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troisfleur · 2 years ago

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Trey.

Can't tell you my year. That'd ruin the suprise! You know what— if I can go this whole letter writing thing WITHOUT tipping off who I am, you gotta make me something. It's only fair!

(To make it easier, i'll drop clues!)

My roomie is a cool dude. Pretty chill, and good to joke around with. I'm sure you know him, being in his same dorm. And if you don't know him... seeing his track record, i'd be suprised!

Let me just sit with ya for a sec. Yeah. Pull up a chair. Make some hot cocoa.

How are YOU holding up? You sound stressed. Go ahead and vent to me all ya want. I don't mind.

To end it off, what would you want as a gift? You know. As a "hey, i feel you" after all your hard work?

-- From, Ooooh it's a secret oooh spooky you dont know who i am ooooh MYSTERY

[There’s an attempt to make the letter a little nicer this time. He found some stickers from somewhere that look like snowflakes to stick around the top and bottom of the letter, like a little border.]

HEY, NOW, we still have a week to uphold the mystique.

I could be Trey, I could be another third year entirely. There’s at least a handful of us, maybe more! I’m glad one of my potential dorm mates aren’t causing trouble, although I can’t say my authority means much when we’re all trying not to kill each other. I mean, that’s what I would say, if I was Trey Clover. [The artistic merit of the emoji notwithstanding, the end of this sentence is punctuated with a 🤭. He tried! He tried. That might make it worse.]

So, are we making wagers in the middle of these letters, now? All I did was shoot the breeze, and for my efforts I’m being put in an unwinnable situation… you know me, I only have a handful of context clues to go on for you…

I guess it would be too much of a loophole to say that I’d like an extortion-free month as my gift, huh? Probably not very really in the spirit of my dorm. Besides, the kitchen here is honestly just sad. If I was Trey Clover (and I may not be! I could be a different guy!) I think I’d just shake my head in resignation. I’ve tried my best to tidy up where I can, but everything’s outdated or one bad day away from blowing up in my face.

Hard to be enthusiastic to cook in these conditions. (I didn’t sign up to be the personal chef for anyone, to be clear. But it’s either try to work with the Ramshackle kitchen or trudge back to Heartslabyul and fight the snow.

Or another dorm’s kitchen. Maybe I’m just breaking into Heartslabyul!)

[Another attempt at an emoji doodle. 🤷‍♂️ this time. This dude failed art class, and it shows.]

How about this… if you can bring me some caulk and maybe a spatula that isn’t missing half of its blade, we can call it even.

In theory, if I did make something—granted the stove doesn’t explode—what’s your opinion on holiday flavors? Sick of them yet, or can’t get enough? (Honestly after a certain point I think I just become numb to peppermint.)

SIGNED,

Trey? Clover? We Just Don’t Know!

#NRU: exchange 22 #❝ℕ𝕆 𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝕀𝔻 𝔸ℕ𝕐𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝔸ℂℂ𝔼ℙ𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕊.❞ 【𝕀ℕ𝔹𝕆𝕏.】#[ give him the wonky you tried png for the decorations fr ]

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90sgrungelouis · 5 years ago

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regarding louis and niall's selfie war today and seeing liam's selfie yesterday, i feel like we should settle something once and for all. we have to decide who takes selfies the best. lets go.

first up its everyone's favorite soft boyfriend, niall horan. he deserves first place, and here's why.

exhibit a. look at the composition! the emotion! the tousled hair and blue eyes and scruff! his face is in full view, he's holding the camera up at a good angle, he knows how to take selfies! a master. 10/10

exhibit b. just posted today! another example of his selfie prowess. look at the blue eyes, the angle, the smoulder. he has a cup of coffee in his hand and guitars in the background, and it paints a whole story. i'd wager niall doesnt even have a bad selfie. 100% all natural home grown baby. thats why he's number one.

anyway, onto number two. thats, you guessed it, liam payne everybody!!

starting off with this beauty. listen. this is a man that KNOWS his stuff. you just know that he has several different camera rigs and that he uses a self timer. major art student aesthetic vibes. 100/10.

and this one!!!! what a masterpiece!! he KNOWS his angles he KNOWS his emotion he KNOWS how to work the lighting. the rainbow? chefs kiss but in bold. he's just second place because i found more professional pictures on his insta than natural selfies which like, u do u baby, but not in this competition yknow? i love u mwah

next up we have mr zayn malik. in third place??? yes yes. let me explain.

so we have these selfies at first right? beautiful! reminiscent of an angel baby lamb. the curly soft hair, the composition of the picture, the angles he uses. 10/10. but THEN.

we have this one. honey baby what is u DOIN. this selfie has NO flavor. none. the angle is all wrong, the lighting is garbage, hes not even making eye contact with the camera. and its not even a square picture!! i had to dock major points for this one. 3/10. he has some good ones, and some bad ones. which is a shame because as we all know, zayn is the most beautiful human in the world by law. anyway.

next up in fourth place, we have louis tomlinson. LISTEN. before y'all start coming at me with pitch forks, it has to be said. someone's gotta be brave enough to say it and im gonna do it. louis doesnt take good selfies. do i still freak out whenever he posts another selfie? of course. do i feel my life force returning whenever he deigns to grace us with another picture of his handsome face? obviously, every time. but we HAVE to face the facts. let me show you.

some of them are good!! some of them are A+. his 28, his little hoodie, his eyes, the scruff. all beautiful. gorgeous right?

but listen to me.

is👏this👏your👏king👏????? IS IT???? tell me right now, look me in the face and tell me that thats not just the 'do you have games on your phone' angle for every single selfie. wheres the spice? where are the angles, the lighting, the emotion?? louis. i love you. you know this. you also have MANY young siblings. please, im begging you, take your grandpa butt and ask one of them to teach you how to take a good selfie because i for one am done with suffering in silence. this is my truth and im going to live it.

and in fifth place, you might have figured it out!!!! harry styles baby. he's in fifth just cuz he literally NEVER takes selfies and thats an automatic disqualification except for the fact that we got this one recently, and-

well. i dont really think this one needs an explanation.

and those are my rankings folks, please exit to the left, thank you for your time. any questions can be directed to ot5 themselves. goodnight.

#and thats that on that PERIOD #anyone who thinks differently is wrong sorry #one direction #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #mine

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felikatze · 3 years ago

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Just wanted to say thank you so much for all the brainworms you have been giving me and my friends for the past few hours about Ayin and all the analyses you've been doing about him.

I have been losing my mind in the middle of the night thinking about all the things you've said, turning it over like crazy and trying to compare it with the gameplay I've had of Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina.

Please do more analysis and share more of your ideas! Please? Please, with cherry on top? Please, I beg of you?

Especially if you have in-depth ideas of analyses for the Sephirah and how it relates to both their own characters and Ayin and Angela.

I thank you greatly in advance!

the implication that i've infected an entire friend group with my brainworms is power that will 100% go to my head i feel amazing. what else is analysis posting except trying to inflict people with the same thoughts bouncing around your skull on repeat

i DO have shit on the sephirah but mostly netzach, because i love netzach, and i in fact found my discord ramble about him (and chesed)

i dont have things on how they relate to A and Angela specifically because I mainly kept thinking abt Reverbaration Ensemble parallels... i have so many thoughs abt Netzach and Bremen.

(but if you want me to talk about, say, a specific core supression, or floor realization... i have a lot of thoughts on floor realizations.)

First off I am so sorry that you seem to think I'm smart because that means i have the perfect opportunity to inflict you with this

okay now we can get to the serious stuff

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containment breach:

quick ramble abt lor again but i love the ensemble receptions so much. i'm at chesed's rn, and i know he's been chill the entire game, but him just refusing to comment on jae-hoon's tragedy seems, out of context, a dick move, but also is so important for chesed to do? he recognizes that another's suffering is not related to him, that he can't do anything about it, and that this is fine. The closest i'd describe chesed in lobcorp would be "activist burnout." Due to betraying the lab from garion's pressure, chesed was so consumed by guilt, he just blamed himself for everything and became more callous because it's already his fault, right? There's nothing he can do. But in lor, he knows what his responsibilities are, and allows himself joy where he can find it. I love the ensemble receptions bcuz they are just examplary of each patron libriarian's growth and i iqbfjc (sobs)

GOD this sure is a paragraph

also have to salute netzach for carrying his scene all by himself as the musicians of bremen just (animal noises) :pray:

ykno being online i realize that i'm not quiet at all i am a complete and utter chatterbox /end]

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containment breach:

thinking abt netzach's scene where he doesn't talk to bremen, because he can't, but recognizes this who has not only lost themself in their own art but also their own suffering

i just i love netzach so much his entire character arc is abt learning to live with depression and learning to want to live again

so he becomes unable to understand, really, why someone would sacrifice themselves for their own art

when he started out just, similar yet different from bremen, completely submerged in his own misery

musicians of bremen reminds me i still have bremen bon bons at home i should eat those. they r tasty /end]

i wanna specifically dig into this scene more because i love that scene, a lot.

Art as we get to know it in the City is irrevocably tied to violence. Puppets are made of human bodies, music is played on bones and sinews. To the artists of the City, to create art is to make someone suffer. Rewatching Netzach's story bits, Roland describes it as doing nothing but seeking stimulation and being provocative.

Furthermore, there is a direct comparison between art and alcohol. To paraphrase more, the Pianist must've been one hell of a stimulant, like getting hit by a strong booze. A performance some are still hungover from.

Netzach's main struggle was addiction because of depression, and his growing appreciation for art is a continuation of that arc. He says himself that art and alcohol are linked.

However, alcohol is a step down from hard drugs. Netzach hasn't quit, but just that step down shows he learned moderation, which makes me very proud of him.

Moderation is what the other.. let's just call them artists, lack. I said in the screencaps above, initially, Netzach was lost in his own suffering, and the musicians of bremen are lost in their art. And if art is seen as equal to suffering, that just means Netzach and Bremen are more similar than expected. (Especially considering what we see of the musicians previously; they’re always trying to chase the same high they experienced listening to the Pianist by any means necessary. The addiction parallels are not suprising.)

I rewatched most of Netzach's lor scenes, and what rlly gets me is that in his first one, he seems almost the exact same as in lobcorp. He doesn't want to work, he got dragged into this against his will, he feels as if his accomplishments are futile.

But! He eventually invites Roland for drinks. He's not drinking to forget alone anymore, he's doing it as social activity. Furthermore, the more time he spends as Patron Librarian of Arts, the more he grows to appreciate art. Art is tied to suffering, still, but it is an expression of suffering. It does not produce any. Or should not, in any case. He sure wishes it wouldn’t.

So we arrive at his Ensemble Reception. This one makes a rather interesting comparison: art as the pursuit of the light. Let me elaborate.

To quote, “Honestly, I wanna tell people to stop doing the kind of art that requires ‘em to immolate themselves and others. Although, on the other hand... I can kinda see where they’re coming from. Art narrows your vision, after all.

You stop caring about the things around you. That’s how most artists seem to act, I think. And so, you indulge in the craft, not realizing that you’re throwing yourself and your surroundings into the fire you started.”

I pose this: Netzach speaks of his experience as Giovanni. Giovanni was a researcher who, when push came to shove, willingly sacrificed himself to advance the project, in hopes of seeing the light, seeing Carmen, again.

Though he dislikes Bremen’s actions, he does not judge them for it, because he recognized that it would be hypocritical. Even so, what shows that he’s grown is that he.. doesn’t want to see people harm themselves anymore. The focus here isn’t if Bremen hurt other people, which they have, but how much of themselves they’ve given up for their performance. He condemns the act, and not the people.

“If I can see that light once more... If I have to muster up the courage to reach it, I’ll gladly do it. It’s easier said than done, though; you need a lot of fearlessness for it.

And I guess you saw the same kind of light I was so desperate to see, yeah? Even if yours was a twisted creature... [...] Though, I don’t think I can tell you off like the others. At least I can see the reason behind it.”

He even explicitly mentions the light. The funny thing is, both Giovanni and Bremen tried to reach the Seed of Light, and Carmen. It’s tragically hilarious that we know Carmen is the voice the Distortions hear.

Hell, the more I think about it, the more you can just compare the Ensemble as a whole to the Outskirts Lab crew, down to Angelica’s puppet body and Carmen’s desecrated corpse.

“And I know pretty well that we have no right to devilishly pick apart each other’s way of art. I’m not very proud of mine, really...”

Netzach just.. gets it. I can’t remember atm, but I don’t think the other Patron Librarians really draw parallels like that. I’m seeing all the parallels now and I can’t unsee them ever. Bro.

His “art,” his way of protecting the light, is still violent. But he sees that perhaps it didn’t have to be, or rather shouldn’t be. I fucking love Netzach so much. His arc just means a lot to me personally, and I’d wager a lot of people who’ve struggled with mental illness would agree.

I’m not gonna get into Netzach’s floor realization here because this post is already long enough, but like, look at the specific flashback of Angela shown in Netzach’s story bits and contrast it to his arc of learning to want to live, and. Yeah.

#Feli gets asked #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #netzach #NETZACH MY MAN NETZACH.#long post #this took a while to make cuz i got distracted many times by playing video games #also i'm not sorry for the first bit. know it in your heart. i'm right.

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whitechrysanthemumsandlilies · 4 years ago

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Dean had been watching Cas toss and turn in the starched motel bed sheets for coming up an hour now.

It had become almost routine over the past week- spend the day researching, wander the town looking for a new cusuine for Cas to try, come back to the motel, and watch him try and evade his nightmares until the early hours.

Dean supposed it had something to do with his new-found humanity- the gravity of the choice Cas had made weighed heavily on him, Dean could tell, and the nights were the worst. As for Dean's sudden protective instinct over the former angel? That he couldn't so easily explain, but he'd wager it had something to do with the ever increasing tension between them as they worked this case, and the growing list of almost-encounters they'd had navigating their new shared rhythm of life on the road.

He would watch as Cas would shift from one side to the next, screwing up his eyes with a sigh against the slow lightening of the morning light, before his bright blue eyes would finally flutter closed, and Dean could rest.

Tonight though, was different. Cas had been restless since they had gotten back from scoping out the hospital, and what little sleep he had gotten between his routine shifts and turns was frequently interrupted- his eyes darting open as a hash gasp was ripped from his throat, the remnants of his waking nightmares dissapaiting.

The clock was turning almost 02:00am when it happened, and Cas had been staring glassy eyed at the ceiling for a worrying length of time, stock still. Dean, squinting to see his face through the dark of the room, was sure he saw a tear beginning to form in the man's eyes, and was just about to call his name, when a bolt of lightning struck through the sky, illuminating the room and nearly blinding him.

Through his closed eyes, Dean heard Cas bolt upright in bed- and Dean gave his best effort at looking unconscious so as not to give himself away.

Five minutes passed of just the rain beating against the thin window before he heard movement. Eyes still closed, he listened closely as Cas rose from the bed, tip-toed to the door, pulled on his shoes, and slipped out of the door.

Dean tried to talk himself down, he really did. He told himself that Cas was a soldier, a trainee-hunter, a former agent of the lord, and that he wasn't going to come into any harm stood outside of a shitty motel in the ass-crack of Illinois...It was no use. He rose from his own bed, quickly shoved on his shoes, shrugged on his leather jacket, and followed Cas out the door.

After blindly stumbling forward, collar turned up against the wind whipping through the exposed pillars of yelowed concrete, Dean saw him, and all at once- the breath left his lungs.

Cas was stood in the open clearing outside their ground floor room, arms outstretched and face turned up against the rain- his eyes alight, and a wild smile had formed on his face. If he was capable of it, Dean might have laughed- he looked biblical.

Making his way slowly towards Cas, his eyes never leaving his friend's face, Dean found himself stood parallel with him.

Neither spoke, until Cas, lit intermittently by the harsh white light of the lightning and wild eyes still pointed towards the heavens, began-

"Millienia ago, before humans walked the Earth, and God became-" he gestured limply towards the world with his outstretched hand "-this, the angels were allowed to freely roam the growing planet."

Cas's voice had took on a wistful, rumbling quality- just audible above the rolls of thunder shaking the atmosphere around them.

"We were encouraged to marvel at God's wonders- we were to feel, live, breathe the Earth as, one day, humans would. To understand them."

Dean could hardly breathe, each cell of his body alight as he stood, transfixed, watching the streams of rain water tumble down the veins of Cas' neck and down his chest- hypotised by the power the ex-angel radiated as he preached in recollection.

"I remember I was stood, on the edge of the first lake to ever be filled, and I watched as the skies opened- watched as the rain poured onto the barren Earth and thunder shook the heavens, marvelled at the significance of it. In that moment, for the first time, I felt Faith. I knew from then on, I would serve."

Dean, having found his voice, managed to splutter out-

"Cas?", growing desperate for Cas to turn his eyes to him. But Cas was not to be stopped, in full thrall of it now he continued-

"In time, the angels forgot- forgot what it was to feel, to love. As God's power and corruption grew, faith was replaced with servitude." A stranged sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob, came from Cas' throat "I forgot too."

At long last, Cas turned his eyes towards Dean, and he felt himself rooted in place- pulled to the cadence of Cas' voice like a moth to a flame. There was a look in Cas' bright eyes that he had seen more and more over the past week- Longing, Lust, Love-

"When I first touched your soul in hell, I felt it then. For the first time in the longest time, I felt the power of God, of storms, of Earth- I didnt recognise it then, but from that moment Dean, I would follow you. I would follow you into battle, I would fight for you-" again, the strange, strangled sound fell from Cas' lips "-I would fall for you."

The water cascading down his hair, flattening it to his forehead, had made a mirage of Cas' face, but even through that there was no mistaking the next emotion he met Dean with- Want.

They were close now, close enough now that Dean could feel Cas' rapid and ragged breath fanning across his face, hear the pounding of his heart over the belts of thunder still tearing through the sky-

"I think...that is what it would feel like- to kiss you."

No questioning now, Dean breathed "Cas...", his own want pulling his eyes towards Cas' chapped lips.

"I'm not Divine anymore Dean, but do you think I could be worthy of that? Of you?"

Beyond words, Dean made his reply by closing the gap between them- drawn like a magnet to Cas's lips, his neck, his chest.

Before he knew it, he was tugging Cas past the shelter of the sand-yellow corridor and into their room. Pushing him down on the crumpled double bed, Dean set about his task- he would attest to the miracle of the man before him in the only way he knew how, not with words, but with acts.

Starting at the base of Cas's hipbone, he kissed his adoration into the cold of Cas's mortal flesh, left trails of reveration marked into his skin as he dragged his fingers up and across his taught chest. He felt Cas' breath hitch as a drank the rainwater collecting in his clavicle like sweet wine, and heard his soft moan as he whispered, like a prayer, into his ear-

"May I?"

Cas nodded his reply. Dean slid off of him and knelt in worship before his now bare thighs in the dark of the silent room. Raising his eyes to meet Cas' hooded ones, Dean spoke-

"You're still divine to me, Castiel"

With that, he sank his mouth to Cas, and let the result of his supplication join the symphony of rain and thunder still pounding around them.

.........

When they rose the next day, still soaked to the bone, Cas' eyes were lighter than Dean had seen them in months- like the atmospheric release that comes after a summer squall.

Dean kissed him intermittently throughout the morning- as he passed him a coffee in his, their, bed, as he lathered shampoo into his hair in the shower, as he tugged an extra shirt and hat around Cas' frame to stave off the inevitable cold that would seize them both.

The drive back to the bunker was an easy one, despite the sleeping Castiel robbing him of the full movement of one arm, and the sneezes that had begun to occasionally blur his vision.

The week that followed wasn't so easy- after relaying their research to Sam (who decided, after taking one look at the palid skin of both of them as they trudged miserably through the bunker doors, that he would go and finish the job alone), Dean had placed a final kiss on Cas' head before collapsing into his bed- feeling sicker and sicker as the hours went on.

When he rose from his fevoured coma to check in on him, Cas was tucked neatly into his bed. Dean closed the door with a smile and went about transcribing the updates Sam was sending through about the next victims, counting the minutes until Cas woke up.

The time never came. He barely saw Cas after that, who had stayed holed up in his bedroom for the following three days.

Dean tried to give him space, to process what had happened between them, but with every hour that passed doubt and insecurity crept further and further in. It was on the fourth day that Dean decided he couldn't take any more silent treatment, bursting through the bedroom door to confront a shocked Cas- eyes red-rimmed and lined with bags.

"Hello Dean"

"Look man, I-" Dean steadied his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose "I tried to give you time to, ya know, figure out what you felt about what happened in the motel because I guess it came out of nowhere and maybe I shouldn't have just sprung myself on you but Cas, buddy, you're killin' me here- what's going on with us?"

He turned his eyes to try and meet Cas', but upon seeing them downturned, and his head bowed to face his lap, Dean's heart sank. He went on-

"I get that you regret it but we're friends Cas, next to Sammy you're the only family I've got and I can't just-"

"I dont regret it." Cas interjected quietly, and Dean's head snapped up.

Looking at the man on the bed, small and unsure, a ghost of the man stood, soaked to the bone, in the eye of a storm, Dean felt himself soften.

"What then?" he knelt before him and tilted Cas' chin up so their eyes would meet, searching "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Guilt flashed in Cas' eyes, moving Dean's hand to rest with his in his lap he spoke, barely above a whisper, "I'm not an angel anymore Dean"

"I know, but what does that have to do with-"

"What happened at the motel was- it was amazing. We were amazing. And then we got back here and- we both got sick and..." Cas' tone was getting more and more hurried and frustrated as he reached the part he had clearly been holding in "You were sick and I could help. I couldn't help because I was sick, and I couldn't even heal myself and I just felt so useless and-"

"Woah woah woah Cas, slow down okay you couldn't-"

"You called me Castiel, Dean- Divine. But I've got no grace, no power- I'm just human. So what use am I to you both now?" Cas bit his lip and looked down again, deflated.

"Hey, Cas look at me, listen okay- Hey!" Dean tugged Cas' face back to being level with his own "I didnt mean it like that" he said softly, understanding dawning on him.

"I called you divine and I meant it- you're beautiful Cas. Stood in that storm, like you belonged there, I was in awe of just the sight of you, but I don't just want you like that, I want you like this too. It was never about you being an angel, or useful, but even as 'just a human'-" Dean rose off the floor to join Cas on the bed "you're still powerful Cas, you're still needed"

Tipping Cas back on the pillow, Dean leant over him- starting at his hand and kissing as he went, he continued "You terrify me, and excite me too. You're still the one who saved my ass, and continues to save my ass even now. You're every bit the angel who walked into that barn and scared us all shitless- the only angel I would pray to, and the man I would kneel to"

Dean hovered above Cas now, placing the last of his kisses onto his temple "Castiel Winchester, you are not and have never been just a Divine tool we keep around. You're our family, and we need you."

It was Cas' turn to tug Dean's face to his own. Eyes wide, he breathed- "Castiel Winchester?"

Dean willed himself to be brave, to break the final seal around his heart and let Cas have it. Leaning back on his heels he replied "Yes. Castiel Winchester. You have been since the start and you still are, Cas- angel or man."

Smiling that same wild smile, Cas scooted back upright "I thought humans only gave each other their names if they were married?"

Dean pulled Cas into his chest, laughing into his disheveled hair "Slow down a bit there sunshine" he kissed his forehead "We have time."

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #destiel fic #supernatural #I cannot fucking believe #after 6 years #I am back here with you clowns #Posting a fic #for a show that ended months ago #this is the first time I've written a fic since I was 12 please be nice to me #I'm just so distressed over how they ended that I actually cant rest #This is set whenever #I wasnt even a supernatural blog

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spidermanifested · 4 years ago

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remember when i said in my post about how bido is unappreciated that id talk about why greed/bido is a good and important ship but thats a whole other post. well This is that post

the first and most important reason that greed/bido is a good ship is very simple and that reason is Bido Was In Love With Greed The Whole Time And Nobody Noticed?????? how come nobody noticed. i mean SOME people noticed but nowhere NEAR enough people noticed

when greed compliments bido for successfully proving that alphonse is just a soul bound to a suit of armor, he blushes and acts very flustered and happy. unfortunately this scene is not animated in either show (bido talking to greed is changed to be over the phone in 03, and in brotherhood the scene just gets skipped, HOWEVER theres a single shot of bidos face in one of greeds flashbacks that shows him blushing and looking directly at the camera. ie at greed)

also in the manga his first thought when the military shut down the nest was to worry about whether greed SPECIFICALLY was okay (i used this page in my other post as well but its important)

and in brotherhood he was shown to have actually followed greed through the sewers during his fight with bradley but could only watch from his hiding place as greed was defeated and taken away; remembering this is what gives him the determination to hitch a ride to central to look for him

did i mention he went all the way to central to find him!!! clinging to a MILITARY TRUCK no less. as a very obvious chimera if he had been found by any of those soldiers it would have been horrible for him and every other time we ever saw bido faced with danger he ran away from it. but he was brave For Greed. he went into the labyrinth under central For Greed, and didnt try to escape until he was convinced greed wasnt there. and when it turned out he WAS there (and had lost his memory and had been trying to kill him) he immediately dropped his guard and walked closer to him because that was greed and he trusted him despite everything that had just happened. in the manga he grabs onto greeds coat as he dies and it is just about the saddest thing ive ever seen in my whole life

and then of course greed starts physically shaking because what he just did was so awful his body knows he fucked up before his mind even remembers Why it was fucked up and he cradles bidos body in his arms and screams. unfortunately if we are to acknowledge bido as the gay icon he was, we also must acknowledge that he was buried

(by all rights bido SHOULD have survived. where is the fanfiction where he survives fullmetal alchemist fandom or are you too busy writing the same royai-gets-married-and-has-babies fic over and over again. actually never mind i greatly prefer that to all the pedophilia. but thats another Other post, that unlike this incredibly niche topic some other people have almost definitely made before me)

the thing about grido is you could make a huge tragic thing about it being unrequited and frankly thats Fair, greed does not seem one to settle down in a relationship and bido likely has a lot of self worth issues that would prevent him from confessing his feelings. but you cannot deny that greed cared about him. he praises him, he pats him on the head (!!)

he COMPLETELY breaks down after he realizes he killed him. bido was so important to greed, as were the rest of the chimeras of course but i think theres a valid argument to be made that bido in particular was special to him. theyve got a few things in common actually that i find interesting:

both like to just chill on roofs??? when greed is in lings body he sometimes just hangs out on top of a roof. bido does this too

they could have hung out on roofs together.......maybe thats why greed likes to be up there. because he hung out with bido on roofs a lot. please consider this possibility

both of them are accidentally rude to children. the same children in fact

greed is like 200 and looks 30 while bido is middle-aged and people think he is a baby for some reason?????

okay this is just straight up a headcanon and has no actual basis in the text or subtext of fma but I Think Bido Is Trans and was cast out by his family in his youth and greed would understand that experience!!!! having left his own terrible family because they wanted him to be someone he wasnt

and then there are the differences:

greed is very outgoing and bido is mostly pretty anxious, though he has outbursts of confidence; that might be because greed being nice to him has built up his self-esteem (the way he calls himself cool/awesome when he escapes from the elrics, directly followed by greed complimenting his skills, really makes me think this is the case)

one is tall and lean........the other...is short and fat....... i know its cliche but let me have this

bido overthinks things. greed is a jock. with their powers combined they can do things at a mostly reasonable pace (as long as bido doesnt just go along with whatever greed wants which is probably most of the time what happens)

bido is outwardly inhuman and weird-looking but is incredibly caring and hard-working and loyal and sweet. greed is the sexiest motherfucker alive but hes literally the personification of a deadly sin and at his core he is technically just a rock made of pain. but below these layers both of them want the exact same thing which is to care about others and be cared for in return

also you know that post about how ships between immortal people and super young adults (or worse, teenagers) are OUT and instead we should have stories about immortal people dating 40-something accountants. bido is the 40-something accountant. except not an accountant. you know what im getting at though hes an Established Adult

and bido DESERVES it, he deserves to be loved by the person he cares about more than anything, he has been through so much and gotten nothing but pain and he needs something good for a change!!! and greed DESERVES someone who will love him with all his heart and make him feel wanted no matter what. just, listen to me okay, they would make each other so happy

so!!! there are MANY reasons this ship is interesting and a million different ways you could go about exploring it and there is just NONE of it out there. for some reason the chimera that gets shipped the most with greed is dolcetto (though ive seen martel as well) and i think that is probably because they are more attractive to people (and also id wager more than a few dollars people simply see a dogman and his boss and go wild for the petplay angle). like you dont see any greed/roa either and thats very telling since roa appears with the other two almost every time and nothing about him is different except hes older and not as. pretty i guess???? in my humble onion hes hotter than either dolcetto or martel but thats neither here nor there

the important thing about bidos relationship to greed is that he might not have been transmuted with an animal with a strong sense of loyalty, but he didnt NEED to be, to be loyal to greed. he loved him entirely because he was human. and in the end he did the most for him out of any of the chimeras. unfortunately it was via dying but through the power of imagination we can collectively ignore that and pretend both he and greed survived, and greed went back to his original sexy, sexy body, and they made out on a roof for several consecutive hours. thats how im coping at least. thank you so much for listening to my unhinged rambling about lizard man who dies of fullmetal alchemist (gay edition)

#fullmetal alchemist (fullmetal alchemist)#bido #fma greed #grido

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legionofpotatoes · 3 years ago

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alright here’s ma thoughts on that flick I mentioned

we hatewatched a*my of the dead because we were CONVINCED “zombies in las vegas” would be an impossible concept to screw up, but in so assuming we obviously invoked a holy wager with the universe and got reminded, once again, that hoping for improvement from someone who’s dependably put out bad art is never a wise choice 😐

but we were honestly kinda roped in by the marketing??? and expected a goofy fast-paced flick with the odd traditional undead metaphor thrown in, framing some sort of relationship drama maybe or hell even nothing at all! we’d have taken pure indulgent storytelling, idk italian job with zombies in las vegas, I don’t know fucking anything but??? whatever this was???? spoilers below for it is time for One Of My Rants

I mean the main reason I really want to write all this and complain. this film here probably has the most unappealing cinematography I have ever experienced in my life and that is saying something. who the fuck signed off on that CONSTANT shallow-ass depth of field that imprisons your eyeline and turns every shot into bokeh paste???? and I mean every shot almost!!!! I promise if you think I am overreacting just throw a dart at the seek bar and watch twenty seconds from wherever it lands. it is horrifying to look at. at least it gave my girlfriend a good visual shorthand for what it’s like when I lose my glasses

why was sean spicer in this movie. did they pay him to be here. was sean spicer paid hollywood money for his scene in this film because fuck everyone who was involved in that decision

the legitimately baffling hints at the extraterrestrial origins of the infection that went absolutely nowhere and had no dramatic or plot-level bearing. we love to see the franchise sprouts fellas

yet another big budget waste of everything hiroyuki sanada has to offer. and bautista too I guess? I like him but man was this an odd career move

what was the crux of his conflict/resolution with his daughter btw. I understand it was rooted in miscommunication over their forms of grief irt mom but uhh… it was all rather clunky and didn’t land for me. I tried I really tried to buy in but something was wrong fundamentally with the groundwork there, it did not click and their catharsis felt unearned. I know there’s massive amounts of tragic baggage being projected there from the author so I’m not slapping any judgment down really;

but again it would be an easy thing to wave off if they just had a vibrant cast of lovable simpletons with good chemistry and the kinetic sense of plotting the trailers promised (and this premise never discounts good drama, either). but instead it was just two and a half (!) hours of meandering into situations the filmmaking instincts had no idea how to flow in and out of

to wit. I know talking about “bad pacing” is associated with armchair bullshit but consider the example of the scene were dieter does an out of nowhere little dance after childishly screaming but then still-killing a zombie, with the film framing this as a micro character triumph, and not a second later the bg soundtrack instantly fades into an orchestral score dramatizing a nearby mcguffin reveal, completely 180 degreeing the tone without a semblance of deft insert shot stitching or even I dont know a fucking jump cut maybe. now imagine this whiplash for 2.5 hrs uninterrupted

I will keep complaining about the length yeah because this was not a story requiring this much real estate to be told. Uhh in my humble and personal opinion, of course

[man sees zombie tiger] “this is crossing the line!” you can in fact write dialogue that is not utter nonsense that falls apart once you drill down its single fickle layer of referential meta winking. what line are you talking about. you have rules in this insane situation you’re in? total nitpick moment I know but it got burned in my brain for some reason. like a microcosm of the mismanaged dramatic instincts paired with weird writing that dots this movie. I am sure the director calls this either satire or genre deconstruction. I am SO sure

tumblr domino meme that goes from “dude getting sucked off while driving” to “entire las vegas literally nuked”

tig notaro is always great to see but once you know she’s been filmed as a separate greenscreen plate months after photography wrapped - cause she had to apparently replace some abusive asshole but that’s a whole other pig not worth fucking - it becomes impossible to unsee her odd detachment from everyone else in the movie lmao. it doesn’t really “ruin” anything on its lonesome but it is hard to unsee

why. was. sean. spicer. in. this. movie

a very simple key ingredient missing from fully turning lip service sympathy for main uruk hai dude into actual empathy that would generate meaningful conflict with hero family would be to spend a bit more time articulating what he internally wanted the most. because he was obviously trying to do something here with pointed agenda. a family, to have kids, build a caste system, save his wife’s head, return to his planet??? all of these could represent the bigger context in his psychology that spurred his vengeance but none of them are dramatically emphasized long enough for you to cheer him on. I’m not asking too much I promise. Articulating interiority of a mute character is pretty doable with deft cinema language, just gotta linger and hold a shot here and there for a few seconds, frame as his POV, donezo. I know this is also one of those like. “who cares” moments but the movie does, very evidently so, in making this guy an actual character. you can kinda piece it together and create a framework of sympathy for him, sure, but then again he ultimately becomes a foil to be killed and not defeated, so. Ehh whatever

quarantine zone stuff was not a wildly childish covid allegory quarantine zone stuff was not a wildly childish covid allegory quarantine zone stuff was n

the rooftop helicopter fakout at the end was such an ass-backwards, manufactured moment of what could be a simple setup/payoff it just pissed me off??? you gain nothing by giving sad dad five seconds of pointless crisis that flips right back to previous status quo ANYWAY, except for a weaksauce waste of runtime, which could be used instead to get inside notaro’s head and actually SHOW the remorse form as she took off, literally maybe even a frown playing on her face as she’s headed for safety right before we cut back to drax and the kid. just a simple-ass, minimal, momentary setup for what is the most basic filmmaking trick of creating macro catharsis moments. Just???? g o d if you can’t even land that shit why are you even doing any of this

that lil run final pam did was very very charming and super choreographed in a way that was the tiiiniest bit overdone

the whole intro with the simul-backstories and posing with family photos was just… oddly motivated. what was the goal? “here’s what we’re fighting for” vignettes? why? it’s not a functional setup in that vein. what was all that

also I am sorry if this is insensitive but the reasons most characters end up articulating to justify going back into the hell that destroyed their lives makes them sound seriously insane

I dont like complaining about CGI (honestly) but so much of it in modern movies can achieve higher fidelity if the animation is simply subdued. Do not overengineer and over-apply 2D cell methodologies and kinematics to each tiny twitch and movement in a hyper 3D model and I promise you. it will look a thousand times more natural. look at thanos in those last two movies. your rendering and detail are absolutely perfect with the tiger you just have to let stuff sit instead of constantly simulating swaying hair strands and firing off all facial muscles at once. great moment at one point where makeup zombie horse and CG zombie tiger are both in one shot together and just by unnecessary amounts of movement alone you can tell who doesn’t belong. again; detail, rendering, compositing, lighting, all picture-perfect; but y’all just gotta let the animation breathe sometimes, and chill it out

plot holes don’t really matter to me but it was kinda funny how lilly decided not to mention the enormous wrinkle in intel pertaining to an actual territorial tribe of intelligent zombies that require human offerings to let you pass, just so that reveal could play out in real time through the joyous punishment of the cartoonishly misogynistic dude

total chad move for mister uruk hai and final pam to rule from a rusted swimming pool complex

the ending with vanderohe oh my god. with the. cash stacks at the airport register. and specifically them working in his favor. that is literally something you do to get arrested under suspicion of theft. it was almost played for laughs and I respect that. coulda been goofier. make these movies goofy ya dorks

anyway, weird, weird movie. bad marketing. message unclear (something something sins of the father???), baffling editing instincts, literal worst-looking cinematography I ever laid eyes upon. Confidently dying on that last hill

#text #long post #aotd spoilers #aotd critical

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scummy-writes · 5 years ago

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I'm very sorry, my dear. I just went over the rules and I find them to be more than fair. With that said, I would like to request the same badassMC, but just with Theo, Arthur and Isaac, please. You needn't rush to complete it, I can wait for as long as necessary. The reason I ask, is because I get the feeling that the IkeVamp boys are used to women who will take whatever lying down, so I wanted to give them a wake up call. Thank you and I wish you a good day or evening. BettyJ

Aaa its okay, dont worry!! Thank you for being kind!

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Theo:

When he brought you along to this meeting, he didn’t expect the Académie to stalk the two of you for so long.

Thankfully, you didn’t panic when he discreetly mentioned it to you, trying to keep the man behind the two of you unaware. But, the situation shifted pretty quickly. After a few turns through random alleys didn’t lose the man, Theo had to tug you into a sprint when he noticed the man pulling something from his jacket.

Honestly, Theo was at a loss at first, dragging you through the town while ideas of how to make it back home in one piece flew through his thoughts. It took him a bit for him to register you dragging him for a moment, ducking near where some carriage horses rested.

“Theo, you have to trust me on this one, okay?”

It didn’t seem to matter what curses flew out of his mouth. You ignored him, grasping the slit on your dress and tugging, ripping it further up your leg before-

Before getting deftly getting the horse free from the carriage stable and climbing on.

Everything from that point was a blur, and Wildly uncomfortable, but none of that registered until the two of you made it a safe distance away. And...He wasn’t sure what to say. Especially after having to cling to you for so long as you directed the horse.

“Gods, I know you said the Académie wanted to put a bullet in you, but I thought you were joking!” You joined him getting off, seemingly using the horse as support as you chatted. “I’m glad we managed to get away…”

On a horse…

There wasn’t much he could say, and in fact he was still a bit shocked from the situation. Who knew you would save him like that… He knew Arthur was worried about your strength, and Theo argued against that constantly, but he hadn’t expected that-

“Theo, do you think Le Comte is going to get upset over me ripping the dress- Hey!”

He lightly knocked your head with a huff. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

You crossed your arms with a pout, and all Theo could think of was How in the world had you managed that?

As the two of you figured out a way home, he finally managed to mumble out a thanks.

“You were...impressive, Hondje.”

He had a hard time looking at you without feeling flustered, but the smirk he caught told him that you were well aware of that.

Arthot:

Honestly, when he first saw you sitting in the bar, cards in your hand with a focused expression, he was shocked.

Firstly, you were in a bar? Alone? Assumedly you came into town with someone, but at the moment you were alone, and the sun was already setting.

He prepped himself to intervene, but when he stepped closer-

"Hah! I win!"

Groans around you accompanied your exclamation, and Arthur paused.

You won? He could see you being good at cards, but last he knew, the two men you were going against were a crafty bunch.

Walking up, he tries to casually greet you, and he notices the way you try to cut the conversation short.

"Oh! Arthur, I didn't know you'd be here to get me so soon!"

Its easy to play along, and soon enough the two of you are walking out with what you had wagered.

When the two of you are a ways off from the bar, you end up stopping and letting out a huge sigh of relief.

"Mc?"

"Good God, Arthur, I have no idea how I got out of that!"

He considers a quip about luck, but then he sees you tug a card from your sleeve, then two- oh.

"You cheated?"

"Oh, don't get all holier-than-thou on me, you know the prices they try to charge me? Just because I'm a woman? But Gods, that nearly killed my nerves! It's been ages since I've done that…"

He can't help but laugh. The way you're fussing about and huffing, all while clutching the coffee bean bags to your chest, and soon enough you're laughing along with him

After an initial smack to the arm, that is

Once he sees you off to the carriage, he starts walking back into town, realizing how he was mistaken on your strength.

That, and how you'd probably make for a fun opponent in the games he plays.

Isaac:

It’s not that he never considered you to be weak, or...fragile, but he never realized that there was a limit to your patience.

It wasn’t the best way to put it, but when he went to pop into the parlor, ready to go against Arthur in another battle to vanquish that damned nickname, he was at a loss for words.

“Oi, let go!”

“Stop calling me that then!!!”

Isaac blinked, then found himself covering his mouth, trying to hide the laughter bubbling up from him.

It had seemed like you and Theo had went ahead and beat him here. Presumably, Theo was playing against Arthur for a warm-up while you watched but…

Something had caused you to stand aside Theo’s seat, fussing about as you tugged on his ear.

Isaac didn’t have to guess what had led you to this point, given that Theo’s nicknames for you had caused a few nights of venting between the two of you.

Arthur spotted Isaac in the doorway before the others, and he quickly waved. “Don’t stop the bird, I haven’t seen Theo like this in ages-”

“Arthur, you klootzak-”

Nevertheless, it seemed like Arthur’s quip caught your attention, and as soon as you saw Isaac at the door, you gasped and let go of Theo immediately.

“Finally!”

Despite the blush on your cheeks, you gave a quick scowl at Theo to further in your earlier point, before dropping it when Isaac came closer.

“Are we still...playing?”

…

Once the two of you were alone in his room, you watched as Isaac worked at his desk. Normally, he was the fidgety one, but he didn’t miss how you seemed out of sorts. Aside from the incident with Theo the rest of the day had gone fine, so Isaac went with the best assumption.

He stopped working, moving to join you on the loveseat.

“You know, about earlier...That was impressive. How you dealt with Theo, that is.”

You blinked, surprise evident before you cleared your throat.

“Impressive? You weren’t put off by that?”

Isaac couldn’t help the chuckle that came out.

“Gods no, it was nice seeing someone else besides Vincent telling Theo to sod off with those nicknames of his.”

A laugh slipped out from you, and Isaac was thankful to see your shoulders finally drop.

“You know, in school I’d do that stuff a lot and got a reputation for it. But I was worried if I did anything like that here you’d be a little...Hesitant with our relationship…”

“Absolutely not. You standing your ground doesn’t change how I feel about you. Honestly, if anything…”

His blush caught up faster than his words, but judging how your cheeks followed suit, you caught where he was going.

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This was, the best I could do, I am Sorry orz it was hard figuring out how to make mc badass, because everyone has different views on what makes someone badass. Very obvious note but I have No idea how or where carriage horses rest so lets just, heavily suspend some belief and ignore inaccuracies okay hahahaa...a….aaa….

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire Arthur #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire isaac #to add #g o d s i am sorry isaac is so ooc but the lad is barely in anyones routes it feels like #i havent been able to get a good grasp of his personality aside from Flustered Fool #wheezes thanks for being so patient

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goldenraeofsun · 4 years ago

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‘cause right now you're mine

set in this verse

THURSDAY, APRIL 2nd

Dean 12:01 You didn’t tell me you led Carver Prep’s quiz bowl team???

Castiel 12:15 It’s in the middle of the school day and you’re texting. What kind of example are you setting for your students?

Castiel 12:16 I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t relevant.

Dean 12:17 Haha smartass I’m having lunch in my office Youre texting me back so i see right through you And of course it’s freaking relevant

Castiel 12:20 How?

Dean 12:21 Because I got tapped to coach Edlund High's quiz bowl team this morning!

Castiel 12:21 Oh no.

Dean 12:30 Oh no is right buddy

Castiel 12:37 I thought you coached the softball team.

Dean 12:37 I can do both You’re dating a very talented man

Castiel 12:49 I know that. I just didn’t know it extended to quiz bowls and softball in addition to blow jobs and breaking and entering places to give blow jobs.

Dean 12:52 What the fuck is wrong with you I’m in school! My lunch hour is almost over I’ll have to get up from my desk very soon This is all your fault

Castiel 12:59 :)

Dean 1:00 Just for that No blow jobs for you tonight

Castiel 1:07 :(

MONDAY, APRIL 6th

Dean 11:55 I bet I can grade more midterms than you today

Castiel 11:58 I know better than to make bets with you, Dean Winchester.

Dean 12:03 It was just a kiss I bet you’re just pissed you lost

Castiel 12:04 I can’t engage in PDA in front of my niece and one of my students at a school event!

Dean 12:04 Youre such a prude

Castiel 12:06 Unlike some teachers, I maintain boundaries between my personal and professional life.

Dean 12:07 Prude.

Castiel 12:09 Did you text me on a Monday afternoon just to harass me about my reluctance to kiss my boyfriend in front of minors?

Dean 12:11 Huh Boyfriend

Castiel 12:20 Dean?

Dean 12:21 What?

Castiel 12:22 Is everything okay?

Dean 12:23 Other than *my boyfriend* refusing to even entertain the idea of a friendly wager?

Castiel 12:23 Yes, other than that.

Dean 12:23 No

Castiel 12:25 That’s good. You scared me for a second.

Dean 12:26 I did?

Castiel 12:26 Are you okay with being my boyfriend? The long gap between our messages made me realize we haven’t talked about it before.

Dean 12:27 I mean it’s a little weird My 16 year old students have boyfriends “boyfriend” seems a little I don’t know Juvenile We’re not 16 anymore, Cas Thank god.

Castiel 12:30 Would you prefer “partner”?

Castiel 12:31 It’s just whenever I hear someone call their significant other “partner” I can never tell if they are talking about their life partner, same-sex partner, police partner, or if they are cowboys. That was a joke! Ignore this. I remember how much you like Westerns. “Partners” is off the table.

Dean 12:31 HOWDY YALL THIS IS MY PARTNER CAS

Castiel 12:31 Please never introduce me to someone like this.

Dean 12:32 Only if you watch Tombstone with me tonight

Castiel 12:33 Can I still grade my midterms?

Dean 12:35 You’re killing me here Cas Yes

Castiel 12:40 I’m your huckleberry

SUNDAY, APRIL 12th

Castiel 2:19 Good luck with the softball game today!

Dean 2:21 You’d better make it up for me for missing this one Its the semifinals

Castiel 2:22 I will. Say “hi” to Claire for me.

Dean 2:27 What the hell? Why is she here? We’re not even playing Carver

Castiel 2:29 She has a crush on Kaia Nieves

Dean 2:30 Ohhhhh That explains a lot

Castiel 2:30 She thinks she’s being subtle.

Dean 2:37 I see that runs in the family Subtle as a brick wall. All of you.

Castiel 2:38 Excuse me, you had no idea about my feelings for you back in high school.

Dean 2:49 So? Charlie said you were obvious as fuck But it didn’t matter since I was a dumbass

Castiel 2:50 I prefer oblivious Less dumb Less ass

Dean 2:57 How dare you My ass is a goddamn gift. You take that back right now

Castiel 2:59 Of course. Don’t you have a game to coach?

Dean 3:01 Shit you’re right

TUESDAY, APRIL 14th

Castiel 11:18 I know how I can make up for missing that last softball game last weekend

Dean 12:01 Sorry The kids called me out for texting you 5 mins before the bell last time How the hell did i get stuck with a class full of narcs

Castiel 12:03 It’s probably karma For all the rule breaking you did in school

Dean 12:05 Hey I wasn’t that bad

Castiel 12:05 You frequently defaced school desks and returned library books after their due date.

Dean 12:06 I’m dating a narc too???

Castiel 12:07 You didn’t ask what I have planned.

Dean 12:07 OK i’ll bite What do you have planned babe? Please tell me it’s not another documentary on bees That was depressing The grand canyon one was cool though

Castiel 12:10 Speaking of narcs

Dean 12:10 This doesn’t sound good

Castiel 12:11 When I had to get my extra copy of Camus from my car, I stumbled on Miriam at the edge of the parking lot with a few more students. They were skipping class and smoking marijuana. Naturally, I reported them to the administration.

Dean 12:13 Not helping your not-a-narc case

Castiel 12:13 They received detention for skipping class.

Dean 12:13 And the drugs?

Castiel 12:13 I may have neglected to report the drug use.

Dean 12:14 Seriously?

Castiel 12:14 I still confiscated it. Research evidence shows marijuana has negative effects on the developing brain.

Dean 12:14 I guess that’s fair

Dean 12:15 Hang on Do you still have it? OUR brains are old as balls Seriously, are you telling me you have weed now?

Castiel 12:15 Surprise? I can throw it out if you’d prefer to do something else tonight.

Dean 12:15 Dont you dare!!! I’m going to get a six pack on the way home, download the last Star Wars, and we’re gonna do this right Your place or mine?

Castiel 12:16 I have been neglecting laundry lately. Yours?

Dean 12:16 You’re on This is going to be so awesome

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 15th

Dean 12:06 Did you really mean to invite me to dinner with your brother?

Castiel 12:09 I didn’t mean to bring it up when we were high, but the invitation still stands. Claire told him we were together. He wants to meet you.

Dean 12:11 Oh

Castiel 12:11 You do not have to say yes.

Dean 12:13 I’ll go It just took me by surprise

Castiel 12:13 I don’t want to pressure you.

Dean 12:14 Youre not pressuring me

Castiel 12:14 Are you sure?

Dean 12:16 Look, I just know your relationship with your brother is complicated And I don’t want to stick my foot in it By accident or some other way

Castiel 12:20 We’re in a better place than I’d like to admit. I spent a long time resenting Jimmy for the time he had with Father. But it wasn’t his fault Father was a bastard who had a second family he preferred to be with. Jimmy was barely in middle school when Father started going on his “business trips”

Dean 12:21 Jesus christ You told me bit about it back in high school But I didn’t realize it was a second family situation

Castiel 12:21 Mother kept it from us for years. I still haven’t forgiven her for it.

Dean 12:21 Are you OK?

Castiel 12:22 I’m fine. It was a long time ago.

Dean 12:22 That stuff takes a long time to get over.

Castiel 12:22 I suppose.

Dean 12:23 Is it okay if you stay at mine tonight?

Castiel 12:24 Our next date isn’t until Friday

Dean 12:24 I don’t want to wait until Friday to see you

Castiel 12:27 Can you pick me up at Carver at 4pm?

Dean 12:27 You got it More time with you and my baby Win-win!

FRIDAY, APRIL 24th

Dean 11:51 Are you sure what I usually wear to school is OK?

Castiel 11:53 You texted me nine minutes early?

Dean 11:53 Shut up I had to bribe my kids For NINE extra minutes Friggin tyrants

Castiel 11:54 What did they extort from you?

Dean 11:54 I promised to throw out their lowest pop quiz grade

Castiel 11:54 That isn’t too bad.

Dean 11:54 I was already planning on doing it

Castiel 11:55 Clever of you.

Dean 11:56 You’re not just dating a pretty face But getting back to dinner with your brother Is a regular button up OK? The tie hides most of the sloppy joe stain

Castiel 11:56 I’m sure you look very handsome

Dean 11:57 I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not

Castiel 11:57 I rarely manage sarcasm in-person. What makes you think I would attempt it over text?

Dean 11:58 Good point

Castiel 11:58 You’re a very good-looking man, Dean. I’ve known this since we were 15.

Dean 11:59 Stop it you’re making me blush

Castiel 12:01 It’s the truth.

Dean 12:04 Alright, alright I’m already sleeping with you No need to butter me up

Dean 12:05 It’s just I remember how you used to talk about him The perfect big brother

Castiel 12:07 More like the perfect student and perfect son. Jimmy was honestly too busy to be much of a brother. The 11 year age difference didn’t help. When I was in high school, he already had the perfect nuclear family on the way.

Dean 12:07 Exactly

Castiel 12:08 Exactly what?

Dean 12:08 You’re lucky I know you And I know you’re not drawing this out on purpose Look, i want to make a good impression, OK? he seems like a hard guy to please.

Castiel 12:09 I That’s very admirable of you, but it’s entirely unnecessary.

Dean 12:10 He’s your family

Castiel 12:11 And I understand family is very important to you, but it isn’t the same with me. It would be very nice if dinner goes well, but if it does not, I will not care in the slightest.

Dean 12:11 Really?

Castiel 12:11 Truly.

SATURDAY, APRIL 25th

11:16 I’m sorry for my dad.

Dean 11:17 Who is this?

11:20 Claire Novak

Dean 11:21 How did you get this number?

Claire 11:23 Alex Jones

Dean 11:24 How did Alex get my number???

Claire 11:24 It was on the softball permission forms How did you not know this Didn’t you draft them?

Dean 11:25 It’s been a while I’m a very busy man

Claire 11:25 Sure. Anyway, my dad was a dick. Totally out of line last night

Dean 11:26 Shouldn’t you be texting Cas about this?

Claire 11:26 I don’t have his number

Dean 11:26 Cas wasn’t kidding when he said you guys weren’t close

Claire 11:27 Nope.

Dean 11:27 Well I am very close with my brother He’s a lawyer out in California

Claire 11:27 Good for you???

Dean 11:29 It doesn’t sit right with me that Cas doesn't have a real relationship with his family

Claire 11:31 That seems like Uncle Castiels business

Dean 11:33 But Jimmy isn’t Cas’s only family SO if you ever need a place to crash, i’m always available

Claire 11:35 Maybe my dad was right And you’re secretly a perv I’m not staying with you you freak

Dean 11:35 Jesus christ, I’m trying to say, if ALEX isn’t the only girl on Edlund's softball team you’re getting buddy-buddy with, it’s fine You should get a chance to explore that part of being a teenager While STAYING SAFE But don’t let your parents stand in the way of that side of your life

Claire 11:41 Dad wouldn’t kick me out

Dean 11:42 Maybe not. But if you are at all uncomfortable, just give cas a call I’ll forward you his contact info now

“I might have told Claire she’s always welcome at my place if she comes out to her parents,” Dean says as he pockets his phone. He turns his back on the pile of sparkling clean dishes drying on the rack by Cas's sink. Dean adds, “Hopefully she’ll ask you before she goes to me.”

They hadn't really discussed the disaster of a dinner with Jimmy and Claire. A few tense words on the drive back to Cas's house, a tacit acknowledgement in the morning not to mention it until after coffee and breakfast. But then Cas brought out his homework for the weekend, even while last night's argument scratches at the back of his mind like a fly trapped in a windowless room. So Dean did the dishes and texted Claire.

Cas looks up from his juniors’ final exams. “You were talking to Claire?”

“She texted me first,” Dean says defensively.

Cas sighs and caps his pen. It’s blue, because red pen, according to Cas, is too traumatizing a grading implement. “I’m very sorry about last night.”

Dean waves his apology off. “You warned me it could go sideways.”

Cas’s brow furrows. “Still,” he says slowly, “I told my mother and Jimmy I was gay a few years ago. I think it was easy for them to ignore it as long as I didn’t have a boyfriend in the picture.”

Dean fiddles with a dishrag as he hovers by the sink. “Was Jimmy a jackass to your other boyfriends?”

“What others?” Cas asks wryly. “None of them were ever serious enough to pique Jimmy’s interest.”

“Really?”

Cas nods and gestures for Dean to take a seat at the kitchen table next to him. He holds out his hand, which Dean takes, bemused. “I don’t know why Jimmy thought religion was an appropriate introductory dinner topic. I could tell he was trying to genuinely understand our… lifestyle, to use his word, but-”

“I got angry,” Dean says looking down at their clasped hands.

“You didn’t say anything I wasn't thinking,” Cas says simply. “I’m glad you reached out to Claire.”

“It seems like she needed it.”

“She doesn’t have a lot of adults in her life she can rely on to be in her corner,” Cas says diplomatically. “I’ve tried, over the years, but I can’t relate to her at all.”

Dean laughs. “Of course not. Teenage rebellion wasn’t really your style.”

“Ah yes, of course,” Cas says, his voice dry as chalk, “you’d be the perfect person to talk to her. The cool kids speak their own language. How could I forget?”

Dean smirks. “It’s full of references you don’t get.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cas says darkly.

Dean leans in for a kiss. Eyes dancing, as he whispers, “Relax, babe. You were always the coolest kid in school to me."

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huntsman-ash · 4 years ago

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RWBY V8E5 LiveThoughts

And now for the last episode before the HUGE break they’re taking. Seriously, February? Damn, whats going on at RT?

It matters not. Lets see what this weeks episode has for us.

And here we see Aminety Colloseum, the place that Atlas SHOULD have weaponized the moment it rolled its way back here. Seriously look at it; floating free away from everything else...you could mount missile launchers and laser batteries and CIWS batteries on it, launch fighters from it, let dropships deploy through its base...a floating aircraft carrier of unprecidented size.

Or maybe turn it into a weapon...use its drive system to focus Dust energy into some kind of gravitational force...thats just me though.

Missed oppertunites...ah well.

You CAN see its been adjusted though, it looks less like the sports arena from its last apperance and more like a floating coms hub, with those dishes on the outside and the huge spire.

Intersetingly if you look in the upper right corner the moon is there but almost completely covered by the storm Salem summoned. Interesting.

Wait why is PEITRO out there? With like...no supports? Seems kinda dangerous to send the weak old dude out there...

...thats a bomb. A Dust bomb in pipe bomb style form but thats very much a bomb. Yes, Penny, danger indeed.

Atmospheric orbit. Ahhh that must be the low-level orbit path that they need to ensure it doesnt loose power. The part where you coast along with almost no drag. Like what the X-15 hit in our world, and punched through at least once.

WAIT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT. Thats some kind of loader mech. THATS A FUCKING UTILITY TITAN. WHEN DID ATLAS GET ONE OF THOSE?!

Also thats a jet engine.

And Maria’s piloting it. To quote Daimon Baird; I know wha thappens when you let an angry chick loose with a power loader.

Multiple bombs...wait. Thats the mine that RWBY fought in with the Aces, the one that almost blew the fuck up. They’re... Oh. I get it now. They’re gonna use the blast to fling Amneity into upper orbit and stabalize it. Clever. Not exactly SAFE, but clever. Just hope the mine doesnt go anywhere important. Those tunnels are going to turn into firestorms.

Cute, she thinks she can stay and help. Trust me, Penny. You’re better off running.

MARIA CASUALLY DOING THE MEXICAN GRANDMOTHER THING WITH HER MECH...THE HIP HAND. MY GOD.

Oh, and his chair has gravity restraints too. They...gonna handle the impact of the launch? I mean thats literally a fuel/air bomb under them. Dust/air...

Well Maria seems alright with it.

OH GOD DAMMIT. Its Cinder isnt it? Fucking bitch...

On the positive side if she DOES hitch a ride then they get a chance to give her the ol’ “Long fall special”. Lets see your maiden powers save you from a fall from near orbit.

Well then, she burned right through the floor. Interesting. Maiden powers or her own, who knows...I do admit seeing her ride the ship in like that is kinda cool.

The eagerness in Cinders remaining eye interest me. Also, even when using maiden powers, her dead eye emits nothing. So that whole parts just gone.

Secondary note, I think they’re standing on the...Shade emblem? Shade is the swords I think. Vale is the axes, Atlas is the staff, Havens the lamp. Doubt it means anything.

Ahhh, okay I was gonna say, that launch was...kinda lackluster. But the blast is being used as a BOOST on top of the four existing external thrusters. Like the yellow emergency turbines on the outside of the Pillar of Autumn in the end cutscene of Halo Reach

Dust explodes in its own individual colors. The blast under them looks like a Pride festival.

Also Penny just going WHAP like that amuses me, whereas Cinder just crouches. Guess she knew what was coming.

I dont see how the blast is helping through...maybe its the pressure wave and we cant see it right.

Now THAT is a command and control table!

Based on the image I can see, the map is showing “Atlas Mantle” in the middle in green, Aminety in red to the north, and the whale as its own red marker just off to the west a bit of Atlas/Mantle. So now we know where everything is stationed.

The scales all kindsa weird tho

Ah THERES the G-force. Emeralds literally stuck to the floor.

And because Cinders an unoriginal bitch, fire swords. Im not impressed ot say the least. On a side note that DOES mean that radiobandit was right about her powers, so theres that. I’d wager this is a combination of her semblance and the maiden abilities.

For those who follow me, Cinder’s blades here are similar in look to what Ash Vulcan can summon, minus the fire. His are more of a cooled obsidian look. They are, however, as sharp as these are, but much less sturdy. Ex; the one that pins itself to the wall by Penny’s head would have shattered on impact, which Ash uses as a secondary ability. Because no one likes a hundred glass shards in their eyes...

OH HELL YES. Maria with the mech. Now, Cinder...TASTE METAL FIST.

RT...I salute you. Angry mother figure piloting a giant robot screaming “get away from her you bitch”. ALMOST had it. Almost.

What smacked into her though. Neo?

Yes, Neo piloting their escape craft. Interseting.

Emerald looks completely useless and confused and Neo is suddenly very much in a realization shes inside a tin can and MARIA IS OPERATING A GIANT TIN CAN OPENER

Emeralds semblance works on Maria. Interseting, so it must bypass eyes. Effect the brain specifically. Note to self for Chrys on that...

WHY did Neo take Ruby’s form when shes fighting Maria? On that Maria seems very happy to brawl on the ground now. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Additional math note; “broadcasting range” is, by this numerical, 543.523 of...whatever Remnant uses as units. On Earth, the edge of outerspace is almost exactly 100 km, or 62 miles, straight up. So going by that measurement... (Doing the math here hang on)...1 km is equal to 5.43 of Remnants distance units. Lets just say 5.5. Assuming Remnants edge is the same (but everything we’ve seen so far hints that it is, or at least very close)

Alternatively, since we heard klicks used in V4, but miles used in After The Fall, we can assume this is one of those, meaning that either broadcast altitude on Remnant is ABSURDLY HIGH, because 500km is literally 5 times the edge of space on earth, and 540 miles is ALMOST 9 TIMES AS HIGH. Either way Im pretty sure this is the first measurement of Remnants units we’ve seen.

Alternatively alternatively, judging by the arrows we see, these might be required velocity to maintain orbit, which MAY make a bit more sense but it doesnt really fit. Low orbital velocity on earth for example is 17,000 KPH. Even with the math above, theres still a TITANIC difference.

And now we see the numvers going down again because CINDER BURNED A HOLE IN THROUGH ONE OF THE STABALIZERS. Bitch.

Again on th e weaponizing the colleseum; look at all this empty space. They didnt even remove it from when it was a consorse for the festival. You could put SO MANY weapon emplacements...the landing pads are still there!

Oh so now Cinders a Dawnblade from RWBY is she.

And exploding arrows too. Alright then, sure, why not.

Not sure what the point of this little bit was, aside from Penny trying to draw Cinder off and Cinder going back because...evil? Bait for Penny? Who knows.

Oh yeah, Marias having a GOOD time. Also, Neos face when she gets kicked in it; “NO, NOT THE SANDEL!”

Also the disrespect from Maria. Yes. Suck it, Neo.

Also theres some timeskippage, as there is NOT a 2 minute gap between when we see the clock the first time and when we see it now. I dont think, anyway. Im sure theres math to be done but it serves the purpose its suppose to, for tension.

Uhhhh...Cinder, please. Your Salem’s most bottom of bitches right now. She favors Hazel and Tyrian over you.

Did Cinder really just try for a does not compute moment. Or is she just out of ideas.

Cinder stealing the maiden powers reminds me of the Grip of the Devourer perk from the Necromatic Grips in Destiny 2. Mainly the green energy flowing. I know thats Pennys aura stuff but it does remind me.

Ahhh they got a plan with Emerald then. Interesting. Also Neo taking advantage of a distraction sounds like her.

And Penny ONESHOTS Neo. Lets be real here, without aura? She’d be LIQUID. Or maybe ash. Not sure how Penny’s funnels (THEYRE STILL FUCKING FUNNELS DAMMIT) works.

Annnnddd you forgot shes a robot and sees aura didn’t you. Again, without aura, she’d be dead. Actually, she might legit be dead considering that scream. That sounds like the noise someone makes as their organs are fried by high intensity radiation. Not too mention the MASSIVE BURN MARK on the back wall there.

Either way; GET FUCKED BITCH.

Very dramatic, Emerald, but really, come on. Penny has lasers. You would get maybe one more shot (from a weapon that has, at best from my viewpoint) a caliber equal to MAYBE a 9mm pistol. That stuff doesnt have the penetration power required.

If Penny wasn’t nice and more interested in saving Peitro...you’d be dead. Ripped asunder and Cinder made even worse.

A pity, really, Penny has a heart. But...hey. Real girl.

I feed upon Emeralds tears though. Mmm. Simpy.

What the HELL is hitting them. Grimm?

Oh boy here we go, more of this. Like...bruh. Just set down for a bit. Always gotta be dramatic dont ya

Aww. Touching. But pointless in the grand scheme of things.

Interesting note but she puts her gloved hand on his cheek, not the one with the glove burned off. For what thats worth again.

Holy shit, that map wasnt lying. That whale’s almost as big as Atlas is from this angle. Mind you, might just be a trick of the location but it would make sense if they were afraid of a Grimm THAT GOD DAMN BIG. I was just seeing it as like, about the size of a normal sperm whale, maybe as big as the Leviathan from the series of the same name, but even that was barely 150 feet long. This things HUGE.

Nope. Pretty sure its about the same size as Atlas is long.

Also the Moon seems smaller from this angle oddly enough.

Wait is she gonna superman this fucking thing?

Okay yes, the numbers were based on distance not velocity, as Penny is pushing the stadium UP, rather than accelerating it in proper stance.

The noises she makes...huh. Glad my sister didnt walk in on those. Sounds...not like someone straining.

Hey look, its clumsy shitface McGee. HES NOT DEAD!

Note about the message; whos the chick with the eye patch next to the faunus in the back left of Ruby.

Im going to assume the first place we see the message played is the Mistral Black Market. Seems fitting for how it is, and the design matches Havens ascetic.

OH MY GOD THE LITTLE EARED FAUNUS GIRL IN THE HOLE. OH NO. SHES TOO CUTE.

Also in that same shot we see the old Karen from two episodes ago, a mouse girl, Fiona’s mole uncle, and someone new I think. Plus the huge eared girls mom who has a fox tail. And also one of the thirsty moms and her kid maybe?

Hey, Sun and Neptune! Out in the middle of nowhere in Vacuo. So this is the first time we’ve seen it in the show.

And Ilia’s still alive too!

Hey and Goodwytch too. No voice, of course...she got fired ages ago.

Also hey, so this is where Ironwoods been. I love how Hare turns it off before Ruby finishes.

I will note that technically Ruby’s not wrong. Ironwood cant be trusted. But then, he couldnt before because (gestures to Atlas’s pathetic, scraggy SOFT “military” instead of THE CHAD FORCES OF...uh...) (Rapid sounds of shuffling papers and files labeled “UNSC” “Coalition of Ordered Governments” “SRPA” “GAR” and “Yukon Confederacy” fly off the table)

Several others. Yes. Lets go with that. (Accidentally bumps paper labeled “Vanguard” off the desk)

Watts is back out I see too.

Wait wait wait. Penny’s blades operate via chips...part of her, sure. So WHY does she need wires on them? AGAIN. WHY ARE THEY WIRE FUNNELS AND NOT SEPERATE ONES.

Interestingly the inside of the one Watts has resembles a Scroll...did Peitro commender that technology?

No focusing system for the laser. No chamber for acceleration or direction. Odd.

Salem looks oddly glad for this. Probably cause she thinks this is going to spread more fear.

And Ruby gets to the heart of the deal. You dont beat something that cant be killed. You capture it. Hurt it. BREAK IT. A sentient being can only take so much punishment before it shatters into madness and controllable fragments. You just. Need. To. Hit. It. HARD. ENOUGH.

Additionally Ruby’s got a point there too. Salem played the shadows until this moment when everything was going her way. So...whats she afraid of.

Annnnddd thats all it takes to hijack Penny? Seriously.

Fuckin god damn useless Atlas bullshit fucking...(LONG SUFFERING SIGH OF A TECH NERD)

Hey theres Taiyang. Where’s Raven?

Wait hold on a second. She catches fire literally two seconds after she falls? You gotta fall a bit more than that for shit to start happening. WHAT THE FUCK IS REMNANTS ATMOSPHERE?! Or is it just dramatic...

Also as a small note the way the coms between her and Peitro cut off like that is accurate to reentry; during the hottest part of a splashdown, a space craft creates such a huge trail of energy behind it, rattling and burning its way down, it creates a blackout with its own passage. So based on the massive Apollo style reentry fire cone shes already putting out shes most likely going to be out of coms until she slows down orrrrrr craters into Remnants surface with the force of a meteor.

And no. I dont think shes dead. The fact that, DESPITE being surrounded by the kind of fireball that worked its way into the fueltank of the space shuttle Discovery and blew it and its crew to bits on reentry, she was still intact...shes probably going to be fine.

Hacked, certainly, but fine. It takes more than that to finish her. Besides now that shes hacked, she has to fight Ruby. We all want that right?

Ahh good to see Winter in full armor now. Or...close to it. Im sure some of its a support rig for her injuries but I like to think this is the start of Atlas’s Specialist Weaponization Program.

Ironwood makes a good call here. Same thought process as mine.

Salutes in this world are the same as ours. Interesting. Must change that for the HKs

Annnndd of course Watts steals the busted Scroll because IRONWOOD IS A FUCKING DUMBASS

...um.

Im...not even going to COMMENT on what the FUCK this thing is that Jaunes detachment found.

Also why is there A TREE in the tundra?

Oh, caustic. Interesting.

Mmmm. (Pause. Fingers to lips)

Thats your plan, Salem? To literally leak liquid Grimm into Mantle.

More silence.

Ladies and gentlemen...Salem is, officially, THE WORST VILLAN. OF ALL TIME.

The level of incompetence and stupidity I have seen here today completely obliterates the LAST person to hold that title, President Snow from the Hunger Games.

The amount of unnececary back door work and seecret plotting here astounds me. Shes doing this because she can, Im SURE of it. Theres no other reason.

Unless...she kows in a straight out fight, she’d have Ironwoods metal arm up to her colon in seconds. Which I wouldnt be surprised about.

Either way uh...thats it. Thats the end of the episode.

Nice fight, at least.

See you all in Febuary!

EDIT: NOT FEBUARY, the break is a few more episodes after this

#spoilers #rwby spoilers #rwby #rwby v8

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autumn-foxfire · 4 years ago

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Like i feel its interesting to come back to soukoku from this angle. With dabihawks we both like hawks more but with soukoku im a chuuya fan and you are a dazai fan so we both prioritize the other person but its fun to talk to you about them because even tho you like dazai more you dont act like chuuya is just an add on (gbhhg i hope i left a similar impression)

Like u see the state of soukoku fics rn n u get how it was at it height and how boring that got. The rest of the fandom prioritized dazai and they always seemed to go out of their way to romanticize everything the two did without acknowledging they both have isuess theyd need to work through for a healthy reletionship. Like it never got as bad as dabihawks cuz neither of them are bad to each other like dabi is bad to hawks but you get the picture.

Like i remember the exact moment i stopped shipping soukoku cuz it was after soukoku vs lovecraft episode n i watched chuuya activate corruption for the first time (i read the manga before this so i saw the bloody corruption before aesthetic corruption so another factor might be that it left a way bigger impact on me), n chuuya basically destroying himself inside out n then them having a little moment n chuuya being like 'aight i trust you to get me out of here' and dazai being like 'you got it partner'

N then we cut to chuuya in the middle of that fucking field all alone with no indication of has dazai called for help just a 'haha i left him because its funny'

N ngl i was plenty mad with dazai being so neglectful and dismissive of chuuyas needs when he knows that corruption literally kills him inside out if not stopped but that doesnt compere to my anger when i got on tumblr and every single post was focusing on how dazai folded chuuyas coat n put his hat there and how sweet and romantic that was and how much dazai cared for chuuya

You know completely ignoring he left him in the middle of nowhere with god knows what kind of injuries after chuuya explicitly trusted him to get him to safety, knowing he would faint n putting his trust in dazai

I was just pissed, like these two had a fun dynamic n i liked them together but the fandom was so focused on thirsting after dazai and making chuuya this tsundere love intrest that they werent willing to talk about obvious issues these two have not even as much as 'hey that was kind of a shitty thing for dazai to do'

Idk soukoku fandom left such a sour taste in my mouth, its just fun to talk about them with someone who doesnt do that

This is actually pretty interesting because I’ve had a different experience with fanfiction I’ve read where people will prioritize Chuuya’s feelings over Dazai’s (I especially get annoyed when people make Dazai’s defection from the Port Mafia solely Chuuya angst). I wonder if that’s become a recent trend then as you said it used to be the other way around (...This fandom can’t do things in halves, huh).

As I said above, a common trend that really annoys me about Soukoku fics that talk about Dazai’s defection is that it’s always Chuuya going “You betrayed and left me!” without Chuuya ever asking why or Dazai having the proper chance to explain himself. I can understand the draw of “Dazai broke Chuuya’s heart by leaving him behind” but people make it out like the issue was Dazai leaving in the first place which I think is pretty inconsiderate of Dazai’s own feelings.

I just want a balance where Chuuya asks why Dazai left, Dazai get’s a chance to explain himself and then maybe Chuuya asks why he didn’t ask him to go with him (if they were close in this fic) with Dazai questioning Chuuya’s loyalty to him and the Port Mafia. It would be a really good way to highlight Soukoku’s issues with communication of personal feelings and it’s just... not done.

Also, as I said in my previous ask, I can understand why you would be annoyed with Dazai’s actions in the Lovecraft episode and how the fandom made the action of him folding his coat into something cute and romantic while dismissing the fact that Dazai broke his promise.

And while I can’t and won’t defend Dazai for such actions as it was a dick move, I actually think that was his point. Dazai intentionally broke Chuuya’s trust in order to push him away (or at least he did in my opinion). We’ve already discussed how Soukoku has an issue with communication of their personal feelings and I think the Lovecraft episode is a great example of that. If I had to make a guess, I’d wager that Dazai was scared of the trust that Chuuya gave him again, he was probably also scared about how working alongside Chuuya again would bring out his old self: thoughts, feelings, and the like and how that would affect his promise to Odasaku. Dazai has done everything to distance himself from the mafia and now he’s being drawn back in and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

I think that’s also why he brings up the fact that he set a bomb under Chuuya’s car and constantly jabs and insults him, as well as stealing from him even though we know all he had to do was ask, was because it’s all an attempt to push Chuuya away and thus, push the mafia away too.

This is also why I would love to explore Chuuya more independantly because I want to know how he feels about all of this. It must hurt to be treated this way, especially with someone you trusted. And what probably hurts him even more is the knowledge that Dazai can’t trust him (which is a major issue in their relationship that needs to be adressed).

When it comes to fanfiction, Chuuya definitely deserves better and he definitely needs to sit Dazai down and get him to talk (and maybe get him to talk about his goddamn trauma too because that’s what causing this divide between them) and then Chuuya should be allowed to speak about him. In a sense, Dazai is treating him like a pet dog that he can throw away and is dismissing Chuuya’s own feelings and I just want to see people actually adress that. Dazai is allowed to have his trauma without making Chuuya a doormat for him (or a therapist).

It’s pretty tragic really because Chuuya is probably one of the most loyal characters in the manga/anime and is the one that wears his heart on his sleeve the whole time and yet Dazai still can’t bring himself to trust him just because he refuses to talk to him.

...Basically, they need couples counselling.

#bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd soukoku #thanks for the ask!!#thegaygyrus

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summahsunlight · 4 years ago

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We Belong to the Stars, Ch. 27

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 1986

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Canto Bright

Poe was not a fan of the arrogant display of wealth put on display before him. He also wasn't a fan with the way these rich men looked at Evelyn.

Evelyn was hardly recognizable in all the make-up, the navy blue wig, and the shimmering silver gown that clung to her body, plunging into a deep v in the back. No one was none the wiser when she passed them that she was the daughter of Luke Skywalker, the niece of Leia Organa--which was probably the whole reason Renick had picked that outfit for her.

Fixing the blue flower on the lapel of his black suit, Poe kept the other hand on the small of her back; a clear message to all the men lusting after her that she was his--and she was off limits. Of course, if anyone tried anything, they'd probably be met with the blaster that Evelyn had strapped to the inside of her thigh, concealed underneath the gown. He'd like to see one of those rich men cowering on the floor with her standing over them, blaster in their face. Smiling, Poe steered her in the direction of the gaming table that Renick had informed them that their informant would approach them at.

Pulling her close to his hip, Poe wrapped his arm possessively around Evelyn's waist. She played the part, leaning into him, and running her fingers through his hair as he sat down at the table. Neither of them were surprised to find the table lined with some of the richest beings in the galaxy, each with a woman half their age on both arms. These bastards have zero respect for anything, Poe thought, angrily. His father had taught him to respect women, especially if he was lucky one day to have a wife--Kes had always told him that some of the strongest beings he'd known, had been women.

"Deal you in, sir?" the lanky Twi'lek asked as Poe stepped up to the table, pulling him away from his thoughts.

"Sure," Poe said, tossing some credits on the table. "What do I have to lose, right darling?"

"Absolutely nothing," Evelyn replied, smiling cloyingly sweet at him. "Would you like a drink, handsome?"

"Yes," he said, stroking his thumb along her jawline. "You know what I like, baby. I trust you take care of it for me."

With a swing of her hips, Evelyn turned and headed towards the bar. Poe noticed that all eyes at the table followed her; she hadn't been sent there to keep women away from him so he could get the information, she had really been sent there as a distraction for all the other potential buyers. For someone that was in heels, Evelyn was commanding that room right now. "Well," Snap said, reminding Poe of the ear piece in his left ear, "you've convinced me that you're married..."

Poe chuckled and watched his opponents at the game table. If any of them were suspicious of Poe, there were no telling signs in their facial expression. Still, he knew that he couldn't let his guard down--especially with Evelyn in the same room. "Any sign of Terex?" he whispered to Snap.

Snap clicked his tongue. "Not so much as a peep yet, Poe. Maybe he isn't going to show up."

"I'm not letting my guard down, Wexley. I don't trust the guy. And I don't trust whoever is betraying us to him."

"Don't worry, Dameron; Jess and I are monitoring all air traffic. We'll let you know if he appears."

Poe rubbed his hand over his chin. "He does show up and puts a finger on Evie--I'm blasting him, Snap."

Snap sighed. "Poe, Agent Renick asked us not to cause a scene. Killing a First Order agent is going to cause a scene."

"Whatever. Protecting Evelyn is more important."

"Force, I told Renick you were a loose cannon..."

"Only when the safety of my squadron is threatened..."

"More specifically--Evelyn."

Lifting his eyes from the players at the table, Poe found Evelyn across the room at the bar getting their drinks. He would never say that any of his pilots were expendable... but if it came down to it... she would be the first one that he laid his life down for. She might not realize it yet but she was incredibly important to the survival of the galaxy.

Someone stepped into the spot that was previously occupied by her. Turning his head slightly, Poe saw a tall, broad shoulder man with a scar over his left eye standing next to him. "Your wife has every man in this room wishing they were you. Exquisite beauty."

Poe smiled, tightly, as he tossed more money into the game. "Well, when you have this much money--only an exquisite beauty hanging off your arm will do."

"And is my product still worth that money to you?"

"As long as what you're selling me is legit."

"It's legit; just one promise before we discuss payment--make sure the First Order doesn't hear you got this from me. Those Empire wannabes are interfering with my business."

"Don't worry--I can guarantee you that the First Order isn't going to know I got it from you."

Evelyn returned with his drink, sliding up on the other side and slipping her hand into the crook of his arm. Poe took the drink from her and sipped it, carefully. "Dear, would you get my new business acquaintance a drink?"

The man shook his head, and then gestured to the dealer that he wanted to wager on the next game. "No need, I don't drink. Do you have the money?"

Poe reached into his pocket and produced the credits that Renick had given him to buy the information. He watched closely as the man took the credits, inspected them to make sure they were real, and then placed them in his own pocket. No one would have noticed the slight move he made to place a data chip on the edge of the table, and no one would have noticed how Poe slipped the data card into his jacket pocket, all while sipping on the drink Evelyn had brought him.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," the man said, tipping his head in Poe's direction before walking away.

"Likewise," Poe murmured, finishing the drink. He put the glass down; with his hand on Evelyn's waist, he directed her back through the casino. "Let's get out of here."

"Is the information legit?" Snap asked over the comm once Poe and Evelyn made it back to their room.

"Oh, it's legit," Poe said, loosen his tie and watching the projection of the map BB-8 was displaying.

"What exactly is the information?" Jess inquired.

"A map of every First Order base in the Unknown Regions--and their weapons schematics."

"Damn. That is legit, Pava."

Poe tossed the tie aside and took a deep breath. "No wonder it would be valuable to a weapon's dealer--you'd know exactly what every base in the First Order needed and then cash in. I can see why Agent Lothor wanted the Resistance to have this information. We know what we're up against now and to be honest with you guys, it doesn't look good."

Snap sighed, heavily. He had no doubt that Poe was speaking the truth; the Resistance had their suspicions for the longest time now that the First Order was much more dangerous than the Senate deemed."Guess we should get back to base then. When should we expect you and the missus, Dameron?"

"Fifteen minutes," Poe said. "Just changing out of these outfits Renick had us wear."

"Ah you realize that your cover is still needed to get our ship outta here, right?"

"Don't worry, we'll still look the part--just more comfortably."

Evelyn emerged from the refresher then, just as Poe shut the commlink down. She had changed out of the lavish gown, removed the wig and make-up, and now wore an emerald green chiffon tunic and black leggings. Quietly she sat next to him on the bed.

Poe reached out and pulled her close, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Told Snap we'd be back at the ship in fifteen minutes. Figured we probably shouldn't wait to get back to base and give the General this information."

She nodded. "Probably a good idea."

He laughed, quietly. "Is this my first time having one?"

"No... you've been known to have them once and a while."

"Hopefully I haven't used up my quota."

Evelyn smiled and stood up, holding her hand out to him. It was time to go; they had done their job and gotten the intel from the weapon's dealer before he sold it to the First Order. "We should probably get a move on, we don't want to worry Snap if we show up late."

Poe sighed and joined her. "The last thing we need is Snap to go running through the city looking for us." He gestured for BB-8. "Let's go, Bee." Grabbing their bags and slinging them over his shoulder, Poe took her hand and led them out of the hotel room. Checking out of the suite was easy, heading back towards the ship through the streets was easy. No one paid any attention to them--as far as anyone knew they were just another rich couple. Not even the appearance of BB-8 raised eyebrows. The little droid zipped along next to them, causing Poe to chuckle. "Is this what our future holds?"

Glancing at him before running a hand through her hair, Evelyn smiled. "What do you mean? Posing as wealthy spouses to get information?"

Motioning towards BB-8, Poe grinned. "No--us, taking walks with Bee, like he's our little droid son."

"I sort of figured that you and BeeBee were a packaged deal."

"Damn right we are."

BB-8 twilled happily while they walked. Evelyn wrapped her arm around Poe's waist, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. "If this is our future--I don't think this is so bad."

Poe kissed her temple and then he grinned, devilishly. "You know... I still got some of that money left... I could buy you a ring..."

Evelyn shot him a mock glare. "Don't you dare--Renick will know immediately that the money is gone. You're expected to return it."

"Yeah but she doesn't know how much I played on those games."

"That would be cheating."

"Just slightly."

"Poe. No."

"Can I at least buy you some flowers?"

"If it's going to make you feel better and get you to shut up--yes."

Laughing, Poe let go of her, moving towards a flower vendor. While he was chatting with the florist, Poe watched as Evelyn and BB-8 walked a little ways a head of him. She smiled at him when she caught him watching her and he heard her words echoing in his head--if this is our future, I don't think this is so bad. His eyes were still locked with hers when the explosion rocked the square, deafening and destructive.

Poe was thrown from his spot, clear across the road and his head slammed against the stone. Groggily, he managed to gather himself to all fours, desperately looking about the square for BB-8 and Evelyn. All he could see was flames from the blast, smoke filling the air as beings ran about terrified and screaming. Briefly, Poe saw them, rushing through the crowd for him. It didn't appear that Evelyn was hurt or that BB-8 was damage and for that he felt a small sliver of relief--until the next blast, until in the chaos of a second bomb going off, until a look of surprise passed Evelyn's face as she was confronted by a tall man. It was the last thing he remembered, the last thing he saw, before the world around him went black.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron #evelyn skywalker (oc)#kaleb skywalker (oc)#bb-8 #poe x oc #poe dameron x oc #snap wexley #jess pava #black squadron #we belong to the stars

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happilykrispypirate · 5 years ago

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For 60 years

Summary: Legolas x reader. You and Legolas have been best friends since the day you met when you travelled with Bilbo, Gandalf and the dwarves.

Warnings: None

Masterlist

You had joined the fellowship, Legolas was of course both happy and unhappy you joined.

Happy, you were with him. He can make sure you don't get hurt.

Unhappy, he was afraid you were going to get hurt.

Nevertheless you ignored his protests and went with them.

You had stopped and Boromir was training Merry and Pippin to fight with a sword which ended in them tackling him to the ground earning a cheerful chuckle from everyone.

Gimli was bragging about how many battles he had fought in and how skilled he was. To be honest you were getting fed up and a little irritated.

Of course you loved Gimli as a friend, he was quite a funny dwarf but it's THAT time of the month.

"You know dwarf I've lived longer than you times 6. I've killed more than you have in your lifetime and than you ever will but do you see me bragging about it to everyone? No." You snap.

Gimli throws his head back as he chortles, "I atleast don't make up false stories, lass. You can't even lift a sword. I could put you down in a split second."

This time it's Legolas' turn to laugh, "You have met her right?"

"How about a little wager? Boromir is an excellent fighter. If she can beat him I owe you a sack of gold. He beats her, you owe me a sack of gold." Gimli says.

"You're on." Legolas smirks.

You give Legolas a look, "Yes I will share the gold with you." He says and you smile.

You walk over to Boromir, "I'll go easy on you." He says and you smirk.

He takes the first swing. You duck and swipe his feet out from under him.

He lands on his back, you knock his sword into the air, you catch it and hold both swords to his neck.

"I underestimated you." Boromir smirks in a way that gives you chills.

Not the good type.

You smirk and flip the sword into the air and you turn around. The sword lands right next to Boromir's head.

You sit back down next to Legolas who hands you half of the coins.

"Thank you." You smile looking at him.

"No problem." Legolas smiles looking at you, and just behind his head you see Gandalf handing Boromir a few coins who puts it in a little sack.

"What are you two betting?" You ask making Legolas look at them.

"Nothing." Gandalf says. You shrug it off thinking it's not important.

"Let's get going. I think we're well rested." Frodo says.

You walk over to your horse and mount it. You trudge off behind Gandalf.

"Those were quite some moves back there." Boromir says a while later walking next to you.

"Oh thank you." You say in a monotone.

"You know, if I'm honest I didn't think a class as beautiful as you could fight that well." He says, you internally cringe.

"Oh uh." You stutter unsure of what to say, of course you know what you want to say but you don't want to go that far.

You turn around and see Legolas glaring at the back of Boromir's head.

"So my lady, are you spoken for or not?" Boromir says making you look back at him.

"My personal life has absolutely nothing to do with you. I'm not interested in an arrogant man who only seeks one thing." You say.

"You are mistaken, you truly are beautiful but I see more than just that I-" you cut him off.

"I do not care what you see. I am smart enough to see right through your lies. Men like you only seek one thing and you cannot find that here. If you were smart enough you would move from my side." You snap.

Boromir groans and then moves forward, you smirk.

Legolas walks next to you and holds up his hand, you smile and give him a high five.

"That's my best friend." He says and your heart sinks.

Yes, you have feelings for Legolas, you have had them for 60 years. You doubt he has any for you.

As those words left Legolas' mouth, he felt his chest tighten. He didn't want to say those words, he has loved you for 60 years and never got the guts to tell you. He doubts you feel the same for him.

"Finally a peaceful night's sleep," Merry says as he lays down in his spot.

"These woods are well protected so you will sleep peacefully." Gandalf says.

(I know he isnt in this scene but this is not the movie nor the books so I dont have to follow the original storyline.)

"As if that's going to make me feel better." You mumble under your breath.

"Are you going to sleep?" Sam asks you as he sees you sitting on a big rock.

"I will be fine Mr. Gamgee, please sleep. You need it." You say with a small smile.

Sam smiles slightly and then lays down.

"You need it too." Legolas whispers trying not to disturb the others.

"I don't need sleep." You whisper back.

"Yes you do, you haven't slept for days." He whispers.

You sigh and grab his hand leading him further away. You sit down leaning against a tree stump with Legolas towering over you.

"I can manage without sleep." You say.

"Yes you do." He says and sits down next to you.

"I'll keep watch, you go to sleep." You say.

"I won't go to sleep until you do, and there is no need to keep watch. This place is safe." He says looking at you.

You ignore him and look at you twiddling fingers. Legolas sighs, "Fine, I'll help you keep watch."

"I don't need help and you need rest." You say.

(I'm seriously getting tired just writing this and it's like 3pm rn)

"You're my best friend I don-" He gets cut off by you standing up and walking away, "Where are you going?"

"Don't follow me."

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"Come on, Legolas just give her time."

"Give her time she hasn't spoken to me for a whole week! I tried talking to her but she just walked away." Legolas exclaims.

"Maybe you just said something wrong." Pippin says.

"I don't know what I said. I didn't even finish my sentence before she stormed off." Legolas says.

"What did you say?" Merry asks.

"She was arguing about me not going to sleep and deciding to stay awake with her. I told her she was my best friend-" Legolas was cut off by everyone slightly wincing.

"Oh ouch. That's probably why." Gimli says.

"Because I told her she was my best friend?" Legolas asks confused.

"Yes, have you seen how she looks at you?" Aragorn asks.

"She looks at me no differently than I look at her."

"Exactly, you two are so smitten with each other. You can't keep your eyes off her." Gandalf says.

Before anyone could say anything else Legolas storms away looking for you.

You stare out at the land before you and sigh deeply. "I can't believe I was so stupid! Fell in love with my best friend. Of course he only sees me as a friend." You groan out loud.

"I don't see you as a friend." A voice says startling you. You turn to see Legolas.

You quickly try to walk away but he grabs your wrist and pins you to the wall.

"No, don't walk away." He says, "Please don't go."

"What is it you want?" You ask.

"I wanted to talk to you. I've been trying to this past week but you kept walking away." Legolas says.

"I didnt want to talk to you." You say.

"Why?" He asks.

"I didn't want to talk to you knowing you see me just as a friend. I love you, have for the past 60 years! And I just-" you were cut off by a pair of lips on yours.

You soon realise it's Legolas'. Without hesitation you respond immediately, your lips move in sync and both your hands travel to his hair.

His hands leave your wrists and he plants them on your waist. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss.

The kiss ends and you two are left staring in each other's eyes. "You don't know how long I've waited to do that." Legolas says.

"I'm guessing just as long as I have, so 60 years." You say and smile.

Legolas chuckles, "Let's go back inside. The others are probably wondering where we are." He says and intertwines your fingers.

"Mhmm, I wonder who's going to win the bet." You say.

"What bet?" He asks.

"A few weeks ago I saw Gandalf and Gimli place coins into a sack so I assume they made a bet on us." You say.

"We'll see now won't we." Legolas says. "I'm not ready to go back yet, let's dance." You say and drag him to the dance floor.

Your arm wrap around his neck and his wrap around your waist.

"Look!" Merry points towards you and Legolas.

"My- they actually did it." Aragorn says.

"After 60 years." Gandalf says and then holds his hand out to Gimli.

"What did you bet?" Sam asks. "I said he they would get together before Aragorn is crowned and he said after." Gandalf says.

"Bloody, stupid, idiot." Gimli rambles on earning a laugh from everyone else.

"They look so happy." Frodo says.

"They do." Pippin says.

"I love you." You say to Legolas.

"I love you too." He smiles and leans in to kiss you.

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reedroad · 5 years ago

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im gonna guess that you're swamped with asks about that quiz but i gotta say. as a typhoon fan i feel so seen (and out of curiosity, which characters did you put for each lyric? im a sucker for character playlist type stuff)

not as much today, so you’re fine!! ive been loving the amount of typhoon fans coming out of the woodwork. umm let me check

The moths are all gonna die now/Impale themselves on the things that the like, now/I couldn't watch so I burned my own eyes out - luke skywalker, kaytoo, obi-wan kenobi, yoda, kanan jarrus, poe dameron, bodhi rook, baby yoda, ezra bridger (associated this song with sacrifice, remorse, desperation, recognizing your own mistakes, wanting desperately to help people)

I haven't slept in several nights and I'm not tired/Who protects the ones I love when I'm asleep?/Though there's little I can do, I say a prayer/That when the wolves come for their share/They'll come for me - leia organa, kaytoo, the mandalorian, r2d2, rey skywalker, kanan jarrus, hera syndulla, finn, baze malbus (protecting someone they care for without thought or question, intense loyalty, stubbornness, the vibe of declaring you’d rather die before the people you love)

All that being and nothingness, on the same möbius strip/Sleep and waking up - mace windu, the mandalorian, maul, c3po, yoda, cassian andor, kylo ren, boba fett (feeling trapped in a cycle that they created, going through the motions, ruled by the past)

I told you, I told you/I have nothing left with which to hold you/I lean up against you/We need heat where we’re gonna go/(I have been there I should know) - jyn erso, anakin skywalker/vader, obi-wan kenobi, chewbacca, bodhi rook (loss leading to a feeling of inexplicable emptiness, trauma they can’t escape from, acceptance of own mortality, desperation to hold the people they love one more time)

So long, my sweet/Maybe next time that we meet/We'll be whole, we'll be weightless, we'll be free - padme, anakin skywalker/vader, kanan jarrus, hera syndulla, ahsoka tano, baze malbus, shmi skywalker (loving someone so completely with the knowledge you can’t keep them forever, losing that person but still loving them after they’re gone, cherishing their memory, waiting for them regardless)

Each time I wake I’m still alive/Outlived my expiration date imagine my surprise/A backwards take on the book of Job/His life was wager and mine’s a joke/Give him what he wants he will never know/He’s tied up trying to let himself go - luke skywalker, chirrut imwe, lando calrissian, obi-wan kenobi, rey skywalker (the idea of suffering based on a bet from some higher power, living through hardships against all odds, faith, lando is here just because of the word wager don’t @ me)

Unhand me, I am not a criminal/And if I am, I paid the man just let me go/Soon enough you will be dancing at my funeral - kaytoo, r2d2, han solo, maul, c3po, cassian andor, chopper, boba fett (okay this one is just funny bc i picked characters who are straight up actual canonical criminals or murderers except c3po who i could just hear say “unhand me, i am not a criminal” so if you got c3po because you chose this and it doesnt fit you, it’s because i was having fun)

I learned to talk/Said I'd be Caesar/Or nothing at all - padme, leia organa, count dooku, sheev palpatine, qui-gon jinn, hux, galen erso, grand admiral thrawn, sabine wren, cassian andor (ambition, the pursuit of power to achieve your goals, the knowledge that words are powerful, belief that they can get shit done, etc)

im sure i missed a character here or there, there was a lot of them........ i know i put some characters multiple times, and others only once, dont @ me, some of them fit more than one

#you can try to use this to cheat but i made the quiz and i can't make myself get a character i want so good luck #you know nothing dani

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house-of-kells · 6 years ago

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A place where I am not myself.

Syntheticspacemagic | Fluff | Ikora x Shiro-4 | SFW

Ikora had always liked being alone with her thoughts. Alone on mercury when the guardian went in after Osiris and Sagira, alone when she stormed her way through the crucible, and alone when it was just her and her ghost wandering the jungles of what had once been known as Africa, when she was still a fresh guardian.

But this time was different, staring out at the traveler as it pulled itself back together, Ikora felt, for once, uncomfortable with being alone with her thoughts. she rubbed her palms over the smooth wood beneath her hands as she leaned out over the railing not unlike she had seen Zavala do so many times. the dramatic irony was not lost on her. It had been only 2 weeks since the guardian had returned from the tangled shore, informing the two remaining vanguard of Prince Uldren’s death.

Despite having been the one to send the guardian on that journey, Ikora felt no sense of relief, no satisfaction, only what she could describe as disappointment. disappointment not in the guardian, but in herself, she had gone behind Zavala’s back to OK a mission that had in the grand scheme of things, accomplished nothing. the two vanguard leaders still had not spoken.

“Ikora.” a synthesized voice behind her spoke, low and solemn. Ikora turned her head slightly, just enough to see the speaker from her peripheral vision. Shiro-4, one of Cayde’s closest friends, leaned against the wall fifteen feet from where she stood, hands folded over his chest, regarding her with his robotic eyes, and for once Ikora wished that Exos’ could display just a little more emotion. “Shiro, what are you doing here.” she responded in the same solemn tone, ordinarily she’d be more cordial, shaking his hand, all business, but today she just couldn’t muster the effort.

Shiro sported a new cloak sown from black cloth, instead of the yellow cloth he had worn originally, the cloak sported a long red stripe down its left half, as though mirroring the cloak Cayde had once worn. as he shifted his weight, Ikora caught a glint of silver at his hip, a small unassuming sidearm was strapped there.

“I came to check in, got a message from Cayde saying he had died, and left some things for me.” he shifted uncomfortably. “whole place isn’t what I expected to come back to honestly.” Ikora turned back to stare up at the traveler again. “and what were you expecting Shiro?” Shiro stood up to his full height, no longer leaning against the wall, and approached. “wasn’t expecting Cayde dead and you and Zavala giving each other the cold shoulder, that’s for sure.” he gestured to the railing next to her. “May I?” Ikora waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, and he mimicked her position, hands placed on the railing, only his eyes weren’t on the traveler.

Ikora held the silence for a few long moments, cherishing it, before snapping it in her hands. “I never intended it to be like this.” she said, lowering her eyes to the city. “I’m assuming you mean the guardian skipping off to the shore to do the deed.” Shiro quipped. Ikora nodded in confirmation, honestly Shiro would have made a fine hidden had he been a warlock, his skills of perception almost beyond reason. “I thought it would bring...” Ikora paused searching for a phrase to convey what she felt, in truth she had no idea what she had ‘thought it would bring’.

Once again Shiro came to her rescue. “you thought it would help things make sense, like how it used to be. you thought it would drive Zavala onto your path. you thought it would bring resolution to Cayde’s death.” again he had hit the nail on the head, but Ikora made no move to confirm his guess. “I feel as though your words are wasted on me Shiro, why are you here exactly?” the exo shifted a bit, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. “ah, well, you see...” he shrugged. “when Andal died, there was this restaurant I brought Cayde to, down in the city, it was sort of a place away from places, if you get what I mean.” she didn’t. “No I don’t I’m afraid.” Shiro sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “Cayde eventually ended up calling it ‘the place where I can be not myself’, its sort of a place where you don’t have to be a guardian for a while. you’re a guardian, but not there. you’re a soldier, but not there. you’re a civilian, a titan, a warlock, a hunter. but not there.”

Ikora finally looked over to the hunter, the barest hint of a smile gracing her face, the thought of a place where she could think things over not as the vanguard, not as a guardian, not as a scholar, but as herself, as Ikora, seemed oddly cathartic.

“you know Shiro, I think I would like that.” she said, keeping her eyes on the traveler. the hunter nodded. “I’ll get it set up, and ping you the coordinates tonight, wear something nice.” he looked down at her robes. “and uh, not that sort of nice, like, normal nice.” Ikora didn’t understand but nodded along anyway. “Great.” Shiro said, rising up again to his full height “just look, not you.” he said, striding away. Ikora shook her head, wondering how in the world she could not look like herself.

it had taken a few hours for Shiro to send her the coordinates as well as a time, and a few hours more for her to put together a suitable disguise, but Ikora had managed to dig the robes she had worn as a young guardian out of her closet, and reattach the shoulder sling to her old shotgun, Invective. the robes were simple, maroon in color, with black leather serving to fill in the gaps, and a handy hood to pull over her head. across her arm, Ikora had placed one of her old wearable colliders’, and had departed the tower in secret, placing an old teal helm over her head, and pulling up the hood about her neck.

saying the restaurant was hard to find was the understatement of a lifetime, even with her ghost, Hugin, supplying active coordinates, it had taken them nearly two hours to find it, and the result both was and wasn’t what Ikora had been expecting. put together from what seemed to be random bits of metal and wood, the ‘restaurant’ was nothing more than a large shack with a corrugated steel panel as a roof, hanging from the roof, just above the doorway, was a fizzled out neon sign suspended by wires threaded through what looked suspiciously like bullet holes; the sign read “the Middle of Nowhere”. Ikora looked around, there was no sign of Shiro yet, and this didn’t feel like the sort of place to be alone in, and she began to have second thoughts. letting out a small hum, Ikora leaned toward Hugin and said “Maybe this wasn’t the best idea...” just as she began to turn to leave, a familiar voice called out to her.

“Ikora.” Shiro called from across the small grassy yard outside of the shack. jogging across, he stopped a few feet in front of her. “I’m so glad you were able to make it.” Ikora nodded cautiously. “Shiro when you said a place...” she paused, uncertain. “I wasn’t expecting this.” Shiro nodded, easily reading what she implied. “yeah I know, but give it a shot, and if you don’t like it, we don’t come back. Deal?” Ikora felt a bit shocked by how forward he was being, she had never taken a chance to talk to Shiro without being in a vanguard meeting, and now that she was alone with him, his calm reassurance was... nice. “Alright.” she managed to say. “I can give it a try.”

“Fantastic.” Shiro replied, moving towards the shack, Ikora in tow. before the pair arrived at the door, Shiro laid his arm across her shoulders; when she moved to step away, he tightened his grip. “okay Ikora, trust me on this, you’re gonna want me around here, at least until folks warm up to you, so just follow my lead.” Ikora sighed slightly and nodded, Shiro nodded in return, before pushing open the door to the restaurant, while saying. “welcome to the Middle of Nowhere.”

Despite its outward appearance, the inside of the shack was well lit, with round tables, their finish almost completely peeled off, and old rustic chairs, which probably never had any finish applied in the first place, light bulbs hung from cords stretching upwards to the ceiling; off to the left on the far side of the single room was a bar, in similar condition to the tables and chairs. as the pair entered, figures seated alone or in groups at the tables turned their eyes on Ikora and Shiro. Ikora felt Shiro shift his hand down from her shoulder to around her waist, while he simultaneously raised his other hand into the air slightly and lowered his head in what Ikora could only describe as a half nod. the patrons, most of them hunters by Ikora’s wager, repeated the gesture, lowering their heads and raising their hands, before returning to their drinks or other activities.

pulling her over to an empty table with two chairs, Shiro took his hand from Ikora’s waist and kicked one of the chairs out from the table a ways, before taking the other chair and sitting down. Ikora took the chair shiro had moved, presumably for her in the weird way hunters did things, and sat, pulling herself up to the table. after a moment a young woman came by and dropped two old menu’s onto the table between them. “Anything for drinks?” she asked, pulling out a notepad, her tone somewhat apathetic. “Two glasses of water, and something for a departed friend if you get my meaning.” Shiro chimed in. the woman nodded, not looking up from the notepad. “Sure thing Shiro.” she turned on her heel and wove her way through the tables back to the bar. Ikora stared after her for a few seconds before pulling one of the menu’s across the table and beginning to unfold it, turning her gaze back to Shiro. “they know you?” Shiro nodded. “yeah, and before you ask, they don’t care that we’re guardians, place operates on a ‘don’t ask don’t tell policy’” Shiro reached out and placed his hand on top of Ikora’s menu, obscuring her vision of the orders. “and don’t, order anything here.” Ikora would have asked why but decided against it, Shiro was clearly in his element here, and it felt best to just follow his lead.

The woman returned with the glasses and a dark bottle of cheap wine, which Shiro took and thanked her, tipping her a few pieces of glimmer before turning his attention back to Ikora. “So Ikora.” he began, and Ikora braced herself. “I heard what happened, and I’m not talking about Cayde, I’m talking about you and Zavala.” there it was, the question she had hoped not to hear. “Listen Shiro, I appreciate this, but I don’t think” she was cut off by Shiro leaning forward, onto the table. “I know you don’t think this is a good Idea Ikora, but I want to hear your side of things, every guardian I’ve talked to knows Zavala’s side, but I want to hear yours.”

Ikora took a moment to compose herself, sifting through her memories, trying to find a place to start; after she had compiled what she felt was a proper explanation, she cast her eyes downward to her hands. “I didn’t understand.” she finally said, watching Shiro sit back, listening. “with Cayde dead, I didn’t understand why Zavala didn’t want to go after Uldren Sov, at first I thought him a coward, too afraid of his own light’s frailty to trust anyone else to do a good job, it felt as though he thought if he couldn’t do something, no one could.” Shiro nodded. “But that wasn’t the case.” he prompted, and Ikora shook her head. “No it wasn’t, after the guardian returned, and I felt no satisfaction, I turned my thoughts inward.” she looked up to Shiro’s glowing blue eyes. “if we had sent an army, a raid party, or even a fire-team, the chances of an unnecessary loss would have skyrocketed, and...” she paused for a second, casting her eyes back down to her hands and willing herself to say what she had been avoiding, a result she had until now refused to face. “And despite all how much I despaired, Cayde was still just a single guardian, a loss of another guardian wouldn’t have changed that. simple numbers.”

As Ikora stared down at her hands, clenched into fists, another gloved hand appeared, looking up slightly, Ikora watched Shiro place his right hand over top her left, a small gesture of reassurance. “from up in the tower, it all seems like simple math and science.” he said, his tone soft. “if we lose two guardians instead of one, its a net loss, if we don’t prove a point here or there, net loss.” he stared at Ikora intently. “but down here, when the enemy really hits home, its not so simple anymore.” Ikora nodded, and Shiro sat back in his chair, pouring some of the wine at the table into a spare glass and pushing it towards her. “I know it’s tough, believe me, but it’ll get better. I promise” Ikora nodded, removing her teal helmet. as the cool air hit her face, she felt her eyes burn, withing the confines and filtered air of her helmet, she had failed to realize she had begun to cry. “thank you Shiro.” she managed, her voice warbling as she spoke; she grasped the glass and took a sip, it had a strange, sour flavor to it, but not a flavor she despised. Shiro emptied his glass of water before filling it again with wine, and raised it slightly. “to Cayde.” Ikora nodded and raised her glass slightly off the table as well.

Ikora couldnt help but giggle as Shiro regaled her with yet another tale of Cayde’s antics before he became a vanguard, tipping back her glass, Ikora noticed she had run out of wine again, and went to pour more wine into her glass another time, only to have none pour from the bottle. as she sat there, pondering why nothing was happening, Shiro gently took the bottle from her hand, and placed it on the table, next to the other empty bottle. “I think that’s enough Ikora, its getting late.” Ikora stared at him, dumbfounded. “It is?” she peered up at the small clock on a nearby wall, trying to will her vision to stop wobbling so she could see the time. Shiro took her gently by the arm, and led her out of the bar, and Ikora had to admit, the cool night air did help straighten out her vision a bit, but not her balance, as she would have almost immediately fallen had it not been for Shiro’s support. leaning her full weight against him, she stumbled along with him back in the vague direction of the tower. as he helped her into her dormitory, Ikora put her free hand on his shoulder. “I wanted to thank you Shiro, it was nice to be away from the tower for a while.” Shiro seemed to nod. “whatever you say Ikora, you should get some sleep.” not that it had been mentioned, Ikora felt the weight of exhaustion creeping over her body, nodding along with him, she mumbled. “yes, sleep would be nice...” Shiro helped her over to the couch, too unfamiliar with the layout of her room to help her to her bed, before turning to leave. “try to take it easy tomorrow Ikora.” he called over his shoulder, Ikora simply waved her hand in agreement, pulling Invective off of her shoulder, and allowing it to drop onto the ground with a loud thud. the last thing she remembered was watching Shiro close the door behind him, bathing the room in darkness.

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