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yukiumisakura25 · 2 years ago

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A Coffee's Scent

AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEEZIE! I saw your post about your birthday, and I just HAD to write out this Coffee Shop Fic! I could never NOT love Remi and Alistar! And Kanai is so cute with his little halo and hoodies omgfowen! I apologize in advance, I improvised abit on the likes and dislikes, and they might not respond to some conversations like they should, but I gave it my best! I hope you like it and HAPPY B-DAY!

Fandom: @aller-geez and @thekinkyleopard OC’s, none are mine.

CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, alittle bit of cock, and cussing.

Synopsis: Levi’s working at a coffee shop and Remi drops by to say hello. Too bad Alistar and Kanai do too, and Remi finds Alistar’s drink smells too strong.

“Welcome to Café La Luna, oh! Remi!” Levi beamed as he recognized it was his mate that had entered through the glass door.

“Hey Levi, told you I’d stop by. “He walked up to the counter, a small smirk on his face. It’s been three days since Levi started his part time job as a barista at the corner café shop near their place. After finally learning enough recipes and only breaking two mugs and three plates, the manager told Levi he would be working the morning shift by himself. Remi, being the encouraging and supportive boyfriend he is, decided to come visit his other half and prevent a nervous breakdown.

“I see the shop is still in one piece, that’s a good start.” Remi chuckled lightly. Levi gave a playful pout.

“Hardy Har Har. Are you going to order something, or just tease me the whole time.” He asked rhetorically. Before he could give his smart ass response, Remi was cut off by the door opening again. Levi looked past Remi and smiled again.

“Alistar! Kanai, hey!” Alistar and Kanai walked in, Alistar rocking a skin-tight long sleeve shirt with the words ‘Mommy’s Main Piece’ across his chest, and black skinny jeans. Kanai, in his dark purple hoodie, with the words in neon ‘Too Cute to Tame, Too Crazy to Care’ and light grey pants.

“Oh, what the fuck.” Remi growled under his breath, refusing to turn around. Alistar ‘s eyes lit up as he saw his favorite violent fiend.

“Is that Remi I see? I thought you didn’t leave the house until McDonalds stopped serving breakfast.” Alistar teased, moving closer to the ticking bomb. Remi tightened his fist, and snapped his head to Alister, glaring.

“What the fuck makes you think- no. Don’t answer that.” Remi whipped his head back at Levi, eyes asking for an explanation.

“Oh, I told Alistar about getting a part time job here.”

“And I just HAD to come and support my FRIEND.” Alistar spoke with a smug grin, knowing that he was pushing Remi’s buttons.

“I have also come to try your coffee and experience the ‘vibe’ of the coffee shop. Drae says it is a peaceful place to drink coffee and do work.” Kanai said raising a hand up slightly, reminding them he was still here.

“Speaking of, where is he? I’d figured he would’ve come too.” Levi asked curiously.

“He’s sleeping in, something about not waking him up before eight unless I want poison in my food.” Alistar spoke, amused. Kanai nodded agreeing to the statement.

“Drae is cranky when he wakes up early.” He deadpanned. Alistar scoffed.

“Cranky is an understatement. Anyway, coffee?”

“Of course! Yeah, I can do this. Right. Do you know what you want?” Levi asked, looking at the keypad, in preparation.

“What’s the strongest drink you have?” Alistar moved next to Remi, slightly pushing him out of the way to stand in front of Levi. Remi growled again, glaring hard with intent in his eyes.

“Hey, I was here first!” He spoke with a snarl. Levi looked at the keypad with focus, using his concentration on the menu in front of him.

“Um…a Blonde Roast Brewed Coffee. But the smell and taste are really strong, so I’d suggest some cream and sugar.” Levi said after reading the nutrition facts of the menu.

“Ill take one of those then, no sugar or cream with triple expresso.” Alistar said waving his hand.

“The fuck you will, I’m first!” Remi pushed Alistar out of the way and turned to Levi, taking a breath.

“I’ll just have a caramel latte.”

“Pussy.” Alistar fake coughed.

“Fuck you.” Remi growled, causing Levi to sigh.

“Both of you stop. Now, I’ll make yours first Remi. Kanai, do you know what you want?” Kanai looked in thought.

“I will also have a caramel latte, double caramel and 5 sugars and cream.”

“Okay great, two heart attacks coming up.” Levi took the payment from Remi first, then Alistar for the two drinks.

While they waited for their coffees, Remi did his best to ignore Alistar’s comments, as Kanai looked around the shop.

“Here Remi, I put in extra whip cream for you, free of charge.” Levi winked slyly, knowing he’s going to pay for that later at home. Remi smirked and touched Levi’s hand intentionally when he grabbed his drink.

“Thanks kitten.” His eyes promising another use of whip cream in the near future. Levi turned away, reminding himself he was at work.

“And my coffee?” Alistar asked leaning over the counter, looking bored out of his mind. And a bored Alistar is a dangerous Alistar.

“On it.” Levi quickly went to work on his order, as Alistar was rewarded with a glare from Remi. Levi prepared the beans and put them in the machine, the scent began messing with Remi’s nose. He discreetly sniffed and turned away from the two, sipping his drink as he watched Levi make Alistar’s cup. His nose crinkled as the smell was becoming stronger as the liquid filled the small mug. He used the sleeve of his hoodie to rub at his nose to fight off the irritation.

“You alright there sniffles?” Alistar’s voice cut into Remi’s thoughts, and he glared at the source. Alistar smirked, as if knowing what was irritating the green-eyed man.

“Here you go Alistar. Oh! And yours as well Kanai.” Levi gave them their mugs and the scent became stronger, setting off an itch in Remi’s nose.

“Heh. “Remi squashed his nose with his sleeve, giving Alistar a quick glare before looking away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Little did he know that Alistar caught on quick and would do anything to get what he wants.

And right now, that was to see Remi make a mess of himself.

“Oh, Levi, could you be a dear and please grab me abit of creamer please?” He asked slyly, keeping the steaming mug of black coffee between himself and Remi. Remi glared, his grip on his own mug tightening.

“Of course, here.” Levi grabbed some small creamers.

“Oh, and a few packs of sugar to, please.” He played it smoothly, his eyes never leaving Remi’s face.

“How about you take that slug and get heh- get the fuck heehh- the fuck away- hd’ISChh!” Remi kept his nose in his sleeve, feeling the spot becoming wet.

“And miss this show? Never.” Alistar gleamed.

“Donnie?” Kanai looked at him confused, noticing the creamers by his cup. Alistar never puts anything in his coffee. ‘I like my coffee black, like my soul.’ He recalls him saying.

“Not now Nai, the entertainment has just begun.” Alistar smirks. Remi tried to glare at him through teary eyes.

“F-fuck hhh’ISH’ih! He’IISHH! hehh-hEh’TXSSHEW!” Remi felt the snot coat his sleeve on that last sneeze, the congestion beginning to build up behind his sinuses as he tried to regain dignity and sniff back what he could. Kanai then made an ‘oooh’ face, understanding what his best friend was doing. He nodded and went back to his coffee, taking a seat nearby as the two others stayed by the counter.

“Need a napkin?” Alistar offered, moving much closer to him, a look of mischievous graced his face as he held out a single napkin. Remi snuffled a growl and snatched the napkin from him, burying his nose into it as he turned away.

“D-dambnit Hh’IISHH! Hd’ISCHhh! Huh’GDTS’ue! Heeeh- Hd’ISCHEW!” Remi moved further away from the two as he tried to contain the mess.

“I finally found the sugar packets! Sorry about the wait Al!” Levi ran over to them, holding a small box of newly opened sugar packets.

“That’s quite alright, I was just enjoying the scenery.” He spoke while pointing at Remi, who blew through that napkin, and now into his own hands. Levi frowned and grabbed some more napkins, running out from behind the counter towards Remi.

“Rems, are you okay?” He asked worried, holding the napkins out towards his poor boyfriend’s face. Remi groaned before another “Heh’ISCHhh” blew into what was left of the napkin.

“Kidden.” He snuffed, and Levi took that as his que that Remi was done. He slowly pulled Remi’s hands from his face, seeing the strings of snot connecting from his poor and abused red nose, his glistening wet lips, and the spray that hit the disintegrated napkin what was left in his hands.

“Oh, my poor baby. What set you off?” Levi cooed, taking the napkins and cleaning off Remi’s hands before working on his face gently. He had Remi’s back towards Al and Kanai, so they wouldn’t see him like this.

“The coffee smbell.” Remi looked annoyed. He took another napkin and blew his nose, clearing it of any left-over scent of that vile brew Alistar ordered.

“Really? Well, I guess the scent was pretty strong. Sorry about that.” Levi frowned. Holding a napkin to his nose Remi wrapped his arm around Levi.

“Don’t be, It pbut mbe in the mbood.” He pulled Levi in so he could feel how hard his cock was. Levi’s eyes reddened and he looked round, catching Alistar and Kanai’s eyes. He turned to Kanai with a pleading look. Kanai, taking the hint took Alistar’s shirt sleeve.

“Donnie, if we go right now, I’ll let you tie me to the bed and do whatever you want for 20 minutes. “Kanai haggled. Alistar turned his attention to him with a wide grin.

“Anything?” Kanai nodded and Alistar picked Kanai up over his shoulder and kicked the glass door open, shattering it.

“Well let’s go! Have fun you two!” He called out as he left with a dramatic run.

Well, Levi was probably going to get fired anyway. He grabbed Remi’s shirt and pulled him down into a kiss.

“Bathroom. Ndow.” Remi breathed out.

“Yes sir.”

~Plz Don’t Repost To Non-Snzfic Blogs~

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disacurveball · 1 year ago

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HEY can we talk about regency harem AUs i am ill about them as well what about the frozen one does jonah get thrown overboard as well? Does he try to seduce Jonathan/Elsa first?? 😭

Oh my god, I just entered my inbox to find this message, and I love you sm...I have been on the regency harem train for two years now and the brainworms have never left.

Lowkey had no idea what you were talking about for a sec because that was a joke AU drawing from like over a year ago, but it's all coming back to me now and im laughing.

Hans!Jonah in a Frozen AU is everything to me because he a. so left albrecht (anna) to die, b. is doing all this shit for personal gain, c. ginger.

i feel like how this differs from the og frozen movie is that he tries to sing love is an open door with elsa!jonathan first and then immediately gets shot down. his poor little ego isn't used to that. he then immediately seduces anna!albrecht and gives him a cursed book that will slowly kill him. don't worry, he will definitely get thrown overboard too.

lately, i've been really into writing a vampire au for them, with jonathan as the main because he's going through getting turned by jonah and his hoes. the regency harem being some fuck ass vampire coven who just sits around drinking blood and entertaining themselves, while on an extreme high horse, is so fun to me. if you couldn't tell, I am a Fanshawe main. He is my OC at this point. i talk about his ass daily with the besties.

anyone feel free to come in the inbox/dms to talk about them in canon or regency harem aus more. i am unwell as well. just trying to not ramble forever on this post.

#tma #jonah magnus #the magnus archives #albrecht von closen #jonathan fanshawe #barnabas bennett #regency harem #magshawe #jonahbas

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phantomdoofer · 2 years ago

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A Brother's Tale - Running Hell

Gustavo strolled into the briefing room, holding his pack over his shoulder. He could see Giuseppe was already there, Anita beside him. Something was wrong. Giuseppe was slumped forward, his shoulders tighter than normal. Anita had her hand on the man's shoulder, with an expression of uncharacteristic concern.

Gustavo set down his pack and went over to his friend. I mean, with all the shit we've gone through, we've all got problems, but something feels... extra wrong.

Giuseppe looked devastated. He was staring at his hands, which held what was probably some kind of report. Gustavo knew the enemy had unveiled some terrifying new weapon, which was devastating the entire world. Plus they'd somehow found a huge group of new soldiers, and the allied lines were being pushed incredibly hard. Somehow, this feels more personal. Oh no, was our hometown targeted? Mom, Dad, Gustavo, Mama Spaghetti, Peppino... "Sepp?" He said tentatively. "What's happened?"

Without looking up, Giuseppe spoke. "Peppino may be dead."

Gustavo was stunned. A huge chunk of why this wild bunch of essentially super-powered individuals stayed in line was the knowledge that their other selves were being kept safe. I mean, accidents happen, but... "How?"

Giuseppe continued. "Somebody fucked up the paperwork that was supposed to keep clones out of the draft. A lot of clones got drafted... including Peppino and Gustavo."

Gustavo's heart stopped. Mine? But what... what about my parents? They need him! His parents, both ill from a chemical attack early in the war, relied on the other Gustavo for help and income.

Giuseppe shook his head. "They've been in the front lines a while now. Yesterday there was a bad ambush. Peppino and Gustavo's unit got wiped out, except for them. Peppino took one of those new shredder rounds right in the chest." He choked. Most of them considered their clones to be siblings. "Gustavo was wounded too, but he managed to get Peppino to a field hospital. They're working on him, but they don't know if he's gonna make it."

Suddenly Giuseppe wadded the paper into a tight ball, and threw it across the room. "My brother may be dead! Peppino might be dead! Because some goddamn pencil-pusher forgot to do their goddamn job!" He leaned over, clutching his sides, growling as he tried not to scream in grief and rage.

His friend's distress overrode his own fear for his brother. And there's not a damn thing we can do about this. Anita leaned over and hugged Giuseppe. "I'm so sorry, Sepp," she said.

The Major walked in, not doing his usual act for once. His face was grave. "I see you've gotten the news. If it's any consolation Giuseppe, I had no idea until it was too late myself. He's getting the best care they've got there, but they can't afford to move him." Giuseppe looked at the Major, who looked him in the eyes and said, "I truly hope he makes it."

Giuseppe's eyes were harder than Gustavo had ever seen them. They looked twisted, demented. This is worse than when he's running. When he spoke, his voice shook. "I hope so, Major. If my brother dies, I... I..." he looked back down. His voice grew tiny. "I don't know what'll happen."

The Major came over and stood in front of them. "Easy, soldier. You're getting close to talking about defection... or worse. I understand how you feel, but keep it under control. I guarantee you, the ones responsible for this are already on the way out. This was a major blunder, one that should've been caught several times over." He smiled grimly. "Now, I need you to come to the Theater," the Major said, referring to their rarely-used main briefing room. "We have a new mission."

~~~~

The three of them looked around as they entered the Theater. Here was where they'd been introduced to their new lives. Told the whole deal: the clones, the special talents, the works. Haven't seen this many of us together since we left boot. From one side, a hand waved at Giuseppe. "Oy! Rapitaliano! You break the sound barrier yet?" The voice was teasing, but friendly. Must be Enrique. Only one who ever called me that. He waved back, but didn't trust himself to speak. The guy was the only one faster than him in their original group. They had developed a friendly rivalry. Giuseppe wasn't too surprised he was still around, as fast as he was.

There were a lot of faces missing. We've been lucky. A lot of new faces, too. They all looked nervous. Must be new recruits. He frowned. This has got to stop. The NEED for it has to stop.

As they sat down, Gustavo had his laptop out. "They're hitting cities really hard," he said, looking nervous. "This thing is insane. It just... vaporizes the target. Melts it. Twenty cities now. They're not even just aiming at us. Even the neutral countries are being hit."

"Bet that's the Demons again," Anita said. "They like pain and suffering."

Giuseppe nodded. So far his and Gustavo's hometown had been too small to target. But it was only a matter of time. "They'll destroy the whole world at this rate."

"Attenn-SHUN!" The Major bellowed, and everyone stood straight as an older man strode into the room, moving to the podium. Mentally, Giuseppe whistled. A Five-Star. This is really serious.

The General cleared his throat. "Thank you. Be seated." They sat. "I just want to say thank you all for all your sacrifices. Without you, we would have lost this war long ago." He gestured at the screen behind him, which lit up with a map. "Some of you may have heard that we have located the enemy's secret weapon. This is true. We taken to calling it "Inferno.""

Inferno, Giuseppe thought, "Hell." Good name for a weapon that burns everything.

"Two days ago, the Demons and the Talpas betrayed the Ninda. They had since proceeded to systematically destroy the five biggest Ninda cities." On the map, the Ninda capitol and the four largest cities blinked out.

Anita snorted. "Good riddance." Gustavo elbowed her hard in the side. Giuseppe had mixed feelings. While they were the enemy, he thought about his own family. Can't punish everyone for a few's evil. This is genocide.

"Since this betrayal, the Ninda have offered intelligence and begged for assistance. They've offered an immense amount of information on Inferno, starting with its location." A light appeared on the map. "Our own intelligence agencies have confirmed the Ninda's information. It's close enough for a full strike, but it's heavily protected. And they're using old technology to shield it. There's no way we can take it down with conventional weaponry, or even using old tech. Or so they think." He gestured at the map again, which zoomed in. "Our forces will engage theirs at this location. We're bringing everything in: air support, ground troops... and you." He gestured. "Some of you will join our forces, being distributed to units where your special talents will be useful." He pointed at a few of them, Giuseppe included. "For the ones of you with speed-based abilities, we have a special mission. You're the key to this operation." He clicked again, and a diagram of a piece of Old Tech appeared on the screen.

"A teleporter," Gustavo spoke softly. "I thought they'd all been destroyed."

"We've kept a supply of these in deepest secrecy for just such an occasion. Thanks to the information provided by the Ninda, and some of our own scientists', efforts, they should go right through those damned shields. You fast types will teleport inside, find the control room, and plant a special-made device in their base which will overload this monstrosity."

Giuseppe gulped. He immediately started sweating. Gustavo and Anita both grabbed an arm each, and he untensed a bit.

But not much.

The General looked grim. "I won't lie. This is going to be incredibly dangerous. They will defend it tooth and nail. We'll give you as much time as we can, but if they get that thing charged up, they'll wipe us out. The war will be over. And they'll torch the planet."

Not a sound echoed in the chamber.

"We're counting on you all. It's been seven years since this program began. Hopefully, you will be the last we need."

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The actual briefing had taken an hour, then they'd been handed their unit assignments. Anita and Gustavo were going with a unit or Army troops.

Giuseppe, of course, had his own assignment.

He stood up to move towards his group. Anita touched his thigh, saying nothing. Gustavo spoke. "Hey, meet us up top afterwards. I've got something I want to do."

Giuseppe nodded, and moved to meet the rest of "Team Blitz."

Enrique was leading the discussion, of course. "Glad you're still here, 'Seppe. Honestly, I think you've got the best chance of pulling this off. Even if I am faster." He gestured in front of him. "No built-in shields."

A teenage girl spoke up. She's so young, Giuseppe thought, from the ripe old age of twenty-two. "Do they really think we can do this? You know the inside of that place will be a deathtrap."

"Exactly why they're sending us," Enrique said, "we might be fast enough to avoid some of it."

Giuseppe spoke, "We have to be. You heard the General. This thing can wipe out the whole force with one shot if they decide to use it. This is a Hail Mary - that thing can just snipe us anywhere in the world. If they spread out enough to not get hit all at once, they'll just be broken. The Demons seem to have endless troops."

Another one, an Ogre woman, spoke. "Think maybe they've found some cloning tanks?"

That thought was sobering. "If they found enough to make this many troops this fast, then that would explain the haste. It's not just Inferno they're worried about. They'll overrun us with endless troops," Enrique said.

"No wonder the Breads are scared, " the Ogre said. "They're gonna join the rest of us in getting wiped out."

All of them stared at the floor for a minute. This really is do or die. For everyone. "We can't afford to fail," Giuseppe said. Everyone nodded. "If we fail, it all fails."

~~~~

Giuseppe found Anita and Gustavo outside, staring up at the sky. He sat beside them. Out here, the stars were a river of light. Truly secret bases don't generate a lot of light, after all. Not on the surface. For several minutes, they sat in silence. Finally, Anita spoke. "Sepp... do you think we're getting out of this one?"

"Why are you asking me? You're the boss," Giuseppe said. "You tell me."

"Sepp, I may take the lead, but it's always you pulling our asses out of the fire." She shrugged. "This is... big. Too big for me." She looked back up. "If... when I get out, I want to just come live someplace like this. Away. What about you two?"

Gustavo shrugged. "I dunno. I kind of want to learn to cook. Wasn't your father a pizzaiolo, Sepp? What about you? Maybe open up a pizzeria?" He smirked.

Giuseppe thought about it. Maybe. "I don't know. I'd have to check on Ma and... and Pino..." his voice trailed off.

Gustavo reached into his pocket. He handed something to each of them. "Here. I made these a while back, but I never got a chance to give them to you until now."

Giuseppe held it up to the starlight. "A leather bracelet?"

"For my truest friends." Gustavo said. "I know, it's stupid and sentimental, but... if something happens... I wanted something for us to remember each other with."

Anita already had hers on. As Giuseppe gently wrapped his around his wrist, Anita hugged him. "I love you, you little boulder." She gathered Giuseppe into the hug, and he leaned into it. He reached around and enveloped the two smaller ones, holding them close.

"You two are family to me, just as much as Ma and Peppino. I won't ask for promises, because I can't make any. But... if don't make it... know that I love you."

The stars watched as the three huddled in silence.

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Giuseppe stretched and warmed up as they waited for the signal to go. Anita and Gustavo should be with their unit by now. Without his friends there, he was even more anxious than usual. Of course, this possibly being the end of the world as we know it might have something to do with that, too. The others around him were silent. Every face carried a mix of anxiety and determination. Even Enrique wasn't cracking jokes. He gently touched the leather bracelet, and his nerves calmed slightly. Thank you, mio amico. Be safe, both of you.

"Hello there," a familiar voice said behind him.

Giuseppe turned. "Doctor... Houlwea, wasn't it?"

The Ninda smiled. "I'm surprised you remembered! Yes, I've been working to get these teleporters set up." He handed Giuseppe a small cylinder, the size of a pen. "The button on that will bring you back to this." He held up a small briefcase-like device. "It's very old though, so try not to abuse it."

"Thanks, Doctor." He place the small item in one of the many pockets on the front of his suit.

The Ninda hesitated, then placed a hand on Giuseppe's arm. "I want to say thank you again for rescuing me. My notes turned out to be vital in figuring out a way to get these teleporters to work through those shields." He looked down. "I wish I'd known about this Inferno thing. Maybe I could've done... something."

Despite himself, Giuseppe smiled. "Doc, you know they'd probably just have killed you or something. You did what you could."

The bread-man shook himself. "I guess. I hope I get to see you again. We're all rooting for you."

As he walked away, Giuseppe patted his pocket. Hope this thing works. If it doesn't, it'll be charcoal time.

The Major stepped forward. Everyone but Giuseppe jumped. The Major's mustache twitched in amusement. "All right, listen up. The battle started a few minutes ago, and it's fierce. So far there's no sign of them using Inferno. They probably think they don't need to. When you get there, we estimate you'll have about five minutes between them noticing you and the weapon being charged enough to fire. Do not take chances, and don't get fancy. Get to your target, insert that drive, and use those porters to leave. Now, get your arms ready!"

Giuseppe nodded, and pulled his shotgun out. You and me again, he thought. One last run.

Houlwea worked a control panel, and a swirling green and pink portal appeared in front of them. The Major yelled, "That's it! Team Blitz, give em hell!"

They charged through the portal as one.

The transition was instant, moving from their meeting zone to the inside of one of the biggest rooms Giuseppe had ever seen.

All hell broke loose. Bullets began pinging all around him. He dashed forward, Enrique right behind him. They'd agreed at the briefing that he'd lead, acting as a shield for the other runners. Despite his desire to weave and juke, he charged straight ahead, using his special talent to provide a little cover to his teammates.

He heard a cry behind him. Someone had been hit. He heard the thump as they fell, the others hurtling over the body. Nothing I can do for them. Gotta go, gotta go!

The fire was intense. The only thing saving him was the field of pure speed and rage in front of him. Several Talpa and even a few Demons stepped out of alcoves, aiming weapons at them. The runners went on the evasive, the fire too broadly spread now for Giuseppe's shield to offer much protection for them. He heard several cries behind him as runners were hit.

He didn't hear any teleporters going off. Every hit was a kill. He turned the grief into rage, which he turned into acceleration. Faster, faster. Push it, break your limit. Don't let them die in vain.

As he ran, Giuseppe caught glimpses of rooms filled with glass tanks. Cloning tanks. He grinned hugely. Good. Two birds with one stone.

Guiseppe hit a straightaway, and he risked a quick glance behind him. He was shocked to see only himself, the ogre woman, and Enrique left. Oh Mio Dio, we might not make-

As he turned his head forward, a searing pain tore through the right side of his face, from right beside his right eye along the side of his head. He screamed, still running. He felt blood running down the side of his face. How did something get past the shield from that angle? He saw a flash, and a beam of light shot past him. Ahead, a group of Demons fired fiery blasts at the trio.

Oh shit, whatever those are, my shield doesn't stop them! His boots screamed as he started evading, hoping to throw off their aim.

The Ogre woman got past him, charging at the demons. She roared as she was grazed several times, then took a shot full in the chest.

Then Enrique blazed past him. What the hell is he doing??

"Go, 'Seppe! Go! You've got to do it!" He pinballed amongst the Demons, breaking their line and throwing off their aim as he bounced around. Giuseppe had just enough time to see one of them blast him before he was past.

I'm the last one. As he ran, tears streamed from his eyes. He screamed in pain and rage. Rage became speed. Tears mixed with blood as he accelerated more, pushing himself past the limit. Go. His heart felt like it would fly out of his chest, but he ignored it. Go. He skidded around a hairpin turn, barely losing speed. Don't let them have died for nothing. He bounced off a wall, spinning in a desperate attempt to avoid the beams and bullets around him. He felt several grazes, but no real hits. Do it for them. He jumped down a flight of stairs, slid down the handrail of a catwalk, a fall a million miles deep just below his feet. Do it for Anita and Gustavo, Ma and Pino.

DO IT.

Giuseppe ran right through a Demon who stood in front of him, who didn't even have time to respond before exploding into messy bits.

Faster, you bastard, faster!

The sound of alarms dopplered down as Giuseppe pushed himself harder and harder. Suddenly the air seemed to open in front of him, and he saw a shockwave fly away. Sound barrier. True Mach 1. He put everything he had left into his run.

Objects shattered in his wake.

Suddenly he realized he was there. He skidded to a stop, bursting through the door to the control center as he decelerated. It was surprisingly small. Only a couple of Demons were there, holding their heads as the sonic boom deafened them. With burning determination Giuseppe gunned them down. Fuck you and fuck you. Then he stepped over to the control panel. This is for you, guys. He plugged the small drive into the port, and it quickly did its job. He heard the rumble as Inferno's core started to overload. Ok, thirty seconds and this place will melt itself. Good riddance. Now to get out of here. He pulled the small pen trigger out and clicked it.

The pen garbled a strange noise, but nothing happened.

Giuseppe looked down at the pen in horror. "CAZZO!" He shrieked. He started running, back towards the entrance, clicking the pen rapidly. Fuckfuckfuck! The building was shaking, a roar like an angry god chasing him through the halls. He hurtled over fallen soldiers, enemies and allies both. Debris and fallen weapons threatened to trip him constantly.

As he ran, he clicked rapidly. "Come on, come on...!"

*click* *click* *click* *click* *cli-BWIP*

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The sound of cheering stirred Peppino from his stupor. Wha... what's... He felt so tired, like his body was made of lead. There was a pressure on his face. An oxygen mask. And everything hurt. Last thing I remember was... blood... pain... Gustavo, repeating my name over and over...

He blearily opened his eyes.

From the next bed over, Gustavo looked over. "Oh hey! You're awake!" He hopped down and came over, hopping up on a stool. He grabbed Peppino's hand.

"What... what-a happened?" Peppino said.

Gustavo looked grim. "I almost lost you, Pino. We got ambushed. You got shot, I brought you back. You didn't respond to anything. There was so much blood..." He pointed at the heavy bandages on Peppino's body. "You were close to death, my friend."

"We were... ambushed?" Peppino said. "What about... the others?"

Gustavo looked down.

Peppino's eyes filled with tears. All gone. Like that. I miei fratelli.

Gustavo looked up. "But look! Look at the TV! They did it! They destroyed the enemies' weapon!"

Peppino worked to focus on the screen. The words "Enemy Superweapon Destroyed" floated above a picture of what looked like a mountain of slag.

Peppino sighed. All he could think about was his friends. Riposate in pace, amici miei. He laid back, their faces floating across his mind's eye.

Gustavo patted his hand. "I'll let the doctors know you're awake. They'll be so excited!" As the gnome jumped off, Peppino noticed he had bandages wrapped around his own waist, stained with blood. "Gustavo, you're-a wounded, too?"

Gustavo waved a hand. "Non è niente. I got a graze while I was bringing you in. Nothing serious." He ran out the door.

Guilt filled Peppino's heart. Mio amico, that was no graze. You nearly got yourself killed saving me.

He looked back at the screen. People were celebrating in the cities. Outside, someone was setting off fireworks.

Peppino cringed, the sound distorting into bombs and gunfire, screams and curses.

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Be glad you didn't lose your eye, Giuseppe thought as he touched the bandage covering the right side of his face. Or your head. Part of his right ear was gone, burned away. The skin between his eye socket and ear had been fried, too. It would heal, but he'd have a hell of a scar.

I'm still here. If it hadn't been for the pain, he might not have believed it.

When Giuseppe walked in, the Theater erupted into raucous cheers and applause. Before he could respond, Anita and Gustavo wrapped around him.

"You did it, you did it!" They yelled together. Suddenly Anita dragged his face down and kissed him full on the lips, causing the crowd to erupt in whistles, catcalls and jeers of "get a room!" Giuseppe grinned despite himself. "Anita, I didn't know you cared."

She pressed a hand to his lips. "Don't read too much into it, Sepp. I'm just glad you're alive, friend."

The reminder of the other runners sobered him. "How many did we lose?"

Gustavo looked sad. "A lot. All the other runners. And most of us that were outside, too. There's maybe a dozen of us left." He looked up at Anita. "We got really lucky."

Giuseppe looked down. Riposate in pace, fratelli miei.

With mixed feelings, he let his friends drag him into the crowd. He didn't feel much like celebrating, but everyone else did. Can't blame them too much. The world didn't end.

A few minutes later, the Major came in, and pulled him aside. "I wanted you to know, your brother pulled through. In fact, he just woke up."

Giuseppe felt a band of tension snap in his heart. Ih grazie a Dio. Giuseppe grinned hugely, and gave the Major a giant hug that lifted him off his feet. Putting him down, happy tears in his eyes, Giuseppe threw up both fists and yelled "MY BROTHER LIVES!" Anita and Gustavo cheered loudly, the crowd cheered back, despite not knowing the context, and the Major straightened his tie. "I'll let that one slide this time, Spaghetti. Don't do it again." Then he smiled. "I'm glad. We've lost too much already."

Giuseppe smiled at him. "Amen per questo, Major."

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Standing outside in the predawn gloom, Giuseppe looked up at the fading stars. It's a new world from here on out. The program was officially being shut down, once things had been wrapped up with the war. Or at least, the original version was. Some of them were staying, including the three of them, to form the core of a new military branch. The world would still need guardians. Some sort of mixture of elite strike forces and intelligence operations, no name yet. But Giuseppe understood. There were far more threats than one alliance of aggressors.

Giuseppe smiled. It all meant something, in the end, after all.

Gustavo and Anita walked up on either side of him. He wrapped his arms around his smaller companions.

The three stood and watched as the sun rose.

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Peppino leaned back in his recliner, looking at his brother with newfound respect. "That was you!" he said in awe. "You're the one they called the Hellrunner."

Giuseppe grinned meekly from his position laying on Peppino's couch. "Yes. I don't know who came up with that, but it eventually became my call sign."

"The news channels were full of-a people speculating about the soldier who took that Demon superweapon down. It all sounded so fanciful and-a overblown. But knowing the kind of people who did it now..." He looked down. "Its still hard for me to believe I survived." Peppino said.

"You shouldn't have been in the war at all," Giuseppe said, frowning. "None of you. I found the ones who lost that paperwork and we had... words."

Peppino laughed. "So where are the bodies buried?"

Giuseppe chuckled. "Words. Just words. Not to say there weren't a few... implications."

Peppino grew serious. "All I did was take down a tower. You saved the world."

Giuseppe sat up. "Don't sell yourself short, Pino. We'd been trying to track down Pizzahead for years. If I'd have found him, I'd have sent in several teams. The technology in that tower could have done untold damage." He pointed at Peppino. "You are a strong man. Don't forget that."

Coming from the old soldier in front of him, that was quite a compliment. Peppino tried not to swell with pride. "Thank you for the story, fratello."

"Any time, fratellino."

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what’re your hopes and theories for the next episode in terms of plot and with each character/relationship 🫶

oh this is fun. gonna have to do a HUGE caveat at the beginning of this though: my brain can like physically only do spec for buddie storylines lmao. when it comes to every other character theyre just like my little guys who i get to see on the tee vee screen every week and i dont rly have to spend time theorizing about them because i just love them all dearly and am excited to see them.

with that said, ill give you my realistic version of events, because if i get hopeful or theoretical things will be quite out of left field. in the promo though we see maddie going to dispatch with hen to go find chimney, this is obviously the main thing of the episode and the b plot is obviously wherever the hell chim actually is.

but buck and eddie dont go to dispatch... so in my mind we get a comedic relief C plot where buddie tries to piece together the puzzle of what the fuck happened last night. and if they want to make out a little about it thats cool too but we'll see.

and also Lou mentioned that tommy has a big enterance and that hes late to the wedding, so im obsseesed with the idea of him literally landing a helicopter at the wedding venue and bringing chimney to the alter lmao, i love when this show is absolutely batshit.

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omensgate · 1 year ago

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my concrete and main sofanthiel headcanon is that sofanthiel is arena nightcat after ascending. by its nature it embodies facets of each slugcat and past that lives many fractured lives (which i try and document in That fanfic i need to update ACTUALLY? i totally forgot lol i half wrote a chapter related to the ship showdown that i did not complete and do not want to because it was only timely for christmas. ill drop it below the cut and put in some commentary at the end. it is 1575 words long and largely unedited)

Hunter typically made a point to arrive at any of it's obligations exactly on time, never too early to be an inconvenience and certainly not shamefully late as if she'd forgotten, but given that in this certain situation there were… extraneous circumstances, namely who he was to meet, he felt that it was absolutely necessary that it come to Inv's house a good quarter of an hour before she'd been requested to- no, it could not care if Enot was bothered by it appearing before it'd gotten it's house ready given the likelihood of it truly preparing or cleaning at all was slim to none, and even if so, she could guess that Sofanthiel's chagrin would be less important than disarming the area.

As ever, upon entrance (allowing herself into ???'s home, as it did not even spare the time to answer the door, not that that was atypical behavior that would surprise Hunter coming from it), Hunter was proven correct in it's forethought and concern- really, as much as a troublemaker as Inv was, the main drawback of it's behavior and only truly bad thing about being friends with it was how alarmingly it succeeded in inflating Hunter's ego with how often his assumptions about it were proven correct. Everything above neck high was covered in mistletoe, and if the room had been filled with other people you would not manage 2 steps before having to give someone a kiss, so Hunter went along removing each and every sprig of leaves and flowers upon her path, storing them in his scarf to return to Sofanthiel eventually, when it could be trusted with this custom.

Once the house seemed clean (of mistletoe, not in general- they were friends, of course, but not friends enough that Hunter would start picking up dirty dishes and strewn clothes unless he was paid in some way for the effort), she moved to enter Inv's room after taking the mistletoe off the doorway and giving a brief knock to the door to warn them of her imminent arrival, hearing a quick singsong "come in!~" in response. Pushing the door open, he was, for once, a bit surprised to see Inv standing right in the doorway and not glued to it's computer as she had expected, smiling massively at Hunter like a child on Christmas (instead of the more accurate adult on Christmas, as it was). "Hey, Hunter! Look-" It pointed up towards the doorway before it jolted, the smile thoroughly melting off it's face in an instant as it looked back down to Hunter, now perceiving the mistletoe adorning their form- decidedly under their head which seemed to be out of the threshold for Christmas customary kissing. "Ooh, you absolute slippery rascal! I cannot believe you!!" ??? whined, momentarily assuming the entirely cartoonish pose of stamping on the floor with it's feet, fists balled and armed tensed, eyes scrunched close in sudden apparent anger before returning to some normal approximation of regular emotion, quickly meandering to face it's television, tapping away at it's phone now. "Do you know how hard I worked to get all of that set up?! And- mistletoe isn't free, you know, I had to PAY to set all that up," in moments Inv had streamed a large black and white swirl on the television, the hypnotic motion only broken up by large impact font text in the middle saying "KISS EACH OTHER", a command so outlandish Hunter really, desperately hoped it's friends would not fall for that. Regardless, to ???'s vocal complaints, Hunter moved to offer it the mistletoe now that enough time had passed it's surely not be able to put it all up by the time it's friends arrived and if only to stop the pitiful complaining, but Enot waved her off as it moved to it's computer, where it normally stayed. "Yeah, yeah, I know you're not going to STEAL from me and keep it, I know I'm not 'losing it', but if I don't USE it, then it's a waste!" Inv signed exaggeratedly, leaning back in it's gamer chair and stretching intensely, getting comfortable as Hunter moved to instead drop the mistletoe onto Enot's bed. "And time is money… I could've spent that time putting it up doing something that wouldn't get immediately torn down instead, hmm…"

"No one would have fallen for them, anyways, I assure you," Hunter said, amused by Inv's behavior. Of course, it was not truly or sincere upset, and so any complaining it did was of little concern to Hunter. It had a big personality best described as mischievious, and so these little outbursts were par for the course for it. "I'm saving you from the disappointment of seeing everyone's outright refusal."

"You never know!" Inv said, spinning around in their chair so it could face Hunter, who now sat on the edge of Enot's bed as they waited for the others to arrive, leaning back comfortably like a toy thrown haphazardly down, limp and lax. "Maybe the Christmas spirit would get to them- they'd be grinchs to deny the tradition. Why are you such a grinch?!" It threw it's hands up now, exasperated but smiling widely.

Whatever nonsense Hunter would have to struggle to summon up to bounce Inv's energy back at them was tempered as two more people entered Sofanthiel's home. "Hey, Inv, I expected WAY more mistletoe in here- what's the heck's wrong with you?" Rivulet asked playfully, beelining to Inv's room with Spearmaster following more slowly behind. Spearmaster was Rivulet's designated driver as their attention span left others concerned for their safety if they did ever man a vehicle, though Hunter had no clue how either of them fathomed the commute with Rivulet's constant chatter and Spearmaster's full inability to speak back if it kept it's hands on the steering wheel as it should. It was never as disasterous as Hunter imagined- they both seemed happy, or at least for Spearmaster as happy as it usually looked, half lidded and aloof, staring around at the Christmas decorations in Enot's room (which looked like it bought the entirety of an aisle of festive decorations to furnish it's home).

"Hunter took them all down!" Inv's exasperation was reignited now that it had someone of like mind to play up it's despair to, gesturing violently towards the pink slugcat.

"Hunter, I cannot believe you! You absolute grinch!" Rivulet echoed Enot's words unknowingly, and in the same manner was smiling just as it was.

"Would you have fallen for it?" Hunter asked, amused, eyebrow raised at Rivulet.

"'Fallen for it'- why do you keep saying it like that, 'falling for it'? Like it's a trick?" Sofanthiel asked, spinning back around in it's chair to face it's computer, tapping away to some unknown website while they talked.

"It is a trick, isn't it?" Hunter asked, now moving it's expression from Rivulet to Sofanthiel, though it was not looking back at her. "The idea is you get startled and feel obligated, pressured, to kiss, right?"

"I'd never pressure anyone into that," Inv tsked, it's voice dropping in seriousness before rising right back up, wavering in it's theatrics, "It's all just for fun, it's an excuse to do what you're fine with. Normally." It said matter of factly, turning back now that it had opened up some blue website, arms crossed and eyes closed, confident in it's assessment.

"Do you think anyone in our friend group if flaggrantly kissing one another? That they're ready for that normally?" Hunter once more asked. Spearmaster leaned against the wall behind it, looking aside, while Rivulet snickered at the thought. "I'm not privy to everyone's interpersonal entanglement, but as far as I know surrounding you, everyone's always refused your advances," it felt rather mean to point that out, but she was genuinely curious by Enot's playful assertion.

"WHAAAAT, you think I did all THAT just because I, wanted kisses? Nooo way," It drew it's legs up to set it's feet upon the edge of it's chair, setting it's elbows upon it's knees and it's chin upon it's knuckles. "I just wanted to see everyone ELSE having fun," Hunter was genuinely unsure where the lies started or ended- Inv would surely sound more silly if it wasn't being serious, and some part of Hunter wanted to see it's friend selfless and less romance obsessed. Not that having some strange fixation on it's friends was any better, but she really worried it might really start getting depressed about how often it was refused affection by their mutual friends. Further discussion was once more stopped as more people entered- Gourmand and Saint as a pair, with Gourmand calling out that they were coming in in warning before being visible from Inv's room. As far as Hunter knew, they did not traditionally travel together (though Saint might benefit from the help Gourmand could provide navigating given it's ocular preferences), but having a hunch, Hunter checked the time and confirmed that this was the exact moment that Inv suggest they come to it's house. Rivulet and Spearmaster must have arrived just a bit quickly, Hunter knew that Spearmaster specifically loved to arrive before requested out of some slight anxiety, but Saint and Gourmand were both normal and punctual as Hunter would desire to be. They often met up along the way to locations when they were all invited to the same location at the same time.

POST THOUGHTS: this is a modern/anthro au where all the slugcats are friends with one another. how the chapter wouldve continued is that sofanthiel would reveal itd brought them together to show them that it was hosting the rw ship showdown, which would then spiral to one of them teasing the others that someone was surely dating someone else in the group, at which each member stiffens; sofanthiel realizes that, though it thought no one was dating, there is a COUPLE CAPER. SOMEONES KISSING SOMEONE AND IT NEEDS TO KNOW WHO. (also in this, hunter uses i think any pronouns..? and sofanthiel uses alternating names.)

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ohfriskbiscuits · 18 days ago

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intro post!!

(post may not always be up to date)

the name's soda or lee, im 16 years old, genderflux, and uhh i reall y like frisk :)) and chara. and kris. and clover. and asriel. and his future self flowey soemtimes /silly

speaking of me being a minor please dni if your main is comprised of nsfw and/or if you support problematic ships (e.g. adult x minor, adoptive incest [idgaf if you ship frisk and asriel/flowey since theyre not exactly canonically adoptive siblings (frisk can choose to go their own way in true pacifist) BUT DONT SHIP CHARA AND ASRIEL??? FRISK MAY NOT BE HIS CANON SIBLING BUT CHARA IS], etc. etc.)

anywaysss ehrm ill put more here later but rn i js wanna get the taglist out of the way

custom tags

(these were gonna be in all caps but tumblr said "no fuck you" while i was entering the featured tags so. dont mind the lack of consistency between here and the search bar)

#ACT - posts where i yap which arent reblogs lol (i do also prefer to use #ohfriskbiscuits for clarity, but its not the official featured tag. still, if i forget to tag smth as act, it will be under that tag)

#FIGHT - posts involving some sort of drama or other if i ever reblog any to this blog

#INTERACT- reblogs where i yap outside of tags

#INVENTORY - reblog tag!!

#SAVEPOINT - faves tag

general tags i'll also use

#shitpost - anything i deem funny lmao /hj

#utdr headcanon - (i'll also use any variation of this applicable (e.g. for a post about kris, #utdr headcanons, #deltarune headcanon and #deltarune headcanons all apply)

#character analysis

#[ship name] tag - i wont tag characters on any of my reblogs (only on any potential fics or art i post), but i'll try to tag the shipname plus both variations of the [character a] x [character b] tag (e.g. #soriel, #sans x toriel, #toriel x sans)

#reblog // #tumblr reblog - i'll still use these tags, they js arent main/featured tags.

#save for later - reminders n shit idk

anyeays thats it for now :) happy browsing!! if you follow me and have utdr content on your page i like (both reblogs and your own) im likely to follow back. js be warned it'll be from my primary blog @leebtwxx XP

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motherc0re · 2 months ago

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A COMBO MOVIE REVIEW

For a lot of people Combo on The Run was another typical eraserheads doscu that would be just telling the same story, but in the perspective of a gen z eraserheads fan i don't think it's the "same" story being told because the eraserheads in this documentary as i have watched the past documentaries like Myx's "gusto mo bang sumama" and i witness's Para sa masa docu.

in this movie review ill be exploring the

review of the film

what couldn't have been better for the documentary

lets begin.

The Review of this film.

i'd say the purpose of this documentary would be to share the lower level of the iceberg for the eraserheads, which is really something new knowing that we'd always hear the tip of the iceberg. An example of this is probably When we only knew that ely had a heart attack during the first Reunion concert back in 2008 and that was that, but in this documentary we had a little deeper cut like after the concert cut off we'd see that raimund wanted to just finish this set, so he hitted up with buddy and did a show in saguijo bar @2008, and a drunk marcus enters the bar very drunk forgetting the lyrics to "Pare Ko". In the documentary we're also able to see how ely felt during this time, and he explains how he feels very upset about this knowing that Raims and buddy did a whole set in the bar without him. Although Raims explained how it was a "dick" of a move to not do it with ely, but he shares the feeling that it felt right to finish the set for ely, but ely seems to very pissed off about it. The documentary is really good at placing the point of view of each band member knowing that we'd understand that theres a B side in every story. I'd say that they did a good job on the animations done with film like how they explained the chaotic things that the eheads have done during their peak and world tours back in the 90's. The movie also felt like a therapy session with the eraserheads finding out a lot of things with how the band was during the crashouts and how they never took care of eachother like family.

What couldn't have been better for this documentary

i think in my opinion this shouldn't have been a docu series, but yeah the cinematic release is a okay, BUT in the span of 1 - 3 years(?) that's a lot of filming we need that eraserheads footage that have been taken during the 2022 reunion, and there couldn't have been more people that deserved to tell the story like their old band manager Julie who was the main inspo for their song "Julie TearJerky". I think if it were to become a Documentary series we couldn't have had 4 episodes, which the last one is the whole concert in 4k with the good sound quality!. The 3 episodes couldn't have been focused and expanded more on the Early, peak of the band, and until the breakup and comeback. As i've heard theres multiple versions of the film which they had to change a few things before the release of the film nationwide.

I'd say for people who like opm, movies, and the band Eraserheads i'd say that ito ay Para Sa Masa.

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three-plums · 5 months ago

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talking about arcane again. at length. i went kind of insane tbh.

okay so ostensibly viktor's arc in the first season is about accepting his own mortality. his three main Things in s1 are to 1. believe in jayce so hextech can be developed 2. be against hextech's use as a weapon and 3. find out he's dying. after he finds out he's dying, him and jayce both look to the hexcore for a solution. he goes to singed, who cannot accept the death of his daughter, for help, and gets a "solution." viktor does not tell jayce about the solution despite telling himself "jayce will understand," presumably because when the opportunity presents itself, jayce has just clearly expressed anti-zaunite sentiment. i don't know how these are related but i guess it signals to viktor that he will not in fact understand. so then viktor goes and experiments on his leg and """fixes"""" it. and after that works, he immediately tries to use it to cure his TERMINAL ILLNESS, but sky dies in the process. then he finds a ledge to jump off of, is stopped by jayce, paralleling when viktor did the same for him, and SEEMS IN THAT MOMENT to accept his own mortality which i think is very interesting... the moment of him deciding NOT to kill himself seems to also be the moment he accepts that his illness is going to kill him. i think it makes sense, in that suicide is taking matters into your own hands, while waiting out a terminal illness is very much accepting that this matter is out of your hands. but anyway the point of this is that viktor's arc seems to be complete. he has accepted that his desire to live is not worth the consequences. sky died because of his desire to prolong his own life, using the hexcore in this way is too dangerous, it's perverse, whatever. message received. Mortality Accepted.

BUT THEN in the second season it's JAYCE who can't accept viktor's mortality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he goes against viktor's wishes, does NOT destroy the hexcore and in fact uses it to save his life/resurrect him (i'm not really sure which). JAYCE says fuck your acceptance!!! i'm invalidating that shit!! and like from a storytelling perspective this is totally fine so far. i have no problem with one character completing their arc and another character saying NO!!!! that's drama baby. HOWEVER. what happens after this? viktor leaves. for unclear reasons, though from what he says it seems like it's mostly, "You invalidated my acceptance arc. You broke a promise. I'm out." so Viktor literally has done nothing wrong here, Jayce has. this new paradigm we are entering is one where Jayce has invalidated Viktor's arc and made him into Something Else for the sake of keeping him alive. then Viktor starts healing people, which also seems like a good thing to me. he's Becoming Connected to the people he heals but this does not yet point to hivemind. he's just in his hippie era. he is Connected. then i think at this point Jayce gets flung into the far future, right, and he meets mage!Viktor and learns that this is the future they're headed for, and so his new mission is to kill Viktor to prevent this future. Okay... it makes Enough sense for now but it doesn't make Any Fucking Sense later when you find out mage!Viktor told Jayce "there is no prize to perfection, only end to pursuit," and THIS BIT OF WISDOM is what Viktor needed to hear all along, that he's perfect the way he is ❤️ like okay you'd think THAT would be Jayce's mission? Go Tell Viktor That Perfection Is Not Something He Should Be Pursuing. Except!! That wouldn't make any sense, would it!! Because Viktor Completed His Acceptance Arc Already, and he has not backtracked on it! he's literally just started a commune to heal the sick! at what point was he seeking perfection? it's literally after jayce tries to kill viktor and the big battle erupts that viktor (ALLEGEDLY) comes to the realization that humanity is like doomed to constant conflict or whatever and cranks up the hivemind dial. okay whatever this is very sudden but WHATEVER. so it's at THIS point that viktor decides the only way to prevent pain and conflict is hivemind. but still where is this supposed pursuit of perfection, and what does this have to do with his disability? i guess you can argue that the hivemind is the pursuit of perfection in that the goal is an end to conflict. but it just... does not really... make sense... because like yeah we should actually try to prevent Mass Casualty Events from occurring. that's not exactly a perfect world viktor is supposedly trying to create here... it's literally just a better world. obviously hivemind is not the answer but viktor's actions aren't my focus here, his motivations are. which simply do not add up to the finale we get. it just felt so unsatisfying that APPARENTLY all viktor needed to hear all along was that jayce thought his imperfections made him who he was. WHEN THIS ARC WAS STARTED BY JAYCE'S INABILITY TO ACCEPT VIKTOR'S DEATH!!!! never at any point was s2 a Viktor Needs To Accept Something About Himself arc. He accepted his mortality!! He completed that arc!! It was Jayce's actions that kick off this new arc!! Why is this on Viktor!!!!!! I don't get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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« - Mr. Kim, I'm delighted to finally have a face to put to your name. The director has nothing but praise for your work and performance.

- Mr Damarro, I'm delighted too, we've heard nothing but good things about you. »

The smiles were polite, as Taehyung tried to figure out who he had in front of him. Kuro Damarro was a ghost, we often heard his name in the papers, or in the media, but in reality nobody really knew him, never a scandal, or a small wave. Handsomely dressed in his red business suit, he seemed to discover the clinic had been open for barely two weeks now, but was already bursting at the seams. His smile never falters as he tours the facility, an old villa in the rich neighborhoods, completely rehabilitated into a smaller hospital. His eyes follow the fresh paint and perfectly aligned tiles, before entering the main treatment room.

« -So, this is where the magic happens. Doctor Kim Taehyung's workspace. Does it suit you? Does it meet all your expectations?

- I can't complain. Everything's perfect, thank you.

- It's me who should be thanking you, Dr. Kim. Thanks to you, hundreds... I should say, thousands of children will be able to live a normal life again. So thank you for agreeing to come and work for us. »

Taehyung smiles a forced, polite smile. And they both continue around the clinic to make sure that everything is absolutely perfect. If Taehyung's office was big in the public hospital, the one in the clinic was worthy of the director's, and Taehyung points to the black leather seat, letting Kuro settle in opposite him, before taking on a more serious air, the businessman looking at him with that little air he knew well, Jungkook had the same one when he looked at difficult files.

« - You're an intelligent man, aren't you, Doctor Kim?

- I certainly am.

- So don't let your new partner cloud your brain. It wouldn't be good for business, you know?

- My relationship never affects my performance, Mr Damarro. They never do.

- Oh, but I don't doubt it. Anyway, if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask, your wish is my command.

- Speaking of which, I'm a certain patient with serious illnesses, rather rare. And we're short of blood transfusion kits, so that could be a problem.

- We thought we'd placed a large enough order, but if you tell us you need more, so be it. Give me the application form, I'll sign it now. »

The paperwork takes center stage for several long hours, before the businessman resumes his activities, disappearing as he came, while Taehyung looks on quite contentedly at the stacked and signed files, proving that they'll have no problems for some time to come. His heart lightened as he made his way to the consulting rooms, looking at the various files on the admission desk, before wrinkling his nose, and making his way without saying a word to consulting room b-2, where little Kiyeon seemed to be waiting wisely.

« - Mr. Jeon, didn't you know we had an appointment today?

- We didn't have an appointment, but... Kiyeon had a high fever. And he vomited several times.

- Let's take a look. »

If Jungkook hadn't been so worried, he'd have laughed at his lover's professionalism, and moved over to let the doctor check on the child. Long minutes in calm silence, and the whispering of Taehyung's various requests. Finally, after a good twenty minutes, the doctor turns to Jungkook, looking serious.

« - Is he eating properly at the moment?

- Yes. Well, except for lunch, when he apparently didn't want to eat.

- Right, then. Any pain? Stomach, belly in general?

- I had a lot of pain last night. A big cramp, everything here. »

The child points to the middle of his belly, and Taehyung nods, squeezing his hands where the child says he's suffered, feeling to make sure he hasn't missed anything, before nodding again gently, smiling at the father who's on the verge of visibly fainting.

« - Nothing serious, but I want to keep him hydrated again, and see if his condition becomes more serious.

- Of course. Yes. Whatever it takes.

- Kiyeon, you stay with the lady, okay? Mr. Jeon, can you talk to us?

- You behave yourself, okay? I'll be back soon. »

Taehyung guides Jungkook through the wide corridors he discovers, before re-entering the office, rubbing his hands together nervously, as Taehyung settles down comfortably, pulling out Kiyeon's complete file, before taking on his serious air, which Jungkook finds far too sexy.

« - Jungkook, have you ever heard of a bone marrow transplant?

- I know that Kiyeon will be entitled to one when he comes of age, but that it will be difficult. Since he'll be at the bottom of the list.

- There might be a way not to have to resort to it, and not have to wait for the disease to take over. A new study has appeared, and Kiyeon ticks the boxes for the main tests.

- Really? That would be great!

- However, for this to work, we'd need cells belonging to a compatible person. Well, you're her father, so normally there'd be no problem. A close family member is necessary. »

Taehyung spoke without looking in front of him, writing down various little things in the files, before raising his head to face his lover's low gaze and paler-than-normal face. Curiosity and anxiety took hold of him, as he settled back more comfortably in his seat, silently asking what the problem was.

« -Is it compulsory? The person must absolutely be a member of the same family, right?

- Well, it's more practical, and allows us to be totally sure that there will be no rejection during transfusions. Why is that? You're his father, aren't you?

- Actually... I'm not really Kiyeon's father, I adopted him when he was born, five years ago. »

The information takes time to sink into Taehyung's mind, and he now understands why Kiyeon doesn't really look like Jungkook, at least not as a son should. The doctor stares at him, he also understands why Jungkook looks so pale, as a raging hand runs through his hair, and Jeon looks like he's about to break everything.

« - You have no connection with the biological parents?

A slight bitter laugh passes Jungkook's lips as he nods negatively.

- His mother died in childbirth, and his father has been completely off the radar for years.

- I'm sorry, Jungkook. But until we have a close family, we can't start the trial... Or even really consider a bone marrow transplant for Kiyeon.

- Wait, what? For what?

- As for the trial. Too many risks have to be taken into account, rejection first, the problems it can cause. But children in Kiyeon's case are less sick with time, as he grows older, he should have fewer problems.

- But he'll always be sick. I'm going to find the father. How long do I have?

- At the moment he's not in critical condition, and doesn't need surgery, so I'd say, for now, there's no rush. The study remains open for another three years. »

Jungkook seemed to relax, nodding softly as he accepted the hug from his lover, staring into space as he rested his head against Taehyung's shoulder, seeming to try not to cry. Taehyung didn't usually like this kind of news, but it was even worse when he had to tell someone close to him, so he gently stroked his hair, to help him feel better, before kissing him tenderly.

« - Whatever happens, we'll get through it together, okay?

- I hope so. »

-x-

The distant sound of the shower proved to Jimin that Yoongi still hadn't come out, and he let himself fall into the big bed, which had been remade and smelled lethally of washing powder. It had been itching for days, but he hadn't been allowed a second without the older man on his back. Now that he was sure that Min Yoongi wouldn't be coming to see him for at least another two hours, Jimin opened his laptop, quickly typing several names into the search bar, without finding any results. Nobody, nothing, infinite nothingness. People who should have been real celebrities had completely disappeared from the face of the earth. The more he searched, the more his heart ached, and the more his head spun, wondering what it all meant, what was really going on. His eyes followed the curves of the letters, again and again, hoping to see something he hadn't yet managed to discover, then an article caught his eye. Without thinking, he opens it. Then the world seems to collapse around him, he can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he straightens up when he hears bare feet arrive close to him.

« - Jimin?

- Who are you?

- What are you talking about, you know who I am. Min Yoongi?

- Min Yoongi? Or Suga? »

Jimin looks at him, glaring. Anger, disappointment, he straightens up as if he's going to fight him, and maybe he's lost enough to do so. He looks at him as if he had a stranger in front of him, as if this whole complicated idyll had just turned into a terrifying nightmare. He points an accusing finger at him, ready to vent his anger, while he can see the brown haired looking at him, with a light laugh passing his lips.

« - What are you talking about Jimin? Suga? What are you doing to us? Do you want to do theater after all?

- Stop making fun of me. I know you're not who you say you are. I also know you're up to no good.

- Jimin. Stop it, I don't know what you've seen, or heard, but it's not what you think.

- It's not? So where's Kim Chimsoo? What's she doing now?

- She's in Hoseok's troupe, my business partner. You know that, right?

- What's the name of the company?

- Jimin, seriously?

- The. name. of. the. troupe. »

Silence returned, and Jimin saw Yoongi, so impeccably sure of himself, flinch as he ran a hand through his hair. Looking at his lover, he purses his lower lip. He discovers something he'd never seen before in Yoongi, his gaze turns cold, and a strange smile blooms on his lips as he runs a hand through his hair. He shifts from one foot to the other, as if trying to weigh up the pros and cons, before looking at him again, much more sure of himself. That aura, that look. It catches him by the throat, and he takes a small step back, meeting the bed he'd left in his conversation. He recognized without a doubt the man who, six months ago, had struck him and threatened him with his handgun.

« - Who else knows about this but you?

- Everybody knows. I told everyone.

- You're lying. »

Yoongi approaches him slowly, like a feline on the hunt, and Jimin climbs onto the bed, ready to escape if he needed to, he never takes his eyes off Yoongi, as he looks at the screen over the still-open truth, and a sigh passes Jimin's lover's lips.

« - Couldn't you do like everyone else? Stay in your place? No. You had to snoop. Weren't we happy together? You had everything you could have dreamed of.

- ...You wanted to sell my body out.

- Oh, that's a big word. You would have become a dancer, maybe not in the way you meant completely, but you would have been well paid.

- You used me.

- At first, I admit it. It was fun and I wanted to see if you'd open it. I thought you'd have broken through sooner, and then the time went by.

A mocking laugh passes Yoongi's lips, as Jimin steps back again.

- I realized you hadn't recognized me.

- You could have left me. Abandoned the idea!

- I did. I told Hoseok to take you off the list. You deserve a better future. »

Yoongi seems calmer, as if he's trying to reassure Jimin, and his hands rest against him, Jimin looks at him, before lifting his knee into his lower abdomen, making him bend double, with a sinister growl, and he angrily sends the stolen computer into the room, walking with difficulty to keep up with Jimin. He doesn't have time to speak before one of the henchmen around the house reacts, drying Jimin on the floor as Yoongi looks at him coldly.

« - Who gave you the order to react?!

- Sir, with all due respect... »

He doesn't finish his sentence, the bullet piercing his eyes as Yoongi looks at his lover on the ground, pondering what to do with him before firing everyone.

« - I'll take care of it. Get out of here. »

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