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toulousewayne · 6 months ago

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Beyond the Bat: Pt I 🦇

So I read a story a couple of months ago. It was about Terry McGinnis searching for and bringing all that Batboys (Ex:Dick,Jason,Tim, and Damian) back to the manor as an aging Bruce Wayne begins to die. I liked the story and premise of it. It made be think of stuff I wrote a long time ago and maybe I could write something similar but different. Especially with a reader instead of Terry. So let me know what you think. ;)

Batfamily x batsis!reader

Synopsis: Three years since Bruce’s disappearance, and with all of Batman’s former Robins gone, Gotham is under protection of the Batwoman, but she will need help to take on one of Gotham biggest Civil Wars ever.

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A seasoned and experienced Vickie Vale comes on the screen of a television. “It’s been three years since the mysterious disappearance of Billionaire-Philanthropist Bruce Wayne, Wayne was on a flight to Shanghai for a business trip when the flight was thrown off course. Still to this day the flight, crew or Mr. Wayne have been seen. Wayne Enterprise Chairman Lucius Fox released a statement.”

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“Today marks three years since Mr. Wayne disappearance. I-I was originally supposed to born the plane but Bruce…he felt that he needed to go instead.” He swallows,” After consulting with authorities and with permission from the Wayne Estate I come before you to declare Bruce Wayne as dead. Normally this is something done after seven years,but the family has asked for this closure. We respect their wishes. No further common.” He leaves as several reports and journals ask question after question.

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Vickie returns, “This was from the press conference earlier today. A private memorial service will be held for Wayne early next week. We from the GCN family as well as Gotham Thank you for your contribution Mr.Wayne and may you find peace wherever you are. I’m Vickie Vale and have a good night.”

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Gotham City was a sea of old rotten gothic buildings and shiny overgrown skyscrapers. Gotham had been the early stages of becoming more a city of tomorrow. Though the plans had fallen without Bruce. Most of north Gotham was now being rebuilt and renovated, the lights of the older city still shinned just a light more dim due to the new LED light that consumed the night.

Sirens filled the night and busy traffic and honking on every corner. Three squad cars fly down the road chasing after two armed trucks.

Gunfire rings the night and civilian duck away from the street.

“Pull over! This is GCPD!” The cars race onto the bridge and barrel pass cars causing some minor accidents in its wake.

“Lenny,should we stop?” A rookie driver swerves from running into a gas truck. The goon beside him pulls off his skii mask and takes an assault rifle.

“And risk getting thrown into a cell, I’d rather die than let the boss know we got caught, keep drivin.”

Lenny takes the gun and starts firing towards the squad cars. Taking out of the tires causing it to crash into a three car accident.

“Pigs, still too slow for Rupert Throne men.” The car speeds up and then faint sound a ringing as the goons look at each other.

“Did you hear that?” The car jerks as they’re rammed into. “The fuck?”

The turn to see the Batmobile flying towards them.

“It’s the fucking Bat!” The driver floors the gas and takes the exit into East Gotham. The take a sharp turn and rush down the road.

The Batmobile rams into the truck again and the driver runs over a bus stop and light rail.

“Do something!” He shouts. Lenny takes the gun and fires at the car. The bullets fly off the car without a scratch.

“Shit.” The car speeds besides them and slide swipe the truck. It barrels over the Batmobile and crashes into a store front. The goons groan. Lenny takes a pistol and leans out the window.

The Batmobile is parked on the other side of the room but it’s not moving.

“Where’d he gooooooo-“ he fires the gun as he yanked from the window and the sound of punches and grunts are heard. The lanky drive makes a run for it but only get five feet before his foot his tied and he pulled across the ground and pulled up toward the truck.

“Help!!”

The figure leaps down and towers over him. It draws closure until the grab him by the shirt.

“Where’s Throne?” A gruff female voice snarls.

“Look-lady I don’t know.” He punched in the stomach.

“I won’t ask twice.” She grips him tighter.

“He fled this morning, we were supposed to take this stuff to the docks and that’s it I swear.” He cries.

Batwoman grins, “That was so hard was it.” And she punches him in the face knocking him out cold.

Squad cars and a transport truck arrive seconds later. Another black Police van arrives and Commissioner Barbara Gordon wheels her way to the scene.

“Another one of Throne men?” The older woman pushes her glass up. She huffs, “Any word on where he went?”

“He’s left this morning, knowing him he told his men one place and went in the complete opposite direction.” Batwoman holds a phone out and hands it to the Commissioner.

“You think he’d left something at his mansion, he’s not a sharp as he used to be. He’s getting sloppy with his trails.” She turns in her chair as Batwoman hoped into his car.

“I’ll find out.” The car raced down the street towards the outskirts of the city.

“Alfred.” Alfred appears on the screen. He’s more weather and more grey than normal but the older man is still able to assist anyway he can.

“I see you have stopped the stolen goods from reaching the Harbour, I take it as that will conclude your night?”

“Not likely, Rupert Throne’s men said he fled town this morning, any activity on his bank accounts, or the offshore ones?”

“You’d think a man of his age would learn to stop his shenanigans,but I digress. Three days ago $100,000 was withdrawn from his checking account. Nothing sense.”

Batwoman nods, “I’m heading to his house, Barbara thinks he’s getting sloppy and I agree.”

“Very well ma’am,I will be here if you need anything.”

——-

Batwoman drops down in front of the doors to the office and pushes it open. She swiftly moves inside and feels the air is stiff.

She scans the room and sees that it looks slightly messy. Papers scattered around the room and desk, the fire is long gone and it’s cold. The chairs at pushed to the ground and safe is wide open. She glides to it and scans it.

“His finger prints are recent. At least..three days old.” The glances into the safe to find it empty.

She worlds around the find the door toward the hallway ajar. She ventures into the dim hallway. She turns a corner and is shocked at the scene before her.

“Agent A, I’m sending live footage to the Batcomputer.”

“My word, it’s a massacre.” The hallway is full of Throne’s men dead, blood, painting the marble tiles and splattered across the walls.

“Who could have done such butchery?” Alfred asks. Batwoman check the body of one of the men.

Batwoman stands up,” judging by the smell of decomposing and state of the bodies the time of death was 72 hours ago.” She passed by the remaining bodies until she comes to two large wooden doors with blood splattered and a dagger embedded in it. She pushes it and across the room his the master bed with Rupert Throne’s body.

“That smell, he’s been here for just as long.”

“Dear Lord, and no one knew.”

She scans his body and finds a large gash in his chest.

“He was stabbed with a sword.” She scans his hand and find gun power. She finds the gun on his bed and she able to tell he used it.

She looks at the door and sees blood. She scans it and it doesn’t match the blood from the hallway or Rupert’s. She finds a blood trail the leads to the balcony. Old bloody bandages are found along with the bullet.

“Seems like whoever was there wasn’t able to do the job without getting injured. I can’t track any blood trails it been to long and the rain has washed it away.”

“I’ve already notified Ms. Gordon she’s in route.

Batwoman looks toward the city across the bridge. “Something’s missing Alfred, and I’m going to find out.”

——-

The Batmobile races through the waterfall and down the platform until it stop. Batwoman climbs out and takes the lift down toward the Batcomputer where Alfred sits and the computer with a cup of tea.

“And how was the rest of the night ma’am?” She pulls off the cowl and pushes her dark locks from her face.

“There’s assassins back in the city.” She begins typing and pulls up the three other crime scenes.

The two look at each one. A victim with either a single large gash or several closely net ones are the on the screen.

“It’s not the small killer, the one that killed Throne and his men are different than these three. These victims were struggling and suffered. Throne’s was quick.”

“As quick as having a sword shoved into your chest can be I presume.” H sips his tea and stands with his cane. He moved quietly as he always did but a little more slower.

Y/n sighs, “Is he awake?”

Alfred stops at the elevator and nods. “He’s been up for sometime, I’ll prepare breakfast.”

Y/n stands up and was to the display cases. All different suits.

Starting with a few of Bruce’s old suits, then the original Robin and Batgirl suits. Finally she stops at of last suits. Bruce’s last suit was in mint condition as he left it.

She turns to the empty case and start placing her gear in it.

—-

She emerges from the office and ties her hair up waking into the kitchen.

“Mommy!” A little boy with brown hair and blue eyes smile with syrup all over his face. Y/n wipes his cheeks and smiles.

“Did you sleep well?” The five year old boy nods while eating his food.

“Finish up so I can take you to school.” She walks toward Alfred who’s making a plate for her.

“It still feels weird to leave her sometimes.” She takes the mug from him as well and sips on her coffee.

“Master Bruce wanted to be sure you were safe while he was gone. I don’t think he indeed for it to be permanent but he enjoyed the company as do I.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“If you say so, though I will say we enjoy it with you Alfred. Even considering the circumstances.” Alfred gives her a weak smile and begins washing dishes.

“I guess most Assistants don’t get his kind of attention, or is it due to the fact I keep Bruce on his toes.”

Alfred smiles, “It had been sometime since someone annoyed him the way you did, and I think it loved having someone to color with again.” He glances at Rowan who has finished his food and brings the plate to Alfred.

“What do we say Rowan?”

“Thank you Alfie.” He sings. Alfred smiles warmly at the kid.

“You’re very welcome, now run along and get your shoes so you can go to school.” Rowan runs out the room and Y/n hums.

“These Assassins, do you think they killed Bruce?” She asks. The room is still.

“I don’t know, but I must say I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll contact Ms. Gordon and see if she has any information.”

Y/n places her mug down and walks to the foyer where Rowan has his shoes on with his backpack.

She slides into her sneakers and grabs her keys. “Let’s go kid.”

———-

After dropping off Rowan Y/n pushed through the doors of Wayne Enterprises. Some of the staff waved at her while some held other emotions.

She walked past the front desk and into the elevator towards the top floor. She is met the receptionist Sara who doesn’t look up from her computer.

“Good Morning, do you have an appointment with Mr. Fox?”

“Really Sara.” The ginger grins and looks toward the woman.

“How are you hun?”

“I’m good, about as good as anyone.” The double doors open and Lucius waves her inside.

“I’ll talk with you later.” Y/n walked into the large office where Lucius turned to an old chest table and unlocked hidden elevator. They take it down in the underground bunker.

“So what have you crafted this time?” She grins with her arms crossed over her chest eyeing the new prototypes.

He nods takes a blue batarang, he throws it and it instantly electrifies the dummy.

“Fancy.”

Lucius picks up a device and hands it over to Y/n. “This was something Bruce wanted crafted, I’m still getting it fine tuned but it’s useable. Alfred filled me on our new decline of population use it and it will instantly capture and give a small concentrated burst of energy to those wrapped in it. Should help should you get out numbered by assassins.”

“How thoughtful, I appreciate it. Though I’m sure you giving me new tech isn’t the only reason you wanted to see me so soon. What’s going on?”

He takes a seat and sighs. “Bruce’s memorial is next week. They’re gonna be some changes with stuff around here. Now I’m not leaving per se but with him…gone. My attention will need to be focused more on the business side for a while. I’ve asked Luke to come home he’ll be helping craft some more stuff for you while I’m busy.”

She nods. “I understand, I appreciate you still being able to help.”

He gets to his feet slowly, “My kids now I’d never leave this unless I died. But with his services coming there are something’s that will change for you too I’m sure.”

“I asked what will happen to the manor and the cave. Alfred it’s not just his decision,what does that mean?”

Lucius nods, “Bruce’s son will have to decide what will become of his estate. And they’ll all have to agree,not sure how that’ll go.”

The exit the elevator and the office returns to normal. “Let me know how the device works.” Y/n thanks him before leaving and returning to the manor.

She immediately enters the cave, where Alfred is waiting.

“Ms. Gordon is on the line for you.” Y/n sits her purse down and answers.

“What’s wrong Commissioner?”

“You’re not gonna believe this, the mayor was just killed in his office. How fast can you get down here?”

———

Batwoman emerges from the corner of the office. Barbara looks frustrated as the CSI team dust for prints, take pictures and exam the mayor’s corpse.

“When did you find him?” Batwoman strolls toward the body as a few tech move away.

“Just after lunch, his wife found him.” Batwoman scans the body. She notices the same claw marks and a golden dagger imbedded in his chest.

She takes it out and glances at it. The craftsmen was old but it was just as good as if it was made yesterday.

She returns to the Commissioner who she shows the blade to in a clear bag.

“I’ve never seen it before, can’t say it isn’t something new for use.”

“I don’t think this is a common killer this is the work of something more sinister.” Barbara nods and something catches her eye. It’s a small piece of paper with the same dagger holding it into the wall.

Batwoman takes it and unfolds the paper. She read it and turns to the Commissioner.

“I have to go.” Before Barbara can question her she’s already gone from the balcony.

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As nightfall begins to sit in Batwoman lands on a rooftop of a hotel with the red neon lights of the building flashing.

She scans empty rooftop and comes to a stop, she dodges left as three morning stars are sent flying. She throws smoke and evades another wave of the weapons.

She backflips from a sword attack and disarms the person causing them to stumble. She begins to fight the ninja and is hit a few times.

“You are no match for me, impostor.” She spats. The ninja kicks Batwoman back and she stumbles giving the ninja time to drive a dagger into his thigh.

“You are nothing like your Predecessor. He was a lot more quicker.” She kick Batwoman who punches her in the side.

Ninja regains her balance and glares at her. “You’ll pay.” She picks up the sword and turns to the her.

“Who are you?” The ninja draws her blade at her throat.

“I am apart of the League of Assassins those who don’t want to be apart of the sorry and pathetic League it as become. Me and my faction are purists who only serve Ra Al Ghul and we will complete his mission. Neither you or this court will stop us.”

“What—court.” The ninja chuckles, “You don’t know, the Court of Owls. Your predecessor was on to them before they killed him. They will try to take Gotham back but we will defeat them, we already have the last known location of the Pits something they can’t recreate, they’ll to will bow before greatness—

Batwoman knocks the woman down and disarms her once more. The two are in a fight for the sword and Batwoman pulls the Assassin way and pulls off her mask.

The woman has a short black bob with a white strike throw her hair.

“Who,are you?” Batwoman huffs. She yells as a dagger is driven into her back.

“Mistress are you hurt?” Another assassin yanks the blade out of Batwoman.

She grins, “I am.” She gets her feet. “My name will be the last thing you hear before the poison kills you, I’m Nyssa and don’t worry about Gotham I’ll take good care of it.” And true to her wound everything went blurry and fuzzy. The last thing Y/n felt was hot then cold and everything faded to black.

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The flashes of light, sound of being and muffled voices come in and out before slowly Y/n wakes up in the cave to the faint beeping of machines. She sits up and groans as a hand is placed on her’s.

“Barbara?” The older woman nods and squeezes her hand.

“Are you alright the poison nearly killed you?” Y/n tries to sit up but is pushed back down by Barbara.

“You need to rest, Leslie and Alfred worked on you for hours to make you stable you need to give your body time to heal.” She offers her a cup of water which Y/n takes in on gulp.

“Who got me off the rooftop?” Her voice is gruff.

“No, Alfred called in some help.” They both turned to a woman Y/n never wanted to see, at least she hoped.

“Hi kitten.”

“Hello,Selina.” Barbara wheeled out of the room and Selina drew closer taking her spot.

“Alfred called me, he was worried. I happened to be back in—“

“…I don’t care why you’re back, or what you’ve come to steal. I don’t want your help.” Selina kept a somewhat vague smile.

“I understand you hate me for leaving you-“

“My entire life was spent in and out of neighbors houses, in the system because you kept getting sent back to Blackgate. You were never there for me, you or my father you talked on and on about. I’m twenty-five and still don’t know who he is or was knowing you. So I don’t need your help. Not now and not again.” Y/n laid back down and grumbled in pain turning to look at her monitor. “You can go Selina.”

Selina nodded and exited the room. A few moments later Alfred entered and sighed.

“Ms. (L/N) You do know the extent of your injury. I needed to remind you what could have happened if Ms. Kyle wasn’t in the vicinity?”

“….”

He sighs,”Very well, while you were done Ms. Gordon and I had to find the Assassin next move. They’re going to kill everyone in their way in order to defeat one another I hate to say it but we do need the assistance.”

If looks could Alfred thought to himself. “I assume you I’m not referring to Miss Kyle, you’re going to need more than one person to help you take on two deadly threats.”

Against his advice Y/n gets to her feet and exits the medical bay and made a beeline for the computer and begins typing away until four files appear on screen.

“He didn’t talk much about them.” She mumbles to herself.

“They all had their own problems and struggles with Master Bruce. But they all knew when he needed the help, I just pray you’ll ask unlike he wouldn’t.”

“Where can I find them,most of these files are four years old and no known addresses for any of them?”

Alfred moved to the side as Barbara wheeled up to the computer and began typing away as if no time had passed.

“Dick will be easy to find, maybe not to recruit. He owns a martial art and gymnastic studio in East Bludheaven. Tim lives in New York he mostly keeps quiet with attending tech events. The others will take me time to find them, they tend to go off the grid.”

Y/n nod, “I drive out in the morning—“

“I’ll take you to Bludheaven myself, I’ve asked Ms. Gordon to look after Master Rowan for a few nights if that’s okay will you?”

Y/n nods,” I’ll pack.”

———

Stepping onto the curb as a sharp wind bits through the air. Y/n pushes open the door into a dojo. A group of kids are doing routines.

She watches for a moment taking in the warm environment before someone walks behind her.

“Are you picking up or are you just here for the classes?” She turns to see a man in his late thirties. Black hair with sliver streaks, weathered features and bright sky colored eyes.

“Barbara wasn’t wrong, you do look the same.” He rolls his eyes and moves past her.

“Adult classes are Tuesday and Thursday, sign up sheet-“

“I don’t need lessons,” she grabs his arm. “But I do need your help.”

Dick removed his arm and turns to her slowly, almost as if his gaze his scanning her from head to toe.

“So,” he leans in a lowers his voice, “Your the new Rookie.” He smirks which in turns makes Y/n scowl.

“I’ve been at this for three—“

“Try a few decades. Look I know about you you’re not the first detective and probably won’t be the last. But I’m done with capes, cowls and spandex I left that life and I left Gotham.”

He walks past the students with Y/n following him.

“Look I don’t know what your relationship with Bruce was like-“

He scoffs and sits at his desk, “Be thankful for that.”

She narrows her gaze at some photos. Some with other boys younger than him and some of him younger than that.

“I came here for help for Gotham, you know as well as I do that Bruce cared about his mission. I’m not asking you to help me for him, but for the people you care about that are still there. For the memories you still have there the good one and the bad ones.” Dick turns away from her.

“I’m sorry but you need to leave, I can’t help you.” He stands up and opens the door for her. She shakes her head and leaves.

“That was a waste of time, think the others will be much help?” She slides back into the car as it drives down the street.

“I can’t say for sure, but I’ve prepared the jet for you, Master Timothy is in New York and he’s attending a gala.” Y/n sighs in her seat.

For the love of God why are your sons so stubborn Bruce?

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olderthannetfic · 7 months ago

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I'm not really contributing to any of the ongoing discussions here. Just relaying a recent experience I had.

I was perusing ao3 (as you do at 1AM) and came across a fic with a promising premise. The summary read like it was centralized around one of my favorite characters, and the tags were all tags I liked, especially so with said character.

So, I got that initial reader's high, tapped the title link like "let's gooooooo," only to get a few paragraphs in and realize that this was not a "favorite character" positive fic. Very quickly, it became apparent that this author did not like this character. The narrative was written from others' POVs with a focus on said character's less endearing traits. Traits that were not all that significant in canon. It was kind of like they took a behavior, exaggerated it to the max until it consumed and rewrote the character's personality, and then had others (that, in canon, actually like the character) bash them for it. Which is kind of weird-funny to me cause, 100%, the character is controversial. There are a lot of reasons to be critical about them. I've seen fics where the basis is 'everything is canon, but the character is completely written out.' You like them, you don't, or at the very least they're tagged character bashing.

But okay. Whatever. The tags and description were misleading. The story was disappointing. It happens. I'm the one who decided to keep reading anyway because it was actually quite well written despite the characterizations making me sad. It's all good. It's the expected hazards that come with the perusing. But then, I had let my curiosity get the better of me.

I read the comments.

Four down, I found a deleted comment. I don't how bad it must have been. But the responses to it were certainly... yeah. Someone, not the author, responded with quite the vitriol. They shared the user's pseud 'in case they deleted their comment,' said they went through the user's bookmarks, aired out the "problematic" pairings the user had read, said 'of course they like this character, they already have the leanings,' and then concluded by calling them an incest loving pedophile.

The author also responded with a remark along the lines of, "while I appreciate you taking the time to read my work, I hope you never do so again as I don't want 'your sort' here." And ended it with a 😊 ❤️.

Like... I don't know what the original user said, but did it really warrant that? The problematic ships listed weren't even problematic. The only ship they could even be referring to as 'incest' among the ones listed was a ship I know is between between two people, not related, never canonically thought themselves to be so, three years apart, mostly just really good chaotic friends, that the fandom had decided blanketedly were brother and sister. Plus, the controversial character I said was one of my favorites, canonically, has only loved one person their whole life, who is the same age as them. So I don't even know what they mean by 'leanings.'

Which, subsequently, made me wonder if the original comment had even been genuinely deserving of such harsh responses. I guess it also just bothered me a lot cause, like I said above, the pseud is still there despite the deleted comment. Anyone can go and harass them if they wanted.

I don't really have a point.

It was just a lot. I'm still thinking about it a day later, and I don't really know how to feel about it all.

I know how to feel about it:

This author does not deserve comments.

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baocean · 1 day ago

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starting over - rafe cameron [end]

smau! rafecameron x youtuber!reader

summary: you’ve moved back to the obx after 4 years of growing your career in california. your friendships stayed afloat during your time away, you can’t say the same about your relationship. but rafe hears your back in town, and it set on not letting you go this time.

authors note: guys!!!! thanks so much for reading along! i had so much fun writing this, i’ll definitely be writing another soon!!! 🩵

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things were amazing. it’d been almost two months of your relationship with rafe. you had just hit 20 million subscribers on youtube.

your friends and rafe were sitting around the kitchen counter. cleo had cooked so much food, even eight of you weren’t going to be able to finish all this.

“toast time.” sarah stood up, clicking her beer bottle with a fork, making everyone laugh.

“yn, i am extremely proud and lucky to be your best friend. i have watched you grow and become an inspiration to so many people. everything you have achieved, you have deserved, and you deserve so much more. i love you.” she spoke, smiling through every word, watching you from across the table.

you, teary eyed and laughing, got up and hugged your best friend.

“okay my turn, i have to outshine my sister.” rafe said, standing up too.

“i love you with all my heart. im so proud that you’ve accomplished all of this, and on your own too. sarah talked about inspiration, whatever, but you inspire us too. you walk into peoples lives and become their light. you change life for the better. i can’t believe im so lucky to get to experience life with you. congratulations, baby.” rafe raised his glass, opening his arms and wrapping you in a tight hug.

now, you were full on crying. you couldn’t believe you had such amazing friends and were able to reconnect with the only boy you’ve ever really loved.

you pulled your head from his chest, watched as he leaned down to kiss you. “thanks rafe,” you turned your head to sarah, “and thanks everyone. i love you guys so much.”

everyone cheered, grabbing their glasses in a chaos of ‘i love you too’ and ‘congratulations’’s and one ‘i think i’m crying’ from jj.

it had been hard work, producing so many youtube videos that ended up with no views, moving to la with only enough to pay rent. and while you were struggling, your friends were always there for you. when your career finally took off, they never treated you different. even during the break up with rafe, sarah supported you completely, despite you shit talking her brother for weeks.

you were so thankful.

three years later.

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blinddreams24 · 1 day ago

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It Was An Accident

Broomie

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He was so close! Killer lashed out at Ink before dodging a splat of purple paint. He rolled and shot some knives back, charging up a blaster. Ink deftly dodged and smacked the blaster to aim at Dust. Killer canceled the skull and teleported closer to his opponent.

He had a single mission today. Get Ink’s brush.

The theory was that Ink drew most of his power from his weapon, so separate him from his weapon and he would be much weaker. Of course, when Boss suggested the idea, Killer had jumped on it and volunteered to get within melee range of the Creator. After very little debate, the idea was accepted and Killer put in charge of retrieving the giant brush. Obviously, he was excited. He got to go toe to toe with a powerful Star Sans. Alone. Well, mostly alone. The goal was to let Ink think that he wasn’t boxed in before Killer got close enough. So Dust and Cross were mostly there for backup, letting Killer do all the work.

Ink jabbed at Killer with the blunt end. He dodged at the last second and latched onto the brush. He had it! In his hands! Ink’s eyelights flashed to a yellow question mark and an orange triangle as he glance down at Killer’s hands. With a manic grin, Killer yanked the brush out of Ink’s hands, earning a yelp. Just as they’d practiced, Dust teleported in, grabbed Killer, and teleported back to Cross who shoved them through the portal he already had open.

There was a shout from Ink before the portal snapped shut.

Killer held the brush above his head. “WOOOOOO!!!!!!! TAKE THAT, INKY BOI!!!!!!!! LES GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”

“Loud.” Dust complained as Cross flinched.

“Is this your base?”

Killer froze. Neither Cross nor Dust were looking at him. “What’d you say?”

Dust rolled his eyes. “I said you’re loud.”

“No, after that.”

Cross and Dust looked at each other then back at Killer, confused. “Neither of us said anything.” Cross said.

“Someone asked about the base.” Killer insisted.

Cross looked worried. “No. I didn’t hear anything. Are you okay?”

Killer frowned. “You two better not be messing with me.” He warned as Nightmare’s portal formed.

Horror hurried in before turning to help Nightmare as the portal snapped shut. Three arrows were imbedded in his shoulder and tentacles. He sagged as he weakly tried to tell Horror that he was fine.

“Oof! Didn’t think Nightmare would ever look like a pincushion.”

Killer sputtered and glared at Cross. The monochrome skeleton looked confused and angry.

“What?!?” Cross snapped.

“Now’s not the time for games, Cross! Leave me alone and help Boss!” Killer snapped back.

Cross scoffed. “I wasn’t playing any games!! What has gotten into you??”

Nightmare wrenched the arrow from his shoulder out and threw it on the floor. “Boys.” His voice barely held the command in his exhaustion. “While I appreciate the negativity, I can tell that you are both jumping to conclusions. Whatever is bothering you two needs to stop. Killer, take the brush to the armory and find a case or something for it. We’re not sure what we’re dealing with yet.”

Killer nodded, scowling at Cross, and turned to leave, brush in hand.

“Ooooh! Someone’s in trouble!”

Killer shot one last glare at Cross. As soon as he left the room and teleported, the brush started vibrating. “Woah!” He held it at arms length but didn’t release it. “What th-”

“I’m in Nightmare’s base!! Oooooh!! I’ve always wanted to be here!! You have no idea!!! Dream is gonna be so jealous!!! Not that he’ll ever know! He can’t hear me and neither can you!! But that’s okay!!! I’ll ask Ink to tell him!! Oh!!! I could ask Ink to tell you too!!! Oh!! You’re confused!!! What’d did I miss?? I’m always missing the interesting parts!!!” An excited voice rambled on before the brush stopped vibrating.

Killer’s eye sockets were wide as he glanced around the armory before looking back at the brush. “…What?”

“What what?? What are you looking at? I can’t tell! You don’t have eyelights like everyone else does!! Which is cool but also just weird!! Can you even see at all?? Have you just been blind this whole time and nobody knew?? Ooooh!! What a plot twist!!! I should tell Ink!!!”

“You should shut up if you know what’s good for you!” Killer’s confusion quickly turned into anger at the rambling. Was he really snapping at a paintbrush?

“Who are you talking to?? Is someone else here?? Do you know that they’re here because you don’t rely on sight?? That’s crazy-”

“I’M NOT BLIND, IDIOT!!!!!!” Killer barked out, shaking the brush. His eyes dripped hate as he realized that yes, he was in fact snapping at a paint brush. “Oh my god, Ink isn’t as crazy as we thought he was…”

There was blissful silence.

For about five seconds.

“Oh my god, can you hear me??” The brush vibrated in Killer’s hands.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Wrong answer.

“OH MY GOD!!! THIS WHOLE TIME??? WAIT, HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO HEAR ME THIS WHOLE TIME OR JUST SINCE YOU GRABBED ME???? DOES INK KNOW??? DID YOU KNOW??? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN LIKE THIS??? ARE YOU RELATED TO INK??? LONG LOST TWINS OR SOMETHING??? YEAH!!!! LIKE DREAM AND NIGHTMARE!!!! YOU’RE LIKE, OPPOSITES!!!!! INK IS ALL COLORFUL AND YOU’RE JUST GREY!!!! EXCEPT FOR THE RED SOUL THAT STICKS OUT OF YOUR CHEST!!! HOW DID YOUR SOUL GET STUCK LIKE THAT??? AND WHY IS IT MELTY??? DOES IT HURT??? ISN’T IT HARDER TO FIGHT WITH A LITERAL TARGET ON YOUR CHEST??? HAS ANYONE EVER HIT IT BEFORE???? DID IT HURT??? DID IT HURT SO BAD THAT YOU WANTED TO REACH DOWN AND TEAR IT APART SO YOU DON’T EVER FEEL PAIN AGAIN???? ARE YOU-”

“Oh my god, SHUT UP!!!!” Killer smacked the brush against the ground, splattering a few droplets of pink paint across the floor. “Don’t you ever run out of things to say?”

“No.” The brush answered genuinely. “Ink says it’s bad to keep thoughts to yourself. You could lose them.”

Scoff. “Ink would. But he’s also an idiot so there’s that.”

There was a weird breathless gasp sound. “That was rude!”

“Don’t you dare! I already have enough people lecturing me about etiquette and manners!! I don’t want to add a fucking paint brush to the list!!!!” Still holding the brush away from himself, Killer grumbled. “Why did I have to get stuck with the talking paint brush?”

“Well, I for one am happy with this development!”

“I can tell.” Growled Killer. “Why me? Is it because I touched you?”

The brush tipped to the side in his hands. “I don’t think so? I mean, Swap and Nightmare have held me before but they could never hear me. Though Nightmare didn’t hold me for long. He kinda just threw me and Ink at a wall. Swap was just handing me to Ink after he forgot me in the Omega Timeline. And then when he left me in Swap’s house, the couch was actually so comfortable I almost didn’t want to leave. And when Ink left me with that Undyne after she’d insisted he spar with her. Actually, Swap has held me a lot now that I’m thinking about it. If you could hear me by touch then he definitely would have heard me by now but he hasn’t so… yeah.”

“Are you sure he hasn’t just been ignoring you?” Killer raised a brow.

There was a weird laugh. “Swap? That Sans doesn’t have a rude bone in his body! He’d strike up a conversation with a bumblebee if it could speak! I am certain he isn’t ignoring me! Without a doubt!”

“Then why can I hear you?!”

“How am I supposed to know??” Buzzed the brush. “It’s not like I had the chance to test how Ink can hear me!! And it’s not like I thought anyone would ever be able to hear me anyways!! If you’re so upset about it, take me back to Ink!! He’d be happy to help!!”

Killer’s jaw snapped shut as he grumbled. Of course he couldn’t take the brush back. He’d just gone through all the trouble of taking the artists brush, he wasn’t about to throw all that away because the brush itself was annoying. Nightmare would kill him. Correction, the entire gang would kill him. Especially if they couldn’t hear the brush like he did. “Ugh!” This was going to be a pain to explain to Nightmare.

The brush vibrated more before Killer glared at it. “I’m sorry!! I’m just excited!! You’re the first ever person besides Ink to ever hear me!!! This is a whole new discovery!!! And we already know you!!!” It vibrated faster. “The one person I could ever talk to just turned into two!!! Why wouldn’t I be excited??”

Killer shoved the brush under his arm and stormed out of the room.

“Oooh!! Where are we going?? Are we going to see the rest of your base???”

“No!!” Killer snapped. “I am going to talk to my Boss and you are going to shut up unless I tell you to speak! Creepy brush.” He mumbled that last part. He decided not to showcase the castle to the peeping brush and teleported to outside Nightmare’s office. He should be all patched up by now and recording the days events at the desk.

He knocked thrice and waited as the brush continued to buzz in his arm.

“Come in, Killer.” Came the answer. Killer entered without hesitation and quickly shut and locked the door behind him. Nightmare raised a brow at him as he slammed the brush down on the desk. “Didn’t I specifically instruct you to put that away somewhere.” The Boss didn’t phrase it like a question.

Killer didn’t let the hidden threat affect him. “You did. But I don’t want anything to do with this thing! It’s driving me insane!”

The brush vibrated on the table, making a deep noise on the wooden surface. “You were already insane.”

“I said shut up!!!” Killer snapped at the brush, pulling out a knife he was surprised he hadn’t pulled out already.

Nightmare glanced between Killer and the brush. After a moment, he gestured for Killer to sit as a tentacle moved the brush behind the desk next to Nightmare’s seat. “Killer, explain what is going on.”

“Aww! He’s not a pincushion anymore.” The brush pouted.

Killer scrambled to get over the desk with his knife held high, soul flashing and morphing in his anger. “I SWEAR IF YOU SAY THAT AGAIN I’M GONNA TURN YOU INTO A PINCUSHION!!!!!!” A tentacle caught Killer in his dive at the brush and set him back in the chair.

“Killer.” Nightmare sighed. “Please stop yelling and tell me what’s wrong.”

Killer growled at the smug brush. “I can hear the stupid brush! It won’t shut up! It hasn’t since we got home! At least I assume that was it I heard instead of Cross or Dust.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions so fast and think for once.” The brush buzzed.

Killer fought against Nightmare’s tentacles as they held him down. “DID I ASK YOUR OPINION?!?!?” His soul close to stage three.

“Killer!” Nightmare snapped, shutting Killer up with a giggle from the brush. “If it bothers you so much, please ignore it.” He rubbed at his nasal ridge. “You said you can hear the brush. It speaks to you? And only you?”

“Yes.” Killer slowly stopped trying to murder the paint brush as Nightmare drained negativity from him. “Cross and Dust couldn’t hear it when we got home. I thought they were messing with me. When I got to the armory it got even louder. Started rambling about whether or not my lack of ‘lights meant I was blind.”

“…are you-”

“No!!!” Killer spat at the brush.

“Killer.” Nightmare insisted calmly.

“Sorry, Boss.” Killer apologized before continuing. “I figured out pretty quickly that it was the brush talking and it somehow got even louder when it realized I could hear it.”

“I told you, it’s exciting!”

“You didn’t shut up about how ‘excited’ you were.” Killer growled.

Nightmare sighed into his hands. “You are certain the brush is speaking to you and not some other entity?”

Killer’s brows drew together. “Yeah… Are there other ‘entities’ that I should know about?”

“No.” Nightmare stated glancing at the brush beside him who happily vibrated under the attention. “Has it asked you anything?”

Killer shrugged between the tentacles. “Mostly just what I’ve been asking myself. Like, how this is even possible.”

“Anything about Ink?”

“Oh, I can tell you some things about Ink!” The brush ‘chuckled.’

Killer eyed the brush. “Oh, yeah?” He probed.

“Oh, yeah~.” The brush kept vibrating. “His daily life is so chaotic! The few consistencies he has are hard to miss.”

Nightmare’s eyelight switched between Killer and Ink’s brush, waiting for an answer. Killer’s attention was locked on the brush.

“He goes to visit Error every day for one. No idea why, Error almost always tries to kill him. Although, sometimes we’ll just watch Undernovela with him. He really likes that au! I swear he can quote every moment from memory! Unlike Ink, who forgets everything. If it weren’t for Swap and Dream, Ink would’ve left me in some random au and maybe even got caught by some scientist or run out of his vials again and gone stiff. He’s always forgetting to go back for refills.”

Killer tipped his head. “What’s so important about his vials?” Nightmare perked up and looked down at the brush.

“Well, they’re the only reason he’s still standing!” The brush proclaimed. “If he doesn’t drink enough of them, he loses his feelings. Anger, sadness, joy, all of them. Though, Dream has never been able to feel his emotions but that might be ’cause it’s paint from the Doodle Sphere. That paint works different. But if Ink actually runs out of paint and it leaves his system, he goes stiff as a statue. Nothing can budge him until he touches paint from his vials again. It’s a good thing he has me and his friends to help him out! He’d be long gone if we weren’t!”

Killer grinned mischievously as he turned to face a curious Nightmare. “You’re gonna like this brush, boss.”

#undertale #killer sans #dust sans #cross sans #horror sans #nightmare sans #it was an accident

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number1rizgukgakstan · 8 months ago

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FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR FINALE PART 2 LIVEBLOG: SPOILERS AHEAD

ITS GAME TIME BABY! :D I'm so ready for this. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

Spoilers Under The Cut!

GOD their outfits are so fucking cool. I love their bullying of Brennan. it's so great I love it. I CANT BELIEVE THEY DIDNT TELL HIM thats so funny.

"I spent 217 dollars at Hot Topic" Real for that Siobhan.

I would have KILLED for Brennan in Emo Kid Clothes but alas. Some other time.

FABIAN'S ABOUT TO DO THE COOLEST FUCKING THING :DDD

MIRRORS??? MIRRORS?? ROMAENCE PARTNER APPEARANCE MAYBE??? MAYBE??? MAYBE??? It'd be so funny

That dice span for SO FUCKING LONG oh my god. The dice are FEELING IT today.

Fabian pushing Jace into the lava is maybe the funniest use of Brennan's own fucking encounter design against him. I love it.

18 D10???? EIGHTEEN??? INSANE.

"I served Rueben up a plate of redemption arc and he fucking cast a ninth level spell on it" is great.

"AHHH I SHOULD HAVE STUDIED A LITTLE BIT" beautiful final words for the duplicate

Ohhhh Jace is being HIVE-MINDED. He's just a minion. Damn.

WAIT. SO ONCE THE RAGESTARS ARE GONE, THEY COULD PROBABLY BE SAVED RIGHT??? Ratgrinders might get to go away, maybe?

Oh god if Kristen gets rage-starred they're seriously fucked,,, thank god it didn't happen.

MAZEY NOOOOOOOO.

"I mean I don't Hate it" NOT THE TIME FABIAN

They're already two people down [sobs]

OH MY GOD PORTER REALLY FUCKING HATES GORGUG HOLY SHIT. He's so fucking scary actually.

Oh god I'm so worried ANKARNA NOOOOOO

RIZ'S FUCKING PLAN IS INSANE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Murph the GENIUS YOU ARE. The fact that it did ONE HUNDRED AND SIX DAMAGE is absurd.

"VERY GOOD ON PAPER BUT NO PRACTICAL APPLICATION" OUCH!

SHE'S NOT EVEN RAGE-STARRED??? SHE WAS DOING THIS WILLINGLY?? HOLY SHIT MOST COMPELLING VILLAIN EVER. SHE REALLY IS JUST THAT FULL OF HATE. #1 HATER. I LOVE IT.

Mary-Ann CHOOSING to take the damage is absurd. We stan a dedicated queen.

Oh god three people down is worrying. I'm sure they'll pull through.

ANOTHER CLUTCH SCATTER FROM ADAINE!

God, Brennan's homebrew spell coming back to bite him is SO funny.

GET FUCKED JACE YOU LITTLE BITCH!

ARTHUR AGUEFORT'S CONTINGENCY MEASURE IS SO FUNNY.

Killing KLCK fucking over Jace and Porter is incredibly funny. Turns out Rage does not make for Good Planning.

LOWEST INT BITCHES AS YOUR LEADERS IS SO FUNNY

"I really can't I tried" GOD jace is such a stupid fucking sorcerer I love him.

Jace failing to Bigby's Hand Adaine into the lava and then fighting with Porter is amazing. Peak. ANOTHER CLUTCH NAT 20 FOR GORGUG! The gym really is pulling things off for them.

"He just rolled a 4" in the most defeated voice ever is so fucking funny. This is what happens when half your villain party has shitty strength.

"eat this gizard and get the fuck up" God I love Brennan's random ass magic items. It's great.

"You might still be trapped in a Burning Elmville with a raging giant" So an average Tuesday in Solace?

Honoring the Cock and Getting a Nat 1- the Dimension 20 Way

Fig's tricky little Shatter is my favorite tactic in her toolbox. And her getting 40 damage of shatter is ABSURD, even if her rolling them one by one is nerve-wracking.

SIXTY-NINE FIRE DAMAGE :D

SO IF BUDDY COMES BACK HE JUST FUCKING DROPS STRAIGHT INTO THE LAVA??

BAKUR BABY!!!!!!! LET'S HOPE HE'S NOT EVIL!

He doesn't have his own mini so he's basically just That Guy

Bakur might choose to join either side so let's see :eyes eyes eyes:

GOD I love Fabian and his clutch rolls. BAKUR and ALLIES!

SQUEEEEEEEM!!! FUCK YEAH!! SQUEEM! AND HE BROUGHT THE CORTADOS. BALTHAZAR'S BACK!!!!! HOLY SHIT??? I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOU BUT I LOVE YOU!

YOU GOT YOUR HEALS! GET A CORTADO AND JOIN THE PARTY SQUEEEEM!

Mary-Anne rolling a nat 1 is so funny i'm losing it. Clutch ass cutting words. The Hangman is winning!

Fabian and Mazey are SO cute. They deserve the fucking world. ITS ALL LOVE NOW!!!!

The value of protective anger,,,, the strength of love and light and the desire to combat those who would hurt the ones you love,,, Brennan Lee Mulligan you are a genius

ANOTHER K2 BLIMEY NAT 20??? THE DICE ARE THE REAL HEROES OF THIS STORY. It's fucking. It's so fucking funny. I'm literally crying.

Zac in the DM's seat again is making me laugh so hard.

Brennan actually packing up behind them is so funny. He's really committed to the bit.

"She's about to become a normal person" this is actually tragic when you think about it. Luckily, K2 is in a comedy show, so it's going to be funny instead.

"This spell is MEANT to be comedic" yeah it's literally a fucking snowman.

OH MY GOD. CASSANDRA MADE K2 A REAL PERSON???? HOLY SHIT THIS IS SOME PINOCCHIO LEVEL BULLSHIT IM ECSTATIC. OR LIKE, FROSTY THE SNOWMAN???

"Unsleeping City K2???" I WANT THIS

K2 is now a human cleric and she's fucking real. Holy shit she's fucking real.

GOD THE MOMENT WITH CASSANDRA AND BAKUR IS SO FUCKING COOL.

BALTHAZAR GOT FUCKING DISINTEGRATED [sobs] GOODBYE SWEET MAN WHO NEVER DOES ANYTHING. THE MOST CRINGEFAIL MAN EVER

Oh god the Bad Kids are fucking down again :sobs:

"We're just collecting Barbarians" I love that <3 Barbarians Only

Mazey is definitely an honorary bad kid <3 Epic crits and clutch heals for all!

Fabian and Gorgug have gone down SO MUCH. It's incredible how they keep fucking pulling themselves back up. They are truly living on the edge.

We're halfway through the episode and I am very excited and also a little nervous.

OH THANK GOD SANDRA LYNN'S FINE! :D It's also nice to see Lydia and Ragh! :D

I love how Fig immediately calls back to her mom to help. They're the family ever.

GOD Jawbone's full mini is so fucking cool.

BRENNAN YOU CAD WHERE'S AYDA???????

"All I have to do is be dead and I can roll anything" should be printed on a dice holder FOR SURE

THE FUCKING AGENT IS HERE??? IM LOSING IT

BAXTER IS FIGHTING PORTER??? OH MY GOD

Lydia's wheelchair sliding is actually so fun. I love Brennan taking into account wheelchair physics for his combat. It's always nice to see.

GORGUG HAS A FUCKING FLASHBANG?????? ONCE AGAIN GORGUG'S ABILITIES COME IN CLUTCH.

"is this Justice? Is this a New Dawn?" GOES SO FUCKING HARD???? ADAINE YOU ARE THE COOLEST

BAKUR BACK TO HIS HIGH ELF SELF!!!!

EVERYONE'S GETTING A DIVINE INTERVENTION????? HOLY SHIT.

HOLY SHIT FABIAN DID IT???? FUCK THATS SO COOL. FABIAN, A PROTECTOR, ALONGSIDE ADAINE. THEY ARE THE BEST FRIENDS!

Mazey and Fabian are so sweet. I want them to be in love forever do you hear me???? YOU HEAR ME???

"All the ways you've protected people is what makes you cool" GOD MAZEY GETS IT. FABIAN HAS SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE.

Ankarna, sitting in the bottomless pit; THAT BOY DESERVES TO BE WITH HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. LET ME RISE UP!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH ANKARNA LIVES. SHE FUCKING SLAYS!!! SHE SLAYYYYYYYYYS

Jace getting fucking arrested is the funniest ending for a villain in this show. ITS NOT EVEN THE REAL JACE.

"I WAS HILDA HILDA THE WHOLE TIME!" EMILY THE COMEDIAN THAT YOU ARE!

God this battle was so cool it really did a lot for the Bad Kids as characters.

All of the scenes in the ether were SO GOOD. They really show how strong they've grown, and the strengths of their heart. Their desire to look ahead is built into them, and I love it.

"rebellion without a new dawn to look forward to is just cynical"

"where's the fucking cat" KRISTEN YOU'RE SO FUCKING FUNNY

SQUEEM AND BALTHAZAR HUNTING KALINA IS GREAT

"bring back everyone but Kipperlilly"

"No, just Mary-Ann"

The Bad Kids are great, Funniest people ever, 10/10

"Juicy God Gossip" is such a funny line. Another t-shirt I want.

GOD DAMN IT ARTHUR AGUEFORT WHY ARE YOU JUST NOW SHOWING UP

FORGIVEN, HE BROUGHT AYDA BACK, WE ARE WELL. God their reunion was perfect it was so sweet. And Adaine and Ayda also had a really good moment.

Arthur Aguefort is the single funniest character Brennan has ever written.

Kristen Applebees is going to be the president! HOLY SHIT!

YOLANDA AND LUCY ARE BACK!!!! I LOVE THEM!!!

RATGRINDERS REDEMPTION ARC!!! So they were ALL just possessed. This is a good ending.

Oisin and Ivy should hopefully have a terrible senior year :3

Mary-Ann is so funny and earnest and sweet and I seriously love her. I hope she has a wonderful senior year and nothing bad ever happens to her ever again. ENEMIES TO LOVERS GORGUG AND MARY-ANN WAS NOT ON MY BINGO CARD

Is Gorgug's type just barbarians who can kill him????

GOD all of them are so fucking funny.

Kristen as a Pantheon Type Cleric makes SO MUCH SENSE!!!

Riz switching to tea and embracing change is beautiful. He's so fucking strong. "whatever you choose to do, you're going to be good at it" I love his relationship with his mom so much.

Adaine's mom is being a little bastard in the Nightmare Forest? That's going to be fun to follow up on if they ever do.

"i'd take them to get you" made me SOB. They're THE SISTERS EVER.

"we know what its for, we don't have to talk about it, it wasn't great" IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. Realest teenager moment ever.

HIS MOM SHOWS UP??? CRYING LAUGHING

HOLY SHIT FABIAN'S GRANDAD IS BACK!!

FABIAN's MOM IS ACTUALLY PREGNANT [screaming] THATS SO FUNNY

HIS INFANT SIBLING IS LITERALLY THE NEWEST NEMESIS IM CRYING

"Do you ever talk to Jawbone about any of this?" Mazey's gonna learn her new boyfriend has NO CHILL.

FOUR GOD PANTHEON???? That's going to be SO FUN!!!

Tracker and her girlfriend broke up I'm losing it.

GERTIE DECLARED KRISTEN HER NEMESIS I'm SCREAMING thats so funny. I mean it was intensely funny. It is a bit fucked up she led Gertie on, but that's teenagers for you.

GORGUG AND FIG ARE SO SWEET I'M SOBBING. GORGUG'S GIFTS ARE ADORABLE. THEY ARE THE BEST FRIENDS EVER.

The Thistlesprings are the Most Adoring Parents Ever I love them so much. PROFESSOR THISTLESPRING ARC???? I REALLY HOPE THAT HAPPENS.

"maybe next year i'll be the bad guy?" ARTHUR AGUEFORT I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD.

AYDA AND FIG MOMENT. I LOVE HOW INTENSE AYDA IS. THE GIRLFRIENDS EVER.

Oh my god the Complicated Women Podcast I'm screaming. I love how Sandra Lynn talks about it.

Fig's going to be SUCH a good big sister. Hopefully Fig can help Fabian handle things.

GOD the Hunter's Mark from Sandra Lynn to make sure she can always find her daughter is so sweet. They're the cutest ever.

"Maybe she can just trust that they'll be friends outside of school" GOD I LOVE THAT. Fig is THE BARD EVER.

THE AUTOMATONS HUNTING FIG IS SO FUNNY.

Ayda connected the Bottomless Pit with Leviathin and I'm just sobbing. Her point about learning was so strong and brilliant I love it.

"it's hot tub time!" - GOD THATS SO FUNNY

OH MY GOD BAKARATH IS REAL???? AND KALINA???? THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY. IS BAKARATH GOING TO BE THE FINAL BOSS OF A FUTURE SEASON???

That ending was amazing and I had such a good time. It's bittersweet, but I'm happy I was here. GO BAD KIDS!!

#fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #fhjy liveblog #d20 spoilers

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MINIMUM WAGE LAIOS LETS gooooooo no bc the fic was so cute😭😭 obsessed w everyone’s characteristations now I wanna know more about minimumwage!dunmeshi verse lmaooo. Also I screamed when I read hawk tuwa

ngl i meant to erase hawk twah (and the ultra violet lesbian line) from the record but i was so tired i just left it in. glad i did though cuz i've gotten a couple people now saying it made them giggle

and omg!!! minimum wage dunmeshi... i assume about the grocery store i made up in my mind sorry if not

so.

laios is a courtesy clerk. very polite and kind, honestly, just not outgoing towards the customers (even downright avoiding them sometimes lol)

kabru is the tired assistant front end manager. has to stay wayyy later than the store managers and do all the actual important shit for a quarter of the pay. always on the employee's side, but is such a workplace drama instigator.

mithrun and toshiro exclusively work self-checkout and only interact with each other. toshiro because everyone else is jarring in their customer-service voices and mithrun cuz he's been there basically since the store opened and doesn't give a FUCK.

i can see falin being a pharm tech that got her brother the job. she's not really a customer favorite because she under-explains things and comes off spacey.

marcille opens at the customer service desk. she WANTED to be in the pharmacy too but couldn't remember which medications conflicted with each other and was politely "asked" to step down.

chilchuck closes the service desk. he's been there almost as long as mithrun and similarly has no desire to move up in the chain of command. doesn't want more responsibility and likes how isolated the desk is. he can sit back there and get paid for it. it's great.

izutsumi is another courtesy clerk. she started like three weeks ago and already hates it. does not mind letting laios do most of her work. has already been written up and receives many poor performance reviews from secret shoppers.

senshi wanted to be in the meat department but they had "no available positions" so he got stuck as a cashier. says he really doesn't mind (LIAR). very approachable though! gives honest item recommendations and nutrition advice based on what customers are checking out. always thanks people for stopping by. women want him, men also want him.

namari doesn't know how it happened, but she's also assistant supervisor. she started as a courtesy clerk, then skipped cashiering to go behind the customer service desk and one day was asked what she thought of becoming afem. acts more like a regular coworker than a supervisor though and doesn't care for customers. constantly wondering if she's able to step back down because the additional little jobs are extremely tedious and annoying to her lol

rin quit forever ago but came back as a cashier because kabru BEGGED her to because they needed more help.

inutade is another courtesy clerk, actually likes her job???

yaad and thistle are assistant store managers, rarely do you see them actually out on the floor. yaad is excused as an airhead and thistle's reputation flips from sweet summer child to ruthless twat constantly.

delgal is the big bad head store manager everyone has a secret power-crush on. very kind to employees on the RARE times he interacts with them. kabru sees him a lot because delgal asks for opinions on how the store could improve -- kabru adores delgal as a boss.

#laios could also work at a bookmans or zia #ive seen people say that and i totally agree #dunmeshi.🍈#bongos.answers.🥝

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yes preview for wasted times it brought me to your amazing work!!!!!

HERE YOU GOOOOOOO <33

December 2008.

You stare apprehensively at your faint reflection through the three inch plexiglass in front of you. It’s nerve-wracking, sitting here with a lump in your throat, fidgeting with your hands as the anxious tick tock, tick tock of the clock on the wall fills your ears.

There’s a sound of the door; heavy footsteps strolling on the floor before they land on the opposite side of the glass. His handcuffs jingle against each other, against the table as he sits down, picking the phone up to put it by his ear.

“Hey.”

Your shaky hands reach for the phone. “Hi.”

He’s still as beautiful as ever; those downturned, shrewd, purple eyes of his, his braids hanging low across his shoulder, still parted in that fresh, crisp middle part. He’s not looking rough, looking pristine in fact, like he hasn’t been locked up for 3 weeks.

Ran stares at you like he always does, so relaxed and casual, like everything is alright and ok, like he isn’t sitting in jail , like he didn’t betray your trust and go back on his word for the third time in a row.

Worst part about this all is you know , deep down somewhere inside you, you forgive him and you’ll take him back again, and again and again .

You shift on the cold, hard stool beneath you. He’s always one for holding eye contact. Normally, it leaves you flustered, unable to look away until it becomes overwhelming. Now, it leaves you perturbed, literally on the edge of your seat. The only thing stopping you from slapping him is your resolve and the literal glass front separating you two.

“Why did you do it?” Is the first thing you ask; the words leaving your mouth effortlessly.

He leans forward, resting both elbows on the table as he shrugs his shoulders. “‘Cause I wanted to.” He shifts his gaze from your face to the v-neck of your shirt, lips curling into a smirk. “You look good. New shirt?”

“Ran—”

“ Who bought it for you?” His eyes narrow, but his face remains calm.

It’s chilling how quick he can switch up; his voice remains the same yet there’s a buried trail of icyness that sends goosebumps up the spine of those who hear it.

“I did.” It’s a lie, you know it, he knows it. He clearly knows it because he’s shifting back a little on the stool, tilting his head condescendingly to the side.

“Babe —”

“ Don’t call me that ,” you say, shakily, heart pounding in your chest.

He blinks at you, unbothered. “Don’t interrupt me.” That icy tone is back, paired up with a lukewarm stare. “ Babe ,” he repeats, practically spitting the words at you out of spite, ignoring you when your eyes roll, “you know I only have limited time to talk to you. So are you gonna be good for me and tell me the truth, or lie to my face and waste both our time, hm?”

It’s embarrassing how quick your resolve snaps, unable to stand up to him; even more humiliated when it hits you that no matter how much you hate him, how much your heart tells you to forget about him, you know deep down, you’ll always submit to him. “I’ll tell the truth.”

“Good. Who bought that for you?”

“...Shion.”

Ran sits up a little, eyebrows raising marginally at an attempt to hide his surprise, but you see right through it. It was the exact reason why you didn’t want to tell him.

“Shion, huh?” He chuckles, like it was expected. “No surprise there. He always wanted what was mine.”

“That would be true if I belonged to you. But I don’t .”

Being here, being around him, this place is all so overwhelming. You try to make eye contact with one of the guards standing on the edge of the door, frowning when he looks away.

“Aw. Is that what he tells you? He whispers that in your ear every night, doesn’t he? That’s cute.”

“He doesn’t. I think for myself. Nobody does that for me.”

“Hm. You’re right. You are smart, aren’t you? So, if that’s the case—” He leans forward again, you subconsciously shift backwards, away from the glass, his gaze. “—why’re you here, then?”

Good question; you yourself can’t provide him with an answer because you don’t know it either. It tickles at the back of your mind, the answer faint, blurred, and unfinished, hoping that being here, seeing him eye to eye again would be all your brain needed to fit the final piece of the puzzle together and form the answer you’ve been determined to figure out all this time.

“B—because…I—” You gather all your courage to look him in the eye as you say these words. “I wanted to tell you that I’m moving on. I don’t need you anymore and…and when you get out, don’t come looking for me, asking for me. I’m done with you.”

“And you waited for me to get locked up so you could tell me?”

“How long do you have?” You cut him off, not ready to answer his question yet.

“Probably a year or so.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, mouth dropping a little. “W—wait, no , but—they said you had at least 8 years in the hearing—”

“They read it wrong.”

“ No . No they didn’t. You did something…you made a deal, didn’t you?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe I did. So what?”

“You know what. I don’t care.” You mimic his shrug, watching as his slight smile drops back into that neutral, relaxed stare. “I just wanted to see you one last time before I cut you out of my life forever. That’s all. I didn’t come here for you. I came here for myself.”

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night. You’ll be back though.”

“I really won’t. I—I’m happy . Happy with Shion. He treats me well, he—”

“He’s worse than me, but you don’t know that, do you? Or… no , you do know that. You just don’t want to admit it because you’ve managed to convince yourself that you could do better than me. Right?”

You exhale wobbily, closing your eyes, tightening your grip on the phone. “How is he worse than you?”

“Because he’s a coward, a weakling, a pussy. Think about it for a moment.” He watches your lips twitch a little, your bottom lip disappearing between your teeth as you bite at it. “You thinkin’?”

“Shut up.”

He snickers, wetting his bottom lip. “Want me to tell you how?”

“...yes.”

“Name everyone in Tenjiku.”

You blink, trying to remember the names of everyone. “You, your brother, Izana…Mucho, right?” When he nods, you continue naming, “— uhh —Shion , Koko, Mochi—”

“Right.” His voice drips in condescension. “Now name everybody locked up right now.”

“...everybody but Shion.”

“Has it hit you yet?”

“I don’t see your point here, Ran.” You don’t, you genuinely don’t see his point, and he can see it in your eyes, your face.

He groans, hitting his head with the tip of the phone, bashing it against his forehead a few times out of sheer frustration that he has to spell it out for you, give you a pencil, eraser, and literally move your hand on the paper to connect the dots.

“Shion is too weak . Weak in fights, weak at everything. Too scared to face the consequences of his actions. There’s a reason why everybody but him is locked up. He had to wait for me to get put away, far away from you before he snatched you up from me. He couldn’t even fight me for you. That’s the guy that you want beside you?” He scoffs, fed up with this conversation and your naivety. “Good luck .”

“That doesn’t explain how he’s not locked up—” You flinch as he slams the phone down, the sound echoes in the room and your ears, hating the sound of his handcuffs sliding across the table as he stands. You quickly wipe a stray tear from your eyes when the door slams shut.

It’s annoying how much you let his words get to you, even more annoying because you know he’s right .

Everyone in Tenjiku got caught when the name of their stake-out was leaked to the police suddenly, catching all the members off guard when they raided the place, arresting Izana, Koko, and Rindou, who were there at the time.

Luckily for Ran, he wasn’t there, therefore narrowly escaping jail time. Until he put the pieces of the puzzle together.

When he found Shion, he didn’t show mercy, beating him down until his face was practically unrecognisable. It didn’t help Ran’s case that it was in public; he didn’t care who was watching, who he traumatised by the sight of him bashing Shion’s face with his fist again and again and again until the police had to come and drag him off his unconscious body.

When you heard the story, part of you knew he didn’t attempt to kill him because of the fact he snitched.

You knew, deep down, you were part of the equation too; that it wasn’t just black and white, that Ran hurt Shion to that extent because Ran hated Shion for always trying to take you from him. He would have beat him down before, put him in his place ages ago but there’s a rule about infighting.

Ran’s story made sense the more you think about it.

You were the first one Shion called to help patch him up, and you couldn��t help but feel sorry for him.

You knew him before you knew Ran, practically growing up with Shion, attending the same middle school before he dropped out of high school, leaving you behind. He still kept in touch with you via text, but kept as limited contact with you as possible, refusing to let you fall into his world, the new darker world, full of crimes, and violence. He kept you safe , out of sight and mind from his friends.

Until you slipped through the cracks, stumbled right into Ran’s arms, sticking to his web, falling for his charm, the same charm Shion lacked. It was painful watching you trip head over heels for Ran, was frustrating watching you go blind to all the red flags, the danger you’re putting yourself in.

It weighed on Shion because he knew he couldn’t do anything versus Ran.

The one time he confronted Ran, telling him to stop bringing you deeper into this life, stop putting you in danger, it backfired on him. Ran told him he doesn’t care because you’re his , and he’s yours .

Ran knows he has the ability to protect you from anybody, an ability Shion lacked from the start.

Shion knew the only way to get him away from you, out of his life, was to turn him in, hoping all the stuff Tenjiku did was enough to lock Ran up for at least 10 years.

In that time, he would swoop in, run away with you, change his life around, make you his, put a ring on it hopefully, without the threat of Ran taking you away.

It was sad that the rest of Tenjiku was collateral damage, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

But as always, Shion’s plan backfired, and failed.

You think about how quickly Shion was to talk down on Ran as you were patching him up, telling you you’re safe now, away from Ran, away from it all. He told you a different story, how Ran turned on Shion for no reason, beat him black and blue till he was struggling to even open his eyes.

He made you despise Ran for almost murdering your childhood friend.

Hearing Ran’s version of everything made you realise that Shion was the one that was behind it all, now Ran and his friends are locked up because of you .

And that weighed on you.

“Shion,” you call out, slowly, softly, digging your feet into the softness of his carpet as you look at him laying on his bed, on his phone.

He looks up, the hallway light making you appear as a shadow. He squinted, trying to adjust to the brightness, lips curving out into a smile when he realises it’s just you. “Hey, baby. You’re not comin’ to bed?”

“I have a question, and—” you swallow heavily, wrinkling your nose, hand tightening on the suitcase handle behind you. “—and I need you to be totally honest with me. Okay?”

He can detect the seriousness in your tone, your rigid, tense, posture as you keep your distance from him and his bed. “Is everything alright?”

“Did…did you send Ran and all of them to jail? Did you snake on them? Did you abandon them all to rot over there while you—while you snuggle up in bed with me and live your life?”

He sits up, confused on how you know this and how you—

“You went to see him, didn’t you?”

“Shion…answer me—”

“ No.” He cuts you off, standing up from the bed, leaving the sheets crumpled, wrinkled, as he makes his way towards you. “I can’t believe this shit. You’re still thinkin’ about him when you have me ? Let him go , for fucks sake, why—why’re you even seeing him?”

You’re blinking fast, the suitcase handle behind you reminding you that you have no intention of staying here with him anymore.

“Well? You gonna answer me? Why is he still on your mind? After what he did to me?” He’s referencing the fight; pointing at his black eye, now healing— ish .

“When are you just going to tell me the truth…Shion? I’m sick of all the lies. Did you turn them in?”

“Yes! Okay? Yes, I fucking did! I did it for you .”

“I didn’t ask you to ruin the lives of your friends! Stop putting that blame on me!”

“I ruined their lives? Bullshit ,” he spat, stepping closer to you. “They ruined their own lives. Nobody asked them to launder all that money, sell all those drugs, fight all those people. Nobody told them to do that. They ruined their own lives.”

“You were part of that too,” you remind him that he was part of Tenjiku too. He was involved in that criminal activity whether he wants to accept that fact or not. “Nobody forced you to do that either, yet look…they’re all suffering for their decisions, but you’re here…with me? How does that make sense?”

“It’s different . You know that.”

“No, I don’t.” You sigh, long and spiritless, digging the heel of your palm into your eyes. “God, I can’t believe this. Ran was right.”

“Ran?” He splutters, “Right? Right about what?”

“You are weak , Shion.” You watch the mirth drip from his face, the realisation dawned on him; his insecurities coming out from the shadows, reminding him that he’s nothing but the weakest member of Tenjiku, unable to even defend himself, yet he thought he could protect you. “You’re pathetic, a snake , and a coward. And—and I never want to talk to you again.”

He’s left stunned, legs weak, wobbly, when he sees you walk away, unable to chase you even if he tries. His chest fills with panic as he looks at the suitcase you drag behind you. It finally hit him; it’s official.

He’s lost to Ran, again .

This time, he can’t get you back. He won’t get you back, not when Ran is still alive and breathing, still very much existing because as long as Ran is around, you’re bound to him.

To your luck, Shion kept his distance, kept away from you, respecting your wishes and stayed away from you. It hurt. The whole situation hurts . You lost your boyfriend, and the guy you thought saved you from your boyfriend. It doesn’t feel real, sometimes you even pinch at your skin to remind yourself that you’re alone and everything that happened to you was very much real .

You attempted to visit Ran again, tell him you broke things off with Shion and you’d wait for him—you’d wait that year he had left for him.

But he didn’t want to see you.

He was avoiding you, you calls, your visits.

After the fifth time you went there, the door never opened, he wasn’t there on the other end of the plexiglass. The amount of times you had to see your own faint reflection through it, eyes hopeful and teary, waiting for those doors to open, or the sounds of heavy footsteps to catch your attention was embarrassing.

He was making it obvious he didn’t want to talk to you. And you don’t blame him either.

That’s the worst bit.

#—tr </3 #ran x reader

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disasterbijupiter · 4 months ago

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G Gundam side story English translation, Ch. 4 part 1

This is my fan translation of the new G Gundam side story, Chapter 4! I post each chapter in sections, so here is part one.

(start from beginning) | (read previous part)

Episode 4:

Prologue

Sighing with a bitter smile, Lone Fox Seeking Defeat places her hand on her armless right shoulder.

Lone Fox Seeking Defeat: “However, those days remain engraved on this lost arm.”

Undefeated of the East: “So this time, with Dark duties and such as second priority……… your true objective is……… as I thought………”

Lone Fox Seeking Defeat: “Yes……… As you can imagine, it’s entirely about a personal grudge.”

Lone Fox Seeking Defeat smiles coldly.

Stalker emerges in the scene.

Stalker: “The only opponent who the Undefeated of the East couldn’t defeat… no, didn’t defeat, is the elder sister disciple who trained under the previous master, now called ‘Lone Fox Seeking Defeat,’ who turned out to be a one-armed swordswoman……… But, what in the world is this ‘personal grudge,’ which the Undefeated of the East says is separate from Dark Shuffle duties? It seems as if the key to the story is hidden between the two of them……… And this time, as we delve deeper into that mystery, let’s allow them to tell us everything.”

Stalker holds his microphone ready.

Stalker: “Now then, Gundam Fight!! Readyyy, gooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!”

Stalker loudly announces.

Guyana of a long-gone era………

At the summit of the Guyana Highlands, two people are standing on either side of Angel Falls. They are the elder sister disciple, Lone Fox Seeking Defeat, and younger brother disciple, Undefeated of the East, in their younger days.

Younger brother disciple: “Elder sister disciple! Let’s have a bout!!”

Elder sister disciple: “In that case, how about I give you three moves first!!”

Younger brother disciple: “I hope you don’t regret those words!!”

Poised with his palm held out in front of him, the Undefeated of the East races through the air.

Younger brother disciple: “Haahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!”

Immediately, the younger brother disciple attacks his elder sister disciple.

Elder sister disciple: “First move!!”

The elder sister disciple catches his palm with her fist.

Elder sister disciple: “Speed, weight, good as always!”

Younger brother disciple: “Then the second move!”

He immediately goes around her left and right, unleashing a barrage of punches with both fists.

Elder sister disciple: “Our school’s Number 38! To defeat it, dodge with Left Number 5!!”

The elder sister disciple lets her sleeves fly. Her sleeves wrap around the younger brother disciple’s fists, and she flings him away.

Younger brother disciple: “The receiver of the move is the secret!!”

When the elder sister disciple looks, there’s a mark from her younger brother’s palm on her back.

Elder sister disciple: “This was your third move!”

Younger brother disciple: “Next, let’s give you three moves, elder sister disciple!”

Elder sister disciple: “Who are you to say something like that?!!”

With that, the elder sister disciple jumps straight down the flowing waterfall. The younger brother disciple follows, leaping after her.

Younger brother disciple: “This, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this!!!!!”

Elder sister disciple: “Take that, take that, take that, take that, take that, take that, and that!!!!!”

As fists and hands strike one another, the two people race down the flowing waterfall.

Guyana’s beautiful nature is spread out below them.

Dusk

Elder sister disciple: “Hahahahahahaha!! That was quite a bit of an improvement!”

Younger brother disciple: “No, no, you’re the one who’s getting better and better, elder sister disciple. Now I wonder how long it will take me to catch up.”

Elder sister disciple: “What? You were planning on catching up with me??”

Younger brother disciple: “Of course, next time I’ll aim even higher!!”

Elder sister disciple: “In that case, I guess I’ll have to become a turtle!”

Younger brother disciple: “Wow, that’s good!!”

Both of them: “Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.”

The two return to the cave with fish and fruit in hand. Suddenly, upon looking they see that Master Undefeated of the East is sitting in the back of the cave.

Younger brother disciple: “How’s this, Master?”

Master: “Hm…… Tonight I have a little something to talk with you two about………”

Both of them sit politely before their master.

Elder sister disciple: “What do you mean by that?”

Younger brother disciple: “Are ruffians causing trouble somewhere again, or something like that?”

Elder sister disciple: “Or, is a rival school criticizing us or something? So, is it okay to get rid of them for you?”

Younger brother disciple: “If so, I, the unworthy, should do it.”

The siblings smile boldly.

Master: “No, no, it’s nothing like that………”

The master smiles, trying to calm the pair down.

Master: “I think I’d like to clear up a worry I’ve had for quite some time.”

Both of them: “Which is……”

With an abrupt change, the two prepare themselves.

Master: “Is the Gundam Fight the right path………?”

The master whispers with a quiet strength. It’s like a faint guiding light amid the blackness.

Master: “I would like to ask you, siblings, for the answer.”

Both disciples are sitting in front of their master.

Elder sister disciple: “………………”

Younger brother disciple: “………………”

However, there is no response from the two disciples.

Master: “Many Gundam Tournaments have taken place……… I would have liked to have been able to find the answer myself, but………”

Interrupting the master’s sad murmur, the elder sister disciple replies.

Elder sister disciple: “In that case, Master, why don’t I become your eyes and take a look at the Gundam Fight?”

Those words are filled with love and determination to work hard for her master.

Master: “You will go for me?”

Elder sister disciple: “Yes.”

Younger brother disciple: “Well then, I’ll come with you.”

Elder sister disciple: “No, you stay here to assist Master.”

The older sister speaks kindly to the younger brother disciple.

Younger brother disciple: “But………”

The master smiles happily at the words of these two who care about each other.

Master: “Yes, I would appreciate if you could do that for me.”

Younger brother disciple: “Yes………”

The younger brother disciple shyly agrees… wishing he had been the one to take on the mission first.

Master: “Now, let me give you this………”

The master places his own fist over the fist of the elder sister disciple.

Elder sister disciple: “……… This is………”

Master: “It might be a bit soon, but it’s good to have this in order to navigate the world…”

The elder sister disciple’s fist begins to glow, and the younger brother disciple gazes at both of their fists with admiration in his eyes.

Younger brother disciple: “Ah………”

On the elder sister disciple’s fist shines the “King of Hearts” emblem.

Younger brother disciple: “Congratulations! Elder sister disciple!!”

The younger brother disciple turns to the elder sister disciple and quickly kowtows.

Younger brother disciple: “The King of Hearts crest! Proof that you’re officially a member of the Shuffle Alliance! I, your unworthy younger brother, offer my heartfelt congratulations!!”

With tears in his eyes, the younger brother disciple looks at his elder sister disciple.

Younger brother disciple: “To tell the truth, I’m jealous!!”

Elder sister disciple: “No, no, I’m the one who can’t believe it……… But this crest focuses my energy whether I like it or not!!”

Both of them look with awe at the emblem glowing on her right fist.

Master: “Well then, I’m counting on you.”

Elder sister disciple: “Yes sir!!”

The elder sister disciple kowtows to her master.

(continue to next part)

#g gundam #mobile fighter g gundam #g gundam 30th anniversary story translation #g gundam side story

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just-another-mess-in-a-dress · 9 months ago

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B/G/3 Snz Head Cannons pt 1 Bois

Writing horn at work because that’s what you do when you’re an adult waiting on emails right??

Snz headcanons for b/g/3 characters let’s gooooooo (in parts because tumblr has decided word count matters rip)

Astarion

Photonic sneezer for sure

Beyond that I think his nose is much more sensitive now than it was when he was alive so being out in the wilds I think made him an absolute sniffly mess for the first few days

After the initial shock of being in the wide open world I think the sensitivity to strong florals sticks with him.

Usually sneezes in doubles but sometimes threes when he’s really irritated

Covers with steepled hands or tries desperately to stifle

Is REALLY bad at stifling

I feel very strongly about this - his voice gets deeper when he sneezes/is congested

Like we know when he’s quiet and genuine his voice gets a bit deeper and less performative

And I imagine he’s shit at changing how his sneezes sound so they’ve gotta be deep in his chest

Typically follows up with a dazed, ‘excuse me’

Expects to be blessed and will be pouty about it if he’s ignored

If vampires could get sick he would make it everyone’s problem

But be lowkey embarrassed about it if a partner was genuinely worried and doting on him

Gale

This man always has a handkerchief on him

Compulsive stifler even before the orb but after the orb it becomes even worse

Ignore his high con score this man gets sick often and it’s always a stuffy head cold situation

Does that thing where he keeps his handkerchief balled up under his nose while he reads/writes to keep it from dribbling.

Is an expert at covering sneezes but on the off chance he didn’t feel one coming he gets super flustered about it

King of the stuck sneeze and he’s mostly okay with that - if it doesn’t come out he can’t blow up lol

Once he’s cured of the orb the first time he catches a cold it’s the sneeziest cold he’s ever had and he lowkey forgets that he can sneeze freely until his partner or a well meaning friend gently points it out (or points it out like an asshole if you’re like that or Astarion lol)

His natural sneezes are loud and always comes in fits, like never one or two

Apologizes every single time

Cannot hold a conversation in the midst of a fit but will try

Doesn’t really have allergies but will occasionally get stuffy voice if he spends too long in the archives

Halsin

This man has never covered a sneeze in his goddamn life okay?

Will blow his nose into his hand if he’s out in the woods and will flick the mess onto the ground before wiping his hand on his thigh

Loud sneezes but not quite atomic bomb levels of loud

Almost always at least a little bit of visible spray

Gets really bad itchy fall allergies every year and knows exactly which genus of plant causes it (will weaponize this fact for a partner who has the kink)

Sneezes mainly in singles but when it’s allergies it’s always doubles

Doesn’t expect blessings but will gladly take them

Usually directs the blast down or away from others if they’re around

Openly acknowledges that he likes sneezing ‘It’s a natural process and it feels quite nice I think’

Being a healer means he’s aware of contagion and how it works but doesn’t think much of his own sneezes until it’s too late

Yes he’s built like a brickhouse and yes he does work himself too damn hard - he also loves being taken care of by a partner

Has been known to induce unprompted because he ‘just wants to hurry things along’ whore

Wyll

Baby boy has the most expressive nose in existence

He always describes sneezes as tickly or buzzy when he’s congested

Comments on his sneezes all the time

Hitchy and gasping breaths into every sneeze

King of build ups, cannot have a sneeze without at least five seconds of warning

Covers every single time but can never find his hanky so it’s usually hands or elbow

Will ask to borrow your handkerchief and will give it right back after decimating it with a blow

Tries to stifle but is really bad at it and it just makes him sneeze more

Sneezes in threes and fours but occasionally sneezes only once

Dust and pollen sensitivity

Every cold starts in his chest but settles in his nose for weeks after

Will breathily remind you he’s not contagious as a sneeze rips through him.

Can be loud or soft but are always drawn out

Doesn’t want to admit he loves being taken care of but it does melt him on the inside

Gets really teary when he sneezes and will make jokes about it to deflect his embarrassment

Very aware of germs and contagion but still manages to catch every bug that goes through his friend groups

Gets disappointed if he’s not blessed after a sneeze

#snzblr #snz kink #snz fic #snz headcanons #snz hc #b/g/3 #I love them your honor #the bois are disasters and also whores #as they should be lol #male snz

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mrfandomwars · 1 year ago

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The Hardships Of Being A Mandalorian Jedi: Part Two - The Way Of The Mandalore

Yellow!

For a recap of why I'm doing this, have a quote directly from my last post: "I'm breaking down how Jedi, if they wanted to be Mando'ade or are mando'ade that were adopted into the Jedi Order (of which then consider something to think about when making ocs like that), would have a hard time with the rules that were put on the concept of 'mandalorian', both in the Six Actions (Resol'nare) from Legends and with the Way Of The Mandalore from (Disney) Canon."

This post is focused on the latter part, on The Way Of The Mandalore of (Disney) Canon, And it will be the last part of my The Hardships Of Being A Mandalorian Jedi meta.

Hopefully it will be shorter than the first part

In comparison with the first part, found Here, this is filled with a lot more uncertainty regarding how easily the Jedi would be able to be a Mando'ade who followed The Way

Now that done, let's gooooooo!

Following Wookiepedia, the main points I could take out were the following:

Wear Helmets at All Times unless you are eating

Protect and take in foundlings until they were either old enough to take the Creed or until they were reunited with their kind

Protect fellow Mandalorians

Sounds easy! That means that it should be easier to follow than the Resol'nare, right? Ehn, not really.

Wear Helmets at All Times unless you are eating

This is the one that the Jedi would have no problem following, heck the Jedi Order probably has accommodations for it.

The only problem I could see coming up is if they had to take off the helmet to protect someone, which is what a Jedi would do.

But we know from The Mandalorian that if it was ever found out, the Jedi would be declared an Apostate

Protect and take in foundlings until they were either old enough to take the Creed or until they were reunited with their kind

Oh this is when things get Tricky because, on one hand, the Jedi would 100% protect children and adopt them into the Order if they were Force Sensitive and if their parents allowed/were orphans/were in a bad situation.

If they weren't Force Sensitive, however...

Being Force Sensitive is a HUGE part of the Jedi culture, they wouldn't be able to adopt non-Force Sensitives, they would have to find someone else to take them in.

Which would definitely be something that the Mandos Would Judge the Jedi hard for, even if it isn't their fault.

Also, if we assume that Grogu being taken to a battle as a baby is Normal, the Jedi not taking any kid they adopted missions would be Also something they would frown upon - because no way will the Jedi take a three year old to a complicated diplomacy mission.

Also tend to count how long some missons can be... Yeah, the Mandos would judge the Jedi Hard

Coupled with 'being unable to take in every child', the Mando's could argue that the Jedi weren't following the Creed and thus Disqualification As A Mandalorian AKA become an Apostate.

Protect fellow Mandalorians

Y'all remember how in my previous post I keep mentioning clauses and all?

Yeah, we need one here. The Jedi would 100% protect fellow Mandalorians...

... As long as that action wouldn't mean more harm to someone else.

THE VERDICT

Out of Three rules (that we know of) of the Creed, we have:

2 that should be easy to follow - but clauses are needed

1 that will probably earn the Jedi Looks - and also they wouldn't be able to follow it completely

So out of all this, we get None that the Jedi will be able to follow at 100%, and I'm betting that the Jedi would have a hard time being accepted as a mando at all and would probably be classified as an Apostate at one point.

So, not good for the mando Jedi.

Personal thoughts: While I can see the Jedi having an easier time with the Way Of The Mandalore, I can also see that it would be Really Hard at times. Also, that this Part was Shorter than I expected.

#star wars #mandalorian jedi #mando jedi #mandalorian #jedi #star wars meta #sw meta #meta #mr talks #mr meta #the way of the mandalore #part 2/2

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zalrb · 11 months ago

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PART 6 LETS GOOOOOOO! the steferine fanfic is one of my faves!!!

“No, I mean it. You tried to kill me to get your girlfriend back and ended up shooting your girlfriend instead? You’re phenomenal.”

love how katherine sarcastically calls him phenomenal when we all know what she really means is this:

“Oh give it a rest, she’s a fucking vampire,” snapped Katherine.

LMFAO I KNOW SHES BEING PETTY AS FUCK BUT SHES CORRECT

Stefan didn’t bother responding. He touched the side of Elena’s face. A natural response when he wanted to comfort her. She held onto his wrist.

All three of them shouted. And still, Katherine observed, Elena and Stefan hadn’t looked away from each other. She felt something in her rise.

LMFAO if this was a gif:

“Elena isn’t the only reason you came here tonight, is she?” she said, ignoring his warning. “Part of you can’t stand it. Me and Stefan together.”

“But you won’t let yourself think about it, won’t you?” She started brushing his hair. He clenched his jaw but didn’t move. “Why do you kill people, Damon? Lexi. Zach. Reminders of your humanity? There’s a part of you deep down that still wants me. That will always want me. And it kills you that Stefan gets to have me.”

With each word she spoke, Katherine could see something in Damon unravel. She glanced over to see if Stefan had looked away from Elena, to see if saw her and Damon together. He hadn’t turned away from her.

L O L katherine:

“Now you can both have matching injuries,” said Katherine as she dug the arrow into Stefan’s flesh so that he grunted in pain. “Wouldn’t that be cute?”

violent katherine, MY ULTIMATE WEAKNESS

“I didn’t know she was going to be here!” He glared at Elena. “I didn’t know that a day after we broke up, she would go and stalk my brother at his fuck buddy’s apartment.”

“You could’ve had it worse,” said Stefan harshly. “Speaking from experience.”

MY REACTION:

went from laughing at damon to being furious with elena cause STEFAN DIDNT DESERVE THAT SHIT. with that being said, i love that hes still hurt by her betrayal, cause the show forces him to get over it so quickly, your fanfic handles his feelings much better

Damon watched them and snorted. “You can’t even fucking help it, can you?”

reached my gif limit but this is so funny to me

HA. Definitely going for some Liz and Max vibes

which incidentally happens in a way in 2x15

“Oh give it a rest, she’s a fucking vampire,” snapped Katherine.

LMFAO I KNOW SHES BEING PETTY AS FUCK BUT SHES CORRECT

L O L katherine

LMAO I was just thinking of

Damon watched them and snorted. “You can’t even fucking help it, can you?”

reached my gif limit but this is so funny to me

well because I was thinking of how I always bring up that their love, that their connection is such a fact, they're not trying to rub anyone's noses in it, that's just how they react to each other and everyone else has to deal with it

#stelena #steferine

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 1 year ago

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Midwinter Snapshots

Little holiday-themed snapshots of Agi and Gale; Annie and Halsin; Octavia, Halsin, and Astarion; and Freya and Astarion. Mostly SFW except in a few spots.

Gale Dekarios, Professor of Illusionary Magic at Blackstaff Academy, felt like he was having a heart attack.

Again.

She asked that I grade term papers in the kitchen while she bakes all sorts of delights for the upcoming holidays. Of course, when I’m finished with these…papers…I’ll be making some Dekarios family treats. Our first Midwinter together, and by next Midwinter we’ll have our little one with us…

“My darling wife,” he pleaded, running a hand through his graying beard. “Please, if you need something off a higher shelf, then ask. Or better yet, use magic! I get so nervous when you use your stepstool.”

His wife giggled and continued to the highest step. “Love, I’m not about to bother you when you’re grading papers. Besides, these Midwinter cookies aren’t going to bake themselves!” She reached for more cinnamon and climbed down without incident. Though there could’ve easily been an incident!!!! “Honestly, the way you’re acting, you’d think I’m dying and not pregnant.”

Just three more papers. Three more. Then I can get all the things she needs and make her sit down for a while! Gale shook his head, chuckling. “Dearest, I’m aware you’re not ill. I simply worry about you and the baby. While half dwarves aren’t too rare, I’ve read a lot about potential complications—”

As she sprinkled cinnamon in the batter, she rolled her eyes. “And what did Halsin say the last time I saw him? ‘All is well with both of you.’ The midwife here said the same thing.” She scooped the batter into balls and placed them on the baking tray before putting them in the oven. “Everything is okay.” Agnes went to sit next to him and placed a hand on his thigh. “We’re fine. Ooh!” Her eyes widened.

Oh no. Oh fuck. Gale’s heart began to race. “What is it? Is something wrong?” Please, not her or the baby. Please. He searched her face for any sign of discomfort but only saw a quickly growing smile.

“Here!” She grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly. “Do you feel it?”

“Feel wha…OH!”

Is that…

Is that our baby?

Did our baby just kick my hand?

I think it did!!!!

“By the gods, that’s our little one!” he exclaimed, brown eyes twinkling. “Hello, Baby Dekarios!” Another kick!!!!! “What a glorious Midwinter gift, my little love!” More kicks!!! Our baby is certainly very active, which is a sign that he or she is healthy and hopefully happy. Glancing at his wife’s face, he was met with such radiance, such joy…my wife. My love. My everything. “I love you, Mrs. Dekarios. You’re giving us the most beautiful gift anyone could give.”

She shook her head, her hand now resting on top of his. “No, the best gift I’ve ever received was you, Gale love.”

He ended up finishing his grading after he wept for several minutes.

***

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Midwinter, everywhere you gooooooo,” Anais sang softly as she pulled cheddar biscuits from the oven. Biscuits are looking amazing. Halsin requested some after I made them for our not-so-little Harvest Festival a few months ago. This is our first Midwinter together, and I want it to be perfect. She hummed the rest of the song, letting the biscuits cool. “Biscuits done. Cookies and honey cakes are done.” She checked off other items that she either did not get to or thought it would be too much for him. “Just need a few more potatoes and then—”

“And then we eat, praise Silvanus!” Halsin boomed, opening the door to their cottage with a basket full of potatoes. “Is this enough, my heart?” He placed the basket on the table, reached her in two strides, and kissed her passionately.

The potatoes or…? Moaning into his mouth, her free hand caressed his cheek. “More than. You hungry, love?”

“Always.” His smile was very nearly a smirk. The biscuits then caught his attention. “My love, they smell divine.” He grabbed her ample behind and gave it a squeeze. THAT WINK?!?!! How dare he wink in such a sexy way at me!

Anais wrinkled her nose and giggled, swatting his hand playfully. “Naughty man! Dinner first, then dessert. Wait, more like dinner first, then I’m playing some Midwinter carols on the piano for us while you whittle, and then dessert.”

With one more squeeze, Halsin kissed her cheek. “As you wish, my heart.” He sat at the table and poured himself some wine. “I’m glad my hibernation was not so long that I missed Midwinter with you, though I had no idea just how much you enjoy it. It’s a delight to see.”

Oh good, I’m glad he doesn’t think I’m bloody nuts. I just really love Midwinter! And decorating for Midwinter. And cooking all the Midwinter foods. Baking all the Midwinter treats. Going to all the Midwinter festivals. “And it’s a delight that you’re putting up with my Midwinter madness, love.” She laughed as she fetched the marinated pork from the icebox. Halsin didn’t want one, but it’s my kitchen, which he said I could make however I wanted. “I have a pot of boiling water on the stovetop if you could cut and boil the potatoes?”

“Of course, just as soon as I get a preview of our feast.” He rose with a growl, stood behind her, and wrapped an arm around soft belly. His hand traveled beneath her dress, his fingers dancing on her underwear. “You smell so good, my heart. More alluring than usual…”

Fuck it, might as well tell him. I had planned something for later, but alas, I think he already knows. The nose knows! Oh gods, I sound like Da. Giggling, she leaned her head against his. “My beautiful bear, we’re having a cub. Morelle told me this morning while you were out with the children.”

For as long as she lived, Anais Wildheart never forgot the look on her lover’s face when she told him that his Midwinter gift would arrive in spring.

***

“Aw, look! Everyone’s done such a fantastic job with the festival.” Octavia exclaimed as she, Halsin, and Astarion took in Moonrise’s first ever Midwinter Festival. The first of many, we all hope. Even Astarion. Mostly.

“Yes, yes. Children are happy, it’s cold as fuck, and I want some hot spiced wine.” Astarion said with an eyeroll, though she knew he was pleased to be out with her and Halsin. They insisted on having the festival open every night until midnight just for us.

Halsin laughed heartily. “I wouldn’t mind some myself, lover. My heart, would you like some as well?”

She shook her head. “Hot chocolate for me, thanks love.” As Halsin went to the refreshment tent, she found herself admiring the vampire. It’s not sunlight, but at least he’s out in the moonlight and lanterns of the festival. And gods, does he look handsome.

“You’re staring, Octavia darling.” Shit. “Like what you see?” He asked with a smirk, his fangs peeking through. “Because I certainly can’t blame you!”

“Oh good gods,” she coughed a laugh, rolling her bright blue eyes. “Yes, I was, if you must know, because you’re very handsome and I love you.” Bending down slightly, she pressed a kiss to his lips. So. Cold. But. Worth. It.

A high-pitched giggle escaped him. “Aren’t you the sweetest treat! I love you too. Always, dearest. You and our beloved Halsin.” That they also found love in each other, in addition to what they both feel for me, makes me happier than I could ever express. “Speaking of…WHERE’S MY BLOODY SPICED WINE?”

Octavia laughed and hugged him. “Astarion! You are too much! He’ll be back shortly.”

“Dear heart, patience!” Halsin laughed, returning with their drinks. I spy with my little eye some peppermint bark too. “Two mugs of hot spiced wine, and hot chocolate for our lady. I also bought some peppermint bark to share.” The three walked to a bench and sat down, enjoying their drinks. They chatted for a while, but at some point, Octavia was caught in the past. Me and Mum walking through the city. Light snow falling. Hot chocolate. Smells of cinnamon and spice. People watching and shopping. Skating. All the lights.

“Octavia?” Astarion whispered. “Are you alright, darling?”

She blinked and glanced between Astarion and Halsin, both of whom appeared worried. “Oh sorry, was miles away.” She patted Astarion’s thigh. “I’m okay. I was just thinking about when Mum and I would go to the Midwinter Festival in Baldur’s Gate, sipping hot chocolate…it was lovely.” Smiling, she gently kissed her lovers’ cheeks. “And this is lovely.”

The three sat in a pleasurable silence for a few moments until Halsin spoke. “It is lovely, my heart.” He pressed a kiss to her hair. Which Astarion still insists on styling and braiding every morning for me. “Happy Midwinter, my loves.”

Astarion nodded, raising his mug. “Happy Midwinter, darlings. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

Her tail swished as she blinked back tears. “I love you too. Both of you. Happy Midwinter! Now,” Octavia took a piece of peppermint bark. “Time for more chocolate!” YUM. YUM. YUM.

***

Lady Freya Wildheart glanced down from the balcony to revelers dancing below. Mum got a great turnout for the Midwinter Ball with lots of money being raised for rebuilding Baldur’s Gate. Not only Wildhearts from all over the realm but also guests from Waterdeep (Hi Gale), patriars, and other dignitaries. She hummed along to the waltz when she felt an arm snake around her waist. She wrinkled her nose and smirked. “That was an awfully short trip to the bar, love.”

Astarion sniggered. “While your mother has excellent taste in alcohol, the line was simply too long! Besides,” his features softened. “I missed you.”

They shared a brief kiss, and then she giggled. “You know, I could just take you to the wine cellar…”

“Is that so, darling? Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to that. For now though,” he eyed her playfully. “I must drink you and your gorgeous dress in.” Both hands presently rested on her wide, soft hips.

She giggled more. “Sir, you’re the one who made this dress. You’ve seen me in it many times already.” I can tease too! I totally can!

“Madam, I wish to see you in it many, many more times after this delightful ball. Gods, I’m good!” He laughed, giving her a quick peck. “It fits you perfectly. You look divine, dear.” As her cheeks burned, he smirked. “Just the reaction I positively adore. I take it you like your dress then?” There was a hint of self-doubt in his ruby eyes. With every garment he made for her, he was always slightly nervous. He wants to please me, and frankly, he should know by now I am very easy to please!

Cupping his face in her hands, she smiled warmly. “Of course, I do. It’s by the far the loveliest dress I’ve ever worn…because you made it. Do you know what I love most about it?”

Astarion raised an eyebrow. “Do tell, sweetness.”

He won’t expect this. Grinning, her hands moved from his face to her sides. “Pockets! Pockets for snacks!”

Stepping back, he sighed dramatically. “Not the embroidery that took me days! Not that I made your already magnificent bosom look even more magnificent! Not even the draping of the dress that flatters your voluptuous curves! No, it’s the fucking pockets.” He sounds angry, but he’s not. He finds this all very funny. I hope. He shook his head, his eyes twinkling. “Don’t worry, my sweet. I’ll put in pockets when I make your wedding dress.” YES!!!!! He reached for her left hand and rubbed his thumb over the engagement ring, a small smile tugging on his lips. “I was thinking the same silhouette with lace sleeves. You can’t possibly have a wedding dress without lace. What do you think?”

“I think it sounds amazing already, Star.” I love you. I love you. I love you. A new song began to play---one of her Midwinter favorites. “Dance with me?”

With his most charming grin, he bowed to her. “Lady Freya, it would my honor.” He then offered his arm to her. As they descended the grand staircase, he whispered, “I’ll always dance with you, my love. Always.”

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