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goldentsum · 5 years ago

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━ jealousy

REQUESTS: (seperately) bokuto, hinata, and akaashi x jealous s/o. say that she isn’t a very jealous person to begin with but there’s another girl who seemed to have taken a liking to the boys and she doesn’t like it. add some angst if you will :) hopefully ends with some fluff.

🎕 asked by: nonnie 🎕

CHARACTERS: bokuto koutarou, hinata shouyou, and akaashi keiji

GENRE: angst, fluff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i don’t know if i did it right but D: i’m rlly active rn cus im excited idk why-- also hinata has a lot of dialogue in this one

━ bokuto ♡

bokuto is a jealous baby owl and you know it,, know it too well... he gets pouty if your attention is elsewhere even for a minute!

you, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber. well, that what it looks like anyway.

you get jealous quite a lot, to be honest, but your pride won’t live if you show it so you just try to shrug it off every time

but when kou gets a little too much attention it pisses you the fuck off

you get snappy and your mood is down for the day but kou is always on his way to make it better~

the baby owl may be oblivious but when the topic is about you, he pays attention to your every movement and to what makes you tick

so when someone!! a person you hate because of their flirty attitude and rude remarks gets a little too close to your baby--

oh, it's about to go down!

you’re in the cafeteria sitting on one of the free tables, waiting for your hyperactive baby owl, when you see a certain someone clinging to Bokuto and pressing their chest against his arm

aND WHAT PISSES YOU OFF MORE IS THE OBLIVIOUS SMILE ON BOKUTO’S FACE

you turned around and looked at the juice box you bought for bokuto and grabbed it roughly, stabbing the straw to drink it yourself

you knew how popular bokuto was and how ‘plain’ you were but it still hurt when people never respecting bo’s personal space and your relationship as you two were publicly open with your relationship

akaashi, who was lagging behind bokuto, saw this and quickly rescued the dense captain making a certain someone whines about it but akaashi paid no mind and dragged bo away and towards your table

“hey, babe!”

you looked at him and rolled your eyes, scoffing a little with the straw still on your mouth as you proceed to ignore him

bokuto’s eyes widen at that and sat closer to you, leaning closer and putting his head on your shoulder, nuzzling at you.

this usually makes you break but nope, your pride said nope and you ate lunch with bo pouting and whining to you. akaashi who watched the whole scene sighed.

the next time you saw bokuto was at dismissal with him racing to your classroom the moment the bell rang. he went inside when your teacher dismissed you and waited on the side for you even though you were ignoring him. but what slightly shocked you was the serious face he has on.

when everyone else was gone and you were about to go to, bokuto grabbed your hand and made you stay

“what’s wrong? please talk to me...” He whispered, hugging you close to his body.

you pouted at that, the gesture cracking your cold demeanor quickly. you sighed and hugged back the sweet boy.

“i’m sorry for ignoring you, kou...”

you felt his smile on your skin making you smile too

“It’s okay but please explain...”

his innocent words and eyes made you shy. maybe you overreacted a little bit but your ego is too big sometimes

you averted your eyes and looked at your shoes, bokuto’s arms still around you.

“cus... you let (h/n) touch you and you were smiling too!”

you whined a bit, looking up at him. his surprised expression then turned into relief and he started laughing

“who knew you were the jealous type too, (Y/n)!”

you pouted and hid your face on his chest,

“shut up... i’m human too, ya know... and you’re not one to talk, you’re the one who always gets jealous..”

“That’s cus my girlfriend is too pretty and too many guys have their eyes on you!”

you scoffed playfully at that, not having the energy to remind bokuto that those guys were just asking for some notes or something to you, knowing well that it would brew into bokuto pulling up his ‘facts’ and arguments on you again that those guys were unto something...

“shut up, you owl”

“your owl~”

━ hinata ♡

this small bean is also one of the easily jealous type and he creates a safe and danger distance around you in his mind

there’s only a certain distance a guy can come close to you and if that line gets crossed, he goes pROTECTIVE MODE

tanaka and noya are proud of their pupil as they watch him circle around you like a rabid dog or crow?

he is always with you! ALWAYS! And he always buys you some cold drink or if you don’t bring lunch, he lets you share his bento with the courtesy of his mother as he asks her to make a bigger lunch for him when he knew that you don’t really bring your own lunch.

so when it was lunchtime and hinata was nowhere in sight, that worries you a LOT

you run to the courtyard where you two usually hangs out with kageyama but was surprised to only see Kageyama and his milk box

jogging up to the tall male and you asked him about shoyou and you heard an answer you were not expecting to hear

“some fancy pink letter asked him to go to the rooftop, it said that they wanted to say something to that tangerine”

(y/n).exe has stopped working

kageyama looked at you with a quirked brow, still sipping on the milk box, he poked you with a curious look

“why did you let him go, you idiot!” you said, surprising kageyama who pouted and glared at you

“why the hell are you yelling? he’s just meeting someone!”

“you dense blueberry!” you shouted and hit kageyama on the shoulder with a light scowl

kageyama was about to retort when a familiar childish growling caught his attention as you both looked at the side and saw a glaring hinata racing towards you two at a fast rate

“why you kageyama--! don’t get too close to my girlfriends!”

hinata slotted himself between you two and started bickering with the tol blueberry

you sighed at the scene in front of you and a light pink object caught your attention. there it was, a pink chocolate bar in hinata’s hand as he waved it around, trying to punch kageyama.

you frowned at it and started walking away, leaving kageyama and hinata at the courtyard. hiding from hinata, you ate lunch in the bathroom stall as icky feelings start to grow.

after lunch, you quickly run to your classroom wanting to avoid seeing hinata at the moment

but luck wasn’t at your side when Hinata dragged you off and got inside the janitor’s closet with you.

“hinata, what are you doing! lunch is already finished, i’m gonna be late for class!”

you tried to leave the small room but hinata closed the door when you tried to open it

“no! you left me with kageyama all lunch break!”

“i-i had a stomach ache and went to the nurse’s office--”

“i went there too, you weren’t in there”

an awkward silence filled the small room while you looked at hinata with surprise

“i-it doesn’t matter--”

“It does matter! If you feel the need to lie to me then it’s a big matter!” hinata said, frowning at you

you sighed and let hinata hold your hand

“please tell me what’s wrong”

“i heard you got confessed to”

hinata blew a fuse at that and started waving his hands furiously, “h-how’d you know?! i didn’t accept it, i promise--!”

“you didn’t?”

hinata stopped for a moment and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing

“yeah, i got myself the best girlfriend... why would i wanna change that?”

you went closer to Hinata, letting your body hit his and hugged him

“i-i’m sorry... it’s just that, i thought you would find someone better and leave me...”

“I WOULD NEVER! You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world, (Y/n)!”

“You’re the best boyfriend too, little tangerine”

━━ akaashi ♡

let’s be real here, you’re definitely the jealous one in the relationship. I mean having a boyfriend who’s too pretty to comprehend and easily attracts a lot of attention can make you like that. but you hide it pretty well, well most of the time anyway...

akaashi always ALWAYS pays attention to you and knows everything that can trigger you to become sad, angry, jealous, and happy

he always makes sure that you’re always fine and happy, that you’re comfortable and content

we stan the perfect boyfie 🥺

bUT he can be quite dense sometimes when it’s not about you or volleyball.. fUKURODANI PPL ARE DENSE

girls would always flock his classroom before you can get there, snacks and treats in their hands to give it to akaashi and being the petty little gremlin that you are, you were pouty

akaashi sighed because it’s always either you were pouty or bokuto is and sometimes the worst-case scenario happened where both of you are pouty at the sAME TIME!

akaashi= Mom Daddy

you reached our final form of pouty when you saw a certain someone a bitch dragged akaashi to talk to him or whatever and being the curious thing you are, you followed them and hid behind the vending machine, listening to their convo

“you know, your girlfriend is cheating on you, right?”

wHY THAT BITCH! She just lied like it’s her common language wtf!

you prayed that your baby boo won’t believe her cus YOU ARE NOT CHEATING ON HIM! why tf would you cheat on him when you hit the jackpot? tf

“and you must know that spreading rumors and lies about a person can take you off the first string in the track team right?”

oOF--! YOUR BOYFIE REALLY POPPED OFF HUH

you snickered behind your hands, listening to the lying snake stutter a complain but akaashi cut her off

“if this is all then I’m going now but if i hear any rumor circling around (y/n), i won’t hesitate to take action myself.”

the snake scoffed at that and walked away, stomping

there was silence for a moment but then keiji called out, surprising you

“i know you’re here, (y/n)”

you stiffened at that and moved away from your hiding spot while coming up with excuses

“i-i wasn’t doing anything! she just dragged you off so i followed--!”

akaashi smiled softly at you, walking closer and patted your head gently making you feel flustered.

“i know, let’s go? you must be hungry”

“you won’t leave me for her, right, keiji?”

akaashi shook his head at your question, a small smile on his face and looked at you, letting his hand fall and held your smaller hand in his

“it’s not like you’ll let me leave”

“HEY! you make it seem like i’m holding you as a hostage or something!”

“hmm”

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rolandtowen · 4 years ago

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three times Zuko comes into the Jasmine Dragon coffee shop, and one time Sokka leaves with him. Set in the Neurodiverse Zukka AU, but can read as a standalone.

*banging pots and pans together* "Come over here and get yall Neurodiverse Zukka!"

Read it on Ao3 or under the cut!

TW: discussions of skin picking and implied child abuse

When Sokka pulls into the parking lot of the Jasmine Dragon, he is unsurprisingly the first car there. Being a freshman in town means getting the worst pick of shifts at local businesses. Sokka was hired on to work the opening shift, which means he wakes up at the ungodly hour of 5am to open the shop before the first round of sleep-deprived college students comes in. The pay isn't bad, Mr. Iroh is an incredibly fair man,

The bell on the door jingles on his way in, and he flips several light switches on, watching as the coffee shop slowly comes to life. He busies himself with getting the beans for the day grinding, pulling his first shot and dialing in the expresso. When he takes a sip, the espresso is spot on for the day, which is a relief. Having to make adjustments as customers start filing in is a nightmare.

Today's brew is floral and citrusy, so he decides to make himself and iced lavender latte - with oat milk, of course, because he's gotta do it for the gays - and he spends the next 20 minutes setting out pastries and fiddling with the display cases, making everything look perfect.

At 6am sharp, Sokka unlocks the front door and flips their sign to open, before retreating behind the bar to nurse his latte. Not even five minutes later, the door bell jingles, and Sokka sees a flash of dark hair, face obscured by a pile of textbooks and binders. The figure runs into one table, and then another, and Sokka is rushing out from behind the counter. He gets there just before textbooks go toppling everywhere, his hands taking a firm hold of the top bundle. As he pulls the books into his arms, he sees the face behind them.

Breathtaking golden eyes.

And.. a massive burn scar.

"Hi!" Sokka says, "I'm the barista on shift today - my name's Sokka." He would reach his hand for the other man to shake, but for the stack of textbooks in them.

Golden Eyes smiles.

"I'm Zuko, Zuko Sozin," he says, setting his remaining textbooks on the table by his side. Sokka follows suit.

"Hey, I think I've seen you before - are you taking Piandao's Intro to Biology class?"

"Uh, yeah - yeah! You sit a few rows in front of me." Zuko laughs. "Your doodles are uh, something alright."

Sokka knocks him good-naturedly on the shoulder. "I gotta keep my hands busy for my brain to focus." He looks down at the stack of books on the table. "What on earth are you studying, to have that many books?"

"Uh, Biology and Chemistry double-major, Pre-Med track." Sokka's eyes widen. "It's really not that much! I got a bunch of stuff out of the way with AP credits."

Sokka raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, it is a lot - but I'm really passionate about it. I want to be a doctor."

"Well, Dr. Sozin, what can I get started for you today?"

"Can I get a iced matcha, with a lot of honey?"

Sokka raises his other eyebrow. "A doctor with a sweet tooth?"

"Kind of?"

"Don't worry, I won't rat you out to your dentist. An iced matcha with extra honey?" Zuko nods and Sokka smiles. "You got it, doc."

ii.

Sokka falls into a routine at the Jasmine Dragon. He opens the shop every morning, and every morning of the fall semester so far, Zuko Sozin comes in at precisely 6:05am. Zuko will order an iced matcha with honey, and sits at a table by the window with his laptop and at least two textbooks open at all times. Then, at 11:50am - Sokka guess he has a class that starts at noon - Zuko leaves the shop, always making sure to throw his spare change into Sokka's tip jar.

He's so beautiful.

On a slow day, Sokka comes out from behind the safety of the counter and works up the courage to ask Zuko if he can study with him. Zuko looks shocked at first, but his lips quirk up in a smile as he gestures for Sokka to sit in the chair across from him, moving his textbooks to make room for Sokka's one book and laptop.

"What are you studying, Sokka?" Zuko appears to be genuinely interested.

"Oh, uh, social work, with a concentration in mental health." Sokka waits for Zuko to laugh at him. It never comes. He looks up at him over their laptops.

"That's really cool."

"You think so?"

"Yeah! I mean, some pre-med majors can be really pretentious, really dismissive of mental illness, but um - not me. I don't really have that luxury." Zuko laughs, as though at a joke with himself. "What's the Intro to Biology for, then?"

"Not all of us got our common core out of the way with AP credits, like some nerd I know." Zuko smiles at that, and looks back down at his laptop screen.

Sokka pulls his keys from his pocket and starts fidgeting with the stim toy he keeps on his keychain as he reads through his latest assignment for his Mental Illness and Society class. He bought it on Etsy, relieved to find a neurodivergent-owned shop after scrolling through a lot of stores that just seemed to be hopping on the 'trend' of selling fidget toys. He flips to the next page in his textbook, popping the buttons back and forth in a steady rhythm. He remembers Zuko's sitting across from him and stops abruptly.

"Is this annoying? Do you want me to stop?"

Zuko just cocks his head. "Why would I get a say in what you do? It's kind of your shop, right?"

"Um, to be polite?" Sokka laughs. "And you would be surprised how many customers I get who think they get to tell me what to do." His eyes settle on the half drunk latte in front of him. "It's not really my shop either, I just work the early morning shifts so Mr. Iroh can sleep in. If you ever get to stay past noon sometime, you'll see him come in. You can't miss him, short guy, talks in riddles. He's older, a war vet I think - I just get that impression from some of the stories he tells me. But anyway, did you want me to stop fidgeting?" Sokka looks back up to meet those golden eyes.

Zuko glitches for a second. "Oh! No, no, go for it - if it helps you to study, I'm all for it."

Sokka smiles, and looking at the way Zuko keeps picking at his cuticles gives him an idea. He digs into his backpack and pulls out another stim toy, an acupressure ring. ""Do you want to try this instead of maiming your hands?"

Zuko hesitantly holds out a hand and Sokka drops it into his palm. "You don't have to."

Sokka scoffs. "I know I don't have to - I want to. Come on, I wear it on my thumb sometimes -" and suddenly he's taking Zuko's hands into his and getting very close to Zuko's face. Zuko can smell espresso on his clothes and Sokka's hands are so warm against his. Calloused, sure, but warm. He holds Zuko's right hand gently, pressing the spiky ring onto his thumb. "And you can rub it back and forth with your pointer finger and it gives you that kind of prickly sensation that you get from skin picking, just without the skin picking." Sokka pulls his hands away and Zuko immediately misses them. "Give it a shot, tell me what you think."

Zuko tentatively rolls the ring over his thumb. Huh. The cute barista's right, the acupressure gives him that same prickly, scratchy feeling that picking at his nails and cuticles does. "Wow," he says, "I think you've converted me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then keep it, I've got a thousand more where that came from, ADHD perks."

Zuko instinctively opens his mouth to protest but the words die in his throat.

"You, you have ADHD?" He stops rolling the ring across his thumb.

"Yup." Sokka's lips popped on the 'p', and he turned to the next page in his textbook. "And I'm pretty sure you've got some spicy stuff happening your brain, too. But you don't have to tell me."

"How are you so open about it?"

Sokka's hand stills around the fidget. "My parents never treated me like I was deficient in any way - my brain just works differently, which means I have trouble with some 'normal' stuff. But I also strengths in areas that others don't have naturally. Accommodations aren't anything to be ashamed of."

"Sounds nice." All of the levity drops out of Zuko's voice.

Sokka levels a look at Zuko. He lets his eyes flit to the right side of Zuko's face and the scar there. He's seen it so many times, and the burns look so concentrated, almost... intentional. His stomach churns at the thought. The scar's old... and Zuko's at college now, he has to be safe - he has to be.

"Like I said, you don't have to tell me." Sokka's hand starts to fidget with the buttons again. "But I have it on good authority that I am a good listener."

"I'll... I'll keep that in mind." Zuko looks down at his hands, fingers rolling the ring back and forth against his thumb. "Thank you."

"Anytime, doc."

iii.

Somehow, fumbling through their collective social awkwardness, they manage to swap numbers.

At the end of the fall semester, Sokka texts Zuko for the first time.

S: hey, im gonna be a few minutes later. don't worry, im still coming.

Z: okay. thank you.

When Sokka finally pulls into the parking lot fifteen minutes late, he sees Zuko waiting outside the door, sitting on a bench, head buried in one of his chemistry textbooks.

"Hey," he puts his keys in the door. "You can just come in while I open, it won't take too long."

Zuko follows him inside, and he closes the door against the chill.

"You didn't have to text me," Zuko says, like it's a question.

"I wanted to," Sokka starts flipping on light switches. "I know you've got your routine, and I didn't want to stress you out when it got messed up."

"Why would that matter to you?"

"Um, I don't want you to be stressed? I kind of care about you."

"You... you care about me?" Zuko stands in the middle of the coffee shop, unmoving.

Sokka smiles. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Why?"

"I think we could be friends?"

"Oh." Zuko's face falls for a second - what Sokka has come to understand is his 'processing' face - and he looks back up a second later. "I think we could be friends too."

"Friendship with a barista has great perks, you know." Sokka laughs as he starts up the grinder. "Although the perks of a social worker friend aren't too bad either."

"How's that going? With your first semester ending?" Zuko sits on a stool at the bar and watches Sokka putter around behind it.

"Well, I'm going to pass Intro to Biology, not for lack of trying on Piandao's part - I swear he's trying to weed out all the humanities kids. It isn't even a weed out course!" He polishes an espresso glass furiously. "How are you doing?"

Zuko chokes. "Oh, I'm - I'm fine, you know it's a hard class and all -"

"You're getting an A, aren't you?" Sokka squints at him from behind a bag of coffee beans. "Curve breaker," he scoffs.

"Hey, it's not my fault that I'm, what did you call it? A 'burnt-out gifted kid with people pleasing tendencies'." Zuko crosses his arms and huffs at the memory of that conversation. Sokka had read him like a picture book. And it was not fair for one person to be that good at emotions.

"You are correct, I did indeed call you that." Sokka pulls the first shot of the morning. "And it looks like I was right."

"You know what you said the other week, about being a good listener?"

"Sure do," Sokka takes a sip of the espresso, swishing it around in his mouth before spitting it out. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, if we're going to be... friends, I just think you'd want to know that - I'm autistic." Zuko stares at Sokka searching his face for any cues about what the next words out of his mouth will be, waiting for the facade of friendship to drop. He furiously rolls the acupressure ring up and down his thumb.

"Okay, that's great!"

"...what."

Zuko's hands freeze and he squeezes the ring against his skin, feeling the pressure increase.

"That's great, I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me that. I kind of guessed your parents weren't as accommodating as mine?"

Zuko laughs something sour. "No, no they were not." He looks up in surprise as Sokka puts an iced matcha, extra honey, in front of him. "You're right though, I do feel safe here. I feel safe with you." Zuko looks down at the acupressure ring on his thumb, softening his grip. "You could have totally ignored me, but you didn't. Or you could've been mean about my quirks - but you weren't. Why?"

"Well, for starters, you tip well." Sokka smiles and leans across the counter, bracketing Zuko's elbows in with his own. "But you're also a really great guy - you're passionate, you want to make people's lives better, and you're also like, really beautiful."

Zuko feels his cheeks flush. "You really think that?" His fingers still against the fidget again, but he doesn't feel the need to press it into his skin. He's captivated by Sokka's words. Surely, Sokka couldn't actually mean -

"Oh, yeah. Every bit." Sokka brushes his hand against one of Zuko's, the one with the fidget ring. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yes, please, yes." After weeks, Sokka's hand is back in his, and Zuko thinks he's going to implode. "Can, can you hold both of my hands? With both of your hands?"

"Of course," Sokka's positively beaming, grabbing Zuko's hands and running his thumbs across his knuckles. "Now you're absolutely allowed to say no to my next question, and there are no hard feelings."

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Fuck yes."

The iced matcha is forgotten.

+ i

Sokka's feet hurt like hell. Mr. Iroh had called in him to work a double on Friday, and since he doesn't have any classes on Fridays, he foolishly agreed.

It won't seem so foolish once you see the paycheck, he reminds himself. He and Zuko have a deal. Zuko pays for his medical school with his job shelving books at the University library, and Sokka pays for their tiny apartment by caffeinating all of the other broke college kids in town. By some miracle, they seem to be able to make it work. Zuko graduated into the medical college a year early, which helps with tuition costs, and of course his brilliant boyfriend got all kinds of scholarships.

Sokka is indescribably proud of him.

The door bell jangles just as Sokka is wiping the crumbs off the last cafe table. "Hey, we're starting to close up for the night, so it'd better be a to-go order," he calls over his shoulder.

"Even for me?"

"Zuko!" Sokka drops his cloth immediately and spins around, pulling Zuko into a hug. Zuko taps the small of his back when he's ready to let go, and Sokka lets him go, beaming. "You came to visit me at work?"

"More like I picked up your favorite soup dumplings from Haru's across the street and thought we could walk home together?" Zuko shrugs, gesturing to the brown paper bag in his arms. "How's that sound to you?"

"Baby, that's just what I needed today." Sokka picks up his cleaning supplies. "Okay, I just need to put all of this away and then we can lock up and go home, how's that?"

"Great," Zuko smiles at him. "I may have also picked up some more Doctor Who DVDs from the library," he smirks.

"Oh, you trickster!" Sokka yells from the kitchen, before appearing again. "You used my one weakness, pork soup dumplings, against me in order to get your nerdy way."

"Oh, big talk coming from the guy who watches astronomy documentaries for fun," Zuko laughs as Sokka leads him out of the shop, switching off the lights and locking the door behind him. "If it were up to you, we'd be watching Cosmos all weekend, and I can only take so much of Neil deGrasse Tyson explaining the peculiarities of the moon."

"Hey, the moon is cool!"

"You are correct, the moon is very cool. It's freezing, because it's a rock. In space. With no atmosphere. Or life." Zuko deadpans, earning a light punch on the shoulder from Sokka.

"Fine, you get Doctor Who tonight, but Saturday is going to be all PBS Nova, baby. Brace yourself." Sokka takes Zuko's free hand into his as they start the walk home.

"Well, as long as you're there, I'm happy."

Notes:

fidgets in this work were inspired by those from shop StimBox

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skywalker-is-a-nerd-pass-it-on · 4 years ago

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that's a real cool hc :o

i can see them researching everything about past rebellions/revolutions from all over the galaxy to find out what works and what doesn't and under which circumstances they can act

and they get a whole lot of info from all the meetings they stand guard on as well, and they like, get how the senate works more than regular people who aren't into politics

they know what kind of bills get passed and what motivates the senators to vote in favour (greed and self interest ofc but no justice for the sake of it), and they also have a good hunch on what senators can be trusted (a select few)

bail is one of the founders of the rebellion though and i feel like the day they feel revolution is brewing, when the tipping point is there, they bring him into all their plans and stuff and tell him that they're ready to go whenever and they WILL but if he wants in he can join now but he's got to be quick about it because they're not waiting any longer

fox as a martyr though :x ugh i can see it i can totally see it

YesssssssssSSSSSSSSS

Obviously, I want Fox to be able to go off to a planet with white sandy beaches with Rhea and raise her in peace, but I might just have to settle with Fox in a coma with Rhea growing up to take her Buir's place at the Wartable much to her Ba'vode consternation. Compromises 😔

But y e s.

We Love And Respect Bail in this household, I would trust that A* dad with my life.

The Corries would literally be able to hear all of Palpatine's plans like,, all the time, because he thinks he has complete control over them. They're literally standing there, guarding the fucking door to The Room Where It Happens.

Whoops, they're stealing your secrets and interrupting your interplanetary takeovers and disrupting your operations of stealing children to feed your imperial beast.... whoops.

It's worse and angstier thinking about if the Corries are being steadily killed off, so Bail brings in other systems to join the Rebellion.

Just,, the thought of all them marching on, frontliners, Corries, Kids and all, leaving behind a legacy of justice in their fight for freedom, im crying okay, I have so many feelings about this always

#star wars #swtcw #star wars the clone wars #commander fox #the Rebellion #the corries #coruscant guard #clone headcanons #Palpatine's head boutta be squished like a pimple #ask #answered

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safetyhaxard · 4 years ago

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Do You Know Your Neighbors?

It was only midday, but the sun’s inescapable heat and glaring rays had already made the diner unbearable. It usually got hot around one or two, but today was supposed to be one of the hottest of the year. The Cook had a bandana tied around his forehead in a pathetic attempt to keep the sweat out of his eyes, but the waitresses had no choice but to wipe their foreheads with a spare napkin when they got the chance.

Well, it’s not like they didn’t have a lot of chances. At this time of year, most of the locals were out on vacation at the beach or a week-long tropical cruise. Sylvia was jealous of those who could go – her boss rarely let them take sick days, let alone vacations. Even when the tables were empty for hours, the bell on the door didn’t chime, and Cook stepped away from the grill because he had nothing to do. It was weird yet normal for the only cars in the lot to be Cook’s old Mustang that still shone like it was new and Sylvia’s beat up Ford. They’d listen to the second hand of the clock tick, the sound echoing against the linoleum, just to pass the time.

She didn’t know if the constant tick, tick, tick was better or worse than silence.

Jolene smiled weakly at her, noticing Sylvia’s blank stare and thinking she needed something (really, Sylvia had just been zoned out, feeling like she’d been in a trance from the hypnotic sound of the clock). “Sorry you gotta be here, hun. It’s just as dead as usual.”

“It’s fine,” Sylvia murmured. “It’s not your fault Boss thinks he’s God or something and needs to keep us in prison.”

Jolene chuckled at that – in the way someone laughs at you when they don’t find the joke all that funny. “God or summ’,” she repeated to herself, turning away to wipe some imagined dust off the counter.

Sylvia found herself watching as Jolene moved around the stools and bar. The latter was a curvy woman, probably what some would’ve called a ‘southern belle’ in her youth. Two kids and a husband who worked long hours wore her down, though, and her job was her only escape from that monotony. She often looked older than she was with the dark circles that colored under her eyes and the wrinkles forming around her lips. Despite that, she was almost certainly the peppiest member of the staff and subsequently got the best tips.

The bell chiming pulled her from her thoughts, and both waitresses turned toward the door, eyes flashing with curiosity and eyebrows raising in surprise.

A man stood next to the first booth, hands tucked into the back pockets of his jeans. He looked boyish, but he towered over Sylvia by at least a foot, thin and willowy. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, and it looked frizzy enough to indicate he probably had kept brushing it away and then given up. Once he noticed Sylvia’s eyes on him, he gave her a crooked grin and a little wave before tucking his hand back in his pocket.

“Can I help you?” Sylvia asked, putting on a bright smile and grabbing a menu from the counter. “We ain’t had many customers today, so we’ll have to brew a fresh pot of coffee if you’d like a cup.”

The man gave another toothy grin that stretched a bit too wide. “Aw, no ma’am, that’s alright. I’ll just take a water, please.”

“Comin’ right up. You can sit anywhere you’d like to, hun. We’re dead as can be.” Something about his smile had been off putting, sending a chill down her arms, but she kept up the cheery demeanor. Just ‘cause you don’t like him grinning like that don’t mean you slip up, Sylvie, she thought to herself.

“Thank you very much,” he answered, sweeping around to perch in the booth closest to the door.

Jolene had come back out from the kitchen where she’d been with Cook to see who Sylvia was speaking to. “Good mornin’ to you. What’s a young fella like you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?” Always the charmer, she could use that to snoop into everybody’s business when they came in – quite a talent, really. It made her a good gossip, which had both its perks and drawbacks for those she spoke to.

“Just passing through, ma’am.”

“Oh, no need for that. Just call me Jo.” She laid down a set of silverware and a handful of napkins, glancing up as Sylvia came back with a glass of ice water. “Got business in town?”

The man looked out the window, a not-quite-a-smile flashing across his lips. “You could say that.”

Jolene didn’t seem to notice his face. “Well, hun, a man like you’s gotta need a hearty meal, right? We’ve got a nice bacon cheeseburger meal, but if you’re looking for breakfast, I’m sure Cook wouldn’t mind grilling up some eggs for ya. What’s your name, hunny?”

“Randall Harrison, ma’am. That cheeseburger sounds real nice.” He ran a hand through his hair, most of it staying back but a few strands falling back into his face.

“You got it, hun. Jus’ yell if you need anything else.”

Sylvia followed Jolene back to the kitchen, the latter giving the ticket to Cook. “Don’t you think he’s a little young to be havin’ business? It’s a small town anyways, nobody wants to go there. Especially not this time of year.”

Jolene gave a chortle and nudged the younger woman with her shoulder. “Now don’t go all detective-y on the poor man.”

“It’s just a little weird to me,” she defended.

Jolene arched a brow at her. “Weird for somebody to wanna grab a bite in this heat?”

“I’m just saying—“

“For the love of all things holy, don’t go bugging ‘im.”

Sylvia stared at Jolene for a moment, waiting to see if she’d cave at all. When she didn’t, Sylvia finally answered, “Fine, I’ll leave it be.”

The pair looked over at Randall, who was now doodling on a napkin with a pen — who knows where he got the red ballpoint. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he glared down at his work.

“Go keep him company,” Jolene commanded. “He came out here lookin’ for a meal, not to be lonely.”

“Yes’m,” Sylvia grumbled in resignation, walking back to the booth.

Randall looked up as she approached. “What time is it?”

“Oh, it’s—“ a look toward the clock, the second hand still tick, tick, ticking— “11:36, hun. Somethin’ you’re waiting for?”

“Just a few more minutes, then.” He caught Sylvia’s eyes and grinned, but this time, the boyishness had disappeared from his face. The warmth of his smile didn’t reach his eyes, feeling forced and icy cold. A blink, and the look was gone, and he was back to doodling.

She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “What kind of business do you got in town?”

“Why’s it matter?” he asked her.

She shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “Curiosity, I s’pose?”

He didn’t bother to look back up at her as he scribbled faster. “The important kind.”

“What does that mean?”

A deathly moment of silence ensued as he stared at her. It was a chilling kind of stare, the sort that makes somebody feel more like a mouse in an owl’s claws than a person. There was a knowing gleam to his eye, and though she was certain he couldn’t have heard the conversation from here, Sylvia felt that he knew what she’d said back in the kitchen. “You’re a bright girl, Sylvia,” Randall responded at last. “You’re suspicious of me, right? But your ditzy coworker there isn’t. Your cook probably isn’t, either. You wanna know why?”

Sylvia threw a look over her shoulder and searched for Jolene, wondering why the man’s food wasn’t out here already. Having someone out here, maybe he wouldn’t be saying such strange things. No dice, though — she couldn’t even hear her coworkers speaking to each other.

“Do you want to know why?” he asked again, more insistent.

“Yes?” she stuttered, hesitating before meeting his gaze once more.

He smirked. “Check what time it is again.”

“11:36.” Wait, still?

“Something about that doesn’t feel natural, does it?”

She jerked up from the seat, an invisible weight settling on her chest. “No, the clock is just… It’s just broken.”

“It always ticks. How else do you pass the time but to listen? This is the first time it’s been silent, isn’t it, Sylvia? Is the silence nice?” Randall taunted.

The waitress shook her head. “No, it has to be broken. That’s all.” I don’t care how weird it is, the clock is just broken. That’s how things go, they break. It’s not its fault for bad timing. It’s just a coincidence.

He stood up to face her, his height so much more than hers, making her feel scared and small and insignificant. “What more proof do you need? Do you want the sun to go dark? Locusts to swarm the windows? Do you want me to turn the water in the faucets to blood? Would you rather that I don red horns and fiery robes to prove to you who I am?”

A look at her hands showed her how badly she was shaking, tears welling up behind her eyes and knees shuddering against each other. “You’re insane. Demons don’t really exist, you’re just a person.”

Randall leaned in, an icy cool hand roughly grabbing her chin to yank her gaze to meet his. “You poor thing, telling yourself lies to make yourself feel better.”

“If you’re really a demon, why are you here?”

“To deliver justice.” His eyes seemed to flash red, and though Sylvia didn’t believe him, she didn’t think that she imagined the shift in color. “Do you know how awful the people in that small little town next door are? Liars, thieves, whores, murderers. The whole bunch of them. Men taking advantage of women for fun, teens getting high on the strong stuff, people in power begging for cash they don’t need, spouses with double lives. Why that town attracts those folks, I can’t say, but it does. A little haven where no one looks twice and everyone pretends they know nothing. I think it’s time that the lot finds out what karma waits for them, don’t you think?”

She was frozen in her slip ons, but Sylvia managed to gasp, “You’re lying to me. I know my neighbors, and none of them are what you’re saying.”

“Then you don’t really know them, girl. You’re one of the few innocents, but even Jolene and Cook aren’t. Have you ever met Jolene’s husband? She killed him last year in a rage before burying his body in the backyard. Have you wondered how Cook has such a nice house on the salary this place has? His brother is a drug lord, and in return for recommending his brother to any drug addict he comes across, he gets a good cut of it. Even your boss is an asshole - working you to death and further, all so he can take the profits and pay you barely enough to survive.” He finally released her chin, pushing her into a chair and just watching as she landed on its seat. “You’re blind to it all, but it’s time you figured it out.”

Sylvia watched as the man stalked back to where Jolene and Cook were, as she found herself glued to the chair and unable to even call out their names. Through the order window, she could finally see them, frozen in place by the stove mid conversation. Jolene’s mouth was open in what looked like a laugh, and Cook had a spatula still grasped in his palm as he went to flip a burger.

Randall reached them and reached a hand towards each, the air suddenly static around him. Two fingers touched both Cook’s and Jolene’s foreheads, and it was like the light and life was sucked from them. Both went limp but still stood, their eyes losing their shine and falling shut. Their skin dulled and hair lost its volume as Randall drew his hands away.

Finally, Sylvia was able to find her words, air rushing down her throat as if her chest was a vacuum. “What the fuck?” she yelled.

He quickly returned to her, standing solemnly over her. “I’m sparing you, Sylvia. You’ll find a good amount of cash in your accounts, and no one will ask questions. You go find somewhere else to be and a better job. Forget about this place and this day, and you’ll be just fine. Don’t do anything wrong, and you’ll never see me again.”

“Did you just kill them?!”

“I’m not going to kill you, so does it matter?”

“You killed them!”

Randall glared at her before turning towards the door. “Take my advice, Sylvia. You’re a smart girl. Do better.”

Her body shook so hard that the chair legs were clacking against the linoleum floor. “You just fucking killed my friends in front of me!”

With a sigh, he turned back around and touched two fingers to Sylvia’s forehead. The air was crackling again with static but subtler. “This isn’t your death. I keep my promises. You just need to relax and think straight.”

Her vision began to swim, then go dark. She swayed sideways before falling to the floor with a crack. Pain lanced through her head, a small cry leaking from her throat. She refused to succumb to the darkness, though, and kept her eyes trained on Randall’s figure moving towards the door.

What she didn’t expect, just as the darkness consumed her — horns seemed to sprout from his head and curl around his ears, bat-like wings sprung from his shoulder blades, and fire outlined each step as he lifted his foot from the floor.

He isn’t a demon, is he — he’s the Devil himself.

The door slammed behind him, and finally the clock began to tick, tick, tick again.

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faemen · 4 years ago

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#all my friends that ive gotten into gi have passed me in ar 😒 whatever i can exploit your maxed out chars now for my own benefits at least!

My Top Posts in 2021

celesgiri headcanons

this is fully self indulgent

tea dates!!! whether they go out to cafes or just brew some at home, they like having tea dates :)) they prefer quieter cafes when they do go out though

kyoko likes coffee too, so celeste learned how to make her coffee and kyoko makes awesome royal milk tea

celeste LOVES dressing kyoko up. her detective gf is so pretty and she wants to get her pretty dresses to show that

also celeste just. really likes running her hands through kyoko's hair?? likes it's really soft and stuff and hfhdgj

kyoko probably overworks a lot and celeste needs her beauty sleep. that being said, celestia will make kyoko tea and stuff and remind her to rest a lot. to make up for the allnighters, celeste takes a lot of like small naps so she invites kyoko to come too

celeste can get VERY jealous and overprotective lmao. kyoko also does get jealous just less,,,loudly so

they like to hold hands hfhjskg

kyoko loves her goth gf

they're both kinda bad with emotions so it takes them a while to like. confess. they both KNOW they fancy each other though, there's no confusion. it's just,,,kyoko tends to not Really Say Much At All and celestia hides it behind half lies and offhand compliments

celeste uses pet names like dear, darling, old fashioned stuff like that, and also a lot of like. princess and things

kyoko though doesn't use tooo many petnames, more so nicknames and stuff.

kyoko is definitely a cat person so she and grand bois chéri ludenberg get along very well

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id like to think im smart

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new rb/ask game what would your objection bubble be if you were in ace attorney

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expose yourself by listing which ace attorney singular case side characters are your favourites, ill go first

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ace attorney??? more like really fucking gay attornies who are SO THICKHEADED i am going to kill them

why couldnt this just be a fandom thing like i thought it was before i played. why cant they just make these canon. why must we suffer so

i dont even want them to be canon cuz yknow normal reasons, i just want the fu kdingnf PINING TO STOP cuz its SO MUCH WORSE EVERY TIME

wrightworth? killed me. not bc of their cuteness or normal ship reasons, nooo instead you change your entire major for a guy you knew for 4 months when you were 9 and book a private jet cuz you thought the guy was dying and gain unnecessary feelings and have that man shine brilliantly in your eyes and share a deep dark secret with the exact same girl who just confessed her love to a guy and being great partners and trusting in each other to find the truth and enjoy biting into apples because theyre red and

klapollo? dont even get me started. once again, not because of normal ship reasons, but because they make me so infuriatingly mad. but yknow being used to getting inspected by the ladies but feeling that way for the first time with a man and calling each other cool while blushing and treating your guitars like lovers instead of smashing them on stage and singing a song about your boyfriend being the prosecutions witness and taking care your heart isnt stolen away and wiping pretty smiles off your opponents face and pulling the darkness out of him and being dazzled and literally asking him out to dinner is all normal and straight dude stuff

lanamia? girlfriends? really? i cant believe you thought that going to law school together and being both a detective and prosecution at the same time she was a defense attorney and being close enough to her you had to push her away and break contact when you got involved with a murder and dying at the hands of the man that blackmailed her and her being the first person you tried to contact when you were in trouble and being attracted to her (intellectually) could possibly mean anything not straight at all.

franmaya?? wtf are you on about??? wdym you saw acts of lesbianisms when two women admire each others strengths for being so strong in her own way in the exact same situation as herself and when theyre narrative foils and when one of them avoids whipping the other despite not doing this for pretty much anyone else and when she spends all night on a freezing cold mountain doing something extremely difficult to make sure the other is okay and out as soon as possible?

faraskye? HA dont make me laugh. why are you even telling me about how theyre literally a detective and thief which fits the trope perfectly and about how they investigate together and about how they worry about each other and how they both have big dreams about their careers in the future which theyre super passionate about and have entirely planned until something comes in their way?? this is all heterosexual behaviour???

blackmadhi? you mean having opposite designs that are black + edgy and white + holy while having the complete opposite personalities to their outfits and calling each other sad monk and reverse panda while fiercely going off against each other because neither of them can bear to lose and putting up facades to keep others away from their true selves but still caring about their younger siblings and doing anything for their sakes? yeah i dont see it.

junithena? youve got to be kidding. playing together in the woods as children and growing up to still remember each other even when others dont approve and being determined to help her find her true self and being worried that shes anxious while remembering what happens when she does even though its been years and getting mad at anyone who bothers her and sobbing because she gave you an orange and promising to defend her no matter what and taking a risk so that she doesnt get in trouble in court and calling each other nicknames and getting jealous that two people are fighting over her love while calling her a bunch of compliments and being supportive but sad when she gets a crush on a guy for some weird forking reason doesnt mean anything at all.

asoryuu????? whaaaat??? cant believe you ever thought that being certified besties and taking a huge risk so that said bestie wouldnt lose their dream and calling each others partners like every line and that thinking hes the pride and joy of your university and not sleeping in the same bed so you can go into the closet and teasing each other while still showing your unbreakable bond is homosexual activity.

tldr: theyre straight /s and i hate them

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me: im gonna write my ww2 au tonight my brain: hahahah fuck you literally just a ridiculous Luca AU that popped into my head and wouldn’t stop

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PART 1

“So I’ve called in an old buddy of mine,” Isaac was telling him over an opulent breakfast in an opulent hotel Luca couldn’t remember the name of. He had lost track of the cities they travelled to, there were so many over the years. The only one constant in his life was Isaac. “Blake Ryan. He’s a pilot,” Isaac continued. “Finished his military service a few years back and he’s been looking for something to fill his time.”

Luca glanced at the webpage Isaac showed him. “Is that him?” he asked curiously. “He’s hot.”

Isaac snorted, pulling the tablet back towards himself. “A little too old for you, Luc.”

“What? How old is he?”

Isaac frowned and counted back on his fingers. “He’d be getting close to forty this year I’d say… no, wait, he’s thirty eight.”

“That’s not old,” Luca scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “That’s only a few years younger than you.”

“Believe me when I tell you I feel every single one of those years when I’m with you,” Isaac told him dryly. He glanced back at the tablet’s screen and took a sip of his coffee. Luca wondered what specialty brew he had today. Isaac and his love of coffee was legendary. “But with the full schedule we have coming up with the tour, we need him.”

“Why? Can’t the agency just give us another pilot?”

“No, I want Ryan. He’ll be a damn sight more reliable than whatever the agency keep sending us. It’s not just him though. He comes with his own plane too. Actually, a small fleet of them.”

Luca chewed his cereal, impressed but then he frowned. “Can we afford that though?”

Isaac gave Luca an assessing look over the rim of his coffee cup, as though to check if Luca was merely teasing or if the question was legitimate. “Yes, Luca,” he said slowly. “We can afford it. You really don’t know how much you’re worth, do you?”

Luca shrugged and reached for another spoonful of sugar that had Isaac frowning. “It’s never been about the money. You know that.”

“I do. Put down the sugar.”

Luca’s spoon hovered over his bowl and he sighed, sliding the spoon back where it belonged. He missed those cute little sugar cubes they had in the UK. He would have been too fast for Isaac to stop him if he had one of those.

He stared down at his unsweetened and now soggy cereal. “Well, I trust you. If you say we need him, we need him.”

“I haven’t steered you wrong yet, have I?”

Luca meet Isaac’s dark eyes and his lips curved. “Nope, you’re a fine captain of this ship.”

That made Isaac laugh. “And what ship is that? HMAS Luca?”

“Hey, that’s got a nice ring to it,” Luca teased back. “So when do we I get to meet him? Your friend?”

“Later. He’ll be flying us to Paris.”

Luca glanced again at the tablet’s screen again. The pilot’s face looked back at him, cool and formal in his official portrait on the webpage. Luca’s interest was definitely piqued. “Cool.”

Luca hadn’t had a lot of boyfriends. Life on the road kept him too busy for any attempts at romance, and it was hard to trust anyone really liked him for him - and not just the buzz and fame that came with his success with his music.

First, there had been Saxon – a hard lesson learned that burned Luca badly. His star had almost burned out before it rose thanks to Saxon but Luca had funneled his hurt into some of his biggest hits. Then there had been Ben, a sweet roadie Luca thought he might have been able to have something special with but he had spooked too easily and the whole relationship had fizzled before it even begun.

For all his music and songs about love and romance, there was precious little of it in Luca’s life.

The pilot was waiting for them in the hangar, dark glasses over his eyes to block out the harsh sunlight leaking in through the open doors and glinting off the private luxury jet behind him. The plane was elegant, state of the art, a shield and a coat of arms adoring the tail wing in shades of blue and green and hints of yellow but it wasn’t really the plane caught kept Luca’s attention.

For as hot as the pilot had looked in his profile photo on Isaac’s tablet, the reality didn’t do him an ounce of justice, Luca realized with a swallow.

Blake Ryan looked older in person than Luca had expected, but his lines only added to his air of rugged experience. He held himself with unmistakable self-confidence, a man who knew what he was about and cared little about what others thought. He had a dark red beard that Luca had the sudden, unmistakable and desperate urge to touch to see if it was as soft as it looked and a single shock of silver hair, bright on one side and flopped over to catch the sun. Blake Ryan wasn’t tall like Isaac, average height but still taller than Luca’s lithe frame. He stood waiting for them in a classic white and black pilot’s uniform and his black pants clung to his thighs and ass enough that Luca had to mentally remind himself not to fucking stare.

Isaac introduced them and walked away to answer the insistent bell of his phone. Luca struggled to speak when the pilot took his glasses off, revealing the most piercing blue eyes Luca had ever seen.

Ryan held out a hand and Luca took it.

For a heartbeat he was frozen in place, blood rushed in his ears and he swore he heard the echo of voices - then he fell back into the moment with a jolt.

“Uh. Oh, um,” he said stupidly, still dazed. “Hi. I’m Luca.”

There was a twitch around the pilot’s mouth. “I ken. I’ve heard ye music.”

“Oh,” Luca flushed, noting somewhere distant that the pilot’s accent was Scottish and he needed to hear more of it before his thoughts snapped back and he wondered if the pilot liked his stuff, or if he considered Luca’s art just more manufactured teeny bopper madness. He wanted Ryan to like it, he realized. He couldn’t understand why it meant so much that he did when Luca had long since accepted he couldn’t please everyone, but it did. But Luca wasn’t game to ask.

Isaac strode back over, tucking his phone back into his pocket and giving Luca and Ryan’s still joined hands a hard glance.

“Ryan,” he snapped abruptly. “Have you lodged the flight plans? We need to be in Paris by midnight.”

“Aye,” Ryan released Luca’s hand then, a slow uncurling of his fingers that only made Isaac frown harder. Luca looked down, startled to realize he hadn’t let go, that he didn’t want to let go but forcing himself to do so. He released Ryan stepped back quickly.

Ryan winked at Luca. “It’s been twenty years and he still likes te boss me about.”

“I have to boss you about, or nothing would get done,” Isaac said with exasperated irritably. Ryan tossed his head back and laughed.

“Oh, is that so mo charaid? So why did you wannae hire me then? It’s because you missed my pretty face? Or my sparklin’ wit, aye?”

Isaac chuckled and Luca watched fascinated to see the tension ease and roll off Isaac’s shoulders, however briefly at Ryan’s teasing. “Yeah, that’s exactly what it was. Come on, let’s get this show on the road. Get those preflight checks happening.”

“Yes, sir,” Ryan mocked, in a perfect imitation of Isaac’s accent and making Luca giggle.

The pilot headed towards the plane, spinning around after a few meters to walk backwards as he called out to Luca. Luca was almost sorry to miss out on the perfect view of his ass in those pants, except what he called out to Luca was better.

“If ye bored in the cabin, feel free to come sit up front with me, lad. I’ll be sure to show you a thing or two.”

He flashed Luca another grin, brash and brave, and more than a little cocky as he slipped his dark glasses back over his eyes and turned back to walk out onto the tarmac.

Luca almost swooned.

“Oh my god,” he whispered but quickly covered it under a cough when he felt Isaac’s narrowed look on him.

“Something in your throat, Luca?” Isaac asked mildly.

“Um. No. Not at all.”

“Good. Because we have less than twenty four hours before you’re back on stage.” Isaac started to walk off. “Can’t have any distractions now, can we?”

Luca scurried off after him.

The flight was uneventful in the way most private flights were. Uneventful and lonely and Luca was mostly bored, staring out into the blue sky outside his window, watching the puffs of white roll by under the jet’s wing. He was only half listening to Isaac as he went over the list of Luca’s upcoming media commitments, photoshoots and meetings. It was exhausting. The same grind in every city, the same inane questions and digging for dirt over and over. No one had told him when he started writing songs in his bedroom and playing them for his foster dad that there would be so much non-music involved. He was grateful for Isaac to take the brunt of the day to day management and it had been Isaac who had posted his first video on the web. It had all taken off from there. He led a charmed life – how many other twenty one year olds could say they’d travelled to the places he’d been or, or amassed the fanbase he had or the credits in the bank? But sometimes Luca felt guilty. All he had wanted was to play his music and maybe see some of the world while there was still something to see.

And maybe it would be fun to see it with someone who mattered… his person. If they even existed.

His mind wandered in circles as the melancholy ache in his chest grew louder. This thoughts drifted towards the front of the plane, towards the cockpit and Luca allowed himself a rare indulgence to think about something other than his career or what was expected of him.

Suddenly, the pilot’s offer to sit with him seemed like the most interesting thing in his life.

Isaac’s voice cut through his thoughts. “You’re not listening to a single word I’m saying, are you?”

Luca sat up but looked down at his feet sheepishly. “Um. No. Sorry. Can we pick this up later? We still have ages to go and… My brain is kinda tired.”

Isaac’s expression softened. “Sure, Luc. I suppose none of this is going anywhere. I might go catch some shut eye myself. You’ll be alright out here?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Might just play a video game or something on my phone.”

“When are you going to let me get you an upgrade on one of those things,” Isaac shook his head as Luca pulled out his trusty old phone in its garish blue camo case. It was a few years old, and definitely not the most up to date and hip thing out there, but the phone contained all the most important bits of his life that wasn’t his guitar or his father – photos, notes, videos – all his three am scribbles and half rambled thoughts. It was all on his trusty old unit.

“Look, Nebo does me just fine, thanks, Dad.”

“Why can’t you be a normal teenager and hassle me for the latest tech and upgrades? You know Kio was at me again this morning for the newest model gaming rig. Six calls, Luca. He called me six times just while I was having a shower.”

“Must have been a long shower,” Luca joked. Isaac’s face twisted in a held back laugh.

“No, it was not.”

“Did you give it to him though?”

Isaac sighed dramatically, like he’d sacrificed more than a few keystrokes and half his sanity to boot. “I send him the codes for the credit chits.”

“Good,” Luca said happily as he wriggled down in his plush seat. “He’ll love that. And I like looking out for him.”

“You’re a good kid, Luc. You sure you’ll be okay?”

Luca rolled his eyes. “Yes, dad. I’ll be fine. Where am I gonna go?”

“Stay off the wing,” Isaac teased, gathering up his tablet and his jacket as he climbed to his feet. “And don’t talk to strangers. Call me when you get there-“

Luca cackled. “Yes, Dad,” he sang out around his grin.

Isaac paused, looking down at Luca with dark eyes that suddenly grew soft. “You know, I love it when you call me that, kiddo,” he said quietly. He squeezed Luca’s shoulder as he moved passed him towards the back of the plane. He soon slipped into one of the plane’s cabins.

Luca looked out the window again, watching the clouds, his phone still dark and dull in his hands. Then he glanced towards the front of the plane.

His feet were moving before he had a chance to talk himself out of it.

The cockpit was quiet when Luca appeared in the doorway, rapping gently on the frame. The pilot glanced over his shoulder, smiled in greeting and gestured silently at the co-pilot chair for Luca to take a seat.

Ryan wasn’t wearing his sunglasses now, and Luca was once again struck by the blue of his eyes when he turned to face him. They felt familiar somehow, like maybe they had met once before but he was sure he would remember eyes like that if they had.

Luca slunk in and sat down nervously.

“Um, hi. You said I could come up here and…”

Luca shrugged, trying to be casual but suddenly feeling anything but. His face felt hot and he was sure his cheeks were red under his brown skin.

Ryan gave him a wry glance as he turned back to the controls. There were so many buttons and dials and screens Luca was terrified to touch anything. He sat on his hands lest he accidently knock the stick and sent the plane crashing into a nose dive.

“That won’t happen,” Ryan assured him with a chuckle when he said as much. “I won’t let us crash.”

“Well, that’s good to know,” Luca said back weakly. Ryan glanced at him again, but this time their gazes stuck and held.

Those eyes again, the curve of his mouth. There was something there that tickled the very edges of Luca’s mind.

“Have we met before?” he suddenly blurted.

“No, lad. I think I would remember meeting someone as bright and as bonnie as ye.”

Luca flushed at the way Ryan smiled at him. His gaze refused to let him go.

“I’d remember you,” he said confidently, then found himself flushing harder with embarrassment. “I mean, I would, uh- because, you’re… uh, your eyes-“

“I’m flattered, lad.”

The tone he used to say it in was low and Luca swore it held a promise of something he couldn’t quite place. Something just out of reach that made him think of his music, like when he was on the cusp of discovering that perfect melody, the missing piece that made all his music fall together in a tune people couldn’t get out of their heads.

Luca opened his mouth to speak just as something beeped on one of the multitude of screens in front of them. Alarmed, Luca sat up and the spell was broken, leaving Luca with the tang of disappointment in his mouth and not entirely sure why.

Ryan turned back to his instruments as Luca fretted beside him.

“What is that? Why is it beeping?”

“Nuthin’ to worry about,” Ryan said soothingly. He slid Luca a small smirk. “Dinnae tell me you’re a nervous flier now, boy?”

“No,” Luca scoffed, vaguely affronted by the thought. “But I’ve always been curious. Actually… I’ve always wanted to learn,” he admitted self-consciously.

“Ah, did ye now?” The pilot eyed him with new appreciation and Luca had the absurd impulse to preen. He wanted Ryan to look at him like that again. Luca wondered what the pilot’s voice would sound like crooning soft praise into Luca’s ear.

He pushed the thought aside quickly.

“So, um, what do I call you?” he asked instead. “Mr Ryan? Blake? Flyboy?”

Ryan laughed at the last one and Luca grinned. “Just Ryan will do, lad. No one uses my first name.”

“Isaac said you’re kinda sensitive about it,” Luca supplied helpfully. “Three first names and all.”

“He told ye that? That numpty bastard.” It was said with enough humor that Luca laughed along with him, surprised to realise he felt at ease with Ryan already. And he rarely felt at ease with anyone so quickly. He never knew what they really wanted from him but Ryan was an old friend of Isaac’s and Luca felt instinctively that he was safe.

Ryan had good energy, Luca decided.

“Ryan, huh?” Luca tasted it on his tongue. He liked it. He liked him. “Okay. But you have to call me Luca. The last guy insisted on calling me Mr Moreno and it made me feel like my dad and it was sooo not cool.”

Ryan held his gaze, not laughing the way Luca expected him too. His own wild grin faded as he fell into the look Ryan was giving him. It felt heavy, but in a way Luca suddenly wished he could explore on more than just on a surface level.

There was a pull, a tiny tug, somewhere deep inside him.

“Luca,” Ryan said softly, not breaking eye contact.

Luca had never liked the sound of his own name more than he did in that moment.

The worst part about touring was the frantic pace.

So many different venues, so many different hotel rooms in different countries, so many time zones. There were days Luca woke up, blinking into the light flashing from his alarm clock and hating the way his phone buzzed and jumped across the bedside table. Isaac had a habit of placing it just out of reach after he had fallen asleep, far enough away that Luca had no choice but to get up to shut the damn thing off and by that point he was up and irritated he didn’t feel like going back to bed anyway.

It was all part of Isaac’s devious plan to keep him on track.

He swung out of bed and freshened up in the bathroom, staring at his face blearily in the wide, unforgiving mirror above the sink. Sometimes he looked at himself and didn’t know who it was looking back at him. Some days he looked at himself and wondered when it was all going to come crashing down, when would the world wake up and realise he wasn’t worthy of all the attention and the credits thrown at him, he was just some kid from the lower wards that got lucky, living a life that was never really meant for him.

And some days he looked at himself and wondered when would it be his turn to experience all the things he wrote about in his songs. A love as deep and as wide as the ocean. A love that boomed as loudly as thunder.

He ran a hand through his dark curls and sighed, knowing if he spent too much longer in the bathroom, Isaac would come in after him and haul him out by his ear if he had to. Isaac was his adopted father, but he was Luca’s manager too and he already knew he had a full schedule today. Meetings, signings, photoshoots, rehearsals, sound checks and training – there was plenty to keep him too busy to feel lonely.

He was surprised to find Isaac wasn’t alone when he stepped out of his room. The hotel suite’s breakfast laden mahogany table overlooked the city streets below. In the distance, Luca caught a glimpse of the white sails of the opera house and the iconic bridge, both local landmarks.

“’Mornin’,” Ryan said to him warmly, eyes glittering over the rim of his mug as Luca slipped into his seat beside Isaac and opposite the pilot. Luca’s heart leapt with an unexpected thrill to see him, although he wished he’d tided his hair a little better.

He rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously as Isaac peered over at him. He had his dark rimmed glasses on today. “How did you sleep kiddo?”

“Okay, I guess,” Luca shrugged and reached for one of the sweet pastries laid out on the table. The amount of food for three people was obscene – plates piled high with fresh fruit and cereal, cold meats and cheeses, bread and sweet things, even bacon and scrambled eggs like what Isaac had in front of him.

Isaac lifted a stern eyebrow at Luca’s slow reach. “No.”

“What?” Luca protested feebly, eying the plate of pastries in front of him with obvious longing. His trainer had him on a strict eating plan Luca was convinced only purpose of it was to suck the joy out of life. “Not even one?”

“Not until you eat your fruit. Then still no.”

Luca groaned and poked at the bowl of fruit Isaac shoved in front of him. “Why are they even here then?”

Isaac plucked one of the pastries off the tray plate. He gave Luca a grin as he took a bite and Luca whimpered sadly. “I’m not the one on an eating plan.”

“That’s so mean,” Luca pouted. “Tell him, Ry. It’s so mean, isn’t it?”

Ryan’s answer was a chuckle behind his coffee cup. Luca didn’t see the slight narrowing of Isaac’s eye at the shortening of the pilot’s name or the speculation it reflected. He brushed it off quickly, flashing Luca a smug grin.

“Ah, that’s the price of fame and fortune, kiddo.”

“So mean,” Luca muttered, sighing into his slices of melon and trying not to gag on his protein drink.

Two days later, somewhere over the pacific, Luca slid into the cockpit once again. Ryan said nothing but nodded to the small white box sitting on the co-pilot seat.

“Pastries,” Luca whispered reverently as he carefully opened the box. The smell of powdered sugar and cinnamon made his mouth water. “Oh my god? You… you got these for me?”

“Dinnae seem fair for ye to miss out.”

Luca smiled gratefully in Ryan’s direction, already eagerly reaching for one of the sweet treats.

“Oh,” he said, his face suddenly falling and his hand frozen in mid-air. He thought about the barks of his trainer and the eating plan he was supposed to follow. It didn’t allow carbs. Or sugar. Definitely no carbs and these pastries were almost all carbs. In fact, they were nothing but carbs and sugar – tiny pockets of heaven Luca wasn’t allowed to have.

He lowered them to his lap sadly. “I… I can’t. I have this… coming up, a photoshoot and a movie thing and I have to… I can’t. My trainer would kill me.”

Ryan turned to him, his expression hard and fierce as he reached out to take one of Luca’s hands. Ink across the back of his knuckles drew Luca’s eye to their joined palms and he didn’t stop to think as he linked their fingers.

“Ye’re beautiful,” Ryan told him, his voice a harsh whisper. He caught Luca’s gaze with his, held it until Luca was lost in it. “Dun let anyone tell you otherwise. And if ye were my boy, I’d tell ye that every day so you never ever forgot it.”

Ryan released him to sit back in his seat, once again turning his attention back to the flight controls, leaving Luca to blink and wonder if he had just imagined what had just happened. Was it real? Or some fantasy his sugar and carb deprived and contact starved mind could conjure up?

Luca looked out at the clouds outside and ate his pastry.

The words haunted him.

They played on a loop in Luca’s brain until he was sure he was going to go crazy with it. They made his blood hot, his knees weak, and Luca couldn’t stop thinking about what ever door inside him that had unlocked with the heavy way they had been uttered.

He stood under the spray of the water and tried to remember the exact tone and timbre of the pilot’s voice as he closed his eyes and stroked himself. He tried to remember the exact shade of blue, the way his mouth curved behind his beard, the deep lines against his forehead as he frowned. He tried to replay the entire moment, but it was just one part that he kept getting stuck on. One split second he wanted to live in forever.

…my boy…

Luca moaned as the ecstatic release washed over him and he splashed against the wall of the shower with the memory of those words echoing through his brain. Weak and spent, he laid a hand against the glass, pressed his wet curls against it and tried not to think about the fact he just jerked off to lewd thoughts of his father’s friend at best and technically a contracted employee at worst. The levels of inappropriateness were sky high, yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He let the water run over him a bit longer, hoping it would wash away his shame as much as it washed away the remains of his jizz.

Later, he wouldn’t be able to look Ryan in the eye.

#popstar au

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fortheloveoflizards · 5 years ago

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ive actually been a fan of wof for years now, im just not super active in the fandom and i guess id like to be? so here i am, sending u an awkward ask lol. anyways, the more i think about animus magic, the more i hate the way tui executed the concept? like theres barely any consequences or limitations. dragons can do whatever they want with it, which is bad for the plot. idk what are ur thoughts?

Hah, this isn’t awkward at all, I actually do have a lot of thoughts on animus magic, particularly how it differs in each tribe. I think giving each tribe different types of magic, as well as individual drawbacks on top of the general “you go crazy if you abuse your power”. Though I think the latter could have worked as more of a “if you use your power selfishly, it’ll turn on you” sort of situation? In my headcanons, each tribe has a type of magic they work best with, and a type of magic that puts strain on their physical form.

As the tribe closest in appearance to traditional European dragons, I like to headcanon Skywing animus magic as Weather and Element based. Stuff like creating storms and controlling wind currents is easy to imagine, but also magic pertaining to emotions, often fueled by the feelings of the animus themselves. A Skywing animus might find it easiest to use an object to better conduct magic, like a branch or, most commonly, crystals of different types. Skywing magic is what you would call “cast spells”, meaning they have no need to write or say what they wish to do, just think or “feel” it. As for drawbacks, emotional instability is kind of obvious, huh? There’s also bad weather being attracted to the animus, and parts of their body slowly turning into whatever object they used to channel their spells. As an example, using crystals in his spells might result in an animus’ scales turning into crystals themselves, whereas an animus that used a branch to direct air currents would notice her tail growing small twigs and leaves out from between her scales. The magic Skywings have most difficulty with is Herbal and Brewed magic. I feel since Skywing magic is very much based on action and emotion, it would be difficult for a Skywing animus to properly channel it in such a passive way.

Mudwing animus magic is perhaps my favourite to think about, it being what I call Herbal or Brewed magic. Mudwing animi specialize in potions and medicine, though this is more of an inherent tribe skill, their magic works best when imbued into food or drink. To continue with this technique, “power-ups” would be cool to see. Potions to give a dragon super strength or speed, or to keep their scales permanently warm so they can always breath fire. I think Mudwings would be most likely to use so called “magical ingredients” for their spells, as in the act of the animus using an ingredient makes it magic, rather than a normal dragon including it in their stew. I don’t feel there would be much room for drawbacks when it comes to Mudwing magic, so I’m gonna say there isn’t one. However, I will say Brewed magic is one of the hardest to perfect, as if a quantity of ingredient is even slightly off, disaster is imminent. Transformation magic is likely to be the hardest for a Mudwing animus to use. While Brewed magic is hard, it’s precise and a recipe can be done a hundred times for a hundred different dragons, and the effects never alter. Transformation magic is the opposite, in that the spell must be altered for every dragon, as every dragon is slightly different.

Next up is Sandwings! They lean most towards Written and Solar based magic. As you can guess, this means their magic is linked at least partially to the sun. Though they can’t control them, Sandwing animi often have very keen senses when it comes to the weather and seasonal changes. Change itself is a big thing for Sandwings, so seasonal magic is common. Sandwings also find writing spells easiest, as the spell is then precise and exactly as they need it. Sandwing riddles, told at parties or in passing as a fun conversation topic, have their roots in animus magic. Sandwing animi also enjoy the company of animal companions, usually camels or vultures; animals that can carry scrolls and items for the animus in question. The downside for Sandwing animi can be either mental or physical. They can start forgetting things, losing track of time, generally being scatterbrained, which eventually leads to them losing their entire memory. Or, their scales begin to darken, although I’m undecided on what kind of colour they would turn. Should they just turn golden or maybe more of a sunburnt orange or red. Perhaps even black. I dunno, maybe all three. Spoken and Lunar magic are the clear opposites of Written and Solar, so it’s pretty obvious why a Sandwing animus would have trouble in this area. Sandwing magic can be very picky, kind of like a sadistic genie that goes by what a wisher says, rather than what they mean. A dragon has to be very careful how they phrase a spell, which is hard for most Sandwing animi, hence their avoidance of Spoken spells.

I think my Seawing animus headcanon is the closest to being confirmed in canon, since the Seawing animi we see using their magic are usually using what I’ve called Spoken and Lunar magic. This includes regeneration(like healing of themselves and others), curses, transfiguration of objects and generally verbal commands. And for the record, “verbal commands” is usually, like the animus test the Seawings take, telling an inanimate object to do something. Lunar magic is connected to the moon and the tides, opposite to Solar magic. This can mean it gets stronger under a full moon, and gives a Seawing animus a kind of bond to the ocean the more they use Lunar magic. As with Sandwing animi, the magic that comes most natural to Seawings involves change. Changing tides, moon rotations, drifting currents and rips, all those factor into their magic’s strength, in and out of water. Seawing animi can also suffer a lowering of inhibitions, and can suffer what I call “going feral”. Theirs is the most noticeable, though this final drawback can affect all tribes. I like to think the more a Seawing animus uses their magic, the more they start to look like a deep sea creature. Brighter glowing scales, thinner scales overall(sometimes so thin you can almost see their insides, bleurgh!), elongated, thinner teeth, and increased speed of growth to their whole body. As you can probably guess, Written and Solar magic are the areas that cause the most trouble for Seawing animi. I’m not sure what else to comment here, since I feel it’s pretty straightforward, so there you go.

Rainwings! The tribe I’m most like! I feel that since the average Rainwing can change the colour of their scales regardless of magical ability, Transformation magic would be a perfect match for any animi that might exist in the tribe. Transformation magic includes form shifting of themselves and others, body hrror/torture(which differs from simple form shifting because it’s specifically supposed to cause pain) and transfiguration of objects. Transformation magic requires knowledge of how the specific dragon’s body works, moves and how their mind reacts to things. You might think the average Rainwing is too self-centered to be capable of that kind of perceptiveness, but I believe they’re more perceptive than they’re portrayed in-canon. I think the most noticeable consequence of a Rainwing animus using their magic is their scale colours “glitching”. If the Rainwing is naturally purple and green and they try to turn red and blue, areas of their scales might change slower than the rest, or not change altogether. A camouflaged Rainwing might suddenly find themselves bright pink and orange. Stuff like that. Weather magic is most difficult for a Rainwing animus, since it requires a lot of, I guess passionate emotions? Weather magic is loud and aggressive and takes a lot of power to control. It also relies heavily on being strongly connected to every emotion, and can backfire terribly on a dragon that doesn’t know how to wrangle that kind of power.

Mind and Time magic is what I’ve assigned for Nightwings! I felt it fits with their whole Mystical Infinite Powers aesthetic. Obviously, Mind magic includes mindreading and and Time magic future vision - which were most likely a gift from a Nightwing animus a long time ago. Other abilities include fate writing(a spell that can change an otherwise unchangeable future), enchanting, illusions, and changing minds/the perceptions of a dragon. This magic is actually relatively simple to perform, and one of the most used types by all animus dragons. That doesn’t make it any less powerful or dangerous, in fact it’s probably more dangerous that it’s so easy to use. Nightwings certainly haven’t been using it for the best purposes. This is the magic I think is the root cause of dragons losing their minds, since “Mind” is like one whole half of the magic. The unfortunate thing is that Nightwings are excellent bullshitters, so they at least last a while before anyone figures out something’s wrong. The side effect of using other types of magic is most notably scale discolouration, to the point that there are records of completely white, full-blood Nightwings. Since Icewings and Nightwings are Enemies For Life I figure their magics would clash just as much, out of principal. Reflective magic in particular requires the user to be self aware, to know their faults and, if only momentarily, be at peace with them. Nightwings are pretty in denial about a lot of stuff, it’s part of the culture they’ve built up.

Finally, Reflective and Defensive magic is the natural inclination of Icewings. That means shielding and barrier magic - which can be physical or psychological, insightful magic, illusions and star spells. No insightful magic is Not future vision, if you make that comparison in front of even a regular Icewing you will be murdered. The Icewing mind is typically pretty guarded already, as we see when Moon tries to read them. I like to believe that an animus a long time ago used their Gift to make it so Nightwings can’t read the tribe’s minds, or at least not easily. This would be an example of a psychological barrier spell. Star spells are tied to the stars(no duh) like Solar and Lunar magic are tied to their respective namesakes. However, as opposed to change, star spells are constant. Once one is cast, it stays forever. Almost all Icewing magic is a star spell of some kind, making other dragons very wary of an animus born from the tribe. Thankfully, the fact that Icewing magic includes that of Defense, it’s rarely used for aggressive purposes. I believe Icewing magic would backfire by crystalising within the user’s bones, making their joints stiff and their mind fuzzy. They may dissociate from the world and eventually be lost, as with Sandwings. As I said, Icewings and Nightwings are opposites in magic, though there are overlaps which serve to infuriate both tribes. Considering Nightwing animus magic supposedly came from Icewings, the former retained some of the abilities of the latter.

There you are, my thoughts on dragon magic. This turned into much more of a headcanons post than an answer, so I hope you don’t mind. Thanks so much for the ask, and I hope you find content creators that make you feel safe being active in the fandom!

#Wings of Fire #Rose Brambles #Headcanons #Dragon Biology #Animus Magic #Mudwings #Skywings #Sandwings #Seawings #Rainwings #Icewings #Nightwings #i didn't think i had thoughts but then i did oop #guess who found motivation #i have so much stuff in my drafts #sorry to all the people following me who thought i was consistent #dunno where y'all got that idea

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lost-in-interwebs · 4 years ago

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Unique weapon or outfit for the ask game?

oh god thank you so much my mind is brewing. Outfits are so much easier for me to design than weapons but im gonna really think about it. Just gonna do my fallout nv ocs for now.

Bunny - I think her gift weapon would be a pearl grip throwing knife along with her old collection of throwing knives. She'll even teach you a knife trick to get it to spin and land. As for an outfit, I was thinking she hands you off an old fur shoulder cape she had been saving. It's not her great grandmother's one. That one is too precious. Her grandmother's on the hand...

"You look awful, let me fix you up. I can't be caught dead walking around with someone looking like that."

13 - Now depending on which route you take with her, she can be the gifted weapon or she gives you a ripper that mysteriously finds its way back into your pocket, fully restored after it breaks or if you drop it. Another weapon I thought of was a a pair of spiked knuckles that does ungodly amount of damage. 13 only has a few easy to carry and conceal weapons and the rags on her back so I don't think she has an outfit she can give you.

"Hey... Thanks for everything you've done for me... I want you to have these... to stay safe."

Carmen - I haven't talked about Carmen a lot due to lack of research I have for her background. She is my independent Vegas courier. I think she would give you a really cool hat. A fine black leather with a copper band accented with large turquoise stones. It would give you Charisma with locals, but none with politicians or big players in the Mojave. Thinking if a unique weapon for her is hard because I haven't fleshed out her story enough to really figure out what she would feel more comfortable using. Maybe a cool pistol or rifle.

"Never forget the little guy. I hope this helps you remember that from time to time..."

Monika - Monika's outfit gift would be a pair of ballet slippers and training that would help the Courier with their stealth. I also cannot think of a unique weapon for her as I haven't fleshed her out yet. She's very intelligent but very sheltered so her weapons handling isn't proficient in the beginning. She's much better with getting you into places with her clout or stealth skills.

"1, 2, 3... Bring your knee up higher. You really gotta stretch before these sessions if you want to keep up. 1, 2, 3..."

Camille - She's grown up around weapons and gold all of her life. Her outfit has to be custom grills. A nice pair of gold teeth for dazzling the Mojave. As for the weapon, she gives you this special plasma caster that shoot concentrated bullets that seep into your targets skin and disintegrates them into goo from the inside. Its terrifying. She loves it. Obviously didn't make the formula (she beat up some gun runner geek for it), but the gun is all her, babey!

"They won't see this coming, I can tell you that!"

Cornelia - Legion priestess turned spy turned courier turned spy. I really have not fleshed her out and maybe make a new Legion character all together, but she's wiggled her way into my brain. I think her gifted weapon would be a serrated Machete. I don't think she would have an outfit to give. She has nothing frivolous like that. Maybe she could give you something that was tied way way back to her village before Caesar came, but again she needs research.

"Inspiration from Mars struck me in the night and I was compelled to make this for you. A weapon for Caesar's mighty purpose. Use it well."

Shiloh - I never thought Shiloh would be a companion. They always struck me as an NPC you would talk to so a weapon for them would be hard. Probably a switchblade called Lover Boy. However, Shiloh is a proficient tailor. He can probably sew concealed armor rigging to fancy and casual clothes with upgrades. You just need to bring them the materials like bulletproof vests and other armor pieces. Shoulder pads made of old power armor on this suit? You got it. A fancy rattle snake bullet belt? You got it? Nightstalker cap? You got it. I think if you did a series of quests for him you could get a really high end outfit for yourself to go into Vegas. Maybe they even offer you to wear something nice of theirs the first time you go in to show off their handiwork.

"This looks lovely... Lift your arms a little? I want to see how it bunches. Tch. I know it will be hidden by the armor piece, but what if you take it off? I won't have you go out looking like a mess in one of my originals."

Cantil - Finally!!! A name for the Viper oc! Maybe it will stick, maybe it won't. Absolutely first off the bat is the weapon. She will offer you a choice of a bow and arrows laced with potent poison (Aptly named Elder Killer) or a machete laced with venom. As for the outfit she will give you a leather jacket adorned with bones. You've been more kin to her than her old Viper members.

"The Vipers are dying... You don't always have to use them, but... Keep the tradition alive for me. Teach your children so that they may teach theirs. Never let the Vipers die out in memory."

Poppi - A placeholder name that I actually really like. She was also supposed to just be an NPC that was friends with Monika and Camille from old school days. I really cannot think of anything for her yet as I need to expand her character, but I figured I'd announce her anyways. Maybe she gives you the special suit her and her father wears with the poppy flower?

Damarcus - A placeholder name for Monika's twin brother. It just struck me as I was making this. He is my other NCR courier. So for his outfit I think he would make you a special kind of leather armor that has spike adornments and is more powerful than leather and metal armor, but keeps you quiet. But that's really all I can think of for him

#this is so fun and has helped pass so much time at work #thank you do much for asking this #falloutfun #bunny #13 #monika #camille #carmen #cornelia #shiloh #cantil #viper oc #c #poppi #fallout oc #damarcus #cr #long post

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iconsumeheadcanons · 5 years ago

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persona characters autism headcanons!

hi im autistic and i started my day with sun so now im !!!!!!!!! some of these headcanons are from elsewhere on tumbr, but i dont know where :((( so i am hoping someone out there knows that n that everybody knows that i love them <3

(also go check out mollypaup and i think hypeswap if you havent already! they post some good stuff autism+adhd hc too!!! i think.. oh! and thieves-in-the-palace!!!)

Joker

there was some artwork from someone on tublr..where they pointed out that he doesnt really talk outside the metaverse so--hes hyperverbal as joker and just near nonverbal as akiren

he stims ALL THE TIME. that phone thing, the pencil thing, the little tappy tap of his foot, pulling at his bangs when hes embarrassed/smug. someone get him a fidget spinner. he’ll prob learn to do tricks with it

he probably sucks at focusing in class, like i know its just the game design but hes always surprised out of his daily “star out the window at the nearby office building” when his teachers ask him questions

mona mentions when the pt is at Wilton for the first time (after they run into shido) that joker eats like shit, and that could have multiple causes at the start of the story of course, but when i first played i thought that joker was a picky eater and that the variety (and amount of food) at the buffet would be an Ordeal...

tho mona makes that comment bc joker looked pale after having a little ptsd moment from shidos voice, but i didnt know that the first time i played

maybe when joker makes a face at ryuji putting so much ginger in his gyudon? joker probably does not like pickled ginger lol

his favortive foods are all spicy, which is why the curry he makes for his friends is always ‘overly spicy’, and why kasumi makes him a curry bento and joker kept going “...?” .... “....?!”

overly reflective glasses have been a great plus for him bc now he never has to make real eye contact every again!

mona Soft. play with Ann hair. maybe Braid. nice

puns (Gorou the Goroumet)

he has so many options to be straight up rude sometimes in game. he probably no clue on his own, which is why he defaults to Not Talking. people probably mention his constant scary face, which is just him being nonexpressive, squinting at all the fucking bright lights, and Tired

executive function who? we do everything last minute folks

high pain tolerance, which is why he was the kid that was always climbing trees in elementary school to get basketballs unstuck from the branches

his sixth sense lets him see treasure and possible places to climb/crawl bc 1. Shiny? Steal it. Steal it Now. and 2. Could i fit in that? Time to Find Out

probalby a bit of a klepto too oops. he’ll return it tho!! but he has to do it dramatically or he’ll die

cant sit properly to save his life

smells and touch are Great, they can keep him grounded when his brain goes off to police or dead rivals or guilt or

if a friend hung out with him and gave him total reigns of the agenda, he would choose to nap on the floor while his friend does something off to the side quietly

hyperfocuses on handy tasks (i.e. lockpicks, coffee brewing, cleaning, his part time jobs) and some things like movies and books. everything else is a tossup

his (normal) navigation app is his most used app bc he still doesnt know where hes going, even though he only goes to the same few places in the city

hates being sweaty, literally cannot stand it. probably double exhausted during the summer

but Needs Compression so hes often Struggling

Futaba

paraphrase from p5d “i have no motor skills so i cant play rhythm games :(” need i say more? (i will regardless)

echolalia all the time, from anime, memes, the PT

those headphones she wears all the time? noise cancelling ear protectors babey

only talks about her interests, “normal” talking is Not Easy, but she is still communicative w others despite her worries. shes not “hard to understand” at all but she feels the anxiety nonetheless

only talks informally, cannot talk ‘politely’ with out imitating someone around her

shes had meltdowns and anxiety attacks in game :( i relate so hard

Technology. thats it

def had an egypt phase that pops up every few months. probably came from yu-gi-oh

has Immune to Bright Lights buff. joker is very jealous

“Time to make like a tree and leave!” and 30 other iterations

video game metaphors are the only ones that makes sense to her

probably relates hard to robot characters in anime for their general androgyny and confusion about human emotions and connections

probably gets told that shes “too smart to be on the spectrum” by teachers >:( she fails their classes on purpose

wakaba’s autistic too that just how it is

the Connection that she establishes with Joker is so Warm. my life goals include adopting an older brother like futaba has lsdkfjslkfj

also eater of 5 foods only, i mean, she brings cup ramen to the beach. i just really admire her...

hides in small spaces for comfort

doesnt she have like uhhhhh hyperthymesia or something like that?

Yusuke

art

his entire social link is learning how humans work, which i relate

talks seriously all the time

“sarcasm? who is that? are you saying I was sarcastic?...how?”

cant remember to take care of his body, and madarame did not help with that either

lot of uncomfortable staring, hes overdoing the eye contact thingy

infodumps all the time, doesnt know hes doing it

needs a lot of support even if he doesnt think he deserves it. no one ever complains about helping him out tho

visual stims my friends

he didnt know that you could look up pictures on the internet but he does know you can stream live videos of waterfalls and fluffy animales!!

I am certainly in the mood

for something salty today.

he and joker are scared of math. numbers do not interact

Yusuke, futaba, and akiren are a trio and i know this bc their first day of non-thievery interacts is Akiren clearing Futabas room w/o permission, futaba hyperfocusing on destroying medjed, and yusuke rearranging futabas figurines so they are more visually appealing

morgana is a support friend for all of them bc igor knows they need it

Souji/Yu

yes, he mostly wears gray semi formal clothes bc parents tell him to, no, he will not changes this

Schedule or Death

“sorry, could you repeat that?” “huh? oh yeah, i was saying that--” “yeah that’d be cool.”

cats, fishing, he just likes to be quiet. you can literally spend a day at the beach just to think if you want, and that is what yu want

has a lot of scripts for things (of which he shares with nanako!) but if he runs out he just stops talking..

inaba is a godsend bc its so fucking quiet and warm

he Yearns to hold his friends hands, but he shies away from a lot of touch (excepting yosuke, teddie, and nanako)

Cooking and Cleaning makes the world better. he and joker vibe together with this

unlike akiren, he strong arms any executive dysfunction into Be Productive or Else. his punishment is feeling the pure anxiety of having to make up for ‘lost time’. (another symptom of his workaholic parents)

writes everything down, notes are very neat, has pages dedicated for bad doodles when hes not feeling his usual Super Classroom Focus

Cannot handle secondhand embarrassment (most often caused by yosuke) and will quietly slip away to random cats or origami folding

hungry, crunch crunch folks. probably needs chewelry bc he used to chew on his shirt collars when he was younger.

cleans up after everyone in the food court, constantly worries about them accidently hurting themselves. likely spends half of group conversations watching peoples hands

he canonically eats expired food, nanako plz help your brother

really clumsy, but people only notice after they decide that he is a cool person

video games are too chaotic for him

exhausted every night from the pure amount of masking he does, if a friend spends the night (or is like yosuke) they will know his more comfortable weirdo self (tho everyone knows hes a weirdo eventually)

hyperempathetic, sometimes just understands animals and children better than peeople his age or older

Yukiko

her jokes

she and souji get in ‘trouble’ together, she and joker commit crimes together

she and chie have to coordinate outfits, its important

actually understands metaphors, but does not understand people

like me, had no clue that creepy kid was flirting with her

she is very angry when she has meltdowns that might involve slamming doors and shouting. her parents call these ‘tantrums’ and ‘unfitting for a polite daughter’ but really thats because her meltdowns tend to be caused by arguments w her family after a long day of school and TV world traipsing

the metronome meme, except hers goes between Loudest Person in the Room to Quietest Pin Drop in the Planet. she is completely unaware of this

her atmosphere brightens when chie appears. that is not only the lesbian energy within her, but also because chie is like her Favorite Person

Cannot wear Pants. No (tho she wants to try it! but she puts them on and her soul instantly squashes)

happy flappy lesbian! watch out!

Naoto

the pouty face. all the time lskdfjlasdkf

hes really snappy sometimes and i love that for him. he and akechi should fight just to see what would happen (please read Bang Bang Shoot Shoot on AO3)

“do not touch me or my hat, thank you”

no one has ever seen him shutdown and no one ever will (except for his grandpa)(and kanji)(and rise)

probably likes certain food textures and will stand for nothing less, probably feels embarrassed about his preferences with friends

constantly jumps between ‘everybody hates me so i should act like them so they dont hate me’ to ‘i refuse to be anything but very comfortable as myself, and i dont care that im making you upset sir’

he and souji are the king and queen of subtle stims, but for unhappy reasons :(

does not make jokes. cannot joke around. understand? yes, do? no.

loose clothes are the only good clothes, but all tags and obtrusive seams will be obliterated by kanji tatsumi

not very empathetic so he probably comes off as an asshole to strangers (like when he throws away his classmates confession letters without reading them) but he tries so hard to sound comforting when his buds are struggling.

his understanding of others emotions/reactions come from his learning as a detective, which seems cold+clinical to others, especially compared to souji, whos completely unexpressive but very introverted people person

Hamuko/Minako/Kotone

big personality!! very people-oriented!! koromaru and her are buddies!! when shes having a real bad time, shes very quiet and expressions turn off

interrupts herself in the middle of conversations all the time. no one knows where shes coming from. her brains is thousands of km ahead of her body

bouncey legs, swingin arms, twirlly skirt, little somersaults! when will she stop? never!

very obvious music stims with her hands and arms! people are like “oh there she goes! happy as usual!” shes listening to minatos heavy metal playlist

switches from exhausted to excited within milliseconds. no one can predict, not even her

SEES has to ask her for context all the time cuz she’ll just continue shit from 2 weeks ago without warning

professionals will assume shes very childish bc of how chipper she is, but she is beyond mature for her age and only feels comfortable enough to have serious conversations if a person has proved themself able to handle it

collects every little thing. her room is a mess and she has to get rid of most of it every time she moves :(

hates cleaning! smells bad, feels bad hhhhhgggg

dont let mitsuru-senpai see her bedroom

gets lost in the middle of conversations with others bc shes thinking about a story connected to one(1) word that was said earlier

no sense of time and place, she just sees her friends and goes “ah, this is the right place, then” but junpei and akihiko are also lost so now theyre all screwed

Minato/Makoto/Sakuya

no talkies, no walkies

his story in the movies is him literally learning how to function around people he cares for

doesnt get jokes, expressions, body language, empathy, subtlety, metaphors, physical contact, or eye contact. aigis is probably the only person he truly understands right away

he is still nice to people because he doesnt see a reason not to be, but also he has very limited energy so only his senpai and old people get his most polite-kindnesses

cannot describe feelings for the life of him. the team wont know hes injured or sick until hes passed out

everything is too loud, time to drown it out with my loud ass music

rocking and chewing stims, ryoji is the first person to point him out for these subtle stims (not accusingly of course, just general pure curiosity and love for the uniqueness of humanity)

likes to cover his face with whatever is available, lives like a bat in a dark dry cave

will wear anything that has pockets and his blue/gray/black palette

sleepy at all times bc he never has much energy

when he was younger he probably needed a lot of support, especially after his parents died, because he wouldnt communicate like a neurotypical and would shutdown for hours in the middle of school without warning. probably missed a lot of lessons and field trips out of pure overstimulation

eating at all times. no preference, just whatevers closest

his meltdowns probalby include humming whining noises and curling up in a ball, which makes people want to touch him, but that is the LAST thing he wants. put a blanket on him! play some music! do not talk and do not expect him to speak

aigis is the only person who can touch him normally bc her hands are cold and he likes cold

never nude, feels mmmmmmmmm without clothes and probalby wears a full robe in the hotsprings

will not do things that take more than one step w/o someone else walking him thru it, which Same

#my writing #p3 #p4 #p5 #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #ren #futaba #souji #hamuko #minato #vibes straight thru the sun #i sincerely hope the read more works #im so srry for grammar problems #i literally cant read rn

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fweasleyswhore · 5 years ago

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Just because I really wanna know what you'd do for me 😂 I'ma do 💜

Okay, okay, so, I'ma Hufflepuff (whooo)

I haveee 4 sister's and 2 brother's (kill me now)

I am allergic to Cats and Dogs so if I end up single, I can't be a crazy cat lady or a cool dog lady, I have to be a weird fish lady

Aaaand I'm 6'2 (ugh it's so hard to find a tall guy)

omg im learning so much about you lmao

signifigant other: this was a hard pick but I'm going to pair you up with Fred Weasley! One, he's tall whooo, two you are so fucking horny like so fucking horny oh my god and he can match that energy. So not only are you two sexual deviants you provide him with an alibi half the time, many nights you will be sat doing homework in the Hufflepuff common room when Fred burts begging for cover. You ground him a lot, he doesn't think things out and can get tunnel vision and just gets stuck in this endless whirlpool of anxious thoughts and you are able to snap him out of it with an easy sollution. His favorite joke is that you should have been put in Ravenclaw, just for the amount of times you have thought up a simple solition to a problem he was brewing on.

"Fred what are you doing here?" "What do you mean? I've been here this whole time." "Yeah, everyone is gonna beleive you have been doing homework with me when you're dripping with sweat." "We could always say we were doing... other stuff." "Fred!"

best friend: Luna Lovegood! I just feel like it works you know, often times you can be found sat in the courtyard talking with her. Everything that comes out of her mouth going completely over your head but its fun. And two weeks later you will be laying in bed and thinking about what she said and it will suddenly click, something with a whole philosophical meaning and everything and the next time you bring it up to her she has absolutely no clue what you mean.

"Hey Luna, what's on your mind?" "I've found that lately my shoes are never tied, its like I'm always tripping over my laces." "Luna you’re wearing sandals." "Exactly."

ex: Dean Thomas! And you didn’t end on good terms. You are civil now but at the time when you two broke up every room you were in everyone was either scared or amused. Ginny started asking the house elves in the kitchen to make popcorn and placed bets on who would break up with who. You ended up ending things with him, realizing after awhile you just didn’t like him like you used to and you had both become something you didn’t want to be. Last Christmas he gave you a scarf and a long letter explaining his regret on how he handled things. You two are slowly rebuilding your friendship now.

“Hey, do you want to get some tea sometime? Also I’m sorry.” “Yes, and Dean you don’t need to apologize every time we talk.”

first kiss: Ginny Weasley! We are aware she is a bad bitch but one thing we didn’t realize is that she is also extremely adept. She knew Fred liked you far before either of you realized. Fed up with his whining about how Dean was such a horrible person and how ‘no I don’t like her I’m just stating a fact’ she got up, marched over to you, grabbed your face and laid one on you. (You and Dean hadn’t properly kissed, only cheek smooches.)

“Hey Ginny. What’s-” “Ginny get your hands off of her!” “Gin, what’s was that for.” “My dear brother Freddie likes you.” “Don’t be daft.” “I’m not! Based on the way he’s looking at me right now he is none too pleased I kissed you.” “That doesn’t mean anything.” “If it doesn’t then how come he cares so much?”

secret admirer: Cedric Diggory! He has been in love with you for yearrrrrrs. But -and no offense Ced- he is a pussy. You two are pretty good friends and he is too tariffed of ruining it (and Fred). Occasionally when he is feeling extra lonesome he slips flowers into your bag when you aren’t looking. You don’t know who they are from, but think the gesture is super cute and assume it’s Fred.

“Hey there Ced, working on quidditch strats?” “Yeah, the usual.” “Nerd.”

#sreidswhore sleepover #i hope you like them #cedric diggory #ginny weasley #fred weasley #dean thomas #luna lovegood

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itsbebachan · 5 years ago

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Unfortunate Soul Chapter 3

Hey sweeties, first I want to thank all of those that have given me kudos and shown your love for my little fic. I am truly touch, it let’s me know that there is someone out there that enjoys my writing. I am truly sorry that I’ve been M.I.A. but as you may not know I am a flight attendant, mother and wife which makes it very hard to find time to write. But I promise that I will see this fic to the end. I truly do appreciate that you stay with me on this journey and I will see you guys soon.

Two weeks went by like nothing had ever happened. Katsuki ignored my presence and continued being his usual obnoxiously cool self. It was like the news of being a father meant nothing to him. I couldn’t stand it; it was killing me inside seeing how he just went about his normal life like if he had no care in the world. Tenya was my rock in the days that followed. He never left my side making sure I was okay and had enough to eat. He kept reminding me that I was now eating for two. I still couldn’t find the courage to tell my parents, I was too embarrassed and scared to say anything to them.

As the days went by, I found myself getting weaker and weaker. I had no idea what was happing to me. Tenya and the others were staring to suspect that something was wrong but they never pushed me for information. They believe I would tell them if something was wrong. I was woken up by terrible stomach pains. It felt as if something was trying to rip their way out of me. I started crying uncontrollably begging for the pain to stop. My mom ran into my room almost tearing down the door in the process, dad and Tenya were not too far behind.

“Zuku, honey what’s wrong? Tell me, how can we help?” My mom was crying along with me, I could feel his anxiety and fear and all I wanted to do was hug him and make him feel better.

“Tenya, call the ambulance. Tell them that a Uke might be having a miscarriage” Dad yelled and we all just started at him in shock. Tenya gave me a look saying he was sorry then ran out of my room to make the call leaving alone with my parents. I started crying and yelling even louder as I had no idea how my dad know I was pregnant. I know that my dad worked in the “Angelic Project” so I guess he has some idea of what is happing to me.

“What do you mean a miscarriage? What is going on here?” My mom was freaking out, I could see his concern written all over his face. I tried to tell him, I really tired but the words were stuck in my throat and nothing was coming out.

“Shota, honey. I'm sorry this is happening but our baby has been showing signs of being pregnant for some time now. I know a lot has been happening here at home and I want you to know I’m not blaming you for not noticing.” My dad held my mom in his arms, his cries were too much to bear.

“Toshi, this can’t be! Izuku is such a good boy. We have taught him better; I just can't believe this is happening.” Dad hugged mom so tight all the while cueing in his ear that everything was going to be alright. All the while I just sat there sobbing, feeling my whole world crumbling down.

Tenya walked into my room announcing that the ambulance was on its way. He came to my bedside and held in his arm which helped me calm down long enough so I could explain what was going on to my parents. I breathed in his Seme’s scent of sandalwood and fresh cut grass and centered my thoughts. I could feel my parents growing anxiety and know that now was the time to come clean.

“Mom, Dad. I could never find the right time nor the right words to tell you but I guess the best way to do it is by showing you.” I raised my pajama sleeve to show them my hormonal watch. Those damn word “Pregnant” kept on flashing like some fucking Christmas light. My mom would have fainted if dad wasn’t holding him. I could see pain and concern clearly on their faces and I knew deep down that they were disappointed. My dad was the first to speak.

“Izuku, I need you to start from the beginning and tell us what happened. Who is the father of this child?” He was calm but I can tell that a storm was brewing inside.

“It’s Kacchan, dad. We dated for almost a month. I know that I did wrong and I understand if you want to kick me out but you have to understand, I love him. I love him more than anything but he doesn’t want us and that doesn’t matter because I’m keeping him my baby. He is the only part of Kacchan that I have left.”

I was crying uncontrollably by the end of it. Tenya just kept quietly holding me and let me just let it all out. Mom’s cries were just soft whimpers as my dad’s face just sank. I could see the wheels in his head turning and I was afraid that he would tell me I had to get rid of my son. The room stayed silent for a few more minutes, we could all feel the tension in the air. Finally dad spoke just one word “marriage” at first I thought he meant Kacchan but then realization hit.

“What?” I was confused.

“Izuku. I’ve known for some time now that you were pregnant. I was just hoping that you had more faith in us and told us what was going on. I know all the signs; you're tired all the time, your moody and even your scent has changed. But like I said, I had faith. So to me the logical step would be for you to marry the father of your kid, but as you have just told us that he doesn’t want it then other measures must be taken. I believe it’s time to hire a matchmaker and find you a Seme that will be willing to take your child in, you know that we Semes are very territorial and the idea of our Uke caring another Seme’s child is enraging.”

He was right of course. No Seme is gonna want me, that’s why my mom was so heartbroken. He knew that any chances I had to have a beautiful happy life was gone. I got out of my bed with Tenya’s help and went to my mom, he’s soft whimpers were drawing me in. I knew I had to make this better, I knew I had to make this right.

“Mom, please don’t cry. I know I did wrong but I can’t change what has happened. I need to know that I’m not a disappointment, I need to know that you still love me and want me to be a part of your life. I need you mommy.” I was crying at his feet begging, praying that he would not push me away. I’ve heard awful stories about unwed Ukes that their parents just send them out of their homes with nothing. Mom looks at me with so much sadness in her eyes that just for a second I think he will be kicking me out. He kneed in front of me and grabbed my arms so I was looking at him.

“Zuku, honey. I love you, I could never kick you out. I am disappointed in you honey, I thought that you would know better than to let some punk sweet talk you into anything and of all people Katsuki. I don’t know what to say. This whole situation is not ideal but like your father just mentioned we need to act quickly. You must be married before you start showing, I’ll go and call the matchmaker to bring potential mates folders first thing tomorrow morning. So we can start the preparations at once. I know baby that this is not how you wanted to meet your mate but we are left with no other options.”

He hugged me and we just sat there in my quiet room while the world keep turning and people just went along with their normal lives.

@alovelie @girl2257 @strawberry-panic @0-ddball @monkeyzz-r-ur-bff @dragon-lover-idk @iyemicomic1920 @leynly @otaku-chan-world @jawazia @im-the-villin-in-this-story @itsatomichyena @rainytears2 @nevergrowingup101 @littlelovebug98 @anxiety-ridden-teen

#bnha #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #my hero academia #midoriya #manga #anime #anime gif #alpha bakugou katsuki #alpha and omega #bakudeku #fanfic #fiction

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rhinoswriting · 5 years ago

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A Life On The Road - Part 1 (A Luke Hemmings FanFic)

Overview: Elizabeth and Calum have been best friends since they were 15/14 respectively. Elizabeth is from and lives in the UK, but her family lived in Sydney for a brief 2 year period which is how the two met.

With Calum’s band, 5SOS, embarking on their biggest and most ambitious world tour to date, he has invited Elizabeth along to work as a photographer/content creator for their social media. This is in the hopes that travelling with them and getting to explore so many new cities will help Elizabeth achieve her dream of becoming a full-time travel writer.

Elizabeth is acquainted with the rest of 5SOS but doesn’t know them tremendously well. Obviously that changes as they are all forced to be in one another’s company for the duration of the tour. As the tour progresses and new friendships blossom, Elizabeth feels the connection between her and Luke grow more and more.

A/N: This chapter is a lot of story set-up and introduces you to the protagonist.

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I lent my upper back against one of the work kitchen walls and peered out of the window beside me. Any other day, the grey curtain of drizzle would have perfectly matched my work mood. But today was not a normal work day for me. Today was my last day in this hell hole. I was finally getting out of here to pursue my dream of becoming a travel writer. I hugged my mug of coffee closer, content in the knowledge that nothing was going to step on my good mood today.

“I cannot believe you are leaving me with these people.” Drew complained as he walked over and lent some of his weight onto my shoulder while cradling his own steaming mug.

“I am sorry that I’ll be leaving you here. I truly am.” I told him, and I meant it, “But you know as well as I do how much this place can drag a person’s mental health down. So when a best friend offers to let you piggyback off their career to help launch you own, you take it and make the sacrifice of abandoning your work husband.”

“I hate that you have a famous best friend.”

“Don’t be a bitter bitch,” I laughed nudging him in the side with my elbow.

Drew and I chatted for a minute or two more before making our way back to our desks at opposite ends of the office. When I got to mine I noticed that someone (probably my manager or Josie, the company busy body) had taken my second coffee break of the morning as an opportunity to place an envelope and small gift bag by my keyboard. As I placed my coffee down I noticed that the people on my bank of desks had swivelled their chairs, and thus their attention, in my direction. I also heard the tell-tale sound of high heels on cheap carpet tiles that indicated Josie was making her way over.

“Elizabeth,” Josie cooed in her usual fake friendliness, “I can’t believe it’s your last day here already! We did a small collection for you in order to say goodbye and give you something to remember us by. It’s been such a great three years and eight months working with you. We’re all sad to see you go.”

“Thanks, Josie. I certainly will miss how precise you are with details.” I said trying not to make my sarcasm too obvious.

I rummaged in the tissue paper hoping to bring this moment in the spotlight to an end as soon as possible. First I pulled out a small, sleek rectangle. Through the plastic window of the box I spied a matte black fountain pen -it was a genuinely lovely pen which surprised me. Next I pulled out a small bottle of Kraken rum -my go to with Coke on work nights out- which was followed by a second, identical bottle. The fourth and final leaving gift was a new 10 shot pack of film for my Instax Mini camera.

“Thanks guys...” I awkwardly addressed the room, “These are all really thoughtful and nice. I love the pen. Uhh, yeah, thanks again. Stay cool and all that cliche stuff.”

I promptly sat down and unlocked my PC to indicate that the show was over and I should now be left the fuck alone.

The company’s internal IM program was flashing at me in orange, indicating I had an unread message.

[Drew Clarke - 10:47 am] I am so sorry they are putting you through this. You look so awkward. I can see you blushing from here. It is hilarious though :’D I made such a big deal about the stupid pen they wanted to get you having to be matte black Also my leaving gift to you is that I have done everything in my power to ensure Josie knows nothing about your leaving drinks tonight

I responded with a simple gif of some character I didn’t know mouthing ‘thank you’ to acknowledge his last message and then went back to work trying to complete as much of my remaining work as possible.

The rest of the day dragged on as it would any other day of the week. The only difference was that I had the occasional desk visit from a colleague to wish me luck or let me know they’d be at the leaving drinks Drew had arranged for me that evening.

And then Drew was at my desk before the clock had even hit 5 pm,

“Start packing your shit up then. We’ve got a bar to get to.”

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My leaving drinks were actually surprisingly fun. Which was as much of a good thing as it was a bad thing.

It was good because who doesn’t love people buying them either shots or rum and cokes? Plus Drew and I had had a beautiful drunken moment where we gushed over how much we treasured each other’s friendship and would definitely, definitely stay in touch always, and who doesn’t love those moments?

It was bad because I got in at 3:30 am, set an alarm for 6 am and left my house for the train station at 7 am with a hangover headache already brewing.

My morning then got worse when I remembered I had to change trains at Sheffield. Non-direct train journeys are enough of a pain without a hangover, rucksack, camera bag and 2-wheeled large carry-on suitcase to slow you down.

When I finally, and ungracefully, settled myself on the platform at Sheffield I glanced around to locate where I could get myself a coffee and some form of breakfast. I had a 50 minute wait until my next train so there was plenty of time to try and nurse my hangover with coffee and carbs before getting crammed into another train and eventually reuniting with Cal in Edinburgh.

I spotted a place on the next platform over with indoor seating and made my way to it. Once inside the warmth of the glass rectangle I grabbed a twin pack of almond biscuits from the counter display and ordered a large cappuccino as well as a breakfast bagel. I then went and dumped all my luggage (promptly followed by myself) down at the nearest table and waited for my name to be called over the mellow jazz music.

Once I had returned to my table with my breakfast order, I opened my phone to check my messages and view the photographic damage from the night before. As I sipped my coffee I opened my photos app and was pleased when nothing embarrassing immediately jumped out at me from the 50+ square icons of photos and boomerangs that I had very little memory of taking. Most of the photos were blurry and every single boomerang was a fail, so I deleted them to save storage space on my phone. There was a super cute selfie of Drew and I, with his fiance, Adam, photo-bombing us in the background. It made me smile so much that I set it as the lock screen on my phone.

Next I moved on to my messages. There we unread messages awaiting me from Drew, Cal, my mum and weirdly my now ex-manager.

Manager Si: Didd u mange t geet home ok?/?. Gd luk w everythin

Work Hubby: I miss you already. Hope you got home safe! Text me by midday so I know you’re still alive x

Mum: Good luck on this big new adventure of yours! Do not forget to call us when time zones allow. Your Dad and I will always b here to support you and cannot wait to see you succeed. Say hi to Calum for us. Mum & Dad Xx

Cal: Hey, hey! So stoked to see you later and have you come oN FREAKING TOUR WITH ME!!! See ya in Edinburgh! X

I responded first to my mum, because I was raised right. I flat out ignored my old manager’s drunk text. I assured Drew that I was still alive because if I was dead it wouldn’t feel like there was a gremlin hammering away inside my skull. I followed that up with a screenshot of my new lock screen. Finally, I replied to Calum:

Morning :) Feeling rough after my leaving drinks last night. Have I already begun my new rock n’ roll lifestyle?! So fucking excited to see you again!! You are not prepared for the hug you’re gonna get! X

With everyone replied to (or ignored in Si’s case) I put my phone face down on the table and tucked into my breakfast bagel. Then as I still had 20 minutes to kill I thought what better place to slap some make-up on than the middle of a train station coffee shop?

Looking and feeling more human, I made my way from the coffee shop to platform 4 as they announced my train was about to arrive.

I hopped on carriage L, placed my luggage in the overhead rack and settled into my seat for the next 3+ hours. I quickly shot a text to my parents and Cal, letting them know I was on my last train. Then I pulled my noise cancelling headphones on, opened up a relaxing Spotify playlist and promptly fell asleep.

#luke hemmings fanfiction #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos fanfic #5sos fanfiction #luke hemmings

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sailorvinus · 5 years ago

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I feel like I always say this but -- the level of intention and human you put into Vi is actually literally amazing. The fact you've got such a clear vision and that it's so unique and refreshing is literally one of my favorite things. Honestly, I love ??? everything about Vi and the way you write him and the way he really feels like a genuine person in a way a LOT LOT LOT of ocs and characters in general miss the mark on.

✨ anonymous. meme. still accepting!

sorry im gettin to this late... my health crisis is over!!! so i can properly respond to this. anyway. :) !!!! you know, i never walk into a character blindly. gflkdjsglfk. vi had so many versions before he even got a blog in early 2017. of course, virote was always meant to be a character that evolved as time went by, but getting his first voice was difficult. i think i wrote at least five drabbles, wrote a dozen profiles, and had feedback from my fiance.

when he was finally brewed and fermented to perfection... i unleashed his emotionally disturbed ass upon the world..................... thank u!!!!!!!!!!

the reason why he feels real is because im not trying to conjure the vision of a character. hes an amalgamation of experiences and people ive met. for example. my mother, before she lost her mind in a way that was no longer quirky, used to sit in her room, paint portraits of horses, while listening to a tape that was nothing but whale noises and mysterious flute riffs and wind chimes.

had a friend in school that tried meth once while we were in 9th grade and then she got on a dirt bike and broke all her limbs. and she still tells that story like its her greatest accomplishment. this is echoed in how vi will tells the most harrowing thing hes ever faced but be kind of smiling the entire way thru as if what he sees is normal!!!

my quick critique i have of peoples characters building is that it has no... actual connection to anything outside of themselves. sure its cool to build a character based around what happens to you internally and your feelings and thoughts but what about externally??? what about the people and events around us???? people really arent that interesting most of the time to make a character solely based off of just themselves and their viewpoints. i like the approach sailor moons creator took. her cast is a bunch of people she’d love to be friends with!

so yeah................. thanks!! i pride myself in knowing i can craft freaks. ive lived my life surrounded by freaks. my writing is a love letter to all the freaks ive ever met.

#( 🌙 KEEPSAKE! MOON HEALING ESCALATION. ✨ )#anonymous #/ the solidarity i have with vi is doing coke our in younger years.

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Episode 8: “On the upside we got the numbers.” - Andrew (who is then voted out by those numbers)

It’s always a sad and unfortunate thing when a player needs to leave a game for personal reasons. I’m wishing Kevin all the best!

Welp. I don't wanna say that this sucks, but this sucks. My closest ally walked from the game, and I hope he's ok. I really hope everything is ok with him. But now, I'm a green in a world of pinks. What my pink friends don't realize though, is I have a Safety Without Power advantage. Nobody knows about it. So if we lose, they cannibalize themselves, and that will be a sight to see. But I'd like to keep my advantage for as long as possible. But if we lose, that'll be a fun tribal council. I can only hope it's a double tribal. Now this - this is a redemption arc.

If a merge at 13 is next, then we are done! ugh.

MERGE HAPPENS

We merged!! And I only had to attend a single tribal council in the premerge with 8 eliminations. That’s wild! We’re sitting here in merge with 7 OG Palazzo, 3 OG Bellagio and 3 OG Luxor. If Palazzo sticks together, we’d have the majority whichever way you look at it. However, I don’t imagine that group is going to stick together very long. Joey wants to get myself and Jaiden into single digits. I’d love to help get Jake into single digits as well. And I’d also like to get Livingston to at least 6th place. Honestly a group of that 5 sounds like a pretty good idea, and I might pitch it to Joey later today. And now we’re doing mastermind! A game I love but rarely ever win. I usually come close and I’m hoping this time around I can snag a win and be safe this first tribal. Nothing is scarier than the merge round of the game. Anything at all can happen. There’s still some idols and extra votes floating around, maybe some steal a votes too. There’s also that safety without power and the legacy advantage, which may be able to be played this round? Exciting things are brewing im sure.

We made the merge!!

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So OG Palazzo must be tight. Good thing Steph and Joey are still reaching out. But I don't know if we can build up a resistance with the non-OGPalazzo. I mean, in theory, it can happen. 6 of us, with a steal a vote. But so much has happened voting on opposite sides, I don't know if it is doable. We can try. Better to go out blazing at 13th, than just waiting for your turn to be voted out before F7.

I MADE IT TO MERGE AGAIN... okay I feel good about my surroundings, as well as the people I’m next to. OG Palazzo wants to go all the way to Final 7, but I know that ain’t gonna happen, cause I’m turning on them as fast as humanly possible. I need others to see that I’m a strengthener to their games, and now that its every player for themselves, I think I can grab some allies and make shit happen. I have a Legacy Advantage, and I’m just trying to get to 6.

I’m sad I lost all my chips. On the upside we got the numbers

MERGE BITCH

Ok but for serious I don't have much to say so I'm just going to do an assessment of everyone on the tribe. Andrew - I thought I was gonna like Andrew bc I thought he was c*te then I find out he likes The Sims so there was something easy for us to talk about!! But then... come to find out. He's not really interested in talking I guess. So I'm just going to leave him alone and not carry on a conversation. Ben - WHY is Ben still here. I'm so annoyed. Ben tries so hard to be my ally but I don't trust him that much. Before the merge, he pitched a plan to pool our coins (meaning: I had to send him all of mine) so that I could spin the wheel and avoid going bankrupt. Then he said we're a final two. I was like,,, no thanks. I feel like he's going to blow up his game at some point, but I just gotta pretend better to be on his side. Idk how to do that exactly... Jake - Jake has been THE biggest surprise of the merge to be honest. I actually really like Jake. He's a little "irritating" I guess, but more in the sense that he is just pretty bro-y and that's not my energy. I respect Jake's desire to be great in Tumblr Survivor, we have that in common here. I think right now, Jake and I are as close as you can get to working together without actually being a legitimate alliance. I want to see where this takes us because he's a cool guy and I really feel bad for talking shit about him before the merge. Jeff - Part of me likes Jeff, but part of me views him as the enemy simply because he's part of the "Palazzo 7". I want to try and work on Jeff because maybe he and I see things the same way? I don't think this game is strictly "seven strong" like Joey perpetuates, I'll get to that in a minute though. Anyways, I want to see how things go with Jeff cuz he seems like a cool dude and I'm definitely a meninist and want to be his bitch! Joey - I hate that I'm in a position where I both know Joey is vital for my game right now, but also that I can't stand his strategy. I like him as a person, let's make that very clear for the post-season - I just don't subscribe to his idea that there's a seven person alliance (which btw includes him according to numbers???) running the show. I will definitely feel Joey out some more before I make any decision to attach myself to him fully or throw him to the wolves. John - THREAT. I'm on high alert for John and kinda trying to maintain a safe, social-distancing-approved level of space between us. I think that John is definitely running things at least in one or two circles and I don't want him to turn that target around on me. I also can't let him know that I'm onto him. John is probably playing it where everybody just likes him and includes him in plans, but in the event that he is pulling strings, that's where the issues start. Kailyn - I don't really care for Kailyn anymore tbh. I kinda think Kailyn is playing a good under the radar game and I think it's in a lot of people's benefit to send her off to the jury sooner rather than later. I have no read on who she's close with though so that's the danger. Probably John? But who knows. Keegan - I also am surprised that I like Keegan as much as I do. He seemed a little bit too smart for his own good? But he's actually rather nice. He flops like I do but I think he's a danger if I'm not careful. I'll keep on this guy and hopefully he doesn't target me <3 I'd rather work with Keegan than against him especially now.

Livingston - WOW I thought I'd like Livingston but goddamn this guy is BORING. Not only does he not message back, but he has nothing interesting to provide to a conversation. If he was the first person to go this round I wouldn't really be upset oop Pat - We talked a lot about drag race. We played an org together and I remember now that Pat was fucking IRRELEVANT so I'm surprised to see this new energy. Who are you and what did you do with the real Pat? Stephanie - I don't really like Stephanie's strategy either, she's just too damn likable and kind of floats on by, I wish she had left last time instead of Rachael because then it's likely Rachael gets the boot soon. But we'll see what happens. I just hope that me voting for her isn't going to kill our relationship and we can work together at some point, at least until she gets voted out. Xavier - I have a hard time reading Xavier. I think I'm calmed down from feeling threatened by him. I trust Xavier enough to not go and screw up a vote again, but does he trust me? Don't really know. I want to work with Xavier at least for a couple votes but I know that he and Ben aren't on good terms and Ben is a vote that I need right now :/ The issue I have with Xavier is that he is positioning himself to kinda be a doormat just doing whatever people want and not necessarily.. taking control of how people look at him I guess. He sticks out for being the "dad" on the tribe and doesn't bring a lot of his own personality to conversation - it's just really basic strategy. I don't know anything about him that I didn't have to go fucking find out about him on his public YouTube. Insert clown emoji here. Anyways, overall I feel okay about my chances on this tribe... So far. I honestly don't see myself playing a winning game right now - BUT it's final thirteen and there is a lot of time to turn that around for myself. I feel good in comparison to my previous Tumblr Survivor seasons because there hasn't been a vote where I've completely made myself stand out like a sore thumb. My head is in a good place to finish out this game strong, just gotta put the pedal to the metal and work shit out. Maybe win a couple challenges! Whatever twists are ahead... I'm not prepared. But I am going to walk away from this season for the better, one way or another. Eight people down, twelve left to go.

Well, I came close to winning but unfortunately didn't. Kailyn won immunity and we had a twist where we all had to choose between two buttons. Aaaaand Kailyn now has immunity this tribal and next tribal. Lovely. After the challenge, Andrew immediately threw out Jake's name, which was worrying but I think Jeff and I have managed to sway things towards Ben. Which is a little scary, since it's highly possible he has an idol or advantage (though he did play an idol on himself at the Rachael boot. So maybe not?) Now, the question is going to become: how do Livingston and myself navigate these next few tribals with Jake? We need to keep him safe and the target off his back. There's also Joey and Jaiden who I definitely want to keep working with moving forward. I think I'm in a decent spot. I really don't see Jaiden or Jake keeping their mouth shut if my name comes up. I think I've managed to build enough of a bond with them that they won't target me. My concern is definitely Ben being a little sneak, as well as Kailyn and Xavier, who really don't talk at all. John... can also be kinda sneaky and he also has been super quiet. However, when all is said and done, I just want a single digit placement. I don't care what happens before/after that, just please let me get there.

My first merge in 3 seasons of Tumblr Survivor, finally! It would be awesome if the tyrannical force of pink wasn’t here. Right now I’m practically a sitting duck. I’ve made connections with Jaiden and Joey who I just met, I’m hoping they’d watch my back. Ben and I are great friends from outside the game, we’re called the Jew-O Duo, for obvious reasons. I’m in a duo with Jeff called Jeff Squared, a duo with Pat called The Best Men, a trio with Liv and Keegan (that’s super dangerous cause I know they’re friends), and me John and Xavier are the Luxor Losers. I should feel protected - but I don’t. I need to keep working socially and hope that I can scoot by a couple more rounds. I wanna buddy up with Steph and Kailyn, I have no interest in working with Andrew after he flat out told me he wasn’t turning on Pink. It could be me tonight. We’ll just have to see.

....five seconds later

No. No no no no no no no. I'm sick of Andrew trying to get me out, and then going after my allies instead. I can't just sit here and let him walk all over me the entire game. He has been wishy washy and fake with me since I met him. I'm not gonna play a game of what ifs, I'm taking a gamble and gonna get his own tribe to flip on him. I've got enough information from Jeff, Pat, and Liv to spin into a lie. I know Andrew said my name - but Jeff and Keegan changed it to Ben, so if I tell Keegan that Andrew blamed him on my name coming up I think I can flip him. I can try to get John, Ben, and Xavier, Keegan can get Liv and Joey, that's 7. If it blows up in my face - Oh well. This is season 99! We're high rolling now.

Had a nice long conversation with Jake this morning. Andrew has been throwing my name under the bus for some reason? Well Andrew, better watch out because I’m driving that bus and swerving it at you. OG Palazzo is... not my favourite. Honestly I’m okay if it dies tonight. Jake, Livingston, Ben, Joey, Jaiden and myself can definitely switch things up. I imagine we can get John and Xavier on board as well, maybe even Kailyn. I was perfectly okay riding the pink wave for a few rounds, but Andrew you just had to go and mess that up. Why? For what reason? Hoping it’s you tonight. xoxo Gossip Girl

I feel good about tribal, rip Andrew I guess, but I'm nervous as hell for some reason that it could be me. It would be perfect because I don't even see it coming... :/

I don't know what happened, but there seems to be a "merging" of tribal lines. Which is good for me. The vote is going Andrew with 9. And the 4 are voting Ben. Or everyone is playing everyone. I am just happy I am not one of the options BUT I was told that Steph and I are being mentioned by people as a tight 2. Well, they're right, but I didn't want that to come out.

Andrew is being his paranoid self. And rightfully so. Unless I’m getting completely bamboozled, the vote should between 7 and 9 votes for Andrew, and between 6 and 4 votes for Ben. Fingers crossed this goes off without a hitch

Okay so premerge wasn’t too hard tbh. Just making friendships with my og palazzo. I just hope that every week people see someone else as less important to their game. I have a long mental game for this and I am prepared to take this game week by week and adjust to everything that comes. I just pray that I make it through this week and even if I lose Andrew I don’t mind tbh because then I have an idol to myself. I’m obsessed with Livingston tbh he’s so funny and I like a good amount of the people I didn’t get a chance to meet premerge so I think there’s good room to move about

After last tribal I honestly want Ben gone. He’s kind of rude and frustrating. OG Pallazzo has the numbers so in theory we should be set but who knows? 🤷🏼‍♀️

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