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aditya1412 · 2 years ago

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Introduction to Particle Physics

Hey guys!! Today I’m going to discuss about one of the most interesting and exciting branches of Physics: Particle Physics.

We all know what an atom is. Well, if you don’t know, I’ll make it clear to you in the easiest way I can. Have you ever wondered what are objects made up of? It’s matter. Matter is everything we can see, touch and which can be observed by our senses. But matter is further broken into smaller particles called molecules. Molecules are so tiny that they can’t be seen by the naked eye, instead they can be viewed with an electron microscope. If you’re imagining that molecules are further broken down into something, you are absolutely correct! Molecules are made up of atoms. A famous Indian scientist, Maharishi Kannad called molecules as anu and atoms as parmanu. It was earlier thought by a scientist, John Dalton, that atoms are indivisible and there are no possible divisions of atoms. But many years later, he was proved wrong. A scientist, J.J Thomson discovered electrons. E. Goldstein discovered protons and James Chadwick discovered neutrons.

Well, I guess you might be confused with what I just said. No need to worry about, I’ll explain these to you. The electrons, protons and neutrons are called subatomic particles. Electrons are the lightest among these and neutrons are the heaviest. Electrons are negatively charged and protons are positively charged whereas neutrons are electrically neutral. The protons and neutrons (collectively known as nucleons) together make up the nucleus. Now, what’s a nucleus? Let me give you an example. Imagine a cricket ground. Now if you put a cricket ball at the center of the ground, the ball in the ground becomes equivalent to a nucleus in an atom. So, you can imagine how small a nucleus will be as compared to an atom. The number of protons is always equal to the number of electrons in a neutral atom as their equal and opposite charges add up to zero. The number of protons in addition to the number of neutrons determine the mass of the atom (denoted by A). The number of protons or the number of electrons (in a neutral atom) determine the atomic number (denoted by Z).

So how are electrons, protons and neutrons placed in an atom? The protons and neutrons make up the nucleus, which is situated at the center of the atom whereas the electrons gyrate around the nucleus in imaginary orbits called shells or energy levels. The energy of the shells increases as we move away from the nucleus. Now, another famous scientist, Neils Bohr explained the stability of an atom. The equal and opposite charges of electrons and protons are held together by electrostatic force, thus making the atom stable. Many people think that most of the space in an atom is empty. But their assumption is wrong. The space is occupied by electric and magnetic charges which would stop you in an instant if you tried to enter the atom.

Now, a question arises. Protons are packed together in the nucleus. We have learnt in our junior classes that like charges repel. So how are protons held tightly and not thrown away from the nucleus by the strength of repulsion? Well, there is another type of force called the strong force which is exerted by another type of fundamental particle called quark. Protons and neutrons are made up of quarks so as to prevent the atom from collapsing.

Now, the interesting story starts. A scientist, Gell-Mann proposed that they were 3 types of quarks: up, down and strange. Up quark has a charge of 2/3, whereas down and strange quarks have a charge of -1/3. All have a spin of ½ which means that they must be rotated by two full turns i.e. by 720° to be in the same configuration as when they started. They all experience the strong force. A proton is made up of 2 up quarks and 1 down quark [2×2/3 + (-1/3) = (4-1)/3 = +1], therefore a proton has one unit positive charge. Whereas a neutron has 1 up quark and 2 down quarks [2/3 + 2(-1/3) = (2-2)/3 = 0], therefore a neutron has no charge i.e. it’s electrically neutral. So, what exactly is a quark? A quark is a fundamental constituent of matter and is defined as an elementary particle. These quarks combine to produce composite particles called hadrons, the most stable of which are nucleons which are the components of atomic nuclei.

There is another set of particles called leptons, mesons and baryons. Leptons are like electrons which have light weight, mesons are middle weight and baryons are like protons and neutrons with heavy weight.

Another subatomic particle called muon belongs to the lepton group. They are similar to electrons but weigh more than 207 times as much. After decaying, it produces an electron and 2 kinds of neutrinos. You might be confused with this new word: neutrino. Well, neutrinos are nearly massless particles that travel at almost lightspeeds (3 × 108 m/s). They are born from violent astrophysical events like exploding stars which later from supernovae or hypernovae or neutron star. They can move as easily through lead as we move through air.

We had earlier talked about that up, down and strange quarks have a half integer spin (1/2, 3/2, 1/3, 2/3, etc. ). These particles which have half-odd-integer spin belong to another family of particles called fermions. They also follow the Pauli Exclusion Principle. Pauli Exclusion Principle states “Two or more identical fermions cannot occupy the same quantum state within a quantum system simultaneously.”

I had also mentioned the term ‘hadrons’ earlier. They are built from quarks and react through the agency of the strong force. Hadrons embrace mesons, baryons and their many resonances.

You might ask me what’s a lepton, meson and baryon that I had mentioned earlier. But, hold your horses because there is an important particle called boson which form one of the two fundamental classes of subatomic particles, the other being fermions. Different from fermions, bosons’ spin quantum number have an integer value (0, 1, 2, …). A boson has nuclei with an even mass number, an integral spin and an angular momentum in quantum mechanical units of 0 and 1.

Now, let’s talk about leptons. They have half-integer spin that doesn’t get involved in strong interactions. There are 6 types of leptons: 3 of them have an electrical charge and 3 do not. They appear like point-like particles that don’t have internal structures. The electron is the best known lepton. There 6 types include: electron, electron neutrino, muon, muon neutrino, tau, tau neutrino. Then comes mesons. They are composed of an equal number quarks and antiquarks. All mesons are unstable, with the longest lasting for only a few tens of a nanoseconds (nano: 10-9). Heavier mesons decay to lighter mesons and ultimately to stable electrons, neutrinos and photons. After this are the baryons. Baryons are heavy weight particles that are made up of 3 quarks. They interact via strong and electromagnetic force.

Last but not the least, there are different kinds of bosons like photons, gluons, W boson (W±), Z boson (Z0) and Higgs boson. Gluons are like messenger particles of the strong nuclear force, which binds subatomic particles known as quarks within protons and neutrons as well as within heavier, short-lived particles created as high energies. W bosons have either a positive or negative charge and are each other’s antiparticles. The Z boson is electrically neutral and is its own antiparticle. Both these particles have a spin of 1. The Higgs boson is a massive scalar boson with 0 spin, even parity and no electric charge.

Okay, so that’s enough for today, guys. Hope you have gained some knowledge about Particle Physics. But this is just the basics.

Thank you all for reading my blog with patience 😁

~Aditya Choudhury (Std. X)

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talesfromlissom · 3 years ago

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A-z sfw for lucio! please ! there is such little content for him!

you're right about Lucio having not alot of content. He's on of my favorite healers, despite the fact that I cannot play him for the life of me without being a heal bot lol

A (Affection) - How affectionate are they? How affectionate are you? When do you guys show affection mainly? He’s extremely affectionate. His hands are all over you whenever they can be. Hugs and soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead are a norm, and something to be expected every time you two see each other. You on the other hand tend to keep your PDA on the downlow. Your affection is mainly reserved for private times. You’re a member of Overwatch, and although he worked with Overwatch once, he’s still technically regarded as a civilian.

B (Breakups) - If they were to break up with you how would they do it? What would their reasons be? He’d probably break up with you by flat out telling you. However, if you did something drastic like cheat on him, he’d write a song about it. Lucio doesn’t like to think about breaking up with you, but his reasons would probably be because you two don’t see eachother often, or because you’re keeping too many secrets from him. You on the other hand, wouldn’t dream of breaking up with Lucio. Although if you had too, you’d probably do it because he’d be safer if you two weren’t together.

C (Cooking) - Who does the cooking? Who's the worst cook? Surprisingly, Lucio does the most cooking. His apartment isn’t very big, unlike most people who think he owns a big one. He actually has a few friends who made it seem like he lives in a mansion, but in reality he lives in a small apartment in Rio that he enjoys very much. You’re the worst cook. You’ve burnt noodles, caught the kitchen on fire more than once. Lucio has refused to let you into the kitchen unless your taste testing.

D (Driver) - Who's the best driver? The getaway driver? You’re the best driver, Lucio didn’t own a car when he was younger. You’re also the getaway driver because of various reasons.

E (Encounter) - How did you two first meet? You two first met when Lucio called for Overwatch during an Null Sector attack. You didn’t travel with the original team, but you had told Winston that you’d meet up with them. You stayed behind on the ship when the ramp was destroyed. Using your teleportation abilities, you and Lucio got out safely.

F (First Kiss) - When was their first kiss? What was it like? Where was it? Surprisingly, you guys didn’t have the usual ‘first kiss’ and then started dating. It was backwards. But it was a date you two went on.

G (Giggle) - How do they laugh? How do you laugh? How do you make eachother laugh? Lucio’s laugh tends to be very loud and genuine. He laughs at alot of things. There was one instance that includes chocolate cake batter and whenever he sees a chocolate cake, or chocolate in general he loses it.

H (Hobbies) - What kind of hobbies do you two do together? You two like music. Lucio makes music, and as you used to be a music teacher, you listen to his tracks and help him improve them. Otherwise, the two of you enjoy going out and playing soccer with the local kids.

I (I Love You) - How often do they say 'ILY'? When was the first time they said it? You two say you love each other quite often. It’s more along the lines of saying ‘I love you’ between playful kisses. But the more genuine ones are said behind closed doors. The first time he said it was when you two went on a mission and had to lay low in a motel room. The lights flickering above you, with you bleeding out before him. He was certain you wouldn’t survive as his tech had stopped working about an hour ago. He said it in a spur of the moment, afraid of you dying.

J (Jokester) - Do you pull pranks on each other? How many inside jokes do you two have? How playful is your relationship? You two pull pranks on eachother pretty often. But they’re not really ‘pranks’ its more like, ‘ha ha. You know how I said I was going to the store to get fruit? Well jokes on you I got fruit, and your favorite ice cream. #epicprank’. You two have alot of inside jokes, as your relationship tends to be pretty playful. Most of them last for a month or two before they aren’t that funny anymore. Minus the chocolate cake joke, that will probably last until you’re old.

K (Kiss) - How do you two kiss? It varies, some are short. Others are breathy.

L (Little Ones) - How are they around children? Do they want children? How many? Names? Lucio is great around children, young or old. He isn’t sure if he wants kids; however, he already gets stressed with how much publicity he gets from being a DJ, and how difficult it is for him to see you without cameras in his face. If he were to have children, he’d probably have 2. As for names he doesn’t care.

M (Mornings) - How are they in the morning? He’s almost like a lazy cat. You can tell he’s awake because he turns to place his forehead against your chest, or your own. This little fiend refuses to wake up by himself, so he will poke you until you wake up.

N (Nights) How are they at night? He absolutely crashes at night. He steals all the blankets, your shirts, and hoodies are convinstated, even if you’re wearing them he somehow manages to convince you to take them off. He goes to bed earlier than you most of the time, as he prides himself with having a good sleeping schedule. He sprawls out like a cat in the sun until you move him around so you have at least some of the bed to sleep on.

O (Oh The Names) - Any nicknames? Pet names? You don’t have any nicknames for him other than ‘Lu’, but Lucio is the exact opposite. He has pet names that range from american ones like babe, and honey. Other times he uses xuxuzinho (sweet pumpkin), or coração (heart), which seem to stick the most.

Q (Query) How much do they remember about you? Is it the little things, like your favorite flavor of ice cream? Or is it big things like important holidays for you or dates? He remembers everything about you. Your favorite tea brand, types of music, ideal dates, etc. Everything. He has it written down somewhere, because he does tend to forget most of it due to his busy job and constantly on the go lifestyle.

R (Remember Me) - What's their favorite memory of you? His favorite memory is when he came home early and found you dancing in the house, vacuuming and pretending to sing to a song. It was one of his songs as well, and he started singing along and laughed when your faced flushed so red.

S (Strengths) - What's the strongest part of your relationship? The strongest part of your relationship is your dedication to eachother. It doesn’t matter where you two are, even if you end up breaking up with each other, you’d still have each other's back through thick and thin.

T (Tall) - How tall are they compared to you, or how short are they compared to you? God, Lucio is so much smaller than you, only at 5’’3, versus your whopping 6’’0. It’s great.

U (Unity) How do they feel about PDA? What is their main type of love language? What's yours? Lucio loves PDA. It makes him laugh when he makes people uncomfortable because of it. Lucio’s main type of love language would probably be words of affirmation, and quality time. Your’s is gift giving and acts of service.

V (Vanity) - How concerned are they about their looks? How concerned are they about yours? Lucio is only slightly concerned about his looks. He’s constantly in the eye of the public. He’s slightly concerned about yours as well, don’t take it as wrong, but he just wants you to look nice. Despite the fact that you look good in everything….and nothing.

W (Weaknesses) - What is the weakest point in your relationship? You being in Overwatch, and him being a civilian technically. As Overwatch is becoming larger and more involved in government similar to the way it was before, you cannot tell him everything about Overwatch. He gets angry at first, but understands, if Talon or other organizations find out about him knowing secrets about Overwatch, he could be in alot more danger than he’s ever known. Needless to say, that anger returns when he knows that he can handle himself and broke into an omnic ship and survives.

X (Xtra) - An extra headcanon. Lucio loves the piano. It’s much softer sounding than some of his more popular tracks that he is recognized for.

Y (Yucky) - What is the one thing they don't like about you? As stated before, he doesn’t like how secretive you can be when it comes to your job, and how you’re gone for a long time. Sometimes he can’t even contact you during that time.

Z (Zaney) - How do they act when they're drunk around you? The reckless drunk. Lucio is very smart and is able to come up with plans on the dot. The thing is, he often goes through this plan multiple times to make sure there’s no flaws in it. When he’s drunk however, that second step is completely skipped, so you end up with all these crazy shenanigans he tries to pull. Thankfully, he’s easy to convince not to do them.

#lucio correia dos santos #lucio x reader

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taleasnewastime · 4 years ago

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Kiss me

Taehyung x reader genre: angst; fluff word count: 4.7k

a/n: This is just a classic cliché, all very predictable but sometimes that’s comforting and just what you need to read. It has some angst in it but it is a happy fluffy ending. I hope you enjoy!

You took a sip of your drink as you looked around the room. You were stood in a corner out of sight so you could fully take in the room without being spotted. There were empty cups scattered around the room. People stood around in groups talking whilst others danced as the music blasted. You were used to coming to parties in the dorm as you had been friends with the boys for years but this seemed to be a pretty rowdy event. You continue to look around the room and spot a game of beer pong happening on the table. Jin was playing against Yoongi and from what you could see Jin was losing pretty badly, only one of his cups remained while Yoongi had 4 of his. Taehyung and Jungkook stood next to the table cheering Yoongi on as he held the ball. You lightly laughed as he took the shot and the ball landed perfectly in the remaining cup. Jins face was pure shock as Tae and Jungkook cheered and Yoongi just smirked.

You take another sip of your drink as you continue looking round the room. You spot Namjoon acting as barman in the kitchen and pouring people different drinks. And Hoseok and Jimin fighting over which song should be played next. The other boys are cheering Jin on as he downs his remaining beers. You sigh as you finish off your drink. Looks like you will have to join the party again and get another drink. You glance at your phone and have a quick scroll before gathering the energy to re-join.

“Are we boring you that much that you need to stand in the corner on your phone Y/N?”

You jump slightly looking up to see Taehyung standing in front of you.

“Just needed a minute away from it all, you know,” you grumble looking back down at your phone.

“Yeah yeah, come on I need you on my team for beer pong,” he laughs grabbing your hand and dragging you across the room.

You had known Tae for 4 years and been in love with him for the last 3. Not that he knew that. You had met through your job and hit it off becoming closer and closer as time went on. Your relationship was always a bit flirty but that’s how Tae treated all the girls you’d ever seen him around so you didn’t feel special in that respect. You hid your feelings towards him for the last 3 years hoping that you would figure it out, get over him or move onto someone else because you could never tell him how you felt to his face. But no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t stop how you felt towards him. You secretly hoped that he would work out how you felt and feel the same way back, but you weren’t holding out much hope.

Tae continues to drag you until you reach the table and then lets your hand drop. You look up to the other end of the table and then look over at Tae.

“I really don’t think we stand a chance against Jungkook,” you roll your eyes at Tae.

“Hey, two against one, I think we have this,” he laughs as he picks up the ping pong ball.

“Nah you should listen to Y/N, you guys stand no chance,” Jungkook says.

At that Tae throws the ball and it lands perfectly in one of the cups. Jungkook's eyes widen as Tae leaps up in the air and you just laugh.

“Want to go back on that statement?” Tae shouts at Jungkook.

Unfortunately, that one shot was pure luck and Jungkook absolutely smashed you two. Tae managed to get 2 more cups but you added absolutely nothing to the team. It was still fun though and you were laughing the whole way through. As Jungkook went for the last cup there was no surprise when he got the ball in.

“Drink up kids,” he laughs as he starts sliding his remaining cups down the table to you.

“Y/N is drinking those,” Tae states.

“I think you’ll find we will be drinking half each,” you widen your eyes at him.

“You were useless and got no cups, I think that means you have to drink the remaining drinks,” he smiles down at you.

“Urm I don’t –“

“Yep, everyone knows that rule Y/N,” Jungkook cuts you off. “Drink up.”

“Hey, don’t you go ganging up on me.”

They both ignored you however simply lining up the drinks and looking at you expectedly.

“This is harassment. I am a guest at this party,” you look at them both in turn.

With no sign of them backing down you pick up the first drink and down it and then move onto the next. As you slam down the final cup both boys are cheering and Tae picks you up spinning you around shouting in your ear.

“Tae, put me down or I’ll be sick everywhere.”

He laughs putting you down but continues to shout, while you just laugh.

“Another round?” Jungkook claps his hands together.

“No thank you,” you sarcastically smile at him. “I think I’m just going to go have a sit down somewhere.”

“I'll bring you another drink,” Tae says before you can stop him, walking off to the kitchen.

You look around the room again deciding where was best to go. Your eyes meet Jimin and Hoseok in the same place you saw them earlier but now no longer fighting over music. You head over to where they are stood talking and join in.

As you talk to them about what year in the 2010s was the best for music you feel yourself become more and more passionate as the drinks you’ve had throughout the night start to catch up with you. You are in a deep discussion about your favourite albums when you remember that Tae said he would bring you another drink. You look around the room in search of him in case he got lost trying to find you when your eyes land on him. Your heart gives a pang when you realise he’s talking to some super attractive girl. Your heart sinks slightly as you continue to watch them and you tune out of the discussion Jimin and Hobi are having.

As you watch them you notice Taes face light up at something the girl says, a wide smile takes over as he laughs. You can see two glasses in his hand as you realise he must have kept his promise of getting you a drink.

“What do you think Y/N?” Your thoughts are torn away from Tae at the mention of your name.

“Sorry completely zoned out then, what were you saying?” You smile at Hoseok.

“Jimin was just saying he thinks Lana Del Ray’s album is the best and I was saying that he is completely wrong as everyone knows it’s watch the throne by Kanye and Jay-Z,” Hoseok slightly slurs at you.

“Sorry but I have to agree with Jimin on this one,” you shrug at Hosoek. “Lana is the queen.”

“Yes, I knew you would have my back,” Jimin puts his arm round you squeezing him into you. “Come on let's go get some shots.”

Having sobered up significantly when you saw Tae with another woman you let Jimin drag you towards the kitchen with his arm still around your shoulders. As you pass Tae he doesn’t even realise, his eyes completely focused on the girl in front of him. You decide shots are definitely the right thing to do, you need to have some more alcohol to take your mind off the way his eyes shone looking at her. You lean your head on Jimin's shoulder letting out a soft sigh and Jimin gives your shoulder a slight squeeze.

You make it to the kitchen and Jimin starts pouring shots, he hands you one while he takes the other.

“To Lana,” he shouts while clinking your glass.

You both down the liquid and he immediately starts to pour more.

“Namjoon, Jungkook! Come take a drink,” Jimin screams at the boys who are stood a few feet away.

“What are we drinking to?” Namjoon asks as he takes a shot.

“To friends,” you say as you push your glass towards everyone else’s.

Again you down your shot and Jimin starts pouring another.

“Where are the others?” Jimin pouts, pouring more shots for the missing BTS members.

“I’ll go grab them,” Jungkook excitedly jumps up and runs from the room.

“Come on one more before they all crash the scene,” Jimin hands you and Namjoon another shot.

“To Jimin,” Namjoon announces.

“To Jimin!” Jimin shouts a massive smile taking over his face.

With that Hoseok and Jin walk into the room, closely followed by Yoongi. Jin and Yoongi glance at each other as Jimin sloshes a drink towards them.

“To BTS,” Jimin happily shouts as he raises his glass only for Namjoon to grab his wrist.

“Maybe we should wait for the whole of BTS to cheers that.”

“Found him,” Jungkook bounds into the room followed by Tae who’s still holding two full cups.

“Urm, maybe I should leave you guys to it,” you mumble out as you put your shot on the side and start to turn around to leave the room.

“No way. You are BTS’s honorary 8th member tonight, did no one tell you?” Hoseok says gabbing your arm before you could walk out. A few of the other are nodding their heads in agreement.

“Ok,” you give a small smile picking back up your shot.

Taehyung and Jungkook stand opposite you taking their shots and everyone raises their glasses cheersing BTS.

You laugh as you finish the drink, laughing at how ridiculous the situation you were in was. The alcohol was slowly catching up with you too.

“Another one!” Jimin shouts starting to pour more shots.

“I think you’ve had enough mate,” Jin says as he takes the bottle off Jimin.

“You’re no fun,” he pouts back.

You stick your hand out to grab one of the shots Jimin managed to pour before he was stopped only to be stopped by Yoongi.

“And I think you’ve had enough too.”

“You’re no fun,” you repeat Jimin's earlier statement pouting in the same way he did. Yoongi smiles back at you letting your arm drop. You look around the circle seeing Hoseok and Jungkook laughing at you. Your eyes briefly land on Tae who is staring back at you worry slightly filling his eyes. Your eyes continue round the circle until they meet Jimin who’s still wearing the pout.

“Come on Jimin, let's go have some fun somewhere else,” you grab his hand and drag him out the room before anyone can say anything. You don’t look back to see anyone’s reaction as you take him to where the music is the loudest and you start jumping around to the beat.

You spend the rest of the night like this. You and Jimin were both in hysterics as you tried to out compete each other’s bad dance moves. Throughout the you sneak around the room stealing peoples drinks as you neither of you were allowed back into the kitchen to make yourself one. You slowly become so drunk that you were near blacking out but you continue anyway.

At one moment when Jimin was doing a particularly funny dance to a S Club 7 song and you were doubled over laughing, tears in your eyes, the music cuts out. Jimin abruptly stops, looking around.

“Hey, why’d you do that? I was doing some of my best dancing just then,” Jimin was looking towards the speakers where Jin is standing.

“If you hadn’t noticed everyone has left. The party has finished. I think it's your bed time Jimin,” Jin replies.

“Me and Jimin aren’t finished though,” you whine at Jin. “We’ll just continue to party on our own. We don’t need anyone else to be here.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed Y/N,” you feel a hand on your shoulder from behind and turn around only to be met with Taehyung.

“We can go out to a club if you guys don’t want the noise,” Jimin suggests while you look over to him giving a smile and nod in agreement.

“I think you guys have had enough tonight, come on you can party another night,” Jin starts to make his way over to Jimin.

“Or we don’t need music, we can just have a silent disco in here,” you continue, not wanting your night to end here.

At that you are lifted from the ground and you yelp out in surprise as Tae picks you up bridal style. Your eyes widened in shock as they look into his.

“Hey, what are you doing? I said I’m not finished.”

“And I think you are. Let’s go to bed.”

Tae starts to walk towards his room as you look over his shoulder to Jimin with another pout on your lips you give a small wave goodbye as Jimin shouts bye.

Whenever you come to the dorms for a party you normally stay over as it means you don’t have to worry about trying to get home drunk. As you and Tae were the closest you almost always shared his bed, which you were never going to complain about.

When you make it to Tae’s room, he places you down on his bed, the pout still on your lips as he chuckles at you.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth while you get changed. You better be ready and tucked up into bed by the time I’m back,” he says in a stern voice and you mumble an “alright Dad,” at him.

You stay sitting on the bed for a bit considering sneaking out to meet with Jimin but when you hear the distant noise of doors opening and closing and Jin scolding Jimin you realise it's pointless. You drunkenly stumble around the room grabbing your pyjamas and putting them on before jumping onto the bed and tucking the covers up to your neck. Tae walks back into the room in a loose top and shorts. He smiles at you tucked in and you beam back at him.

“You look happier,” he laughs as he turns the lights off and joins you in the bed.

“Well I realised beds are comfy and that I enjoy sleep,” you slur turning to face him.

“Exactly,” you can hear the smile in voice as he turns to face you.

“Did you have a nice night?” You whisper to him after a moment of silence.

“Of course, I missed you though, feel like I hardly saw you all night.”

“Well I was having an epic night with Jimin while you were chatting up some girls,” still pretty drunk the words don’t fully register in your mind.

“What do you mean chatting up some girls?” Tae laughs but there is no humour in his voice.

“Oh you know that beautiful girl, tall, skinny, long curly brown hair –“

“Jade?” Tae cuts you off.

“I don’t know, maybe, who knows how many beautiful women you spoke to tonight.”

“They’re just friends Y/N.”

“Oh you don’t need to explain that to me. We’re just friends too, you can hook up with whoever you want. I was just explaining why we didn’t see each other tonight.”

“Right,” Tae mumbles out and a silence follows.

“Just for the record, I didn’t hook up with anyone tonight,” Tae sounds slightly annoyed when he breaks the silence. “And I mean I could question you about how close you and Jimin were.”

“Me and Jimin?” You laugh, probably a bit too loudly, you were still drunk after all. “Oh my god, me and Jimin? That’s probably the funniest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Good one.”

Tae simply groans at you shifting under the covers.

“Let’s just go to sleep, we can talk more when you’ve sobered up in the morning.”

“Ok,” you continue to laugh at Tae thinking you and Jimin were a thing, but slowly start to drift off.

You groan as you wake up the next morning. Head pounding and dehydrated you reach around in search of water. When your hand finds a glass, you glance at it to check its water and then down it in one. You flop back onto the bed and cover your eyes with your arm. Your mind wonders back to the previous night which you remember in full up to a certain point on the dance floor with Jimin where your memories start to get a bit hazy. You remember Tae talking to that girl and how you started to drink away your loneliness. You groan again as you roll onto your side.

After some time of mentally and physically preparing for the day you fumble around in search of your phone. When you find it you bring it to your face and see that its 9am. You groan again, for no particular reason but that you feel crap.

As you lay staring at the ceiling you start to hear voices in the rest of the house. People clattering in the kitchen and chatting away. You had no idea who the voices belong to but you could assume one was Taehyung as he was not lay next to you. With all the energy you could muster you roll yourself out of bed and stumble out of the room towards the kitchen. You’d had the sense at least to grab your empty glass so you could continue to rehydrate yourself.

“Morning,” you mumble as you enter the kitchen seeing Taehyung, Jin and Hoseok. You immediately head towards the sink and fill up your glass downing it and filling it again, this time taking small sips as you look around the room.

“And how are you feeling today?” Hoseok laughs at you.

“I think this might be the worst I’ve felt after any of your parties,” you state sitting down on one of the stools.

“That good huh?” Hoseok continues to laugh at you.

“And you wanted to continue the party, imagine how you’d now if you did,” Jin looks over his shoulder at you as he continues to chop something.

“To be fair I was having a great time, although I feel terrible it was a great party guys, well done.”

Taehyung walks over to you and places a glass of orange juice in front of you.

“Drink that, it always makes you feel better.”

You smile up at him and your heart pangs. You take a sip of the orange juice and sigh in content.

“As you are feeling so rubbish lets go back to bed and watch some films?” Tae claps his hands together grabbing your orange juice and water and walking off before you can respond. You watch him walk off for a second trying to muster the energy to follow him. When you finally do you smile towards Hoseok and Jin and head to Taes room.

When you get there Tae is already in the bed laptop on his lap as he taps always. You roll in next to him and pull the covers up to your eyes.

“So, what are we watching, please nothing too heavy,” you voice is barely audible through the covers.

“I was thinking Sleepless in Seattle?”

“A classic,” you smile, although he couldn’t see it.

As the film starts you scoot closer to Tae so your head is by his shoulder giving you a good view of the film. You struggle to stay awake throughout the film slightly drifting off at times but wake up when loud noises sound in the film. By the end of the film you try to wake yourself up a bit thinking it was probably about time you headed home. You had stuff to do and some sleep in your own bed would hopefully sort you out. You sit up and take a few sips of orange juice

“So Jade?” Taes voice sounds unusually loud compared to the film.

“Who the hell is that?” You mumble, your mind scrambled trying to recall a Jade in the film.

“You seemed angry with me last night for talking to Jade rather than being with you. I just wanted to say that I was coming to hang out with you but she pulled me over to chat and I haven’t seen her in so long so I just –“

“Tae, you don’t have to explain yourself to me,” you cut him off. Your face heated slightly at the words, you don’t really remember bringing this up with him last night. You remember being in his bed finding something hilarious that he had said about Jimin, otherwise your memory was completely blank.

“That’s what you said last night too. But I still want to say sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologise for. I was drunk, my mind was not with it and I probably had no idea what I was talking about. Hell, I don’t even remember what I said,” you laugh, but you could guess what you had said. You remember seeing Tae talking to the girl and you remember the pain it caused you.

“Ok, as long as you don’t mind.”

“Why would I mind? I had a great night with Jimin.”

“Yeah I know,” he sighed out sadly.

The atmosphere in the room had changed. You could feel a tension and coldness in the air as you both held back feelings.

“So what shall we watch next?” Tae forced a smile onto his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he looked at you.

“You know, I think I might just head home.”

“What? But we always hang out after a party. I wanted to make up for last night and do stuff just me and you today,” the smile on his face has dropped and he doesn’t hide the hurt in his eyes.

“I just have stuff to do,” you look away from his eyes as you speak.

“What stuff?”

“I have a busy week, I need to do some cleaning.”

“Well I could help you.”

“It will be boring Tae, you stay here and hang out with the guys today.”

“But I just said I want to hang out with you today, I don’t care what we do.”

“I just… I just think maybe I want to be alone today.”

“What’s up Y/N? Why are you pushing me away? Is it because of Jade?”

“I don’t even know Jade, it has nothing to do with her,” your tone starts to get angrier as Tae pushes the topic. This conversation was not helping your hangover or your heart.

“Well you seemed pissed off with her last night,” Tae hasn’t stopping looking at you for the whole conversation, eyes boring into you trying to read every reaction you gave.

“I wasn’t pissed off at her.”

“Pissed off at me, pissed off at her, it’s the same thing at this point.”

“As I said, I was drunk. I have no right to be pissed off at you or whoever you choice to speak to. We’re just friends, you can speak to whoever the hell you want,” at this you stand up done with the conversation. Tears threatened your eyes as you gathered your stuff off the floor. You could normally control your emotions but this horrendous hangover was making you particularly emotional.

“Y/N,” you hear Tae get up off the bed and start to walk towards you. “Please talk to me. What’s up?”

You breath out as you crouch on the floor. Should you really do this, tell him how you feel. It was probably your fragile state but you were done playing these games. You hated feeling what you were currently feeling whenever Tae spoke to any woman. You couldn’t believe what you were about to say. You stand up and turn around so your eyes were looking into Taes. You could see the worry and hurt in them. You sigh again and look down to his chest, you don’t think you will be able to confess this to his face, too scared of how he might react.

“I wasn’t pissed off at that girl. I wasn’t pissed off at you. I was jealous. I saw the way you looked at her and I wished you looked at me like that.” Tears start to come to your eyes again as you try to hold yourself together. “I know we’re just friends but I don’t know if I can be just your friend anymore Tae. I don’t know how to say this but I like you, I like you a lot more than friends like their friends.”

You don’t dare look up at Taes face but the way his body stiffens and the silence that fills the room says everything that he clearly couldn’t say.

“But you know, I’m not psycho, I don’t just expect you to like me like that back. I just think it should be out in the open if it's affecting our friendship.”

The silence continues and you risk looking up to his face. He is no longer looking at you but the wall behind you. His eyes have glazed over and you can see the shock on his face.

“Anyway I’m going to head off, like I said I have a lot of stuff to do,” you ramble on.

You scramble to gather up your remaining things shoving them in your bag as you almost run for the door. As you reach to tug the door open a hand stops the door from opening.

“I’m sorry.”

You turn around to look at Tae, his hand pressed against the door so his arm is by your head. He is a lot closer than you expected.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” you whisper out his face so close to yours you don’t see the need to speak any louder. “I didn’t expect you to feel the same.”

“No you don’t understand, I’m so sorry for making you feel like crap.”

The tears you have been holding back slowly start to slide out of your eyes.

“I had no idea you felt that way about me,” he brushed the tears off your face. “You should have said something sooner, hell I should have noticed sooner. Y/N I’m so sorry.”

The tears still continue to stream down your face as you try to take in what he’s saying.

“Kiss me?” He whispers out.

At this you go still. What the hell was he saying? You’d been waiting so long to hear those words and now he spoke them you couldn’t comprehend what he was asking.

He chuckles seeing the confusion in your eyes. He whips a few more tears that escape your eyes and places some hair behind your ear.

“I have liked you for ages Y/N but thought you didn’t see me in that way so didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he smiles down at you. “Kiss me?” He repeats and this time you smile and nod.

He leans in slightly as his hand travels to your jaw stroking it as his eyes close. You lean up to meet him hands going to his neck as your lips meet. You both moan out as your lips move against each other. He pushes you back against the door so you are trapped with his body pushed up against you. You feel his tongue slide against your lips as you smile. You break away before you can go any further, but rest your forehead against his as you stare at each other.

“This is not how I imagined this happening,” you smile at him.

“Oh and how did you imagine it?”

“Well I did not expect to have the worst hangover in history as I declared my love to you, it's been a rollercoaster of emotions today and its only midday.”

“Your love hey?” He smiles at you.

“Oh shut up.”

He pecks you on the lips a few times.

“Come on, let's get back to that film day. I vote we watch Legally Blonde next,” he takes your hand dragging you back to the bed where you find your earlier position and smile as Tae finds the film.

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lexa-lives-in-us · 4 years ago

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Yasha finding out about what really is going on behind the scenes with the A.O.I (Angel of Irons) Organization. Break my heart please.

Part 13 of ???

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Dairon doesn’t get the full story until lunch time rolls around.

Caduceus, Veth and Marion whip out a full three course meal in the span of one hour, and Dairon has finally the chance to see the last room of the base.

They limp towards the kitchen, ignoring Beau’s offers to help, and crash on the nearest chair, taking a good look around.

It’s a poorly lit, big room, with stoves, fridge and countertop across the opposite wall from one of the two doors. Dairon sees Veth disappear behind another, and they make a note of exploring it later. In the middle of the room, a long table is already filled with silverware, food and drinks. It can host up to fifteen people, but the Nein plus Marion crowd the side where Dairon is already sitting.

Marion meets their eyes and Dairon averts their gaze, barely suppressing a smile.

The woman takes a seat next to them, and Dairon gets immediately kicked in the shin. When they look up at her, Marion is looking straight ahead with a smirk on her face.

This woman.

***

They devour the food in silence, everyone too absorbed in their own plate, still too exhausted and recovering from last night to dare speaking.

Dairon themselves barely looks up from the delicious meal, too famished to partake in even the smallest of conversations.

Only when every dish is cleared and Caduceus is readying the kettle, Dairon sits back.

“So. Does anyone want to explain?” they ask.

The Nein look around the table, exchanging a series of glances. Jester clears her voice.

“Remember the A of I?”

Dairon nods, but next to them, Marion shakes her head.

“Not going to lie,” Dairon adds then. “I can use a refresher on what you guys did. I only remember it involved Yasha and then, of course, all of you.”

They all nod, the mood suddenly very dark.

Marion reaches for Dairon’s hand from under the table, and Dairon can’t negate that request. Their fingers intertwine.

Above the table, though, Beau is doing the same with Yasha. Their hands join, and Beau looks at her wife and her wife only. Yasha smiles at her and nods. She thanks softly Caduceus as he places a steaming mug in front of her, then takes a deep breath.

As Caduceus gives a cup to everyone, Yasha starts recounting.

Yasha sticks her head around the corner, making sure that nobody is present. It’s not like she’s never been down in the basement, but it’s also not one of her favorite places, and it’s most certainly somewhere she should be without a specific order. She is ready to lie, of course, but she would really rather she didn’t have to.

She is a terrible liar after all.

Obann doesn’t keep her around for her charisma, that is for sure.

Yasha rounds the corner, hand near the leg holster, ready to whip out her weapon at any suspicious movement.

Luckily for her, the hallways seem to be empty.

She can’t hear a single sound coming from either direction, so she keeps walking, and finally uses the key she’s borrowed from one of the others to open the door of the record room.

She sneaks inside, locking the door behind her and turning the light on.

The neon lights come to life with a buzz, illuminating the rows of shelves with a sick green ray.

She roams around them for a few minutes, trying to find a sign that tells her where the files starting with N are.

Finally, she notices a very faint labeling system at the bottom of each row, and then it’s a matter of minutes before she finds a bow with NT-NZ scribbled on the front.

She extracts the box, hesitating for just a moment.

She shouldn’t be here.

She should be upstairs, where Obann and the others are resting, or getting ready and trained for the next mission. Not down here. Not sneaking around like a criminal, looking over files that could-

Files that could either confirm that Beauregard Lionett is indeed the enemy or that could instead destroy every single certainty she’s had of her adult life.

Yasha bites her lower lip.

Because one thing is unfortunately very true.

She doesn’t remember her childhood. At all. She remembers coming to terms with a sort of amnesia, a result of having hit her head too hard during training, or during a mission, but that is pretty much it.

Obann has told her she is being with the Angels of Iron since birth, where she has being trained and educated, loved and cared for. And Yasha has never really questioned anything. She simply does what Obann tells her to do, and although sometimes some mission is not exactly her cup of tea, Obann has always been very clear and reassuring in telling her that they’re doing it for the best of causes.

But Yasha isn’t as dense as her companions believe her to be.

And Beau.

Because there is Beau.

Beautiful, strong, smart Beauregard Lionett.

A CIA Agent.

And Yasha isn’t well versed in American politics or whatever, but she’s pretty sure the CIA is supposed to be the good guys. Or something like that. But Obann hates them. Obann has told her to eliminate any CIA threat on sight.

Yasha doesn’t understand.

Because Beau has talked to her. They’ve talked a lot, actually. And Beau has told her that the Angels of Iron are not, in fact, good. Quite the opposite, really.

And Beau... Beau has kissed her. Beau has looked at her in a way that Yasha only remembers being looked at once, although the details are still blurry.

There’s a woman, a young girl, in her past, that Yasha doesn’t remember. She has a name, but she can’t remember a face. Zuala, the name is. She’s asked Obann about her, but he’s just shrugged and told her to move on.

And Yasha had.

But now she can’t.

Not anymore.

Because Beau has pushed her away from danger, Beau has almost gotten a bullet for her, no longer than a week ago, and Yasha can’t stand the idea of not knowing anymore.

So she places the box on the ground, sits cross legged on the cold concrete floor and finds her file.

Nydoorin, Yasha.

It’s a thick one.

Yasha takes a deep breath, then opens it.

The first page is a birth certificate, in Russian. Born in Novosibirsk, Siberia from [REDACTED] Nydoorin and [REDACTED] Nydoorin. Yasha blinks. She presses a finger on the black rectangular lines, where her parents names have been erased, possibly forever.

Swallowing a lump of tears and bile, Yasha flips the page. It a report, once again with several sections erased, with the Angels of Iron’s letterhead.

Yasha skims through the document, of several pages, noticing how entire sections seem to have been cancelled off.

“The child is above average. The vitals are [REDACTED]. The child appears to be healthy enough for the project. [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] Nydoorin have refused to sign the child off to the organization. [REDACTED] might be necessary.”

“Obtainment of the child is an asset.”

“Approval from [REDACTED] has been received.”

“Proceed with obtainment.”

Yasha remembers witnessing a car crash, one day, a few years back. She remembers how horrible it had been, to see the bodies burn and the people scream without being able to do anything to help them.

It’s exactly how she feels now.

She wants to close everything and run, but she can’t stop reading.

She flips another page, and a set of pictures clipped to a paper appear in front of her.

One is a picture of two adults, a man and a woman, smiling in a hospital room with a newborn baby in their arms. The woman has gentle features, gentle eyes, big hands, large shoulders and long, wavy hair. The man is very tall, with an athletic build, and a nose that Yasha sees in the mirror every day.

The baby is asleep, a small fist curled and closed on her mother’s thumb.

They look peaceful. Happy.

A tear falls on the picture, and Yasha wipes it away slowly, hesitating with her finger on the shape of her father’s face.

She forces herself to move on and look at the other pictures.

A child, with long, dark black hair collected into a braid, stands next to two more girls, one of them with red hair, the other with dark brown ones. Three year old Yasha’s eyes are focused. Her little body is not all that little, compared to the two other children, standing tall above them.

They all seem to be wearing the same uniform.

Other pictures show Yasha’s growth, in that same uniform, and picture her fighting other girls, training in both hand to hand and weapon combat.

The reports the pictures are attached to talk about her.

“Agent Y is skilled.”

“Agent Y mastered the course.”

“Agent Y is fit and ready for combat.”

Yasha keeps going through pictures and files, and every report she reads confirms her suspicions, confirms what Beau has told her about the Angels of Iron.

She starts to see a recurring pattern.

A woman, next to her or behind her or in front of her. A woman with gentle eyes, dark hair and a shit eating grin. Yasha knows immediately who this girl is. As she goes back to the first picture, she recognizes her as one of the two other toddlers in uniform.

“Zuala...” Yasha whispers.

Yasha reads everything once more, looking for signs. And she finds them.

“Agent Y and Agent Z work well together.”

“Agent Z has punched another Agent who was making fun of Agent Y. Investigation required.”

“Agent Y and Agent Z have been found within Agent Y’s quarters, in a compromising situation.”

“Agent Y is a precious asset. Agent Z has been removed from the project.”

Attached to that one file, a single picture.

A black bag, with a dark skinned arm poking out of it. In the background, Yasha sees herself, spine ramrod straight, no emotion on her face.

Yasha stares at the picture, and presses a palm against her mouth, to prevent...

To prevent her to scream, or to puke, or both. She’s not exactly sure.

She stares and stares, and details form back into her memory. Details of Zuala. Of nights together. Of days together. They’re blurred and they’re vague, but they’re memories.

She exhales, trying to swallow a surge of vomit into her throat, and flips the page. It’s a medical report.

She skims through it almost in a haze.

An injection. A cocktail of drugs. An experiment.

Memories being wiped.

A new life. A new Agent. A new Yasha.

More obedient, now that she doesn’t remember. More loyal, now that she has being cleared of distractions.

The last page is a picture in colors.

It’s recent, way too recent. Yasha remembers this one.

It’s herself, her recent self. And next to her, staring with adoring eyes...

“Beauregard...”

Underneath, a few words.

“Possible distraction. Liability. Kill on sight.”

Yasha slams the folder close.

Tears have dried on her face, but it doesn’t matter. She might not know everything, but she knows enough.

It’s time to go.

Silence falls into the kitchen.

The Mighty Nein are all looking down into their mugs, pensive expressions on their faces. They all know the story.

Beauregard’s hand is still on Yasha’s, and her free one is clenched onto a fist. She hasn’t looked away from Yasha’s face for a single moment during the whole story.

Dairon can see the same rage, the same horror they feel, reflected on their kid’s face.

Marion’s hand has been squeezing theirs painfully for the whole duration, and when Dairon turns to look at the woman, they see tears streaming down her perfect face.

“Yasha.” she says, broken voice and broken soul. “My child.”

Yasha closes her eyes for a moment at the word, a single tear escaping her.

She grabs Beau’s hand with both of hers, and takes a deep breath.

A soft voice speaks up from the corner of the table, making both Dairon and Marion turn.

“We found more intel, a few weeks ago.” Jester says, all her usual cheerfulness now gone. “We’ve been trying to dismantle the project for years, now. It’s not easy. They have connections everywhere. Mafia and Ndrangheta in Italy. The Cartel in Mexico. Triad, China. You name it. They’re everywhere.”

Veth takes over.

“So we started setting up traps. All over. We’ve been trying to collect intel about customers, buyers, sellers, anything. We started suspecting on someone who was once seen with one of Marion’s old... Clients.”

Marion is quicker than Dairon to understand.

“The Gentleman.” she says, in a whisper. Her hold on Dairon’s hand loosens just slightly.

Jester nods.

“I talked to him. He didn’t seem to have anything to do with them, this time around. But we didn’t trust that he would just leave it alone, so we had Beau and Yasha at the Hotel, as security. We were going to tell you, Mama, as soon as possible. But then...”

Everyone turns to look at Dairon.

“Then the CIA got wind of a possible meeting of drug lords in Paris, and the Gentleman’s name was made.” Dairon continues, finally piecing everything together. “I was sent in to gather intel and protect the source. Marion, we assumed.”

Everyone around the table nods.

Beau, finally turning away from Yasha, places her palm on the wooden table.

“As you can see, Dairon... We have work to do. You are welcome to stay or to go, once you’re feeling better. But we’re going to do this with or without you.”

The table turns to look at them.

Dairon looks at Marion, and the woman blinks, her beautiful face pale as a ghost.

Dairon turns to look at Beau.

"I’m in.”

#Undercover AU #beauyasha #cobalt ruby #critical role #my work

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years ago

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Yamata-No-Orochi (Part 2) Princess Tutu

Princess Tutu is a must watch if you haven’t seen it. It’s a bit after the MCs time though so she wouldn’t have been able to see it.

The throbbing bass from the speakers sync with the flashing lights of the dance club at Takamagahara. The crowd is thriving today. You can see glimpses of the masses of people in the pulsing of light. They appear like brief colorful snapshots on the floor below your center platform table.

The Romanceable MC contest continued despite the tragic death of Chance. The official narrative was that Chance died bravely defending you from street hooligans, which is horribly ironic, because that was something that you specifically told him not to do. Now Club Takamagahara was holding another Princess Night with the theme of Knights in Shining Armor. Men walked around like living walls of muscle wearing silver helmets, silver studded leather straps and bronze colored leather subligacula.

It was the exact opposite of what Chance’s life was. He was no knight. He would have been the first to admit that. He was on the underbelly of the world as a gang member, the lowest of his kind as an unstable hybrid and even then he lowered himself further, running sex dungeons for money to maintain the balance between his humanity and his raging dragonblood. And he still smiled and he still dreamed of a Hokkaido winter wedding.

Your chest constricts involuntarily.

“Are you going to be alright? You don’t have to be here.” A voice murmurs in your ear. Diamond is the only contender next to you. As a cowboy style performer, he has no need to dress up like a knight. Cowboys, like handsome knights, are just another font of masculine charm and marital fidelity. They work hard out on the lonely trails, wrangling sheep and cattle but they are true and come home to you, their sweet prairie wife. As sheriffs, they run out the outlaws in the town. “

You look up at him, his eyes are a welcome distraction. “You don’t have to be here either.”

He huffs. “Well, you can’t hurt too bad, if you come up with a sweet comeback like that.”

“Why are you here? Armani and Calypso have backed out.” Rumor had gone around that Chance's killing was related to an out of control fan who had fallen in love with you and had used his yakuza ties to put out a hit job and kidnap you. The other suitors didn’t mind losing a little dignity if it meant living another day.

“I used to work at Bliss Hall, also known as the Paradisio. I knew shady stuff went down. And when the gang war came there, I looked down the barrel of five guns while they interrogated me and patted me down. They determined I wasn't involved and let me go. So… if I was going to die of gang violence I probably would have already.”

“So why are you here?” You reach for the glass of champagne in front of you. Even though you were underage, you were already accustomed to the taste of drink and the smell of tobacco. Your high level of dragonblood didn’t let you get drunk easily as the men found out on your first day as the Main Character on this show. Chu Zihang checked the records on that night, and you had drunk two full bottles of vodka before you even felt the slightest bit tipsy.

He reached for his own glass. “I'm still a competitor. And I'm curious how Chance won three star-hearts in a single night. Is giving up your life the way to your heart? It’s a high price to pay and a lonely existence for you.”

Your mind flashes back to Renata and Chance. “I can see why you're second in the ranking. You dress much flashier than Kazama. But you’re no less of a sharpshooter.”

He presses his hand to his chest and bows.

“I don't need riches or beauty. So if you offer me those things, I'm not attracted. When I first came to Japan, I didn't care about anything. I felt my life was over. I was just trying to wait until the end and I wanted my life to end. But every time I reached for the end, there was a man who kept telling me no. I should not try to end my life and, even if it looked like my life was over, I shouldn't just take that conclusion at face value. His final lesson was I shouldn't just accept the inevitable death of others. It took a few times to accept those three lessons, but it was what I needed.”

“What happened to that guy? He sounds like a real keeper.”

You huff. “He was very happily engaged when we met.”

Chances eyebrows lifted. “I bet.”

“But I never forgot what he taught me. Chance helped me to speak those words from my own heart and my own experience. It's one thing to learn a lesson. When you teach that lesson to others, then you know it's part of your life. To see him listen to me and put what I learned into action because he loved me? How could my heart not overflow? Chance didn’t just accept his fate. He didn't just give up his life for me. He fought for us to be together. He… he wanted to live. I needed that in a person.” You run your hands over the empty glass in your hands imagining his smooth childlike face, so peaceful in the rain. “How many people are there out there who can look fate in the eye and say… ‘How about no?’”

Diamond reaches over with a champagne bottle and refills. “Oh You need someone who can rewrite the script! Like in Princess Tutu.”

You blink. “I’m sorry, did you just say ‘Princess Tutu’?”

“Oh come on, don't tell me you've never heard of Princess Tutu. It's just the best anime ever!”

You’re speechless. It was like this suave handsome Ikemen had suddenly turned into Lu Mingfei. “No, please fill me in.”

“Okay, hear me out. Once there was a writer named Drosselmeyer, who had the power to make his stories come to life. He especially loved to write stories with tragic endings! But he died before he could finish his final tale, called The Prince and the Raven, leaving the two title characters locked in an eternal battle.”

“After many years, the Raven managed to break free into the real world, and the Prince pursued him. To seal away the Raven's evil, the Prince shattered his own heart with his sword, causing him to lose all his memories and emotions. Without his emotions, he is reborn as Mytho.”

“Drosselmeyer, now a ghost, decides the story must have an ending. He finds it in the form of a little duck, who has fallen in love with Mytho. He gives her a magic pendant that can transform her, first into an ordinary human girl, then into the graceful ballerina Princess Tutu, another character in the story. As Tutu, it's Duck's job to find all the scattered shards of Mytho's heart and return them to him.”

“What's more, Duck learns that part of Princess Tutu's story is that she can never confess her love to Mytho, or else she'll turn into a speck of light and vanish. However, it becomes clear that Mytho wants his heart restored, so despite interference, she persists. She finds a friend in Fakir, a man who is the son of Drosselmeyer who also has the ability to bring his stories to life.”

“After most of Mytho's heart is returned to him, the seal trapping the Raven begins to break. Finally able to feel love again, Mytho realizes he loves Rue, another character – not Duck. Duck also discovers her pendant is the final shard, meaning she must give up her life as a human to return it. She eventually finds the courage to do so, and becomes a humble duck again.”

“Mytho and the Raven battle once more. When the fight turns bleak, Mytho considers shattering his heart to seal the monster away again. Duck begins dancing to show him he must not give up. As she does, this guy named Fakir writes a story about how she never stops, no matter how many times the Raven's minions attack her. They make that story a reality! This gives Mytho hope, which gives Mytho the strength he needs to rescue Rue and defeat the Raven. Mytho asks Rue to be his princess and they return to his kingdom inside the story. Duck and Fakir continue their relationship, even though she's stuck in her duck form. With nothing left to do, Drosselmeyer departs in search of another story.”

“The point is, you're Duck and you need someone like Fakir who can defeat Drosselmeyer by rewriting the script!”

When thinking about a ghost behind the scenes writing a script, it was clear who the Drosselmeyer in your life was. Z had rescued you and taught you to fight so your life could continue even though you didn’t really understand why. You were just like a duck receiving the pendant. But Z also had plans for you. He'd also forbidden you from confessing her love to Ruri Kazama before you even had feelings for him, only for you to meet him and suddenly he’s a potential contender for your heart with a clear connection with your past?

Z had a script. And falling in love with Ruri Kazama didn't fit. Why was your love interest so important? Who are you supposed to fall in love with? Caesar asked that in a roundabout way. Why did the person you fell in love with matter to him, if he wasn't your boyfriend?

Chance said that Izanami loved Izanagi on a whim, as a hobby, while she used him to help her live forever. She loved him and turned him into a monster. She needed him, and consumed him.

Z appeared and kissed you after you entered the MC contest. “I want to get to you before those idiots.” He’d said.

He entered the competition only after you nearly gave a star heart to Ruri Kazama. “I know how the story ends.” He’d said.

Pursuing Ruri Kazama or anyone else would defeat his script! Whatever script Z wrote required that you love no one but him.

Your hands tighten on the wine glass and Diamond massages your back. It's not that you had no feelings for Z at all, but Z was acting like Izanami, hiding his true intentions while making overtures of affection. There's only one way to be sure you weren't going to end up a duck or a monster at the end. Force a confession out of Z!

You look up at Diamond. “Thank you.” Your eyes are sparking with something like anger. You felt fierce and wild inside realizing that you’d been led along by this stranger, assuming that ‘keeping you alive’ was good enough of a good ending to your story. But Izanagi was ‘kept’ alive… as a sacrifice to the White King. Until you understood Z’s intention, there was no telling where he was leading you.

You stand up and lightly tap your glass. The host of the Takamagahara lowered the music and all faces turned to your center platform. “I would like to thank you for coming out tonight. I’ll let you get back to your dancing in a moment, but first I would like to award 3 star hearts to Diamond, for opening my eyes to the truth tonight.”

You spoke looking down on your audience like royalty. Standing in your sparkling silver cheongsam, you looked like royalty. Diamond’s eyes opened wide and he hastily swallowed his Champagne before he could choke on it. He had been kicking himself for speaking so foolishly to this woman. She’d fallen into a deep silence and he figured he’d just killed all his chances of a win. But she liked it!

“And I would like to announce the winner of the MC Romance contest. He knows who he is. He has a deep connection to my past, and I would like to explore that connection further. If you’re listening.”

You raise your eyes to the cameras that broadcast your face to hundreds of screens around Takamagahara. Spectators pushed each other to get a good view and the loud hall descended into a deep silence.

You didn’t remember the tune, but you would always remember the words and you speak them, closing your eyes and placing your hands on your heart. “All happiness may be a fleeting blossom in the shadow of the moon, but I am in that shadow waiting for you in a field of those flowers. Won’t you join me? Together we will dance in the depths of Yomi!”

The hairs rise on the necks of every patron of the Takamagahara. Eyebrows knitted in confusion, hushed puzzled whispers were uttered involuntarily. Your words sounded nothing like a love confession, more like a forbidden incantation written in secret by a practitioner of black magic!

The flashing lights suddenly go dark, every large display screen clicks off in a successive wave. You turn around in horror as those screens replace your face with the words “GAME OVER” in bright burning red text!

The words were on every screen in the room. Your eyes scan the room and immediately spot Caesar moving towards you on the left. You quickly descend from the platform and hurry to him. He covers you, sweeping over you with one arm. “Get downstairs. Now!”

His eyes meet with someone else's, likely Chu Zihang’s. “Don’t take the elevators, he can probably control those. We’ll take the stairwell.” He said.

You enter the beige corridor of the stairwell. It’s also pitch black. Not even the emergency lights are on. The basement is only one flight down and you can see to the bottom. A lone shadowy figure staring up at you with furious red gold eyes. You leap back and try to pull Caesar out, back to the crowd. “No! Caesar! Run!”

Caesar’s eyes blaze gold and he levels the Desert Eagles in the direction where you’re fearfully looking, but then he lowers them. He didn't hear anything, or see anything.

“Don’t! Don’t hurt him!” You beg.

“Z’s here?”

You gasp. “Yes. He’s mad.”

“Then we can talk?”

Your eyes swivel to and fro from Caesar’s eyes to Z’s eyes which apparently only you can see. Caesar still held his Desert Eagles but there was no fear there. “Yes.”

“Alright… Z. You’re running Takamagahara. The MC love contest was your idea right? What are your plans for MC?” Caesar asks. “I get the feeling you don’t have her best interests at heart.”

Z chuckles from the bottom of the well. “This conversation will have to wait. I’m a bit busy with another client.”

You’re shaking so much you hold on to Caesar’s arm to just keep yourself upright. “He’s gone.”

“What did he say?”

“He said he’s busy with another client.”

The door opens, scaring you both. Chu blinks at both of you in the dark stairwell but then he looks at Caesar and holds his questions. “We’ve got a problem. The Uesugi girl and Lu Mingfei have run into trouble. The whole area around the Robuchon restaurant is blocked off and it’s complete chaos. We’ve got to find Lu Mingfei and make sure he’s alright.”

Caesar gathers his arm around you and together you leave the stairwell. “MC, come with us. I don't want you and that Uesugi girl to meet, but until I figure out what Z is… I don’t think you should be alone.”

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iwantitiwriteit · 5 years ago

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Slow Burn: Act I - Part 2

The Meet Cute - Part 2

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: You meet Chris Evans at a rooftop, industry party in New York, but will your awkwardness ruin the night?

Warnings: Profanity, Sexual connotations, fluff gone sour (?) Read on to know what I mean

Notes: Please check out the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! Read the previous part here.

Although you had a few lightweight drinks, not wanting to get too turnt in front of strangers, you’re not really sure how you ended up here: In the middle of the dance floor, spinning, stepping and outright getting down with Chris motherfucking Evans.

It may have started with your light buzz, then a declaration of “that’s my song!!!” on your behalf, then Chris following you like a wide eyed puppy.

A mellower song plays. Yours and Chris’ energy comes down some, chemistry lingering. You simultaneously notice you’re holding hands and become all too aware of yourselves. Meaningless “ums” and “uhs” fill the air until you excuse yourself to the restroom, but not before you exchange shy smiles with Chris.

You freshen up in the mirror and take a moment to reflect on the night, on meeting Chris, with his tall, muscular frame, genuine smile, heart warming laugh, and blue eyes you could just drown in… Get a grip, SIS! You’re supposed to be meeting industry professionals, not fawning over snackable superheroes, no matter how charming. What time is it even…?

Pawing at your person for a sign of your phone, you realize you might have left it at the bar. Ugh, I hope no one took it. Who am I kidding? Rich people don’t steal phones… right?

You hurriedly rush out of the bathroom, but stop short at the sight of a boyish-looking Chris, hands tucked in his pockets. For the second time tonight, you both take a moment to take each other in. You don’t realize it, but you hold your breath as his eyes scan your hair, your eyes…her nose, her lips, her skin—

“You found it!”

“Huh?”

“My phone! Thank God! I don’t know what I’d do without it!” You say as you point to the black, sparkly device poking out of his pocket. It only became visible when Chris subconsciously went to rub his beard, under a trance at the sight of you.

“Yeah, the bartender found it. I told her I’d give it to you.”

You go to retrieve it from his pocket, but stop short again, reminding yourself you shouldn’t be that handsy with him. He takes that as a cue, and returns the phone to its rightful owner.

You check the time. 1:39 am. Yeesh.

“I know, right?” It must’ve shown on your face. “I didn’t even notice half the party cleared out,” he says while looking at you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You chuckle lightly as you take in your surroundings for the first time in God knows how many hours. Had I really lost track of time, giggling with him all night? Yes sis, you did.

Tens of people are scattered about, trash is being cleaned up, and some of the younger staff are taking advantage of the photo-op area. Meanwhile, Chris is rambling about something, cutely at that, but you don’t tune in until he asks, “Do you?”

“Do I…”

He chuckles and says, “Have a place to stay in Boston yet? I always wait until the last minute to find a place when I’m filming out of town.”

You cock your brow. “Are you offering?”

“Ha! No ma’am! I enjoy my bachelor’s pad how it is. Just me and my best boy, Dodger.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmhmm, just a pair of dysfunctional, male codependents.”

“So, it’s a no girls allowed ordeal?”

“No, it’s just--”

“A different girl every night, and they’re on their merry way by morning?”

“No--”

“Oh, so--”

“WILL YOU LET ME TALK?! Jeez woman...” You both giggle at your antics and his feigned frustration. He rakes a hand through his hair before he begins again, but you attempt to cut him off one last time for fun. “Wow, ok!” He makes like he’s going to walk away, but you catch him by the wrist to keep him in place.

“Wait, no, I’m sorry!” You say between laughs and tugs on his arm. “Look, I’ll zip it,” Chris turns to you as you mime zipping and locking your lips. He puts his free hand out, not wanting to lose this physical contact with you, motioning for the imaginary key. You oblige.

“Thank you, and for good measure...” he tucks the “key” in his pocket. You’re admiring the deep, rich tone of his voice when he gently places his hand over your mouth, his other hand still in your hold. Your brain is short-circuiting and your heart is skipping several beats.

“I was going to say,” wow, your eyes are just... wow. “It’s more like a different girl every other night, gone by dawn.”

You scoff and swat his hand away from your mouth, and now you both laugh at his antics. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he quickly reassures, as if you couldn’t tell it was a joke.

“No, I just really value my space, ya know? Not that I don’t appreciate guests, because I really do! You should see me; I host a WICKED game night.”

“Oh, I bet.”

“I just have to be... never mind. That’s more than what you asked for.”

“No, no, what is it? You can tell me.”

“I guess, I just have to be… selective, about who I invite into my--”

“Game night?”

“You’re quite the smart ass, huh?” You smirk and shrug, but it’s true: you love to crack jokes-- good or bad, for better or for worse-- especially with people you’re comfortable with. We’re not that comfortable, though. We just met.

“I get it, though, truly. Especially in this line of work,” You pause for a moment, fiddling with your fingers before you ask, “Don’t you ever feel like you can’t tell someone’s intentions? Like, you can’t tell if someone wants to be around you for you or... for what they think they’ll get in return. It’s just easier to stay in your own, comfortable bubble sometimes. I don’t know…”

The way you asked made Chris think you were looking for some words of advice more than agreement. “Well, sussing out someone’s intentions is difficult, but gets easier with experience. And not just experience with dealing with a bunch of slimes balls, but experience in listening, trusting your gut when it talks to you.” He gives you a warm smile, and you give a half one back, the thoughts of your very recent past preventing your smile from being full, bright, the way Chris came to know it tonight. In that moment, he found himself missing it.

Sensing the heaviness, Chris changes the subject, “So, uh… have any plans after this?”

“At damn near 2 am?”

”Clearly you’ve never hung out in New York because this is considered too early to go home. This city never sleeps, ya’know? ‘S how it got the nickname.”

“No, I didn’t know that! Thanks for the tip.”

“Yeah, yeah of course, anytime.” The sarcastic back-and-forth leave you two smiling and gazing in each other’s eyes. Why do we keep doing this?

You clear your throat, “But, uh, no… well yes. Heading back to the hotel to get some Z’s. Gonna be at iHeartRadio tomorrow for a show, and I have to be alert for it.” You serve an overexaggerated focus face, to which he laughs at.

“Well, you could always have coffee.”

“Mm-mm, nope, no coffee for me. I’m still hoping to grow a few more inches.”

He sizes you up, “I don’t know, I think you’re just about done sprouting, Kid.”

“What did I say about calling me that?”

He drops his head a little and pouts his lip like a sad puppy, “Only Mackie can call you that...”

“Right! Don't make me tell you again. There won’t be a third time. Just, a consequence I have not thought of yet.” He lightly laughs as you continue, “Anyways, it’s an acoustic set, and I need real energy, real focus, ‘cos I feel like mistakes are far more noticeable when it’s stripped back, and I gotta be all here for it,” you tap your temple.

He nods, “Not only a smart ass, but quite the critic, too? Dangerous combination.” You shrug again. What can you say? You’re particular when it comes to music. “An acoustic set though— should be awesome! Who’s playing?”

...uuuummmm… You start and stop your reply a couple of times, before awkwardly laughing. Maybe he’s just messing with me… “It’s a secret,” you say with a wink.

“Hey! Kid, Captain Little Ass! I’ve been texting both of you! Come over here for a picture!” Mackie’s booming voice bursts your bubble, and the two of you make your way over. Scott, Ansel, Jaden, and a few other people who you probably should’ve met tonight are huddled in conversation. Mackie approaches you with his phone.

“You mind snapping a few pics of me and the boys? We’ll do a couple poses and then I wanna get you in there.”

“Oh, it would be my utmost pleasure to snap some ‘pics’ of you and ‘the boys’.”

While they sort out their poses, you make with unlocking Mackie’s phone. It opens to Mackie’s and Chris’ text chain, and what you see sinks your heart a little bit. Well, damn.

“Hey Kid, we’re ready,” Chris says with a smirk that quickly dissipates when you unintentionally scowl at him, stewing in your thoughts. He thinks it’s because you really don’t like the nickname, but boy is he so wrong.

Anthony was insistent on getting you in a picture, no matter how many times you declined saying you weren’t “picture ready”, when really you were too annoyed to prolong this night any longer. He waved over one of the gawking busboys, no doubt in awe of being in the same room as Shmaptin Shmerica.

As you handed the busboy the phone, he whispered he was a “big fan”, Oh. Really?, and “couldn’t believe” he was meeting you. You thanked him with a kind smile and offered to get a picture with him afterwards, Chris watching the endearing interaction. I’ll have to ask her what she’s been in so I can watch it.

Chris watched you as you scanned the group for a good spot to fit in, then go in the opposite direction of where he stood. After a few snaps, Chris yells, “EVERYBODY: NEW SPOTS, NEW POSE!!” Everyone scurries around, but you being stubborn, stay put. He inevitably finds his way to you, but you ignore his presence.

A few more pictures are taken. Everyone’s smiling their Hollywood smiles, but then there’s you on the end, just mean mugging. On the last picture, Chris puts his arm around your shoulders. The nerve, the GALL, the cologne… no, NO! Get it together! When the photos are done, you quickly go over to the busboy and make good on your promise of a picture with him. You can feel Chris’ eyes on you.

After a couple of selfies, Chris offers to take a picture for you both. When your fan is satisfied with the picture and gets back to work, Chris comes over to resume conversation with you, but you’re too in your head to hear him. You just see his plump, pink lips moving. Damn him and his good looks, and perfect lips and—

“How’s that sound?”

“How’s what sound?”

“Coffee— in Boston.”

“I’m sure there is some, but I thought y’all were more known for your tea parties.” He laughs and your breath is arrested by the beautiful sound, deepening your conflicted feelings. He seems so genuine, but the texts…

“I meant, when we’re both back in Boston, going out for coffee— with me?”

If he would text that, what does he want so badly to see me again for? *gasp* He must think I’m a quick fu— “Why?”

He’s taken aback by your curtness. What does she mean ‘why’? I thought we had a good time tonight, and I want to see her again… “Because ‘here’s to good company’, remember?” He recounts your toast from earlier in the evening, raising his hand to mime a glass in the air for emphasis. He lets his hand fall awkwardly at the sight of your unamused face.

“Good company, huh? Even for a ‘airheaded wannabe’?”

What is she talk… It hits him like a ton of bricks.

It’s you. YOU are the musician girl Mackie and Scott wanted him to meet. YOU are the one playing the set tomorrow, and that’s why you have fans wanting pictures with you. But most of all, YOU had seen his blind judgments of you. FuuuuUUUUUUcccckkk.

“Shit. Listen, I—“

“Have to call it a night and get some rest. Wouldn’t want hot air to be the only thing coming out of my mouth tomorrow. Good night, Chris.” With that, you quickly brush past him, and walk over to say goodbyes to your co-stars. You all share your excitement for starting filming next week, and they wish you well on your show tomorrow.

You make your way to the elevator, but not before you look back for Chris, who’s nowhere to be found. You hoped you’d see his face, and there’d be a look in his eyes that would tell you that tonight wasn’t a waste, that he was as genuine as you’d read him to be and that you’d only read those texts wrong.

But those blue eyes weren’t around for you to drown in. You figured he went somewhere to be pissed about his efforts coming up fruitless. No different than the rest.

Part 3

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yulmoldauer · 4 years ago

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its better not to say such things out loud (Tyson Jost/OC): Chapter One

part 2

Story summary: Mason Wright was recently traded and because an Av. Sometimes a fresh start with a new team across the country is what a guy needs, right? It seems to work out, going to a place where no one truly knows you. That is, until someone finds out what you’re desperately trying to hide.

Chapter 1

Summary: Mason’s had a rough game, to put it simply. It was never the best idea to get into a fight with someone bigger than you. They won even with him taking a five-minute major for fighting halfway through the third period. The team goes out to celebrate his 23rd birthday post-win and Tyson takes care of getting him home and to sleep safely.

Warnings: None, I believe! Just some drinking mentioned and there’s a drunk character if that makes you uncomfortable. There’s also a slur against lgbt people used.

Words: 1,968

Notes: The title is from The Stigma (Boys Don’t Cry) by As It Is. This is the thing with the LGBT main character that I’ve had a few different people tell me they’d be interested in :) I’m having a lot of fun writing and plotting this so far, so let me know if you enjoy!

There were perks to being smaller than most other people in the league. Being an extremely fast and skilled defenseman was one of them.

Being outmatched in every possible articulation, being compared to a chihuahua yapping at a pitbull, everything like that. Which is how he ended up in the penalty box for five fucking minutes, the asshole in the box next to him chirping him the entire time, it seemed like.

“What are you, a fag?”

That was what Mason heard fly by him, aimed at Jost who wouldn’t get into a fight to draw a penalty. Mason knew for a fact that’s what the guy was trying to do. He still took the bait when Tyson didn’t.

Mason was smaller than nearly every player he knew. Watching him get into a fight was exciting yet painful at the same time for anyone with a brain. The other guy was at least six-foot compared to the five-foot-eight Mason. To say it was outmatched…

Mason was going to be lucky if he didn’t come out of this with some scrapes and bruises. A broken nose was pretty likely as well, once he thought about it.

But hearing that word ignited something in him that overtook the reasoning section of his brain and both of them were dropping gloves. Sure, he’d definitely have a black eye tomorrow, but he’d gotten a few good licks in as well.

They still won the game, which was nice.

“Dude, you gotta at least get into it with guys in your weight class.”

“You’re funny, Landeskog. Whole fucking league is out of my weight class,” Mason huffed as he stripped his padding off of his lean torso.

“Yeah, kinda the point,” Zadorov shrugged. “Not your fault you’re smaller, just the way it is.”

“I get it, I’m short,” he ran a hand through his wavy helmet hair and reached down to unlace his skates. “Z, you can fight for me, then. I’ll run my mouth and you can do all the hitting.”

“With you? Don’t take it, man, Wright can go on and on for hours,” Tyson chirped from across the room. That earned him a glove chucked at his face.

“Fuck y’all. I don’t even have a good comeback.”

“Because it’s true!”

Okay, maybe it was true. Mason was just a talker, it’s how it was.

Tyson gave him endless shit about it, but really he didn’t mind. He actually enjoyed just being able to turn his brain off and absorb whatever stuck from what Mason was going on about. Usually it didn’t even matter--ranting about how a show got robbed of some award that doesn’t even matter, spewing information about whatever book he was reading, going off about whatever asshole did something stupid during his day-- Tyson would just let him go until he ran out of steam. Conversations were nice, too, when he was in just a talkative mood as well.

Mason did know how to shut up, though. Sometimes. (Hint: that’s what made him the favorite out of the Wright/Zadorov best friend duo. He could be quieter than Z. They’ve threatened to separate the two on multiple occasions, though.)

“What’d that guy even do to rile you up? You looked pissed,” Nate broke Mason out of his train of thought.

“Just called someone something stupid. I’m not gonna repeat it.”

“He called me a fag because I wouldn’t take the bait for the penalty,” Tyson said soon after. “He’s just a fucking moron because he got a longer penalty than any of us.”

There was an uncomfortable moment as that sunk in, then a few “what the fuck” or “that’s gross” phrases before people moved on to heading to the showers.

Mason was about to sneak away when Tyson called out his name.

“Hey, I wanted to catch you before you hit the shower. You got a second?”

“Yeah, sure. I just have to do some pt kind of stuff before I shower. What’s up?” he offered with a friendly smile.

“I just wanted to thank you for sticking up for me. You definitely didn’t have to, but calling him on it drew a ton of attention to it. I think it’s really important to start weeding that shit out of the sport, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Mason smiled. “I--thanks, man. That means a lot to me.”

“‘Course,” Tyson gave a nod. “And you know if you were, like… y’know, gay or… anything, really, I wouldn’t care. And neither would anyone else on the team. It’d totally be okay.”

Mason wanted to give him a reassuring “I know” but couldn’t. Hockey was definitely not the environment known for welcoming lgbt kids and turning them into well-adjusted, accepted adults.

“Thanks,” Mason murmured. “Really, that means a lot.”

“Of course,” Tyson breathed, like he was getting a huge weight off his chest. “Um, yeah. I’ll let you go do your physical therapy stuff now. I’ll see you at the bar after everything’s done here?”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna ditch you for my birthday, idiot.”

With an excited smile, Tyson turned and headed in the opposite direction.

Once he reached an area to chill out while waiting for the showers to clear out, Mason sighed, plopping into a chair and resting his head in his hands.

Obviously he knew why Tyson brought up starting to call out homophobia and other bigoted shit they were all used to just overlooking. But why did he bring up the whole ‘we’d accept you no matter what’ thing?

The thought of ‘he was very sensitive to a slur so maybe he’s gay’ never crossed Mason’s mind. That would simply be too easy and rational.

Did Tyson know he was different? What exactly did Tyson know? There was no way Tyson would out him, but still. Trusting people to keep a secret was hard. It was just easier to bottle everything up.

God, he needed to figure this out.

Maybe he’d get drunk enough tonight to just forget for a little while. He didn’t get drunk or even drink all that often, he could let go every now and then.

At the beginning of the night, Gabe took his keys, promising that he’d give them to whoever would be driving Mason home. They all knew for a fact Mason wouldn’t drive drunk, it wasn’t even in the realm of possibilities. Honestly, they were more worried about the newly twenty-three-year-old losing them or putting them somewhere so he’d ‘remember where they are later’, which was proven ineffective at the last gathering Gabe threw.

“If you can’t figure out where the stupid keys are, he can come get them in the morning or I can drop them off to him or something,” Gabe rolled his eyes.

“You’re sure you don’t remember where you put them?” JT triple-checked. He’d been the designated driver for a few of them, including Mason, Tyson, and a couple others who had already gotten out to the car.

Mason shook his head. “I’m not even that drunk,” he insisted.

“Uh-huh. Gabe, just let me know if you find ‘em and we can work something out for him in the morning.”

Twenty minutes later, Gabe sent a picture and “anyone know who these belong to?” in the group chat. It was, without a doubt, Mason’s keys, adorned with a keychain reading “DETROIT” in graffiti lettering. He was from Detroit, and everyone knew that he refused to take that keychain off until it literally fell off for some sentimental reason, most likely.

‘Lol where’d you find it?’ someone texted back.

‘My dishwasher. His wallet was there too’

Mason has still never heard the end of that. No matter how hard he tried to explain that when he put them somewhere, it meant that he wouldn’t lose them or buy something stupid online (last time that happened, he bought a thing to hang on a window so your cat could sit on it and sunbathe. Mason has not owned a cat at any point in his life.) and he’d remember where it was once he sobered up.

Of course he still gets relentless shit for it. He wouldn’t expect any different.

Currently, Mason and Z were arm wrestling over a table in the back of the bar, people beginning to call it quits and going home. And with his pride hurt that he could not beat Z in an arm wrestling match, Tyson stole the other’s keys and wallet from Gabe, saying goodbyes and forcing Mason to as well.

“You are blasted, man.”

“Mmph,” he shrugged and laid his head against the passenger window. “I wanna lay down and sleep.”

“You can when I get you home. Gimmie your seatbelt so I can buckle you in.”

Mason followed the order with a small pout, not drunk enough to the point of incoherence but… definitely a little fucked up. Tyson had done this before: dealing with the mopey friend at the end of the night. Mason was definitely one to get mopey or clingy once they left the main event.

“My face hurts.”

“That checks out, buddy. I’ll get you some ice for it back at your place. What?” Tyson continued to ask when Mason stared out the windshield all angsty.

“Still can’t believe I couldn’t beat Z.”

“That guy could slam most of us through a table, don’t beat yourself up.”

“Can’t. Someone already did.”

“You’re full of jokes, huh?”

Mason just grinned sleepily as they pulled into the apartment complex and Tyson had an arm wrapped around his friend to keep him steady. Getting a drunk person to go to bed was usually one of the hardest parts of the night.

“Would you just--”

“I got it,” Mason huffed, fumbling with his keys near the lock of the door.

“Dude.”

“Shut up, you’re gonna wake up my neighbors,” he grumbled, finally getting the door open with a triumphant “see? I’m an adult.”

“I see. Go be an adult and get ready to go to bed,” Tyson rolled his eyes, taking the keys out of the door and locking it behind them.

“I don’t wanna sleep,” he replied quickly.

“You’re drunk, what do you mean you don’t want to sleep?”

“Not tired,” he flopped down on the couch.

“At least get out of your clothes. That way if you fall asleep it’s in pajamas.”

Mason was sprawled out, already clicking through Netflix.

“Fine, I will go get you pajamas. Here,” Tyson pressed a cold compress to a bruise on his face and headed to the bedroom.

“Thanks for driving me,” he heard from the other room.

“‘Course,” Tyson called back. “Here, put these on,” he tossed the clothes at Mason.

“Are you staying here? You can take the guest room, if you want.”

“Sure. Probably easier than trying to get home this late,” Tyson shrugged and headed for the kitchen. As he heard the rustling around of what he assumed was his friend changing, Tyson got a glass of water and painkillers for when Mason woke up.

“I can drive you home tomorrow,” Mason slurred even more heavily as he began getting more tired. He’d managed to get his jeans off and a pair of shorts on before moving onto the shirt. He’d just pulled his shirt off when Tyson walked back in the room with the water.

“Woah,” he said quietly, stopping quickly.

For whatever reason, he’d never realized that he had never seen his teammate and friend shirtless. That was weird, especially when you played sports together for a living. He assumed it was due to the faded scars along his chest, almost in a u-shape under each pec.

He didn’t even know what kind of injury would cause that kind of surgery.

“When did you get surgery?”

Fuck was all that ran through Mason’s head.

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thequietmanno1 · 4 years ago

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Thelreads, Vigilantes 20, Replies Part 2

1)“Oh boy, seems like she has something in mind… See what you did Pop? You challenged her helping skills, and she decided to step up her game.

Alright, color me curious on top of idiot, what are you thinking about Makoto? And please don’t use the word “unmasking””- Well, step 1 involves blackmail, and getting the one hero Makoto already has wrapped around her finger to shill the concert’s virtues to his ‘adoring’ public- which is kinda poetic, given he wreaked the store in the first place. Steps 2 onwards are where Makoto gets devious.

2) “I feel the joke flew spinning over my head, I thought it was supposed to be Bowser, but by the name that person was about to mention it clearly isn’t.”- Actually, I think Bower’s design and powers may take some inspiration from Gamera

3) “Oh-

Oh wait shit, I got what the plan is. Goddammit I didn’t even thought about blackmail, it goes to show the high-level in which that girl’s mind operates on.”- Whenever Makoto want to achieve something, always remember that she’s the opposite of her brother- if Phelps would take the legal high road, Makoto will achieve her goals through the sneaky, morally-dubious low road. Even if she’s a good person in the end, she’s not as uptight as her brother about sticking to the rules- even if Phelps has 1 exception of his own to that.

4) “Oh Jesus those two X-Jojo bastards are everywhere, aren’t they? Although in this case I’m wondering if Makoto didn’t tasked them with keeping an eye on CC to make sure he doesn’t… make any mistakes that he’d regret…”- The vigilante squad are expanding into multiple teams, Guys like Koichi and Pop being the ‘face’ of the band, tackling trigger villains and Publicity-boosting events alike, Knuckle and temporary-partner Soga being the ‘wetwork’ men in the shadows, and the X-Crusaders and Makoto here managing CC and his publicity in the streets, expanding the ‘friendly’ hero’s support with the public whilst also integrating him better into the hero rankings and local law enforcement. They’re not class 1A, where everybody has some variety of fighting skills, but each team member contributes a little to the overall effort.

5) “What, the fact that those aren’t girls in miniskirts bothers you? Bo ho, tough luck big boy, those MAN are here to stay”- Maybe we could split the difference and have an entire cheerleading squad of basically Tiger cheering him on- That’d definitely perk him up, I bet

6) “Oh, laying the situation in front of him like a fancy rug that you’re going to use to roll up his body and throw him into the harbor. “- hmm, just realised that the villain he smashed into the department store resembled Godzilla, Mini-me version, and now he’s handling a knock-off brand version of Gamera- Is king Kong gonna get his shot at the captain next?

7) “I love how she asks his opinion about it, even though all involved know that he has no say on the matter. He can only nod in agreement and smile, no matter what she says, lest he wants to be obliterated by her… “-He made his own bed, now he has to stew in it for however long Makoto mandates- but at least she does give him advance warning of her intentions for him and how she’ll be using his image, rather than just going ‘ok, now we’ll be doing X,Y and Z in that order’ It could always be worse for him, and at least Makoto isn’t a complete slave-driver.

8) “Holy hell she’s good at negotiating, even if she basically went “we’ll provide everything you need, we just want some credit for it”. She’s going all in on this one, isn’t she? It was supposed to be a small event, what sort of monstrous thing will come out of this, since I know Makoto won’t be satisfied until there aren’t at least 1k people in there.”- Makoto’s vision is matched only by her ambition and managerial skills necessary to make said vison a reality.

9) “I admire your willingness to go the extra mile, and your enthusiasm for it, but my go Makoto you have no idea of how much harder you made this… The Captain will get a boost, and Pop will get more fans, sure, but that doesn’t change the fact that, while before she was reluctant to go up there at the stage, now she’ll definitely be 110% against it.”- The downside of Makoto being a high-levelled, ambitious visionary is that she doesn’t quite realise that others might now be thinking on the same wavelength as her. She heard Pop getting nervous about the event size and her immediate thought was to increase the number of participants and make it into a bigger show. Sure, stuff like this and facing your fears is how you become a more confidant person, but still is does show that Makoto isn’t used to the idea that some people might be happier in their smaller comfort zone, rather than getting out there and showing the world what they’ve got.

Granted, given the hero society they live in is all about putting yourself out there and flaunting your talents and skills for the public, it might just be a societal mentality thing- people expect others to want to make shows and events the best they can be, perhaps unaware that some people might not be comfortable with such a wide stage in comparison to their skills.

10) “Bless your heart Makoto, you heard her complaining about the size of the event and you completely missed the point of it. “- On the other hand, this could also be a major confidence-boosting event for pop, an opportunity for her to reaffirm that her own skills and talents don’t necessary lose out to Makoto’s just because they specialise in different areas. Given how Makoto does seem to have a knack for people reading, she could be boosting the event in an attempt to galvanise Pop into realising that she’s on the same level as her, if given the right opportunities to prove it. It’s just that Makoto already knows how to get out there and create said opportunities, and even improve them in advance whereas Pop is used to more minor events and working with what she’s got to hand.

11) “And it seems like she’s a bit anxious, but is handling it fine, nothing too dramatic, reality hasn’t settled properly, so she’s just on the calm before the anxiety storm. Oh, this will be terrible once it hits…”- Anxiety is like jumping off a cliff- Imagining the fall in advance is actually way worse than experiencing it, but you’ve got to overcome your inner demons to make certain that your initial leap is a graceful as you can make it

12) “BAD MOVE KOICHI, SHOULD’VE GONE FOR THE HUG”- Poor Koichi- smart enough to know pop needs helps, kind enough to offer it, but too dense to figure out what kind of help she’s really looking for- though pop’s tsundere nature doesn’t help the communication barrier between them.

13) “My god girl, I do hope that they deal with the thing inside of Knuckleduster daughter’s head before she decided she needs another puppet, because we certainly don’t need another… whatever the hell that scene even was… Why does this series already has two fucked up scenes happening on alleyways? God I hope this does not become a pattern.”- Well, I mean, the entire point of the series is that some truly twisted stuff occurs whenever heroes aren’t around or able to protect other people In need, or aren’t able to witness them being in imminent danger, hence the reason for people like Koichi and co existing to fight back against these hidden criminal acts, so if anything, I think a great many pivotal moments and fights will likely continue to occur in alleyways and such, to explain the reasons why heroes don’t officially get involved with the Vigilante’s opponents- if they ever did it’s a sign that the scope of the problem has escalated beyond the capacity of Koichi and his team to handle on their own.

14) “FOCUS L! It’s time for a family reunion, not to be admiring that sick-ass binoculars.”- Well, not likely just yet. Knuckle may have finally got sight of his quarry, but he’s not prepared for a direct confirmation yet, given her likely high supply of trigger drugs on-hand for distribution and the numerous civilians around them, so Knuckle’s best chance is to sit back and wait for an opportunity to confront Kuin alone, without any bystanders in the way, so she can’t use her favourite tactics of creating a drugged-up distraction and heading the other way.

His only advantage against a quirk-using villain who fights mainly with smart, tactical use of the advantages afforded by her unique powers like Kuin is that she doesn’t know he’s aware of her location and mind-set and thus he’s able to best prepare all the ‘minor’ tricks and tools he can get to best confront her without any unexpected variables. Knuckle’s best plans when in an immediate fight is to use his body and his pragmatist streak to end the fight quickly, but when he has the advantages of time and surprise on his side, he’s got more options available to best prepare the correct tool for the job, as well as the appropriate setting and geographical advantages.. @thelreads

#bnha vigilantes #bnha #vigilantes 20 #my hero academia #thelreads #chapter replies

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oh-im-dying · 4 years ago

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If I haven't asked already I'd love to see the answers to all the questions for the obey me mc questions!

HI! I’M SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER YOU. I finished answering the questions so long ago, but I wanted to wait until after I introduced Eden and Atlas first!

The original questions can be found here!

I’ll be answering the questions for BOTH of my OCs, so if you’re a little lost on the basic idea behind these two, go here!

THIS IS SUPERRRR LONG, SO ALL THE ANSWERS ARE UNDER THE CUT. THE ANSWERS ARE A LITTLE WORDY I’M SORRY-

1. Which of the Boys are they the most like? Eden’s similar to Levi in terms of what they’re interested in. She’s a weeb, and takes anime super seriously (to the point where she body-slammed Diavolo upon meeting him because he brought her down to the Devildom while she was in the middle of an anime episode). Personality wise though, she’s a mix of Satan, Belphie, and Mammon. She’s very cynical and hates most things, but most of it’s a facade as she learns to deal with her feelings. She can be sweet and caring, but only after she opens up to someone.

Atlas is your stereotypical otome game MC. Like Beel, she’s sweet and caring, and like Asmo, she’s pretty and enthusiastic. She’s adventurous and curious like Mammon too. But she’s not all that she seems to be on the surface.

2. Which of the Boys are they the least like? Asmo, probably. Eden hates being open about feelings, and generally dislikes getting all touchy feely with others. She’s not that big on fashion either. She likes wearing whatever’s comfortable. Asmo nearly had a stroke when she revealed that she didn't know what an exfoliator was.

Atlas is the opposite of Lucifer. He’s calm, collected, and responsible. While Atlas is good at keeping her grades up and tries to be a leader, she’s clumsy and ditzy. If a puppy were to become a person, that’s Atlas.

3. Who does your MC date? [If multiple, what order do they start dating each one?] Eden...has a lot to sort out. But, once everything’s said and done, she’ll probably be with Mammon, since he’s the only one (with how my plot’s going right now) that can see through her tough persona and reach out to her.

Atlas, being the person who was actually meant to be in the Devildom (Eden wasn’t going to be there, had Atlas not grabbed onto her), naturally draws the attention of the brothers. Her seemingly sweet and caring personality makes it almost impossible for them to hate her, and she very quickly gains their love and affection. But I don’t plan on having her date any of them. She’s...an interesting character because she likes the attention and love, but doesn’t return any of it.

4. How does your MC Sleep? [On their side, on their back, with a partner, etc., in PJs, etc.] Eden sleeps in an oversized hoodie and shorts. She doesn’t sleep a lot, since she’s usually up binging anime and lives off of coffee (I’m convinced she has caffeine in her blood), but when she DOES sleep, she sleeps like the dead. Nothing can wake her up. She can’t sleep unless she has something next to her, but since she hates people (at least initially), she usually has a pillow or something by her side.

Atlas sleeps like a starfish. Sprawled out and taking over the entire bed. Eden loves having sleepovers with her, but will NOT share a bed, since she’ll wake up with Atlas’s knee lodged in her face or something.

5. If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your MC, what would it be and why? Eden: Handle With Care by RUNN Atlas: I couldn't really find a song that would suit how... intricate Atlas' character is, but for how others see her initially: Classic by MKTO

6. Did they come from a religious family/culture? Do they practice a religion? Neither of them practice any religion. But Eden’s name is meant to reference the Garden of Eden, so her story will have a few references here and there about the garden (nothing too detailed though).

7. What do they think about the whole angel/demon stuff? Eden’s not all that phased by it. She has the stereotypical Gen-Z attitude of “I can’t tell the waitress that she got my order wrong, but I can and WILL bodyslam a demon”. (unrelated note: she HAS body slammed Diavolo before). So she’s not bothered by the idea of being around angels and demons. She’s more angry that she’s been dragged down to hell without dying. Eden comes from a long line of witches too, so she's heard about angels and demons for a while.

Atlas though… Atlas is ‘terrified’ once she lands in the Devildom. She’s a “sweet babey” that loves doing all things innocent and good in the world, and one day she’s in Hell. Surrounded by demons. She’s not happy about it at all… But as soon as she hears it’s an exchange program and that she isn’t in any danger at the moment, her attitude switches immediately...

8. What’s your MC’s relationship with their family? Eden lives with her mom. Her mom's a relatively sweet woman, and while being a witch, tries her hardest to keep Eden away from using any. Eden and her mom have a cute relationship. They annoy one another sometimes, but overall, they care about eachother a lot. Her dad's alive. It's just that in a magical mishap with his own mother (Eden's grandma), he was turned into a frog and now lives in their livingroom in a little tank. Eden, however, has no idea that the frog is her father and thought that "Dad" was just a really weird name for the amphibian.

Atlas seems to live a perfect life. She has both parents, and being the only child, has been babied since day one. Of course, that's just what the public sees her family as.

9. What are your MC’s chances of survival if they got lost in the levels of Devildom that take you to the surface [aka the layers of Hell]? Eden’s basically a human compass. She can find her way around anywhere. BUT, there are days where she’s either overwhelmed or super out of it and will get lost. She won’t stay lost for too long, but when she is, she’ll probably start a fight with every dang demon that comes near her. Will she win? ….probably not. But she's sure as hell taking a couple of them down with her.

Atlas can get lost in her own neighborhood. If she gets lost by herself in the layers of Hell, she’s hopeless. Very much dead. BUT. The brothers and Eden all adore her (annoyingly), so they’ll find her, no matter what.

10. Is your MC jealous/upset about not being able to use magic? Do they learn? Eden comes from a family of witches. She has the ability to use magic, but since her mom's been hiding the fact that she's a witch, Eden never believed in it. She didn't think that witches existed at all, so when she eventually finds out, she doesn't have any control over her powers.

Atlas technically can’t use magic, but she’s not that upset about not being able to use it. SPOILER FOR LESSON 16: Atlas is, however, the “true” MC, so she’s the descendent of Lilith. So she's just like the in game MC in not being able to use magic like Solomon, but having a lot of power.

11. What was your MC’s first impression of the demon boys? Atlas’s initial reaction to everyone is the same: “Wow you’re good looking”

Lucifer “Why is he so TALL” After arriving to the Devildom alongside Atlas, Eden ends up body slamming Diavolo for getting near them. Lucifer does NOT like that, and tries to kill her. Diavolo, however, thought that Eden was just giving him a really weird hug, so he stopped Lucifer from turning her into soot. Diavolo actually ends up finding Eden interesting and spends more and more time with her.

Mammon “This smug little piece of sh-” Mammon and Eden’s personalities clash a lot in the beginning. They don’t get along, and Mammon liked Atlas better at the start because she was sweet and kind to him.

Leviathan “Ah yes, a man of culture.” Weeb gang. Need I say more?

Satan “...I don’t trust you.” Satan is similar to Eden when it comes to dangerous smiles and being cunning. Eden recognizes this and doesn’t trust him.

Asmo “Go to horny jail.” Eden and Asmo are pretty different from one another. But they don’t quite hate one another, surprisingly. Just not sure how to interact with one another.

Beelzebub “He better not come near my candy.” Eden has this thing where she constantly has candy. She almost always has a lollipop, since she can’t focus well without a sweet. So her utmost priority lies with hiding her candy stash from Beel. Will it work? Eh, not really.

Belphegor “Damn bitch you live like this?” First time meeting him was in the attic, after Eden and Atlas made it up the stairs without Lucifer knowing. Atlas is full of pity for him, but Eden’s shook that he’s been in the attic for so long without going nuts.

Diavolo “Don’t come near me or I’ll flip you.” I don’t really need to say anything else. Eden body slammed the Demon Prince 3 minutes after landing in the Devildom. Diavolo finds her interesting though, since it's the first time he's met someone that's talked to him without thinking about his role as the future king of the Devildom.

Barbatos “What’s going on with your bangs.” Eden doesn’t trust Barbatos either, but they both naturally seem to avoid provoking the other. So they only ever see one another whenever Diavolo is talking to Eden. Eden wants to know what’s up with his bangs though.

12. First impression of the Angels & Solomon? Simeon “He reminds me of someone…” Eden has “guardians” from both the Devildom and the Celestial Realm. Almost like a guardian angel, except there’s one angel and one demon. She hasn’t met with them in a long time though, and has almost completely forgotten about them. Simeon's sweet yet somewhat confusing personality reminds her of the guardian angel.

Luke “He’s so loud...and for what-” Eden thinks Luke’s like a chihuahua. Small, loud, and annoying.

Solomon “THIS MOTHERFUCKER DROPPED MY CORNDOG.” They first met in the human world, when Eden was at the mall with Atlas. Solomon and Eden bumped into one another, and Eden ended up dropping her corndog. She’s been petty and angry over her lost corndog for years. Solomon, naturally, remembers none of this.

13. What is a skill your MC has that the Boys would be surprised by? They would be shocked to see that Eden has really good aim. She’s great at hitting things from a far distance. Though, they don’t realize that from guns or anything like that. No, they realize this when Eden slips off her shoe and manages to chuck it at Mammon successfully from the opposite side of the dining room.

Atlas can play the harp really well.

14. Do they own a secret place for their most prized possessions? Eden hides her sweets in several spots in her room. She hides smaller candies in pockets, shelves, and drawers. Lollipops are more important to her, so she hides them in [ Eden has requested this information remain top secret ].

Atlas is… crafty. She doesn’t hide things often, but when she does, it’s almost like the item vanished.

15. What’s the most important thing they own? Eden: She protects her lollipops with her life, but the most important thing she owns is a polaroid of her and Atlas, taken after they had first become friends back when they were 5. Atlas: Atlas values everything. She doesn't have one single item that she holds above others. She lives life just loving everything.

16. Do they eat the strange demon food? There’s a good chance that eating the demon food might kill humans. Eden, knowing this, has no problems trying to eat anything. The brothers have to go through a lot of trouble to keep her away from anything poisonous/bad for humans. Satan needs to do a lot of research on humans for this. Not that any of them would be too phased by her dying. It's more because Diavolo likes hanging out with Eden and it would be a disaster to tell him that she died.

Atlas… doesn’t need to worry much. The brothers pamper her and try their hardest to make sure she only eats things that are safe for her to have.

17. What’s their favourite part of being in Devildom? Eden’s just vibing. She likes the lack of sun though.

Atlas likes everything. She finds anything new interesting and exciting.

18. What does your MC miss most about the human world? Eden doesn’t miss the human world. But she doesn’t want to be in the Devildom either. She’s just there.

Atlas sees all of this as an adventure and takes it enthusiastically. She’s happy in the Devildom, but she misses being able to feel the sun on her face.

19. What does MC spend most of their time doing/with who? Eden spends the majority of her time with Levi, playing games or watching anime. He teaches her about TSL, and she teaches him about Seven Deadly Sins. They’ve definitely played Mystic Messenger and DDLC together.

Atlas...is always surrounded by everyone. She radiates “main character” energy. Even Eden thinks Atlas is the main character of her (Eden's) life. Atlas is always with one of the brothers. But overall, Atlas and Eden have spent the most time together. They’re childhood friends, after all.

20. How does MC wear the RAD uniform? [If they do.] Eden barely wears it. She wasn’t supposed to be in the Devildom anyway, so there wasn't a uniform prepared for her. So, she took online classes with Levi for a while. But even after getting the uniform, she manages to forget to wear it at least 3 times a week. She usually ends up calling Mammon to help grab it for her, only to be turned down. Mammon will then get a shoe to the face whenever she sees him.

Atlas is the model student. She works hard, and never forgets her uniform. She "tries her hardest" to wear the RAD uniform correctly, but she usually ends up buttoning it up wrong somehow. Either the brothers or Eden need to help her out every morning.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me masters #obey me jp #obey me mc #obey me oc #oc #my oc #the garden of fucking things up #asks

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carnal-lnstinct · 5 years ago

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Conton City Lockdown

Summary: Time patrollers have returned from missions carrying an unknown disease and infecting others denizens of Conton City with it, forcing Trunks and Supreme Kai of Time to shut down most operations and training around the City and drastically limit missions for a while until they can get everything under control. Everyone is instructed to stay inside their assigned domiciles until further notice. “Who knows what that could do to the timeline if Patrollers pass it on during a mission?!” Supreme Kai of Time urges Conton. The Conton City Hero has also been quarantined with her current Master, Goku much to both their dismay as there was still so much training left. What other shenanigans can the two saiyans get themselves into while being all cooped up.

Word Count: 2,164 (Chapter 2) AO3 Rating: Mature Warning: ( explicit language ) A/N: Did I yadda yadda some saiyan lore around a story line where anything can happen and be logically possible when time travelling and universe hopping exist on a regular basis? You bet your sweet monkey tail having arse. This one was a little shorter, but the Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya returns next chapter.

Chapter 2

You're not too keen on traveling to the other world of your own free will just yet. It was barely a pleasant experience travelling to Hell to correct the hitch in the timeline before. Not to mention the Parallel Quests assigned to you to investigate. For a place so colorful and vast...it was Hell. No need to see more of it or anything like it for a while. Your Training Master making the suggestion to travel with him to King Kai's is immediately met with a hard pass. Yes, you had eventually brought out the tracksuit he left behind a while ago as a spare pair of clothing for him. And as predicted he recalled the dead Kai's humble planet. "No one goes there but me, anyways" He pointed out as a matter of fact, "There was no way a dead Kai was going to get sick". As quickly as he could put on the clothes after cleaning up from your passionate moments, he bid you farewell for now and was gone. Leaving you with just the phantom traces of his rough hands abusing your skin and sloppy kisses all over your face and neck. It had only been hours following the powerful experience and you couldn't believe how much you missed his presence already. It would go against your nature to have begged him to stay simply because you wanted to stay close to him a little longer. Maybe the time separated was needed to give you some time to think it over. Goku was your Trainer, after all. Not only yours, either. But he had always praised you as his star pupil. Never have you felt selfish of another person before and blamed it all on still being caught up in the heat of the moment.

As the time passed on and the new day surely came to its expected end, right as you were ready to accept that you were going to be here alone for a while, Goku's energy instantly fills the space and he reappears in front of you. His skin sweaty and tracksuit filthy from his work out, but with that delighted smile of his. Your heart fluttered, not expecting him to return so soon. In his hand was a bundle of boxed food made by the North Kai. What you assumed was some portion of food he saved for himself for later was brought specifically for you. Without warning, you climbed the larger Saiyan with a single leap when he said it, crashing your mouth onto his and practically mounted him right then, his sore muscles and all. Nothing sharing the lunch he brought afterwards didn't fix.

The few days following Goku's awakening into this "new hobby" has been a very informative bonding experience for the two of you. And now you were sure he was trying to kill you with it. Of course, you bring it on yourself having to be the initiator, the latter still not quite able to pick up on your cues or innuendos to jump start a good time. You'd make it clear to him in your frustration after you toss playing coy out the window and spell it out to him. That aggressive tone you embody that would put off anyone else yet it only seemed to make the Saiyan feel embarrassed for his short-comings in the whole thing, but thrilled for the shared pleasure. Goku's gentleness in his approach to it sometimes leaves you somewhat unsatisfied, not that he never made up for in the long run, and boy does he, but he was never just right when you needed him to be.

Granted, your wild fantasy stems from the raunchy mangas you have filled your spare time with, you know the Earthly Saiyan has it in him. He just missuses it. When you want him to challenge your forwardness and press his hard, trained body against yours, squeeze your smaller frame to fit to his and stare you down with his feral eyes, he's tenderly rubbing into the curves of your back and tail, and placing these little warm kisses into your face and neck. But when you want to take it slower after being driven into at different angles and your body aches from the constant stimulation, he does not relent nor does your burning saiyan blood and sex-drunk mind carry the sense to yield even when the azure color fills his eyes and the golden hue vibrates across the outline of his body threatening to revitalize him for another go. You just wanted to see that savage vigor from beginning to end, and then the gentleness can follow.

It was the closest thing the two of you had to training together these days, a challenge of endurance and control. Still, not a day went by you weren't longing for Supreme Kai of Time or the Elder Kai to summon you back to the Time Nest for another special mission. With all the going on of the disease and that creep Fu on the loose as well, work was going to be non-stop to catch up when it was finally okay to head out again and you were looking forward to scratching that fighting itch once more. The worry settling in your bones and the daily complaint of your "cell mate" begging for the same release were beginning to make you stir-crazy. You had to distract him for your sake and his. One more 'It's already been "so-and-so" days, when's it gonna be over?' and you were going to put him through a wall.

Being saiyans on opposite ends of the spectrum did well to draw attention away from the quarantine, as well. You found yourself more intrigued with this version's history that lead him to the man he is today. You know the basics, all the scouted Time Patrollers do, but this variant of the Z Warrior lead a life not too similar with the story and still comes out more powerful than ever. You pressed him for answers, idle chat through the "parrying" game you came up with to keep your focus sharp. Goku sits in front of you with both his hands held up as you try to punch your fists pass them. There was no concern you would land anything. The way he misdirects your fists with hardly a flinch in his posture was pure instinct. As you sat across from him, fists up as you try to think 3 steps ahead and contemplate which one to throw at him, you finally asked.

"What's it like? Living with Earthlings? " Hoping your sudden question would give you the opening you need, throwing a right hook only to be swatted to his right. You recoil back into your stance, continuing. "I didn't grow up on Planet Vegeta either, but I was still raised around other saiyans."

"Really? I thought all of you were coming from another Planet Vegeta in the time-space holes you guys are always working on. I'd love to see what kind of strong warriors you got there, especially if they're as strong as you!" Another success block as you come at him from the right again. "As for Earth, it's pretty amazing! We don't have many saiyans, but we got a pretty strong batch of fighters. If not for guys like Piccolo, Raditz or Vegeta, we would never know how much stronger we could become. But when we're not fighting to get stronger and everything's at peace, it can be pretty beautiful. A little too quiet for me, but I wouldn't want to have it any other way so long as I can always get a good fight in every once in a while. Not to mention all the awesome food!"

Agreed, Earth definitely had some of the best food you ever had in your whole life and was grateful for its abundance here in Conton City. There was so much flavor, and the different consistencies all coming together to make something you couldn't hardly put it into words. It made your mouth water just thinking about it. "What about you, (y/n)?" The Saiyan asks.

"In my timeline, I grew up on Planet Stock. A sub colony of Saiyans our King Vegeta colonized in secret from King Cold as a gift to the Young Prince who would one day rise as a formidable foe to that tyrant Cold and his heirs. Then he would rule over Stock as his own kingdom while Planet Vegeta acted as our hub world. Or... at least that was the plan. One day our planet suddenly stopped getting responses from Planet Vegeta, not even the best scouters could detect it anywhere. Like it disappeared. It was only after I became a Time Patroller I found out Frieza destroyed it." Your fists visibly clench tighter as you opt for a left punch this time. Rather than parrying it this time, Goku catches it in his hand.

"Frieza always prides himself on that. I'm sorry." Your Master offers looking down at you with a softer gaze. You look up from your focal point to see his stare and look away.

"It doesn't matter. Knowing what I know now, even if Planet Vegeta and Stock had hundreds and hundreds of our best warriors there to defend against Frieza's attack, we would be worse for it. I've seen it.. " You withdraw your fist from his hold and roll your shoulders. "And Lord Beerus will destroy us all for it." You lower your stance and release your tensed hands. It's not easy to think that letting one monster destroy the home world of your people was better than the God of Destruction wiping out both worlds. Besides, the scroll of time deemed it the most accurate that Frieza gets to do it. You're still pushing against the Elder Kai and Supreme Kai of Time to use the Dragon Balls to restore Planet Vegeta.

"It's never easy to make decisions like that. There's not a moment I don't think back on the times when I was at my limit and felt like I was gambling with the lives of my friends and the people of earth in order to win a fight. But I always find a way to push through and save everyone. I even thought letting Cell blow me up would spare everyone. " He laughs, but it sounded a little more morose than his usual joy, making you turn your gaze back towards him. "I was foolish, when I had fought Cell we were evenly matched until I used my Kaioken attack and managed to knock Android 18 of him. I gave him a chance to give up and leave the planet and instead I put everyone else in danger.. I even thought if I stayed in the Other World, Earth would be a better place. We still had Piccolo to keep an eye on everything, and Vegeta too. Oh, and Trunks, too! He was going to grow up someday and be a strong warrior just like his father. Everyone else could live the life they wanted."

Goku extends his large hand and cups your small cheek into its curve, you leaning into the warm touch, "Your heart's in the right place. I see why everyone puts so much faith in you to do your best." His smile grows and your cheeks glisten with a pink hue. You avert your eyes as your insides flutter up again to avoid his knowing eyes.

"--W-Whatever, don't go getting all sentimental on me." You shrug trying to fight off your own smile. You raise your fist and give him a playfully nudge on his chin. "See, you're leaving yourself wide open. Keep this up and I'll surpass you in no time." Goku's bright laughter comes full force and he takes your first in his hand again.

"So long as you keep training, I'm sure you will." He brushes your fist pass his lips and delicately places a kiss to your battle-hardened knuckles. "I'll be sure to get stronger, too."

That sounded romantic coming from him, the blush on your face spreading but you keep trying to play it off. A little soft touch...actually does a lot to you. Your chest and your belly are bouncing such a warmth back and forth but it's different from wanting him to pin you down with all his strength and bury himself to the hilt inside you. Just his hand on your cheek and wrapped around your fingers as his lips caressed them was so...fulfilling. Even his laugh, once this goofy sound to your ears was now a blissful tone to your very soul. The Savior of Earth, this immortalized hero across the timelines made you feel like you were blooming. The sensation was only shaken by the sudden growl of his stomach, prompting him to laugh nervously "Whoops, guess I'm hungry again."

You laugh too and shake your head. "Fine, but dishes are on you this time."

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jaggedwolf · 5 years ago

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TSCOSI Ficlets #2

Not being from the US

"So, Jeeter, what'd you learn this week?" Arkady plopped into the seat opposite him, stealing one of his fries. "The horrors of Fahrenheit?"

"Man, that was day one of international student orientation. We're on to way more advanced terrors now." Brian considered a token protest at the fry-theft. Eh, he'd get her back when she got dessert.

Arkady shrugged off her backpack. "Why do you even bother still going?"

"It's mandatory."

"Like you give a crap about that."

"Gotta be up to date with all these cultural differences."

"You're Canadian."

"Hey man-"

"And you told me you spent every summer in the States, anyway," Arkady said, looking suspiciously at him. Well, she tended to look suspiciously at a lot of things, so it wasn't the worst sign. "There's no reason for you to subject yourself to-"

A wide grin crossed Arkady's face. Oh no. "Wait, they're also an international student, right?"

"Maybe," said Brian defensively.

"Now, remind me what you said about their cheekbones?" Arkady's voice sounded even more delighted.

Brian pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, and buried his head in his arms on the table. His voice muffled, he said "Drinking with you was a mistake."

"I for one, could not be happier that Tripathi took pity on a couple of freshmen and did us that favor."

Brian groaned. Three months into the school year and he still didn't understand how or when Arkady and him became friends.

"Should have guessed you'd be a poetic drunk." Arkady clapped him on the back. "Woah, speaking of-"

She tugged his sweatshirt. Brian reluctantly looked up, following her gaze to find the subject of their discussion striding towards them.

Yep, Krejjh looked about as handsome as they always did. That was fine. Their pace slowed as they approached the table. "Hey, it's Brian, right?"

"That's him," chimed in Arkady. "And I'm going to get some actual food now instead of skimming off Jeeter's"

She abruptly stood up and left. Krejjh seemed startled by her departure and asked "Is this a bad time?"

They sounded oddly hesitant, not at all like how Brian had heard them speak with their friends.

"Nope." Brian shoved back his hood. "Arkady's just like that. Do you want a fry?"

Holding your hand in mine

Arkady's always appreciated privacy. Couple of decades of sleeping in crowded rooms will do that to you. Being alone can be nice.

Being alone sucks a hell of a lot more when you're dying in one of Zone Z's dim-lit hallways.

Asshole shot her and her comms before she took care of him, and she supposes she'll only have his body for company as blood spurts out from under her collarbone. The instinctive pressured she applies slows it down. Not quick enough. He'd picked his shot well.

It's a waiting game now. She might as well distract herself. After all, hiding from the world in foolish dreams is a talent she's cultivated.

It's easy to paint a picture, as the world becomes fuzzy. No one could fault her for it. If someone wants to, she's not exactly going to be around to take their complaints. She squeezes her eyes shut. Folds herself smaller into the corner. Presses the heel of her right hand harder into the bleeding wound. Ignores how slick it feels. She's going to lose this fight, but like hell she's not clinging on all the way down, fingernails dug deep into life.

Back to the imagining.

What does she want, in these final moments?

What doesn't she want, is the better question. Her dreams had always been too stupidly big for reality. And yet. This is...this is a better death than she ever thought she'd get. Not much more to ask for. To her mind's rendering of the scene, she only adds a couple of selfish touches.

Long, soft fingers curl over the back of her right hand. They push insistently, added pressure to the wound, steadily, as if confident they can fix this. Fingers she's seen idly drum the table in the mess hall, fingers she's seen wrapped around a hypodermic syringe, fingers she felt trail through her hair just this morning. A presence that refuses to leave.

A rougher palm meets that of her left hand. The resulting grip is firm. Gentle. The calluses have a different contour from her own. Earned from building, where hers were made from breaking. They press against each other in a way that feels right anyway. Feels right, like twice-offered new beginnings. And even now, offering more.

It's good, Arkady thinks, that this is how it goes. Her alone.

Wouldn't be fair to them any other way.

Lesbian gaze

The ship turns out to be a monstrous patchwork, but Tripathi promises it'll fly, so she busies herself with staring at her new ID card. Arkady Patel. The card is new, nothing like the faded, scratched-up one in her back pocket. She'd gotten that one when she enlisted, been excited as hell about it, actually.

"Hey, Arkady?" asks Tripathi, sounding apologetic and swiveling the pilot's seat. "Could you check the local channels to see if they're tracking us?" Tripathi nods her head towards one of the panels.

She grunts in affirmative, shoves the ID card into a pocket and makes herself useful. She's mostly blocked out the pain. The channels are clear, takeoff goes without a hitch, and an hour later, they're as free as can be.

She could fish out that ID card again. There's a lot of people she's imagined being. Arkady Patel's the first one she actually will. If the IGR doesn't end up finding them first, that is. But that's not the name echoing in her head.

That would be Sana Tripathi.

Who's busy piloting, which means she can get away with looking her over. Tripathi's hair had been longer back on Cresswin, a single black braid that moved with her head through with every point made in those meetings snuck into. Now, Tripathi's hair isn't even shoulder-length. Nice and practical. Grey roots too. Tripathi seemed a little young for that. Not that she actually knew the woman's age, come to think of it.

There was a lot she didn't know about Tripathi. Maybe less if she counted Cresswin, and maybe she should, since Cresswin's what landed her here but - people changed. From time. From the war. From working a shitty job day-after-day. Easy enough to slip on an old skin if it got you a desperately needed crew member.

Not that it matters. She isn't looking for the noble, non-existent hero her teenage self had fantasized about. Now that she's on the IGR's bad side, she's pretty fucking good with settling for a place to sleep and food to eat. She can wait this out. See who Tripathi ends up being, and see if Tripathi figures out she isn't worth the trust.

Till then, she'll keep an eye on her new boss.

Low Expectations

It's ludicrous, he thinks, how exposed he feels without his eyepatch. Even more so when Violet's gloved fingers rest on his skin where the edges of the eyepatch would have. No matter. The feeling is a sign he has let himself become too comfortable. He's been far more exposed.

"Can you open the eyelid?" asks Violet.

There's that familiar half-second where he expects his range of vision to expand, and it grates on him, that his body has not yet adapted to its new reality. He opens his eyelid as wide as he can.

If Violet is perturbed by the sight of an empty eye socket, she doesn't show it. Her head comes closer to inspect it, fingers shifting slightly along his skin, and he tilts his face towards her to make it easier.

"Thanks," mutters Violet.

His hands start to tremble.

They're not in Violet's line of sight. He has the time to compensate, and the freedom to move his hands, so as carefully as he can manage, he grips his knees. He forces himself to start speaking, informing Violet of the current status of his eye socket and how the IGR had healed it.

It's no challenge to keep his face still. Whatever they do could only hurt more with unexpected head movements, they'd told him.

Eventually, Violet pulls back. Her fingers leave his face. Before he can even take a breath of relief, Violet pauses midway through turning to grab something, a concerned look on her face. "Park, you're shaking."

"I-" When Park looks down, he sees that his knees have joined his hands in trembling uncontrollably. His mind blanks. "My apologies," he acknowledges, "it shouldn't affect the checkup."

"What?"

He'd given an uninformative answer. Needed a better explanation. "My head. It shouldn't affect my head, so-"

"Park," interrupts Violet quietly, a slow frown taking over her face, "I think we're done for today."

Wooing with sharp-edged gifts

As soon as Arkady was unhorsed for the last time, and her opponent declared the victor, Sana appeared out of nowhere to act as her crutch.

"You should be escorting Rumor, not me," Arkady pointed out, her helmet weighing down her free hand. Her left foot throbbed when she put any weight on it. "Who knows what she'll get up to without your supervision?"

Sana huffed, her armor clanging against Arkady's. "I could say the same about you. Besides, Krejjh is handling her fine."

Sure enough, a glance behind revealed Krejjh eagerly chattering away to Sana's steed. They swung a leg over to ride even that short distance to the stables.

"Showoff," muttered Arkady. "Krejjh bribes your horse with too many sugar cubes."

"Be that as it may," continued Sana, "I'm afraid there'll be no escaping the medical tent today. It's tournament day! We're safe, you need to get your leg taken care of, and if something happens you'll have the simple pleasure of saying 'I told you so', won't you?"

"It's not a pleasure."

Sana ignored her, holding up a flap of the tent they'd arrived at for Arkady to hop under. She did so, making sure to look as annoyed as possibly, and Sana followed, supporting Arkady over to the nearest cot...where Violet stood expectantly.

Sana flashed a quick grin at Arkady. "You know what, Kady, you're right, I should go check on Rumor. Just remember you did your best out there." With that, Sana nodded at Violet and exited the tent so quickly it was as if she were never there.

Arkady frowned at Violet. "Liu. Wasn't your shift yesterday?"

Looking amused, Violet replied. "They're hardly going to complain about an extra hand. Let's get that armor off your leg."

They did. Arkady winced the whole time, cursing herself for her choices. Jousting, really? Arkady would have fared better in the melee, her own two feet and her weapon of choice to depend on.

They could hear cheering from the lists from even inside the tent. Another bout ended, then. Violet examined Arkady's foot, fingers pressing various spots around the swollen ankle.

As if reading her mind, Violet asked, "Why the joust?"

Embarrassed, Arkady shot back, "You mean, why'd I pick something I'm so piss-poor at?"

"You won your first two bouts," said Violet mildly.

Oh. She'd been watching.

Of course she'd been watching, how else would she have known to come to this very tent? Even Sana's encouragement didn't extend quite that far.

Violet continued, "You've never mentioned it when talking about other tournaments."

The simple, foolish answer was the smallest prize the winners received. A single rose, fresh from the royal garden, to be presented to whoever they chose.

The melee was an ugly, crowded thing. It was not the melee's rose lauded in those songs she'd loved as a child, snatches of music caught in taverns and lyrics sung in street games, and it was not the melee's rose she had wanted to give to Violet. It was not the melee she had wanted Violet to see her fight in.

It was not after the melee she had wanted to broach a topic she had thought unbroachable.

Yet it was the ugly things in life that Arkady was good for, and so she was left here with empty hands and another injury.

Arkady half-smiled at Violet. "Thought I'd try something new."

"I...don't think that's the whole answer," said Violet, but she didn't press as she normally would have. She turned to her satchel, retrieving a cloth bundle and unwrapping it to reveal a dagger, sheathed in dark leather. It was good work, deceptively simple. She wondered how much coin it had cost.

Violet took a deep breath and then spoke slowly. "You probably haven't been counting the days but, um, it's been a year since you saved me from that ambush. A little less than that since you cleared my name."

Had it been that long? Had it been that short?

Violet pulled the dagger out of the sheath. The dagger's edges gleamed in the snatches of sunlight filtering into the tent, but Arkady only had eyes for the sharpening of Violet's gaze.

"You told me, once, that I didn't know what you'd done. What you'd do." Violet sheathed the dagger. "I do now."

She offered out the dagger, pale fingers around the sheathed portion of it, her face tentative yet determined. "A gift. A thank-you. You don't"-A short laugh escaped Violet-"Refuse it if you will. I just thought I ought to say it."

"I-" For once, Arkady didn't have the words to respond.

Instead, she took the dagger, and let the slowly growing smile on Violet's face be answer enough for them both.

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onlinetrustworld · 4 years ago

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royaliity · 5 years ago

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W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

Hi there, fellas! Below the cut, I’ve included some wanted connections & filled connections too. Please, do not be afraid to reach out to me on any of them! I’m seriously open to anything, even if it’s an idea not listed or filled! (updated: 04/01 @ 1:51AM pst)

M A V E R I C K S T A R K ( Son of Tony Stark & Pepper Potts )

Best Friend - Someone that knows him inside and out. They’ve been friends since childhood and could be complete opposites or absolutely the same. Either way, this one has to come from the MCU! | PETRA MAXIMOFF

Littlest Sister - His weak spot, his bright spot. These two are attached at the hip and he would do anything for her. He has a hard time teasing her but he will definitely randomly tackle her and “beat her up” like older brothers do. | MORGAN STARK

Dependent - Someone that he has to constantly defend. He wants to make sure they’re safe and sound always by picking them up and moving them out of the fight before he kicks the ass of whoever decided to mess with them. | EVERY MCU CHILD TBF

Ex - He knew it was a bad idea, he did it anyway. Now they’re in each other’s lives forever for better or for worse. They just stick to him and maybe get him on a weird different level. | OPEN

Childhood Crush - He had a crush on them and they just never knew it. Even today he still has feelings for them, but pushing it down until it no longer exists still feels like a decent option. Worthless, but a decent option. | AUDHILD ODINSON

Friendenemy - Someone that really annoys the heck out of him and has extremely contradicting views but they work together so they have to make things work too. Definitely a Steve Rogers / Tony Stark kind of relationship. | OPEN

Labmate - Someone that keeps him from doing something stupid with his experiments. They keep him grounded, but hey, maybe they like to have some fun too. Who cares what they break? The Starks can fix it later, right? | OPEN

Enemy - Anyone against the family or anyone that tries to hurt his friends… Or maybe they hate him for the opportunity he got just for being Stark’s son. | SACHA BELOVA

T H E O D O R E L I D D E L L ( Son of Alice Liddell )

Best Friends - People that are ultra-close to Theo and understand all the other crazy sides of him. They may not know about the whole “spirit” thing, but they know he’s a nerd trying to make it in the world. | OPEN

Older Sibling - Maybe they never believed in Wonderland or maybe they did. Either way, Theo always secretly looked up to them. They were the glue that held the family together and he just wanted to be as talented as them. | GEMMA LIDDELL

Younger Sibling - Maybe they never believed in Wonderland or maybe they did. Either way, Theo always kept the beliefs of fairy tales alive for them, even when they started to grow up. They’re much more mature than he was at that age, but that wasn’t a bad thing either. | OPEN

Ghost Pal - Someone that has stuck to him for one reason or another. He might be sharing his body with them every now and again or maybe he’s just someone they can talk to without manifesting and losing energy. Maybe they’re just helping him work out his powers. | KIERAN GRACEY

Guardian - Let’s face it, his big heart is a big target. He’s gonna need someone to keep him from getting thrown in the nuthouse or getting hurt because he trusts too easily. | OPEN

Crush - He stumbles over his words when he’s around them. He just can’t help himself. If he wasn’t so awkward, maybe he could manage to be with them someday. Either way, he still wants to be around them 24/7. | LYNETTE DESCHAMPS

Wonderland Buddies - Anyone from Wonderland that managed to sneak into the real world. They haven’t seen each other since both of them were kids. | ALL THE BUDS

K Y R A K E N O B I ( Adopted Daughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi )

Best Friends - She’s always wanted the experience of getting dolled up and telling secrets like a normal girl. | OPEN

Partner in Crime - Someone that she can get in extreme amounts of trouble with. Whether it be pulling pranks or breaking some laws, it doesn’t matter, they’re game for it. | TOBY FITZHERBERT

Mentor - Someone to help her understand the force and how to be better with it. She’s chaotic, so whether it’s good or bad, she needs some help to get better. | OPEN

Good Influence - May go along with sibling or mentor or even friend, but someone who is constantly telling her she can be better and follow Obi-Wan’s good lessons. They help to chill out her firey emotions sometimes. | ARIN TICO

Bad Influence - Tells her to go for her emotions and that what she’s feeling isn’t bad if she channels it all into the dark side instead. She believes them, she just knows it isn’t a good idea... | BEN SOLO

Sibling Figure - Doesn’t matter if it’s brother or sister, anyone that she could consider an older or younger sibling would be amazing. She’s always wanted a family like that and envies it in many ways. | BRYN DAMERON

Friends w/ Benefits - She’s definitely open to a relationship with benefits! It’s kinda a thing for her to be with someone just for fun and enjoyment. She just likes to feel close to someone. | OPEN

Crush - Someone who develops a crush on her or maybe she finds she likes this person a lot more than she should. Maybe she’s afraid she’s gonna lose them too. Maybe they’re someone that makes her feel like she can make her Father proud. | DARYAN CRESSE

Enemies - Let’s face it, Obi-Wan had many enemies on the Sith side that may not like that Kyra exists and may want to take her out. | OPEN

B E A T R I C E F I T Z H E R B E R T ( Daughter of Rapunzel & Eugene Fitzherbert )

Best Friend - Closest to her and knows everything she tries to hide. They can read her like a book and while they probably won’t call her out on it, they do try to keep her safe. | OPEN

Siblings (2) - She feels incredibly close with both of her siblings and is always putting their welfare above her own if she can. They make her life less lonely and she trusts them completely. | TOBY FITZHERBERT & OPEN

Guard or Stable Friend - Perhaps a child of Maximus or Pascal maybe? Someone who could have tried to teach her to protect herself and others and relied on her ability when they met as children. | OPEN

Ex-Friend or Ex - Someone that she thought loved her but she figured they didn’t after everything that happened. They were the one to make her wary of friendships at all. | OPEN

Corona / Arendelle Friends - More friends from Corona for her to adore or possibly become acquainted with. I would also like to see possible Arendelle connections! | OLA BJORGMAN

Controller - Takes advantage of her kindness and uses it to their advantage simply because she’s naive and easy to control once she trusts someone. | FELIX WESTERGAARD

Unique Friend - Someone to teach her that not all people are out there to be good and kind. Maybe they’re taking pity on her. Maybe she slightly annoys them. It’s flexible. | OPEN

H E N R Y W A L T O N J O N E S, III ( Son of Indiana Jones & Marion Ravenwood )

Companion - Someone to follow him on every adventure, big or small. He would consider them one of the only people that don’t get offended by him and actually understands his thought process perhaps. | OPEN

His Little Sister - He took her on too many mini adventures when they were both kids. She’s one of the only people that knows when he’s faking it. Maybe a little more street smart where he can be a little book smart too. | OPEN

Ex - The initial person that broke his heart. Could have been when they were young or maybe things got too serious and he had to run away like dear dad? Either way, he tries to avoid them but he’s unable to. | OPEN

Enemy - Many people could fill this position. Especially if they’re greedy and disrespectful of culture or hurt others. | OPEN

Flirtacionship - He’s a pretty face with a little charm and they’re willing to put up with his bluntness and obsessive talk of history. | Adrien Solo

Apprentice - Someone he’s showing the ropes to! He doesn’t ever underestimate them, but definitely doesn’t want them getting hurt and he’ll do everything he can to make sure that doesn’t happen. | OPEN

M I K A S A K O P O L I ( Daughter of Kiki & Tombo )

Coven - I would love it if the witches got together and created a coven of super diverse but interesting talents! The more power they have the better. Did someone say powerpuff girls?? | EDEN DALLOWAY-PIPER & OPEN

Customer - I would love it if she had a frequent customer that always required a certain potion or elixir… Or maybe they’re just addicted. Either way it works! | OPEN

Bad Influence - They’re so nice and pleasant to her that they convince her to use her magic for bad instead of good. Yikes, now they’re making drug-like concoctions or something. | KAL BARR

Best Friend - They realize her potential and push her to keep doing good and trying! They may go on adventures with her on the broom too! | OPEN

Big Brother - Someone that she looks up to more than anyone. She’s always pushing herself to be at their level. I would imagine they’re pretty close and work together well. | OPEN

Mentor - Maybe someone that wants to coach her more and make her better at being a witch! She could definitely use one at times. | OPEN

Apprentice - Someone she happens to be teaching about the magic world that she sees a spark in... She’s not a perfect teacher but they’re just starting out anyway! No biggie. | OPEN

Attraction - She trips all over herself when this person comes near but she knows she shouldn’t ever fall for someone again. She would probably write them secret letters with flowers too. | OPEN

C H A R L E S H A T C H A W A Y ( Son of Constance Hatchaway & Frank Banks )

Mortal Friends - People he can finally be friends with and helps him understand the mortal world just a little bit better. He may have been wary to trust them in the beginning but now he enjoys being around them. | AIDEN FUSSELBOTTOM

Macabre Delights - This person enjoys the darkness as he much as he does and delights in just talking poetry and sitting there in the comfort of the dark with him. They may talk a lot about their lives. | OPEN

Bright Side - This person brings out the light in Charlie. They make him feel happy like no one else had before. Maybe they make his life (or afterlife) a lot better than it ever was. | OPEN

Intuned with Ghosts - A mortal who’s sensitive to ghosts that he tells information to. He feels comfortable around them and will reveal information to them about the afterlife. | OPEN

Ghost Pals - Anyone from the mansion that managed to get him to talk and be social! | TAKEN

C L E M E N T I N E N O R T O N ( Daughter of the Blue Fairy )

Her First Charge - Her felt as though he was falling in love with them and no matter how hard she fought to save them, she lost them. Most likely a ghost or vamp or something?? We can figure it out. | OPEN

Her Rival - An evil entity who Clem is strangely fascinated with and whom she would never say so. She likes to engage in banter with them and will fight them on occasion. Especially if they decide to come after her charges. | ALEKSIS CHERNABOG

Her Best Friend - Another fairy whom Clem admires greatly and finds to be much too good to ever be her best friend. They have history together and it seems as though they are always there to protect her at the most convenient of moments. | OPEN

Her Current Charge - Someone that is in need of a guardian angel and is alright with them having a very interesting empathetic connection. | OPEN

Her Older Sibling - Someone she trusts more than anyone and leans on more than they probably like. She learned a lot from them and sees them as a kind of equal and friend. | OPEN

His Younger Sibling - They’re little and therefore, they need protection too. They treat them how their older sibling treated her and is not embarrassed to make sure they’re okay. | OPEN

O L I V I A F L A V E R S H A M ( Daughter of Hiram Flaversham )

Her Guardian - She’s bound to get into some kind of trouble and she really needs someone to stop her before she gets hurt. | OPEN

Her Mentor - They have a difficult relationship but she would do anything for him. Sometimes she feels like he’s the only one who knows exactly what’s going on with her and how much she actually needs people. | JOHN MOUSE

Her Best Friend - Call them the Dawson to her Basil. She needs a good partner that can keep her grounded and eating actual food. | OPEN

Her Rival - Someone that matches her wits and is out to hurt the people she loves the most. | OPEN

Her Confidant - Someone that understands how her mind works and listens to her babble on because they know they can help her and she can help them. | OPEN

Her Dependent - This person just needs someone’s protection like she did when she was little. She sees a lot of herself in them and wants to keep them safe. | OPEN

Her FWB or Ex - This is someone she probably trusted quite a bit and then they let her down in some way. She’s still drawn to them completely but she tries to stop herself from being with them to no avail. | OPEN

Her Mystery - Probably someone that she wants to expose as a fraud but can’t and while it frustrates her, she’s just too intrigued to give up. | OPEN

#( wanted connections )#fresh new and updated

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sugar-petals · 6 years ago

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Fic Research 101

A general guideline with various tips and tricks.

What for?

Even if you’re the type who can construct giant fantasy worlds out of thin literary air, research makes the difference and can bring you a lot of enjoyment once the story becomes its own universe. Expanding the horizon is 100% worth it. For beginners, advanced writers, and experts equally. Readers always notice and cherish that level of detail. Even Terry Pratchett preoccupied himself with geography, history, art, or science books. And anything else that would catch his eye, not worrying about whether it was considered cheesy, odd, or stale bread. It was simply for the sake of interest and passion. What I found noteworthy: He actually preferred it over reading stories of his genre (!) as not to reiterate things subconsciously, i.e., what other authors researched and repurposed. We saw the result: He built believable, unique worlds. It doesn’t mean that you have to eschew reading entirely or need to create a groundbreaking universe. It’s just important to be aware how habitual input shapes what knowledge we believe is possible to cover in our stories.

Where/How

Sometimes, it does depend on how you search, not where. The — often grammatical — quality of your search engine request determines the character of what you receive. My favorite trick is to look for “types of [research subject]”. That gives me a wide array of what exists, how it looks like, and also possible substitutions should something not work out. It’s also easy on non-native speakers because definitions will come your way like that.

Mentality also matters. You can approach it like an academic looking for data or a creator of imaginary worlds curious about what people do. It will reflect in your story, big time. So it’s important to keep your style in mind even when you look up menial things, either can work.

When

It can be fun to figure out what kind of researcher you are. Either the one taking in all information first. As in, watching a documentary and then creating a spin-off in your AU. Or the one researching while writing. The advanced form for those with a lot of time on their hands is doing both. It will boil down to how good your long-term VS short-term memory is.

Alienating VS Involving The Audience

A tricky question remains what readers will understand and how they can ease into stories with extensive research. In my eyes, even if there is something they are unfamiliar with, the appeal of the story is times higher when the author goes some extra miles or has notable immersive details as the cherry on top.

The real bad guy that you have to watch out for are complex highbrow words for embellishment that a) nobody has ever heard of b) can’t be logically understood by looking at the situation.

"The family prepared the gallimaufry” will deter readers times more than “Catherine the Great died aged 67″. Because Catherine the Great is self-explanatory and well-known, but nobody has an idea that gallimaufry is a fancy old synonym for ‘stew’. So rather go for Catherine the Great even if the gallimaufry might be period-typical and sounds hilarious. The rule of thumb is: If you give enough context so the reader doesn’t have to research endlessly themselves, you can pull it off, particularly with readers who are native speakers. It’s more difficult with non-native speakers, but I would trust them to look something up if the vocabulary is entirely foreign to them. If you’re in doubt about that, simply provide more background information and describe things viscerally, maybe with a simile or metaphor.

So, unless you put it in the title (that’s a different topic), peppering your story with super fancy words from 200 AD that only you know can make you come across as a show-off trying to be way above the audience, while appropriate research and context makes you look like an artist who loves making stories and gives their readers an experience. I know, long fancy words are tempting, but try to keep them at a minimum if possible. Particularly when your AU is not historical or doesn’t feature fantasy elements. If you do write fantasy and drop something like say Latin as in Harry Potter (the spells), it helps to have a character who inquires about the word from another person in the fic. You give the reader a self-insert for that situation to learn about it. The same goes for new terms you come up with.

About Learning

This one is a big deal. Definitely figure out what type of learner you are (visual, auditory, etc), and what types of intelligence you are good at (logical, musical, linguistic, etc). Once you know how you retain information best, the world is easier. Many authors see research as an unwanted chore just because they take in useful information the wrong way. We all are curious creatures, it just depends on how things are presented to us. Once we find our forte, research loses much of its exhaustion, fear, and pressure.

Beware of comparison with other writers here. E.g. spatial-logical talents will be good at worldbuilding, while kinesthetic-literary talents will write authentic eroticism and action. We all have our niche and modes of brain function, sometimes it’s good to stick to your gifts instead of competing out of envy — which brings us back to Terry Pratchett and reiteration. Mind you, do experiment, do consider various ways of learning, what I mean is that you can make a story work faster knowing your potential in several areas.

Research Topic Masterposts

Perhaps you’ve seen them, the ones helping you construct a realistic XYZ scene. I know the hype around them, the effort is impressive, definitely keep it on your radar. Still, a word of caution. It’s often something you reblog for reference because you see all the options in one place but never go back to it. It can derail your research process immensely, too. The reason: It appears randomly, not when you need it. Heading out to research via browser in the right moment often yields more fitting results and options. After all, the person making the masterpost linked you guides to topics of their preference, often their stories’ research process, which can be far away from yours. I’ve often run into linked articles that are either too advanced or straightforward, it’s a bit of a Russian roulette to find the right insight. Which the masterpost creator obviously can’t and doesn’t have to anticipate, by all means — the same principle applies to this post, you have to cherrypick what resonates.

The problem is that you can’t know how useful to you personally the links are at first glance when you just reblog for later reference. Combing through the links and visiting a bunch to see if it is any good takes forever compared to a 10 sec google search. Ironically, you’d think someone else, maybe a more experienced author, doing the work for you spares you effort and it’s convenient, but the opposite can be the case. Sometimes, you have to research from scratch and rely on your own gut. Should you still find a solid masterpost giving you precisely what you’re looking for, and you remember to go back to it — installing XKit helps with that, it has an archive function: Check the timestamp (also via XKit). If the post has been around for longer, many links might be dead so keep an eye on this.

Wikipedia

Staring at black font against white forever can be frustrating and repetitive. Hyperlinks can distract, it consumes time. In some cases, infographics give you a quicker, more colorful outline with equal amounts of sources. Important: Remember the mentality bit. For some, inspiration comes first. In that regard, infographics can help you out further by providing a visual idea in terms of worldbuilding. If you are the data type and do juggle references, it might be a better idea trying Google scholar to find journals. Tip: Read their abstracts (the summary at the start) to get a quick overview. And then you’re ready to go.

Handy Shortcuts

Disclaimer: Those are for Mac. For Windows: Use Ctrl instead of Cmd.

Cmd + F (search) finds the needle in a stack of hay. This one is essential.

Cmd + T (open new tab) saves time.

Cmd + Z (undo) — every writer’s lifesaver, oh my god.

Cmd + A (select all) helps for copy paste. Mind you, don’t plagiarize.

Cmd + N (open new web page) for a blank slate, all other tabs stay open.

Cmd + down arrow brings you to the bottom of the page.

1) Cmd + Shift + 3 gives you a fast screenshot of the whole screen. 2) Cmd + Shift + 4 lets you select a rectangular/square area to screenshot.

the screenshots will be saved on your desktop.

Windows doesn’t have 2) but uses “Print Screen” for 1).

#writing corner #writing tips #writing advice #writing fics #fic writing #writing #research

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armageddon-generation · 6 years ago

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Making an arc out of series 11 (and other fixes)

I DON’T MEAN TO HATE - I genuinely really liked this TARDIS team, Jodie has completely won me over and the episodes not written by Chibnall were great - but this series does have several frustrating Issues.

One recurring problem I see people having is that the finale didn't feel climactic because there was little build up.

A few ways to fix this :

The Woman Who Fell to Earth

Just improve Tim Shaw - alter his design so he’s not just a black robot-man - take the tooth idea and do something like the Sycorax?

Change the ball of electricity into an actual creature - then establish Tim Shaw’s abusive relationship with it, taking out his viciousness on this helpless slave, because he’s a coward

This mster/beasty relationship would give Tim more character and make him easier to hate

It also establishes the running theme of the Stenza altering/controlling other creatures - it gives them a distinctive ‘gimmick’ like Dalek extermination and Cyberman conversion, which we can expand on in The Ghost Monument, The Tsuranga Conundrum and The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos

The Ghost Monument

Establish the threat of the Stenza - ravaged worlds better (show us the flesh eating water instead of telling us about it and have more time with the Remnants instead of those boring robots)

Do this by giving Desolation (which is out of orbit) short, irregular days (5 hours, 3 hours) so the threat of the Remnants is always there - build tension and character at day (the “Mum told me to jump” speech) and have scary chase sequences during the two night sections

The Stenza using Desolation to create weapons of mass destruction reminds the Doctor of the Time Lords' tactics in the Time War, (that's why she's so interested in the planet) and establish that Yaz wants to know what happened to the Doctor's people/family

One of the racers should've had their planet stolen, not just enslaved, to establish the mystery of the planets Tim Shaw is stealing

Show their desperation by having the racers actually compete and fight with each other, with Team TARDIS stuck in the middle. Both characters believe they deserve the prize because they've suffered and lost more.

Yaz separates them, directly paralleling her intro scene in episode 1 - from parking disputes to this.

GIVE 13 HER BIG MOMENT because I waited until literally the last line of the series to understand where she's coming from. 13 is the joyous explorer, she doesn't have time for wallowing in angst, there's too much universe out there to see.

Something like: "It's not about what you've lost, that doesn't make you better than him! All that matters now is what's ahead. What are you going to do if you win, where will it take you? Have you even thought about it? Because maybe, just maybe, if you stopped pitying yourself you could make something good from this. Yes, you're family is gone and I'm sorry. But just because they're dead doesn't mean your life should stop too. Move forward."

This helps Chibnall's 'Fresh Start' mandate because it establishes 13 as completely different from RTD and Moffat's Doctors (especially 10 and 12) who felt a sense of superiority because of their past pain. It also ties into Ryan and Graham letting go of Grace.

The TARDIS went to Desolation in the first place because it wanted to help the planet (remember she has personality) - 13 realises this once they reunite.

We've previously established the TARDIS can change the weather, and it's had thousands of years on Desolation to prepare calculations etc, so have a sequence at the end where they show off to the new conpanions and terraform the planet, reversing the Stenza's damage

Post - credits scene / stinger - while the companions explore the TARDIS, show 13 viewing the footage the TARDIS collected over thousands of years of the Stenza violating the planet - she doesn't look happy, but then Yaz calls her for a tour and she puts on the bright smile again.

Yaz

I think Team TARDIS in series 11 was meant to be split between the familial relationship between Ryan and Graham, with the standard swept-off-her-feet almost-romance between the Doctor and Yaz in the background. They didn't focus on Thasmin much because I think Chibnall assumed 'oh, we've seen this before'

SHOW THE GROWTH OF YAZ AND THE DOCTOR'S RELATIONSHIP. IT SHOULDN'T BE ROMANTIC (YET) BUT JUSTIFY THEIR DEVOTION TO EACH OTHER

Because Yaz is a police officer have her 'investigate' the Doctor's past - especially her family, as that's an important part of her character and theme in the series as a whole. Since Chibnall loves Classic they could mention Susan

This makes 13 telling Yaz about her Granny in It Takes You Away an important milestone in their relationship

Yaz to Ryan about the Doctor's family:

Thirteen's character

People complaining Jodie isn't unique enough kind of have a point, but the seeds are there:

I like the idea of 13 being easily distracted and careless ("I'm almost going to miss you." / "Hi Yaz, forgot you were there."). Her being slow to trust contrasts nicely with Jodie's infectious enthusiasm. Have Yaz's role be keeping 13 focused, grounded and on-track when she needs to be.

Also! I've seen the idea thrown around 13 is only acting all bright and chipper. It'd be really interesting if she prioritises Team TARDIS' emotional wellbeing over her own

This way we have parallel arcs - Yaz gets the Doctor to open up as Ryan gets closer to Graham

13 and her Sonic

13 is meant to be a tinkerer, but we don’t see much evidence of this outside building the Sonic

So she wears a tool belt

The belt is TARDIS-like (bigger on the inside) and 13 pulls things out of it like Mary Poppins’ carpet bag

13 pulls bits of scrap out of the belt and cobbles things together when she’s excited / nervous / talking (pipe cleaner helicopters! Catapults! Wind-up mice!)

This distinguishes her from 11, who also did a lot of hand-flapping and is already superficially similar personality-wise

More floofy/fly-away haired 13! It makes her seem more energetic, constantly in motion, which really suits her.

The popular headcanon is that the Sonic works randomly (one episode it can do things, the next it can’t) because over the years the Doctor has added so many features they’ve overloaded it. So now she’s got a new Sonic, 13 is constantly fiddling with it/adding new features

Address the NuWho Doctors’ over-reliance on the Sonic - 13 keeps expecting the Sonic to do things but because it’s new hardware, it can’t, and she has to solve problems on her own

A running gag where 13 goes ‘watch this, gang’ and the Sonic does something completely opposite what she wanted and now they have to improvise

In the finale the Sonic finally works properly and 13 uses it to beat Tim Shaw

Occasionally (in an episode opening) 13 makes weird machines without knowing what the fuck they do:

13: [holding up a small device] Does this look familiar? Do you know what it is? Neither do I. I made it last night in my sleep. Apparently I used Gindrogac. Highly unstable.

Yaz: Doctor…

13 : I put at button on it. Yes. I want to press it, but I’m not sure what will happen if I do.

Ryan: [runs for cover]

13 and Graham

In Series 11, 13 always seemed annoyed by Graham (“Don’t kill the vibe”) and never seemed to grow past it.

Suggest 13 is living vicariously by helping Graham reconnect with Ryan – the Doctor first started travelling in the TARDIS to connect with their grandchild, so this is 13 coming full-circle

13 notices how good and Granddad Graham is trying to be for Ryan, and as he grows braver she comes to really respect him.

Graham becomes her confidant – he’s the only one 13 shows her age to, and she helps Graham begin again: They talk about how the Doctor has had to reinvent and regenerate themselves again and again because the universe needs them – much as Ryan needs Graham. 13 has lots of experience moving past loss, and they support each other through the pressure of being responsible (for Ryan and Yaz respectively)

Ryan

Have the Doctor and Ryan's relationship develop - in The Woman Who Fell to Earth they suggested 13 would take a nurturing parental role for him ("That's the kind of thing Grace would've said") but it's not really built on. All the pieces are there (him being immature and using weapons in the beginning)

Ryan and 13 have a sibling-like relationship - she teaches him about life and the universe - have 13′s use of slang (skillz with a z) come from Ryan having fun teaching slang to a socially inept alien

also maybe a reccuring joke about Ryan going for a fist-bump and 13 patting his fist, that pays off by the finale

Does anyone remember Ryan and Yaz went to Primary school together? Capitalise on that. When Ryan talks about how his Dad left him in Tsuranga and It Takes You Away, make it explicit that she understands because she saw Ryan go through it as a kid, and remembers what it did to him emotionally

A common complaint about Ryan is that he rarely actually does anything - he just stands there and says "they're gone!" or "it's a spaceship!". So have this be part of his character. In the early episodes have Yaz be the most active companion (allowing her to develop!), with Ryan (nervous about his dyspraxia) in the background, and have him become more and more active and competent as the series goes on.

Episode Order

For this to work I suggest shuffling the episodes - 1, 2, 8, 4, 6, 5, 7, 3, 9, 10

10 60-minute episodes to fit the new stuff in and give the large cast more room. The Woman Who Fell to Earth (60 minutes) was Chibnall's best script.

This way series 11 gets the same screen time as the 12 episode Capaldi series

Instead of 2 trailers for the next episode (one pre and one post credits) insert a post-credits stinger hinting at arcy things

The Witchfinders (We’re Going on a Witch-Hunt)

Swap Rosa and The Witchfinders around. We can get the 'female discrimination' thing out of the way faster (it felt weird they didn't explicitly address it until episode 8). Yaz and 13 can bond over their shared oppression (this is the first time the Doctor realises what history is like for her female companions - for the first time, they are of equal status and must work as a team).

Also have Yaz, the POLICE OFFICER, be personally offended by the miscarriage of Justice in the Witch Trials, and defend the victims - relate it to her experience on the job (maybe touch on domestic abuse?) instead of the cliche bullying story

The villains being escaped convicts from a prison also links to Yaz's character and job - contrast her applying police protocol to the Morax (she never had a case this big at home!) with 13's "fuck it, time to wave the glowy science stick' attitude - Yaz forces 13 to be disciplined, 13 forces Yaz to think outside the box and bend the rules

Arachnids in the UK (Spiders in Sheffield)

Still episode 4 - this needs a complete rewrite IMO, but for starters make the Trump parallel less explicit and cringey

Address Yaz has left her job as a police officer behind - she goes into work (with 13 as her ‘consultant’) and learns about people disappearing - we meet the spider expert at the Police Station, (because Yaz’s neighbour being the only victim AND working in that spider lab was too big a coincidence)

The expert is being ignored because the disappearances are higher priority, so low-ranking Yaz gets stuck with her

The spiders have spread all over Sheffield, not just the one flat and all around Yaz’s building

Have Ryan, Yaz and the Doctor go to meet Yaz’s mum at the hotel while Graham is mourning Grace in their nearby flat

When the spreading spiders reach Yaz’s family, Graham goes to help them, showing how brave 13 has helped him become.

We now have two tension-filled scenarios:

A home invasion subplot where Graham helps Yaz’s family keep the spiders out of their flat. Use this to flesh out and make her sister and Dad likeable - Graham comforts them when they’re scared, calling back to Grace's last line "promise you won't be scared without me" - 13 has helped him!

13 and Co being chased around the hotel (PROPERLY chased - the spiders use webs to cut off corridors and herd them around like rats in a maze)

YAZ GETS TAKEN BY THE SPIDERS - this is the moment 13 realises how attached she is to her new friends. She and Mrs Kahn work together to go and save Yaz from the Spiders’ nest (eliminating that annoying Jackie Tyler “you’re endangering my kid” trope) while Ryan uses his music to draw the spiders away

13 gets to see Mrs Kahn’s maternal affection and we see her desire for family. Ryan’s music draws the Spiders back and saves Graham and Yaz’s family

When Ryan and Graham reunite it’s very emotional - Ryan saved Graham’s life - ‘looking out for each other’

Finally have the Doctor save the Spiders by using the TARDIS as an Ark, instead of leaving them to die - call back to Planet of the Spiders and drop them off there

Since she's at home, once they’ve saved everyone have Yaz do girly things with the Doctor (because they haven't been able to rest since episode 1) - maybe nail painting? Only 13 starts using the varnish as finger paint. Also! I like the idea of them choosing 13's earring together bc 13 has no clue about jewelry

Demons of the Punjab

This should be episode 5, because it's connected to 4 by Yaz's family and together they provide a nice rounding-off of the half of the series more focused on her

The Thijarians have had their planet stolen, not just destroyed (it would still kill everyone)

That way when we see the hologram of what happened to their planet we establish the threat of what will happen to the Earth if Tim Shaw wins in the finale

(the powder they have can still be the stuff left over afterwards)

Also it's weird that Yaz goes to see her Grandmother, who she discovers remarried, and Ryan doesn't react at all.

Ryan has nothing to do in this episode, and because we're putting Punjab earlier in the series, Grace's loss is fresher. Give him a moral dilemma: He wants to go back and see her when she was young (and with her first husband - implicitly rejecting Graham) like Yaz is seeing her Gran

After seeing what happens to Yaz's family, and seeing Graham's caring reaction to Prem, he follows 13's advice and gives up on seeing Grace again - he's content with Graham

He bonds with Yaz over the episode and warns her not to take family for granted. At the end Yaz takes him to meet her Gran in the present day ("I was lucky enough to know yours")

The Tsuranga Conundrum (The Good Doctors)

Have the medical ship be a war ambulance helping victims of the Stenza's conquest

The general on board has fought the Stenza

Cut her brother and the 2nd nurse, they're unnecessary - have the ship be understaffed because of the strain the Stenza are putting on the medical service, give the engineering role to 13

The asteroid field they have to fly through (which we should ACTUALLY SEE) is not just an asteroid field but the wreckage left behind by another missing planet.

Replace the P'ting. It may be cute but the vast majority of people thought it was ridiculous. Instead have it be a Stenza weapon left over as the ship is flying through an old battleground - it can still be small and destroy the ship from the inside out, but its design can be more threatening and it can be more sympathetic (it was experimented on/created to kill, it isn't evil)

13 tries to pilot the ship first but can't because she's wounded. She has to rely on Team TARDIS and delegate the usual ‘Doctor’ roles. She faces off against the tactical P’ting, trying to fix the ship as fast as it disassembles it, while Yaz runs around trying to catch the thing, and Ryan and Graham take care of the passengers

The sonic STAYS BROKEN so 13 has to do this all by hand

Once 13 is told the Stenza are still out there hurting people, introduce a subplot over the next 3 episodes before the finale where she's sneaking off at night to go and help fight them (without the others knowing, because they're too emotionally biased)

The next episodes (Kerblam!, Rosa) gradually shift the focus onto Ryan's growth as he becomes more active

It Takes You Away

Add 13 and Graham - now close friends - talking about grandkids, and put more emphasis on 13′s reaction to the abandoned girl

This sets up the Solitract turning into Susan, the Doctor’s granddaughter, instead of the frog at the end

You don’t require previous NuWho knowledge to know about Susan - she has barely been mentioned.

Have her be played by the actress from An Adventure in Space and Time, like David Bradley as the First Doctor

This way we directly address the theme of grandchildren and family

The Solitract is a link to 13's childhood and family. It's also another omnipotent consciousness she can relate to (think 9 and Bad Wolf - "That's what I feel, all the time!"). Finding that and immediately letting it go must be traumatising

Have a quick scene of Yaz catching 13 crying, but she quickly covers up because Graham just saw Grace and he's distraught

Finale (Battle Phantoms)

When they arrive on the battlefield 13 accidentally reveals she's been helping fight the Stenza offscreen (which is how she knows about this battle - one of the ones she was too late for)

This lie infuriates Graham - she's been blocking his revenge for ages

BIG EMOTIONAL MOMENT

13: Maybe I am a liar, and I promised I wouldn't be, but that's because I know what it's like, Graham. To want to hurt the people who hurt you. How that anger burns like fire, like a supernova. And it took me so long to get over it, so long to move on. Whole lifetimes wasted hurting and hating. I didn't want that to happen to you. No one deserves to be broken twice.

This gives Graham a legitimate reason to go against 13 without announcing his intention to kill Tim Shaw like an idiot. It also plays up 13's hypocrisy, which was touched on in the original script

What was the point of 9 distress calls if they're all in the same place?? Use this pportunity to split team TARDIS up and showcase how they've grown as individuals before bringing them back together (Ryan and Graham, Yaz and 13) for the 3rd Act

Graham being on his own drives up the tension over whether he'll kill Tim Shaw - Ryan gets there just in time

Explicitly call back to the moment in The Ghost Monument when Ryan used a gun - highlight how far he's come because of 13, talking Graham down

Get rid of the robots, because they weren't in The Ghost Monument now, and they turned the intimate story into an action movie.

Over the series we've established the Stenza genetically engineer other creatures into weapons (the Remnants, the P'ting, the cable ball in The Woman Who Fell to Earth). Replace the robots with scary leftovers from the Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos (because that title was irrelevant to the original episode) - Think the Hand Mines from The Magician's Apprentice

Have each of the missing planets throughout the series be named - that way when we discover the stolen planets in the finale there is emotional impact because their being stolen has caused so much suffering.

This way not only are the Stenza a lot more threatening because they are present throughout the series, there is more build up to seeing Tim Shaw again

Also, the subplot about returning the planets is more emotionally impactful - the Doctor is retroactively providing closure to lots of the side characters from the series

Finally the threat to Earth is much greater - the companions have seen what losing your planet does to a person emotionally, and they fear that

WHEN THE EARTH IS THREATENED CALL BACK TO YAZ'S FAMILY SO WE FEEL SOMETHING

Also the continuing thread of missing /lost planets could link to Galifrey, raising 13's emotional stakes

Multiple people have complained the plot thread about the planet attacking you psychically and erasing your memories went nowhere - when 13 and Yaz take those devices off they get slight headaches

Instead have the planet actually attack them - 13 and Yaz have to remind each other of their memories and their families - exposing Yaz to a rare snapshot of the Doctor’s lonely childhood on Galifrey

This gives Jodie the opportunity to do some SERIOUS DRAMATIC ACTING, and finally opening up about Galifrey to the whole TARDIS team at the end gives an emotional climax to her relationship with them, as well as the relationship between Ryan and Graham

The Fam line is cute, but we need ACTION to evidence this growth - this way throughout the series we’ve established how much family means to 13, how much she wants that, and Yaz saying “I’ve always liked fam” means so much because it means she understands 13 as a person

Resolution

Change how the Dalek got split.

Medieval humans killing a Dalek on their own is ridiculous and makes itr less threatening. Instead, have the Dalek be a scout from the Time War, looking to attack Earth to distract the War Doctor. The Doctor, furious, rushes over and helps the human armies divide it, to stop the Time War spreading to his second home.

We’re told this legend by the archaeologists, positioning the Doctor as a vengeful wizard. We can get a flashback with the War Doctor as a dark silhouette on a hill or something.

This makes the “it’s personal” stuff even truer

Use the archaeologists and dig site to expand on the Dalek race’s impact on humanity, because they’ve visited Earth dozens of times. I’m thinking wall paintings depicting the Dalek Shell as a Divine war chariot, and the mutant as a Cthulhu-like God

This way we’re really throwing Team TARDIS in the deep end - they are immediately aware of the number of times the Doctor has fought the Daleks, which is completely different to the rest of series 11, where 13 was encountering everything for the first time

Change the junkyard Dalek shell.

The Scout goes to a storage facility where pieces of its shell are stored. Now this place is owned by the modern incarnation of the cult we’ve set up who worshipped the Dalek in ancient times (their logo is the same symbol found on the wall paintings)

Instead of killing the gay (AGAIN), have the company staff welcome and exult the Dalek - only for it to turn around and kill them all, establishing its racial superiority complex. (This is something Chibnall glossed over - his Dalek wanted to conquer like anyone else, not exterminate)

The company has collected the remains of dozens of different Dalek models from invasions across the show’s history (we still have the parallel to 13 making her Screwdriver)

The Dalek reassembles itself not using Earth metal, but into a Frankenstein’s monster welded together from different Dalek designs (classic 60s, Imperial, Special Weapons, Time War, Supreme, Progenitor)

When the Dalek and 13 face each other this one Scout now represents the entire Dalek race, every type the Doctor has ever fought. The idea of it stitching itself together is also a nice parallel to Regeneration

Destroy the Dalek by separating all the different sections - use Ryan’s dad’s technical skills but don’t have all of Team TARDIS rush the Dalek without getting killed - them pushing it around immediately removed any threat.

Emotional Impact

Seeing the remains of all the Daleks the Doctor has killed at the storage facility and hearing the stories of the War Doctor makes Team TARDIS reconsider 13

Police officer Yaz realises she is devoted to a murderer, and considers whether she wants to get closer to such a person

To make the Dalek more impactful to both Team TARDIS and the new audience that has only watched Series 11, when Graham asks why it’s so dangerous have 13 say something along the lines of “the Daleks are my Stenza”

Graham realises why 13 stopped him killing Tim Shaw in series 11, and (considering his Dad must’ve fought in WW2) gains a new level of respect for her

Don’t have Ryan immediately forgive his Dad and declare that he loves him - set up that he’s willing to give his Dad a second chance as an arc for series 12 - the push and pull between Graham and Ryan reconnecting with his Dad

The Scout is trying to complete its original mission, bringing the Tile War to Earth - 13 has to literally defend her freinds from the ghost of the War and finally let go of her violent past (personified by the War Doctor). She’s also letting go of the deified, Messiah-like version of herself (represented by the wall paintings of the Doctor’s battle with the Dalek) that RTD and Moffat loved

13’s arc is worrying learning about the Daleks and their toxic relationship will change the way her friends look at her, because she’s been trying to protect them from this side of her life (it’s revealed she’s been deliberately avoiding places she’s been before because she’s looking for a fresh start)

By now Ryan and Graham are getting along fine, they’ve avenged Grace’s murder and Ryan is now talking to his Dad. 13 worries everyone has outgrown her, and they’ll leave

Have a scene at the end where Yaz comforts 13 and assures her she won’t abandon her - 13 doesn’t need to save their lives for them to want to travel with her - it’s their job to save her. They are here because they care about her.

This way we get a new emotional climax of 13′s emotional arc and reaffirm the status-quo for Series 12

Improving Matt Smith’s era here

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