freedom is just another word for getting with your boyfriend on the downlow during a mission.
BULLET POINTS
Those We Were (For A While) - sadisticsparkle The blueprints hadn’t prepared Tony for the light bouncing off the battered metal, for the empty stare of its empty eye sockets or the dim circle in the middle of the chest. He traced its lines with his gaze, remembering every day he had spent hunched over the schematics picking its inner workings and every night he had spent sprawled under its pilot letting him take Tony apart.
MCU
border state - @areiton (also on Tumblr) They exist in the in between.
star crossed - @areiton (also on Tumblr) "The gods made the stars,” you whisper, a lifetime ago, a heartbeat ago, now, “and they were so bright, so beautiful and strong, that they ripped them in two. And half of ‘em fell to earth, and woke from the dust and walked as men.”
this is how - @areiton (also on Tumblr) This is how the world ends: Gaps in the code.
kiss me hard before you go - duckmoles​ & starxreactor (AU) “I love you, you know that?” Tony says just after popping another grape into Steve’s mouth. He watches as Steve’s jaw works, chewing and then swallowing. Steve smiles up at Tony with a bright, toothy grin. “I love you, too.” “I’m going to miss you,” Tony continues. “I’m going to call you everyday, okay? And—and, during the holidays I’ll show up at your house and we can—we can—sit together on the balcony, and—” The last day of summer, and it's time to hold on to what you might lose.
No Winter Lasts Forever - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) Steve stopped, white breath clouding the air around him, to look at the little shoots of green and purple peeking out from the scant layer of snow left on the ground.
snippet of a post-apocalyptic A/B/O AU WIP - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) Steve’s fingers traced the bite, a half-moon of red marks, from in front of the largest mirror he’d ever seen.
the first blush of morning - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) (AU) The sun rises on the Atlantic ocean and Steve isn't alone - or is he?
Santa Paws - @heartsandmuses [I]f there were two things the public couldn’t get enough of, it was cute puppies and shirtless Captain America — and Tony, ever the philanthropist, decided to give the people exactly what they wanted, right on Christmas morning.
Philautia - @helovedyou Tony dies and Steve keeps on living. Well. He doesn’t die. Living might be a bit of a generous term
To the Victor - @helovedyou There are rainbows flying and people hugging and others ranting and raving, spittle flying, he thinks this. We have won this, this tiny victory.
Snippet of a WIP set post-IW - @ishipallthings The numbers keep climbing, for hours, in the aftermath.
Shuffle Off This Mortal Coil - jellybeanforest (@jellybeanforest-a-go-go) (also a Cap-IM Bingo 2020 round 1 fic) Tony hadn’t been a cruel man, but he had been a practical one. Or: In his twilight years, concerned about how his slow-aging possibly-immortal husband will adjust to his death, Tony builds an AI version of himself that he updates nightly, intending for it to keep Steve company after he’s gone. When the inevitable comes to pass, Steve doesn’t know what to make of the AI or whether its presence lessens his grief or makes it significantly worse. He’s leaning towards the latter.
Five Bells - @lazywriter7 (also on Tumblr) After returning the Stones, Steve takes a detour through time.
if we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious - @littlemissstark forgiveness. The salty air was intense enough to wake Steve up completely, snapping any left over drowsiness away. He was alert despite the sky still being a shade of navy that tapered into a purple at the sea’s horizon. The world was still dormant, but Steve couldn’t stay asleep – not when he woke to coldness on the right side of the bed and empty arms.
In My Hands and Gone Again - @nostalgicatsea (also on Tumblr) Memories were like fish, Tony had explained, or the tease of one. A flash of silver, and his hands would plunge down. Sometimes he would catch one; other times, it would dart out of reach. He wouldn’t be sure whether it had been real or just a trick of the light, after.
Leaving You Forward - @nostalgicatsea (AU) It would be easy, staying here like this with Tony. But Steve knew he couldn't—because he had never taken the easy way out and because he loved Tony.
i choose: me, you, us - @onlymorelove (also a Cap-IM Remix Madness 2020 fic) “We, uh. We’ve been together five years, and you’ve never— I’ve never let you see it. I told you I’d let you see it on our wedding night.” In which Tony and Steve marry, but Tony hasn't let Steve see the arc reactor—and the scars around it. Yet.
best of summers gone - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Tony's favorite month has always been August.
when we all fall asleep - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Tony wakes up and questions why Steve loves him. It's a surprisingly complex question for such a simple answer.
you anchor me (back down) - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Steve still loves Tony, no matter what mask he’s wearing. He’ll never tell Tony that, though. He’s read enough books and watched enough movies to know that it only ends well when it’s just a story. Or, everyone needs an anchor sometimes, and Steve and Tony just happen to be each others’.
take me to the feeling - smalltonystark (@theotherwasdeath​) Steve looks gorgeous in the lights. He always looks stunning, but here, late at night, in the faint glow from the streetlamps underneath them and underneath the stars, he looks magnificent.
POETRY
A Toast to Cold, Hard Facts - @onlymorelove (also on Tumblr) The world is brutal and coarse, but...
Love was fading stars - @onlymorelove (also on AO3) Blackout poetry based on “Failing and Flying” by Jack Gilbert on top of an original print.
not married - @onlymorelove (also on Tumblr) Grief works in mysterious ways.
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colets-diarys ¡ 4 years ago
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UNFINISHED
Mud soaked breath
Fills my lungs amess
Life's always a game of chess
Running away from checkmate
Step by step
Life's a check
Love is debt
Taking tearing
Fatal events
Tragic sets
Bleeding convents
Heartbreak contempt
Little moments you won't forget
But will play the duo like a poisonous duet
Always wishing we could hit reset
Always holding in our back pocket that cassette
Always so sure this one is it
But always ending up the only one on a sinking ship
You've played this game before
With angst and passion you've danced these floors
With a firey face you demanded more
Even when the world closed off their ears
Shut their doors
Life resembles a daunting infinite fortress
Lost in its cloaks, you stumble, you explore
You will find a beaten road taken by the others before
Always chosen evermore
What keeps you going love, or war
Do you stay with the path? Or venture beyond the sycamore
The latter for me, staying on a path ive watched before
Couldn't be an option the redundance smothers my soul like chloroform
So I leave the obedient stones to whatecer lies in store
A girl set out, age twenty four
Im surrounded by ghouls the second i enter the trees
Some unknown, some are memories
They bound and play like friends to be
The treachery the pleasantries
I sip the ideas that it feeds
The dead parts resurrect like centipedes
Crawling out, quite exemplary
Dissect me please
By all means
Slit these worn seams
Divulge in what you see.
And if you must leave me ripped apart to smithereens
And leave me there to pick myself up piece by piece
-Colet
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thisiswhatwereupagainst ¡ 5 years ago
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Well, I’m obsessed with another little known Marvel character, Tania Belinsky aka Red Guardian aka Starlight. She’s exactly my type too. See,  the male villains/characters I get obsessed with are egotistical ridiculous trash piles with a side of creepy-without-being successful... ut the women I get obsessed with are tragic figures whose agency was taken but who didn't get an arc about it like major characters. Like, agency is a major theme for lots of characters---Logan, Laura Kinney, Jean Grey, Bucky Barnes, etc. But the thing is, these characters are the stars in their own stories. The writers care about them, and the audience is urged to care about them as well. They get a journey and a resolution and everything. I get hyper-focused on the minor babies who got fucked over and forgotten and the writers just clearly didn't care about so the readers never did either. Case in point, Radha Dastoor aka Haven. Starlight/Tania is one of those. So, I’m gonna give her a longer post in the future, but...
Dr. Tania Belinsky was a brilliant neurosurgeon in Soviet Russia (the USSR was still a thing when her issues were being written) She was also the superhero Red Guardian, though she had no powers. At one point Dr. Strange asked for her help on a brain surgery case, and she came to the US. They discovered each other' secret identities when attacked by Plantman, so she stayed in the States and joined the Defenders. But, she gets a call from Russia saying her loved ones will be in danger if she doesn't return. So she packs her bags, heads up, and is immediately picked up by the KGB, who bring her before this dude. The Presence, aka Sergei Krylov, who was transformed into a superbeing by radiation. He's been watching Tania, knows she's the Red Guardian, and decided she's his ideal mate. So he forces her to undergo similiar radiation, granting her super-powers (from which she later takes the name Starlight) but placing her under his mental thrall. She has some brief escapes but pretty much ever since she's under his control. it' SO gross. And she's so clearly got Stockholm Syndrome/battered spouse syndrome/etc, since at one point when she gets snapped out of it she's like "oh no I need to go back to him so I can fix him with my love" when originally, the FIRST time she was snapped out of it, and obviously a lot more in her right mind, she was all YOU DIDN'T LOVE ME ASSHOLE YOU LOVED A FANTASY IN YOUR HEAD AND YOU MADE ME A ZOMBIE ( He’s so gross, you guys. At one point decides he wants a HAREM of all the top super ladies in Russia, so he sends her to kidnap Black Widow and Darkstar for him, THE LATTER OF WHOM IS HIS OWN ESTRANGED DAUGHTER)
But she eventually DID leave him! ... and then started a relationship with his son, then got literally dragged into Limbo. Literally she starts out as this brave, interesting, strong-willed character who is conflicted between her patriotism and love for her country/people, and her repulsion at what her government is doing, then her story just goes off the rails and she spends years just popping up at this incel fucker's mind-controlled gf and WHEN SHE FINALLY GETS OUT (A STORY WE NEVER EVEN SEE, IT JUST HAPPENED OFFSCREEN!! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A TRIUMPHANT ARC!) SHE LITERALLY IS TOSSED INTO LIMBO WTF Like by all means have stories about abusive relationships and loss of agency and shit, that's important, that will always be relatable but THIS IS NOT IT IM JUST LIKE GIVE HER TO ME I'LL DO THIS BETTER OR JUST MAKE IT NEVER HAPPEN it's not that I think bad things should never happen to characters, or even that happy endings should always happen, it's just...like I said, when the writers just clearly give no shits, that's what I hate. Like, why should I care about Tania any less than Laura Kinney or Bucky Barnes? On a meta level she's a much more minor character, but in universe she's just as much a person with just as much a story. Also, she specifically was pulled into Limbo by Fantasma, the Dire Wraith sorceress that the Presence started fucking around with after Tania left his ass, and I like to think that they've worked out their differences and now sit around in Limbo bitching about him and are going to just wreck his shit when Magik accidentally lets them out or something. But yeah I have feelings abou Tania (and Fantasma too actually) and YOU WILL HERE MORE ABOUT HER SOON/LATER
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patchdotexe ¡ 6 years ago
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Tell us more about shadowy
cracks knuckles. anon you have just opened the pandora’s box of leos infodumping
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so, to set the stage here: he’s part of a setting called Shattered Worlds, in a totally different continuity from Chaosverse (where Checkpoint / askchaosverse takes place). there’s totally different rules and worldbuilding and all that, and while it TECHNICALLY takes place in the same multiverse (and has some characters in common, if EXTREMELY AU) it’s… also basically shoved in the twilight cage and locked off from everything else. it’s also a setting from 2007 that lasted until 2014, so it’s about to get wild
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(it’s also gonna be under a cut bc this is gonna get VERY long. tl;dr: he’s a universe-destroying asshole that stumbled across an artifact of immense power, lost control of it, blew himself up, and is behind the entire plot of Shattered Worlds, both directly and because of consequences of him exploding. also he’s kind of an AU shadow/mephiles? i guess???)
Shadowy is something called an Outsider, which are… well they never got defined very well, but they’re a species that’s mobian-passing (and apparently is all hedgehogs, seeing as the 3 established Outsiders are hedgehogs?) and have the ability to jump from universe to universe at will, among other individual powers like Chrome’s telekinesis. they mostly use this to kinda hang out on various versions of Mobius, blending in as being an average mobian and either solving problems or causing them. Shadowy’s of the latter kind. they can be identified as an Outsider by their weird eyes, although that can get a bit blurry sometimes because theres some other SW characters that get them under specific circumstances which… usually involve an Outsider doing something.
anyway the point is Shadowy’s kind of a dick. the downside of being an outside force to the multiverse as we know it is… he doesnt really have any attachment to it? he’s not really a god but he’s near-invulnerable, can just bounce out of a universe as soon as he starts facing any consequences, and kind of sees everything as a game where he can just knock a few pieces over, see what happens, and then leave to do the same somewhere else but with a different method. he’s bored. the full effect of what he does doesnt really matter to him, he just entertains himself by making a mess of things. he’s also, like, a teenager with phenomenal cosmic power, which always goes well
so Shadowy’s running around from universe to universe, just kinda fucking with people to see how much he can get away with, when one of his worldhops kinda… fails. and instead of going through a portal directly from one universe to another, he falls into the void between worlds: Nullspace.
(”wait isn’t that a thing in sonic forces though” i came up with nullspace in like 2010 and can dig up old posts from my first blog talking about it, and there’s only gonna be more similarities to forces as this goes on, its COMPLETELY baffling and i swear to god it is a total coincidence that im still not over)
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anyway so Shadowy accidentally dumps himself into the void, gets lost, but finds something that had gotten sealed there ages ago, potentially by another Outsider: something called the Phoenix Orb. im bolding it because its very important. this is like, THE plot macguffin. it’s also basically the Phantom Ruby, because as soon as Shadowy gets his hands on it he goes from “asshole” to “asshole with total control over reality”. and he REALLY wants to see what this shiny rock can do, so he goes back to his deal of universe-hopping and picks a world he thinks will be very interesting to fuck with.
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meet Robo (left) and Recky (right)! Robo wants to be a hero. Recky becomes a supervillain to spite him. Robo assembles a team of random furries and they all go on a bunch of adventures, including meeting clones of themselves, having an EX Gear race, getting lost in the desert, and various other shenanigans, usually involving fighting Recky and his cronies O-Mel and Blade.
then Shadowy shows up.
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Recky’d gotten himself in a tight spot, so he wasn’t exactly going to turn down help when a random hedgehog showed up and allied himself with him. …sort of. Shadowy was just kind of a pest to Team Ultimate Robo (or TUR for short), and sometimes would even intervene on their side if things went south. it was kind of hard for anybody to tell what side Shadowy was really on.
finally, though, Shadowy had all his pieces in the right place and set his plan in motion. he approached Robo and took advantage of the metal sonic’s insecurities and tragic backstory, and convinced him to ditch his team in favour of destroying Mobius with him. Recky found out and alerted the rest of TUR, and they teamed up to race Shadowy&Robo to the Eclipse Cannon before Robo used it to wipe out everything.
while Recky was up in space, O-Mel and Blade decided to stick to Recky’s original plan and kidnapped the members of TUR that had stayed behind on Mobius to.. i dunno, do something. mind control them into working for Recky, probably? back at the ARK, Shadowy got his face kicked in by Robo after he was snapped back to his senses, and fled back to Nullspace to recover and plan his next move. Robo had just made things personal… and Shadowy hadn’t taken full advantage of his new powers yet.
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Robo freed the captured TUR gang and made a big distraction for them to escape, and in the confusion Shadowy appeared and kidnapped a specific hedgehog to use as bait. it worked, and Robo gave chase to try and rescue her. using the Phoenix Orb, Shadowy took control of SK and gave her enough power to near-totally destroy Robo, then sent her off to do the same to the rest of TUR. she basically got turned into Infinite, complete with having a realitywarping gemstone shoved in her chest.
it was a pretty solid plan, except it quickly fell apart when SK started fighting back for control and tried using the Orb’s power to attack Shadowy instead. he was losing control of the situation, and the two of them ended up in a struggle with Shadowy desperately trying to get the Orb back before she figured out how to use it. in a last-ditch desperate effort, Shadowy used the Orb’s power he could still draw on to forcibly fuse himself with SK in hopes that, if he couldn’t get it away from her, he could at least take control of the fusion and go from there…
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…and things very quickly went from bad to worse.
turns out taping together an Outsider, a hedgehog with a shitton of Chaos powers and potential, and an artifact with total complete control over reality, is not good for the universe. or any universe. enter the Shadowy Phoenix, who kinda goes full Solaris except with like… realitywarping instead of time control. the creation of the Phoenix was literally shattering the world around them, and neither SK or Shadowy were in control– it was basically just the Orb itself running rampant and at threat of not only destroying TUR’s Mobius, but the entire multiverse if it wasn’t stopped.
so it got stopped. and exploded. the sudden death-explosion of a superdimensional being tore reality apart and flung everybody across the multiverse, with both Shadowy and SK gone… until SK suddenly showed back up 3 years later with no memory and with a shard of the Orb still stuck inside her. this is when the main Shattered Worlds plot kicks off!
as for Shadowy, it’s… not really clear what happened to him.
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twistedtummies2 ¡ 3 years ago
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Les Mis Academia
So, after doing a dreamcast for the musical “Les Miserables” using characters from Twisted Wonderland, I immediately started thinking of doing the same thing with My Hero Academia. Again, the idea here is if the show was put on by the school, not so much an AU, and keep in mind this is all complete silliness at the end of the day. XD Since this IS the idea of it being put on by UA, I’m obviously not including any League of Villains characters, and I decided to do my best to stick to the student body and affiliated folks at the school, primarily focusing on Class 1-A. For very obvious reasons, Midoriya and Bakugou are Valjean and Javert, respectively. I also decided to cast All Might as the Bishop; he’s the only staff member on the cast. Again, for obvious reasons. For the two main child characters - Young Cosette and Gavroche - I chose to cast Eri for the former and Kota for the latter. Eri is another very obvious pick, whereas Kota I picked mostly just because I couldn’t think of anyone else who’d be better...except maybe that kid Bakugou and the others schooled with Gang Orca, but I can’t remember the twerp’s name right now. :P Fantine, once again, was the hardest character to cast: the problem with Fantine is that she is, arguably, the single darkest part in the show. Her story is one of the most depressing, sickening character arcs you’ll find in ANYTHING, and in a story rife with misery and death (it’s literally called “Les Miserables”), it takes a lot to be the one part that is arguably more tragic than any other. (There’s only one character death that hits harder, in my opinion, and even their story, comparitively speaking, isn’t as nasty as Fantine’s.) As a result, giving the role to anyone kind of comes with a worrying element because I don’t wanna make any of these ladies suffer. LOL With that in mind, I decided to give the part to Momo. She has a sense of class that the other ladies in 1-A lack, in my opinion, and I like to imagine Fantine as a woman who had dignity and descended due to fate. She’s the most mature of the major female characters in the story, and Momo fits that well, I think. I decided to give the adult Cosette role to Mina, primarily because I then decided Kirishima would be perfect, PERFECT for Marius. And since the two have a history together, it made sense they could be shipped onstage. “But how will you make Eri turn into a pink bug person?!” I hear you all ask? How the heck should I know? I’m not the director, just the casting agent. :P ANYWAY...Eponine is Jiro. She just feels very right for that part, and Lord knows we have to give her some kind of role. Enjolras is Iida (I can ABSOLUTELY hear him delivering those big, belting lines during “One Day More”), and Grantaire is Kaminari. (Who will probably use the role to sneakily attempt to drink REAL alcohol...he’s a rapscallion, we all know he would be one of those teenagers who’d try to slip past legality to be “cool” or whatever. :P )  For the villainous Thenardiers, I decided to work OUTSIDE of Class 1-A and instead choose Class 1-B’s prime duo: Monoma and Kendo. This is mostly because, let’s face it, Monoma CLEARLY should be attending Night Raven, NOT UA, and if anyone’s going to play his nagging wife, it better be Kendo. :P One final minor character I feel I should name is Batamabois: the pimp who harasses Fantine and gets a smackdown laid on ‘im before calling Javert for help. (pauses) Mineta. Because it gives me an excuse to see him slapped around onstage. Night. After. Night. In most productions, Batamabois just gets one slap/scratch to the face, and that’s all it takes to take him out and cause him to call Javert...but not in this show. >:)
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rangerdew ¡ 3 years ago
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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
im hving trouble ACTUALLY writing an rvb portal au because i feel like two major themes involved with the characters present in portal are:
- misogyny
- devaluing of manual labor 
meaning that the blood gulch crew as fodder for pfl would make really good test subjects in portal and carolina would make less sense because her dad is literally the director of pfl. but the blood gulch crews are halomen gamerboys. 
i think the way im going to move forward is to imagine where they would land in aperture if the characters were just transported over rather than trying to assign each of them a ‘role’ because that makes for more interesting aus anyway. so here are my predictions btw glados does not exist because i don’t believe in alternate universes. no questions
the director: wanting to help the war effort without being a soldier in the war... maybe he wouldve founded aperture as a military-industrial thing, or maybe it became a military industrial thing after he took over and he shifted over to artificial intelligence technology after the death of his wifey 
tex: an ai of her never actually worked. i think the reason why glados worked well as an extension of caroline was because she did secretarial work before, but also i don’t think it’s ever relayed to the audience how much she um acts like or is caroline, right, since transferring a brain to artificial intelligence probably doesn’t work like that. well i digress, but if they tried to ‘make’ tex so she could be functionally immortal as an ai, she wouldn’t do the stuff glados is doing, she would hate that. & so i imagine funds ran out for this ai who never lived very long before they had to try making her again and didn’t like living. and if you changed her to be of more use or to be less volatile, then would she really be tex? and the director would find that disagreeable, and people would think he was sinking money into something not worth it. 
i also like that tex never lives in rvb because like they tell us she is based on a story and that story is of failure. so i dont want her to live here
church: the ai that runs the facility. it turns out its a lot cheaper and easier to get funding for + make a brain of someone who both is interested in doing a lot of the work around aperture and is still alive i guess? not entirely happy with this because imo it breaks the inherent chex romance of ‘we are both here because you love me’ (fucked up) however ill take what i can get... maybe the reason behind church’s creation is just so director can prove its possible and get more funding or something but church  gets sick of watching tex be reborn and blow herself out every time that he like decides to kill everyone in the whole facility because anyway he’s literally like the god of that place. i think the director dies of neurotoxins 
(tangent: the reason why he didnt predict church’s betrayal was because i like the idea that the director inflicts so much onto church because he thinks that if church really was him he would do it for her and that he is him so he should. so why wouldnt church want tex back then)
EVENTS IN THE SAME TIMEFRAME AS THOSE OF PORTAL 1
i was going to have grif be the test subject before simmons who died tragically rip forever but i saw a post calling red team the greek chorus of rvb so i changed my mind because it was so true.
anyway, this part is difficult because chell is like literally just some rando who is really tenacious. so the person chosen has to be some rando but it also can’t be like, tucker or caboose, the former because i firmly believe tucker would only do it under very specific circumstances and also he would d ie, and the latter because like it would make for a very very different story. 
okay, i’m picking wash. 
tucker: over in black mesa fighting for his life against alien monsters
caboose: with tucker 
simmons, grif, sarge, donut, and lopez are all scientists and test subjects and also all dead. starting from old, old aperture, they’ve been leaving messages to each other like: 
lopez: this place is INCREDIBLY suspicious. im doing some investigating [END OF LOGS REACHED]
sarge: everybody here calls me crazy, but i know something’s up! the doctor says its just ‘the asbestos’... ill asbestos her face! [MESSAGES SCRAWLED ON THE WALL OF THE JANITORS CLOSET END HERE] 
donut: i’m just a janitor, but i found all these weird logs. i wonder what they could mean. [THE REST OF THE JOURNAL HAS BEEN RIPPED OUT]
grif: oh my god. now that i’ve found all this shit i’m never getting out of this alive. actually i just realized i don’t care. [ONE OF MANY LETTERS HE DID NOT SEND TO HIS SISTER] 
simmons: he finds all this stuff at the worst possible moment like maybe 4 weeks before church starts flooding the entire building with neurotoxin and spends those 4 weeks trying to find out more/solve things/get out of this alive and when he’s the last scientist left hiding in the walls and shit he moves washington up the testing list
i like that a lot of portal has to do with the lack of direct communication and how glados is the only person you actually talk to, everything else being from recordings or drawings on the wall or old science projects with potatoes that have grown to the ceiling. so i’m going to be trying to push that as hard as i can. of course tucker and caboose will be dealing with the problem of abject horror and senseless brutality as their buddys organs drop down from ceiling aliens
washington: i think he could get ‘chosen’ in the same vein chell was for a similar reason... i think i’m going to want him to be involved with tests from some other part of aperture that fucked him up supremely tests undetermined because idk. 
church is a really self centered character though & i want this to play into the tests that occur in portal 1 like maybe they all spell out a little narrative or his dialogue like in portal 2 co-op progressively reveals something about himself that is not the fault of wash but is something he is still taking out on wash. 
yay alienation of technology and flawed transhumanist narratives 
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pencopanko ¡ 7 years ago
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Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better
Tagged by @im-fairly-whitty, @slusheeduck, and @alreadyinmotion!!!
Three fandoms:
Coco
Love Live! Sunshine!!
Undertale
The first character you loved:
Miguel
Chika
Toriel
The character you never expected to love so much
Imelda and Rosa. For the former because I legit thought she was going to be a main antagonist (she kinda was, at first) but then La Llorona blew my socks off. She is officially my Queen. Also because she is a top tier non-anime tsundere. Rosa, on the other hand, is due to me developing her more as a character in my writing. I've always liked the image of a super reliable smart cookie and that's how I see her.
Kanan. At first I thought her voice was a bit weird but the more I watch the anime and the more I play the game, the more I come to love her.
Papyrus. I thought he was going to be this snobbish character but I was proven wrong. His antiques and chemistry with Sans are just so fun to watch onscreen and his theme, Bonetrousle is easily one of my favourite tracks in the game!
The character you relate to the most
When it comes to Coco, I can't really pick just one character because I relate to all of them in different ways, safe for Ernesto. Like HĂŠctor, I tend to not have a plan and just wing it most of the time. Like Miguel, I also have a problem with my passion and my family because not everyone supports me my father often asks me when I will stop drawing and wants me to enter an office job instead or something idk. Like Elena and Imelda, despite me having good intentions I do have the tendency to hurt those around me if I get too strict.
Hanamaru and Ruby both speak to me on a spiritual level. Much like the former, sometimes I think I'm better off backstage (and also because we both like to eat) but like the latter I want to do something big despite me being rather shy and anxious at the mere thought of me being in the spotlight.
I think I can relate to Sans a lot. I like puns and I would rather do the minimum amount of effort to do something. But I also relate to Frisk because there will be times that I have no idea what I'm doing college but I'm just going to stay determined and wing it.
The character you'd slap
Ernesto de La Cruz. YOU COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL BUT YOU HAD TO BE DRAMATIC. Oh and maybe Gustavo too but mOSTLY ERNESTO
Nobody. Besides, Mari was already slapped by Kanan. But srsly I don't want to slap anyone.
Jerry. I hate Jerry.
Three favourite characters
Miguel, HĂŠctor, and Imelda. Plus Rosita!
Chika, Kanan, and Dia
Frisk, Toriel, and Sans
A character you liked at first but don’t anymore didn’t think of much at first but grew on you as time goes on:
PapĂĄ Julio. At first I honestly was rather indifferent towards him. But the backstage fight scene changed everything. I mean, how my man can fight! He basically makes use of his size to kick a bodyguard twice his size and probably half his age and succeeded. That is arguably one of the most badass moments in Disney history, hands down.
Riko. At first I didn't think much of her but then the more I watch the anime the more I realize... she is such a dork. I fricking love her and her reactions to basically everything the other members say. I like that despite her being a Cool girl, she can also do silly things like leaping off from Chika's balcony to her own balcony because who does that and her diamond mouth like why is she so cute.
Asgore. I wasn't a big fan of him prior to playing the game but then I watched a playthrough before buying the game and I fell in love with his theme and just his story overall. He's such a tragic character and I only want the best for him, even if it means living without his wife.
Three OTPs
Imector and basically every single canon ship in the movie plus Marrosa and Rafita.
Aqours and happiness because my girls deserve the best (I don't ship anyone in the franchise but I do like the chemistry between Kanan and Mari)
Soriel! This ship is actually the very thing that got me into the game.
Now let's tag...
@calliopesquill @dreamstormdragon @now-make-it-gayer @babycharmander @petalsandguitars @imjuanita @upperstories @spiritonadventure @loudgrito and @odd-cinderella!!
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