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luvashli · 4 months ago

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CRAWLING BACK TO YOU

SYNOPSIS -> Your Ex Jungwon and you share a passionate night that revives your connection. Amid the heat of the moment and the challenges of his idol life, you begin to rebuild trust and explore your bond in a deeper way.

PAIRING: idol!ex!jungwon x nonidol!ex!fem!reader

GENRE: romance, drama, slice of life, fluff, suggestive (no smut)

STARTED: 2/13/2025

STATUS: complete

WC: 4.5k

Note: Inspired by "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys. While suggestive, it focuses on rebuilding trust and connection without explicit content.

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Jungwon had always been a dreamer. The kind of boy who carried the weight of his ambitions like second skin, who burned so brightly that you knew if you got too close, you’d end up scorched.

When you met him, he was already on the cusp of something bigger than himself—on the verge of debuting, of stepping into the world as ENHYPEN’s leader, of trading the ordinary for the extraordinary.

And you? You were just someone who happened to be there at the right time. Or maybe the wrong time.

It was never supposed to be anything serious. A late-night conversation that turned into another, and then another. Stolen hours between practices, secret glances in crowded rooms, whispered confessions in the dark when no one else was listening.

You loved him in the quiet moments—when he wasn’t Jungwon, the idol, but Jungwon, the boy who still got nervous before performances, who laughed until his stomach hurt, who traced absent-minded patterns on your skin when he thought you were asleep.

But love wasn’t always enough.

The distance started small. Missed calls. Unread messages. Promises of next time that never came.

Then came the rumors. The late-night schedules. The growing realization that no matter how much he loved you, he belonged to the world first.

You had never been naïve—you knew what dating an idol meant. You knew what it meant to be someone’s secret, to exist in the spaces between rehearsals and fan meetings, to never be the name in his thank-you speeches.

Still, you stayed.

Until one night, when he showed up at your door, exhausted, drenched from the rain, eyes pleading in a way that made your chest ache.

“I don’t know how to do this anymore,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“Do what?”

“This. Us.”

Your heart cracked right down the middle. Because you knew. You knew.

That no matter how much he wanted you, he would never be able to hold onto you the way he wanted.

And so you let him go.

Or at least, you tried.

But some loves aren’t meant to be severed cleanly. Some linger like ghosts, haunting you in the songs that play late at night, in the drinks you sip too slowly, in the quiet moments where you swear you still feel his warmth beside you.

You both told yourselves it was over.

But the truth was, neither of you ever really let go.

---

Jungwon knew he should have moved on by now.

It would have been easier if you had hated him. If you had slammed the door in his face that night, screamed at him, told him he was selfish for making you wait, for loving you in half-measures. But you didn’t. You just looked at him with those tired, knowing eyes, and let him go.

And that was the problem. You never fought him on it. Never begged him to stay. You just understood—and somehow, that made it worse.

Because Jungwon had spent so much of his life fighting. Fighting to be good enough, to prove himself, to lead a group at an age where most people were still figuring themselves out. Fighting to keep up, to stay ahead, to be the version of himself that the world expected him to be.

But you? You never asked him to fight for you. And maybe that was why he couldn’t let go.

Because late at night, when the exhaustion crept in and the hotel room felt too empty, he found himself wondering—what if he had fought? What if he had been braver, had held onto you a little tighter instead of letting the weight of his world push you away?

Would you still be his?

Or had he already lost you to the life he chose?

Jungwon sighed, dragging a hand through his hair as he stared at his phone, your name still pinned at the top of his messages.

He could text you.

He wanted to.

But what would he even say?

"I still think about you."

"I still dream about you."

"I still don’t know how to let you go."

But none of those would change the fact that he had already walked away.

And he wasn’t sure if he had the right to crawl back.

---

Jungwon never drank much.

He was careful—always had been. Careful with his words, his actions, the way he carried himself in public. Careful because he had no choice but to be. As an idol, there was always a camera, always a headline waiting to be written, always someone watching.

But tonight, he didn’t care.

The bar was tucked away in some dimly lit alley, the kind of place where no one would expect to find him. It was quiet, not crowded, the low hum of conversation blending into the soft music playing through the speakers.

He sat in the corner, hoodie pulled low over his face, fingers wrapped around a glass he’d barely touched. The ice clinked against the sides as he swirled it absentmindedly, watching the liquid slosh against the rim.

He wasn’t sure why he was here.

Or maybe he was.

Maybe it was because it was late, and he was alone, and the weight of everything felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was because he kept seeing your face in the glow of streetlights, kept hearing your voice in the spaces between songs, kept feeling your presence like a phantom in the air.

Or maybe it was because drinking felt like the closest thing to recklessness he could afford.

He exhaled sharply, bringing the glass to his lips, letting the bitterness burn its way down.

It didn’t help.

Didn’t drown out the memories.

Didn’t silence the thought that if he picked up his phone right now—if he called you, even though it was stupid and selfish—you might still answer.

Would you?

Would you pick up, or would you let it ring? Would you be annoyed, or would you already know why he was calling?

Would you tell him to stop? To move on?

Or would you let him come back, just one more time?

The thought made his chest tighten.

Jungwon ran a hand over his face, pushing his hair back as he leaned against the wall. He knew he should leave. Should go home before someone recognized him, before this turned into something it shouldn’t.

But he stayed.

Because here, in the haze of alcohol and dim lights, it was easier to pretend that he wasn’t an idol. That he wasn’t ENHYPEN’s leader, that he wasn’t someone with expectations suffocating him at every turn.

Here, he was just a boy with a broken heart, drinking alone in a place where no one knew his name.

And for now, that was enough.

The bass of some distant song rattles the walls.

It’s your song. The one that somehow became yours, the one that drags him back to you no matter how far he tries to run.

He leans against the counter, fingers curled around the rim of a half-empty glass. The ice has melted, watering down whatever courage he thought he had. His phone sits beside him, screen dimmed, your name perched at the top of his messages—untouched but never ignored.

He wonders if you feel the same. If your fingers hover over his contact late at night, if his name lingers on your lips when no one else is around. If you ever get that ache in your chest, the one that stays like something stuck between your teeth—impossible to shake, impossible to ignore.

He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before grabbing his phone. His pulse thrums in his ears as he types, erases, types again. He’s never been good at this—at closing doors, at walking away, at pretending he doesn’t dream about you nearly every damn night.

Jungwon: Are you still awake?

The message sends before he can second-guess himself, before he can remind himself that maybe you’ve moved on. That maybe he should move on.

Three dots appear. Vanish. Reappear.

You: Shouldn’t you be sleeping?

His lips curve, a bitter smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Jungwon: Shouldn’t you?

A pause. Then—

You: Where are you?

It’s an invitation. Maybe not the one he should accept, but the one he wants. The one he always will.

___

The city hums beneath him as he walks, hands in his pockets, breath curling in the cool night air. He doesn’t have to think about where he’s going—his feet already know the way.

Your door is unlocked. A small act of trust, or maybe just a quiet expectation.

You’re there, curled up on the couch, the glow from the streetlights painting soft shadows on your face. There’s a drink on the table, condensation pooling around the base. You don’t say anything as he steps inside, don’t ask why he’s here—because you both already know the answer.

Maybe tomorrow, he’ll regret this. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll tell himself it should’ve ended a long time ago. But for now, with your warmth seeping into his side and your scent filling his lungs—

For now, he’s yours.

The air in your apartment is thick—humid from the warmth of too many emotions left unspoken, heavy with the scent of rain-soaked fabric and something undeniably him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper, but there’s no real conviction in your voice.

His lips curl into something that isn’t quite a smirk, isn’t quite regret. “You let me in.”

You don’t answer, because what is there to say? That you knew it was a mistake the moment you saw his name on your phone? That even after everything, after the distance, the silence, the aching months of trying to forget—you still wanted him?

Jungwon exhales, stepping further inside, closing the door behind him. The sound of it clicking shut sends a shiver down your spine.

It’s always like this. Always him showing up at your doorstep with the weight of the world on his shoulders, always you letting him in even when you shouldn’t.

“Jungwon—”

But you don’t get to finish, because suddenly, he’s closer. Close enough that you can see the way his damp hair clings to his forehead, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him despite the chill outside.

His fingers brush your wrist—barely there, like a question, like he’s waiting for permission. Your breath catches.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmurs.

You should. You know you should.

Instead, your fingers curl around the front of his hoodie, tugging him forward, and that’s all he needs.

He exhales sharply, as if he’s been holding his breath all this time, as if this—you—is the only thing he’s been aching for. His hands find your waist, sliding beneath the hem of your sweater, fingertips ghosting over your skin, sending heat curling down your spine.

Your back hits the wall, his body pressing against yours, and suddenly, there’s no space left between you. His breath is warm against your cheek, his nose brushing against yours, his lips hovering—so damn close—

“You’re drunk,” you murmur, but you don’t push him away.

Jungwon chuckles, low and rough. “Barely.”

And then, finally, he closes the distance.

His lips are warm, insistent, tasting faintly of whiskey and something undeniably him. He kisses you slowly, like he’s memorizing the way you feel against him, like he’s trying to make up for all the times he had to pretend he didn’t want this.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, and the sound he makes in response—deep, breathy, almost desperate—sends a shiver straight through you. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel every inch of him against you.

It’s dangerous, the way you fit so perfectly together.

His lips trail down to your jaw, your neck, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. “I shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs against your skin.

But neither of you stop.

Because in this moment, with his hands on your body and his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake, there is no past, no future.

There is only this.

And neither of you want to let go.

Jungwon’s breath is hot against your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin like a question he already knows the answer to. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he exhales sharply, his grip on your waist shifting—tighter, hungrier.

Your back presses further into the wall as he leans in, his body fitting against yours like he belongs there. Like he’s never left. His hands slip under your sweater, fingertips tracing slow, deliberate circles against your bare skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, but the way his lips brush over your pulse, the way his fingers flex against your hips, tells you he’s praying you won’t.

You don’t.

Instead, your hands slide beneath the hem of his hoodie, pushing it up, desperate to feel more of him. His skin is warm beneath your touch, muscles tensing slightly as your palms explore the familiar planes of his back. You feel the way his breath stutters against your neck when your nails drag lightly down his spine, the way his lips part as if he’s about to say something—

But then he kisses you again, and this time, there’s no hesitation.

It’s slow but deep, like he’s savoring every second, like he’s afraid this moment might slip through his fingers if he doesn’t take his time. His hands move to your thighs, gripping them just hard enough to make your breath hitch before he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist like it’s second nature.

You feel the sharp inhale he takes against your lips as your body presses flush against his. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you steady, his grip possessive—like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go.

But you’re not going anywhere.

Not when his lips trail lower, not when he murmurs your name against your collarbone like a prayer, not when his teeth graze over sensitive skin, leaving a mark that neither of you will acknowledge in the morning but both of you will remember.

Your hands push his hoodie up further, your fingertips pressing into his toned stomach, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. He groans softly at that, the sound vibrating against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Jungwon,” you whisper, and it’s all it takes—

For him to press you harder against the wall, for his lips to find yours again, for the heat between you to grow unbearable, undeniable.

For a moment, nothing else exists. Not the past, not the consequences, not the inevitable morning that will come too soon.

There is only this.

Only the way he kisses you like he’s never stopped wanting you.

Only the way your body responds to him like you were made for each other.

Only the way neither of you say the words lingering between you—

"I never stopped thinking about you."

"I don’t know how to let you go."

“Stay."

Because right now, neither of you need to say it.

Right now, you’re both exactly where you want to be.

---

After everything, the room feels quieter, almost serene. The weight of their shared silence lingers, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s the kind of silence that says everything needs time. Both of you, tangled together, breathing in sync, a gentle hum of the city filling the background.

Jungwon pulls you close, his hand resting on your back as you both lie on the couch, the warmth of his body enveloping you. His hoodie, now discarded somewhere on the floor, leaves a faint smell of him on your skin, a reminder that tonight was not just physical, but something much more profound.

His thumb runs gentle circles along your back, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, a rhythm that calms the racing thoughts in your head. There’s an ease in the way he holds you, a comfort in the way he breathes like he’s found something he’s been searching for. Something he’s been missing.

The night still feels alive between you, the intensity of it lingering in the way his fingers trace your skin. But there’s a tenderness now. An unspoken promise.

“Y/n,” he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His words hang in the air like they’re fragile, like he’s afraid to break the moment. “I know we’ve been through a lot... I’ve been messed up for so long, I didn’t know how to fix it.”

You turn your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, and you can see the vulnerability in them—the raw, unguarded part of him he rarely lets anyone see. The part that aches for connection, for understanding.

“I’ve missed you, Jungwon,” you say softly, your voice cracking just slightly. “I didn’t want to let go, either.”

He sighs, pressing his forehead to yours, the touch comforting, grounding. His lips brush against your skin in a gesture that’s almost reverent. “I never should’ve let you go. I’ve realized that now.”

You nod, closing your eyes, trying to fight back the emotion threatening to spill over. The pain that had existed between you two for so long now felt like it had been washed away—washed away by this night, by this quiet moment, by the understanding that, in the end, it wasn’t about the time lost, but the time you were still willing to give each other.

“We don’t have to figure everything out tonight,” you whisper. “But we can start again. Together. If you want that.”

Jungwon’s eyes soften, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he brushes his thumb over your skin, his gaze never leaving yours. “I do. I really do.”

And that’s all you need to hear. The future feels less uncertain now, even if it’s unclear exactly where it will lead. Right now, all that matters is that you’ve found your way back to each other.

As you settle deeper into his embrace, the night stretches on—quiet, gentle, full of new beginnings. The warmth of his body beside you is all the reassurance you need.

No more questions. No more doubt.

Just the certainty that, this time, you won’t let go.

---

The days after that night are a blur of quiet efforts and small, meaningful gestures. Jungwon wants to show you—wants to prove that this time is different, that this time he’s really ready to do the work.

It starts with the flowers.

One morning, you wake up to a soft knock at your door. When you open it, a delivery man is standing there, holding a bouquet of white roses, tied with a delicate ribbon. The note is simple, but it’s enough to make your heart skip a beat.

For you, always. - Jungwon.

A smile tugs at your lips. You can’t help it. His sincerity is overwhelming. He’s always been careful with his words, but now there’s something more—something genuine in the way he’s making an effort to show you, not just tell you.

Later that day, your phone buzzes with a message from him.

---

Jungwon:

Good morning, y/n. I hope your day’s as beautiful as you are. I was thinking about you. I know things haven’t been easy, but I’m here, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. No more running away. I’m staying. ❤️

You feel a warmth spread through you as you read his words. The night you shared feels so fresh in your mind, but it’s these little moments—the flowers, the messages—that help ease the heaviness you had been carrying. Jungwon isn’t just saying the right things, he’s showing you the changes, taking action to rebuild the trust that had been shaken.

---

Jungwon’s members start to notice the difference too. His smile is brighter, lighter, and there’s a certain determination in his step. They can tell something’s changed, but it’s not just because of his mood—it’s because he’s clearly trying.

One evening, Sunghoon, Ni-ki, and Sunoo are all hanging out in the dorm when Jungwon walks into the room, a slight nervousness in his eyes but also a quiet sense of contentment.

“Hyung, what’s with you today?” Ni-ki teases, raising an eyebrow. “You’re glowing, man.”

Jungwon grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh… I’m just... trying to make up for things.”

Sunoo squints at him, a playful smirk forming. “Is this about y/n?”

Jungwon hesitates for a split second, but then he nods, his cheeks going pink. “Yeah, we’re... we’re back together.”

Sunghoon’s eyes widen in surprise, then he smirks. “Back together, huh? Didn’t see that coming.”

Sunoo laughs, clapping Jungwon on the back. “Honestly, I’m glad to hear it. You’ve been all over the place, man. I can tell you’re really trying now.”

Jungwon nods earnestly, his voice softer. “I’m not taking any chances this time. I really want it to work.”

Ni-ki, who had been watching Jungwon closely, finally smiles. “Well, if you’re going to do this, do it right. We’re rooting for you.”

There’s a quiet moment where Jungwon just absorbs the words from his members, a warm sense of belonging flooding him. He’s not alone in this. They’re behind him, supporting him. And that feeling of solidarity, of knowing that his efforts to redeem himself are being noticed, makes him more determined than ever.

As the days go by, Jungwon continues to send you messages, little updates, sweet reminders that he’s here and he’s serious. Sometimes, it’s a simple good morning text. Other times, it’s a song he’s found that reminds him of you. He keeps his word, showing you that his feelings are genuine.

With each message, each gesture, he’s slowly chipping away at the wall of doubt you’d built around your heart. And, bit by bit, you’re beginning to trust him again.

---

The weeks after Jungwon’s apology are a gentle progression. Both of you take your time, step by step, to rebuild what had once been broken. It’s not perfect, nor is it always easy, but the foundation is there. With each passing day, the cracks between you start to heal, the trust slowly returning as you both work toward a fresh start.

Jungwon makes the effort. He’s present. He’s here. And this time, when he tells you he loves you, you feel it in every action he takes—whether it’s a text at the start of the day, a song he dedicates to you during a live broadcast, or a spontaneous surprise like a hand-written note hidden in your coat pocket.

But you both know that the biggest hurdle you face isn’t just about trust—it’s the reality of his life as an idol. The public eye. The need to keep your relationship quiet, for both your sakes.

At first, it’s an adjustment. There are days when he’s gone for hours, sometimes even days, caught up in the whirlwind of schedules, rehearsals, and performances. You’re used to seeing his face on TV, his smile on stage, but it’s also a reminder of how careful you both have to be. Any hint of your relationship could lead to rumors—rumors that could hurt both of you in ways you’re not prepared for.

Jungwon is the one who sets the boundaries early on. He tells you, quietly, one night when he’s sitting next to you on the couch, his hand gently holding yours.

“I know it’s hard,” he says, his voice low and serious, “but we have to be careful. If people find out… it could mess everything up. For me, for you. I want us to be happy, but I also need to protect this, protect you.”

You nod, understanding the weight of his words. It’s not just about the two of you anymore. His career, his public persona, is something neither of you can ignore. It’s a balancing act—a dance between holding on to what’s personal and keeping it under wraps, for the sake of your relationship and his career.

“I get it,” you reply softly, squeezing his hand. “We can make it work. We’ll be careful.”

And you are. You spend most of your time together behind closed doors, in quiet, private moments. But every once in a while, when the chance comes, you steal moments in public. Small touches that go unnoticed by most. A hand brushing against his when you walk side-by-side, a quick kiss on the cheek when you think no one’s looking. It’s subtle but meaningful, the little things that remind you both of the love you’ve found again.

There are days when the stress of keeping everything a secret weighs on you. It’s hard. It’s lonely at times. You can’t go out for spontaneous dates or hold hands in public like normal couples do. But in those moments, Jungwon reassures you, reminding you that you’re not alone in this. He texts you when he’s on the move, always finding a way to check in, even when his schedule is packed. Sometimes it’s a quick “I miss you,” other times it’s a photo of a sunset he’s caught from his hotel room—anything to bridge the distance between you.

But what makes it work is the trust. You trust him now—completely. You know that he’s serious, that he’s not going anywhere. He’s shown you that, not with grand gestures, but with quiet, consistent love.

You’ve learned to navigate the highs and lows of his idol life together, understanding that there will be tough days when he’s exhausted or when the pressure of fame gets to him. You’ve learned to give each other space when needed, but you’ve also found comfort in those shared moments—those quiet nights when he comes home after a long day, finally free to unwind in the safety of your shared space.

When things get difficult, when the rumors or the pressure of his public life start to weigh heavily on both of you, Jungwon is always the one to remind you why it’s worth it. “We’re in this together,” he’ll say, his hand resting on your shoulder, his voice steady and unwavering. “This is real. What we have—it’s worth everything.”

And you believe him.

The key to making it work is balance. You’ve learned how to stay grounded, to protect each other’s privacy while also nurturing your love. It’s not always easy, but in the end, it feels worth it. There’s a peace that settles between you both as you continue to build your relationship, one day at a time, trusting that with each step forward, you’re stronger than before.

No matter the challenges that come with being with someone in the spotlight, no matter the secrets you have to keep, you both know that this—what you have—is real. And that’s all that matters.

Together, you can handle anything.

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lady-quen · 4 months ago

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Places this in the sea of "Trahearne survives" AUs. Presenting Trahearne Inmorte, resident seething Firstborn plant bonded to a frankenstein bug. Alternatively, Trahearne if he picked ferocity in the character creator.

Anyway, finally posting about my version of the good ole Marshal, lovingly dubbed Crankhearne - aka Risen Lich Trahearne, revived immediately post-getting to know his sword too closely, courtesy of Morivitae, ( @commanderteag ) the Pact's pet Scion of Zhaitan. Having kept a dragon of dubious morals on a metaphorical leash, Trahy promptly gets UNO reversed. These two start toxic but get better over time, creating a fun contrast to the Commander of the verse, Aestus, who belongs to @mithosis.

Similarly to my own Commander, Mael, he keeps his condition as a lich secret from everyone aside from his closest circle. I swear I'm not collecting undead plants, the Zhaitan Scion Champion opportunity was just far too good to pass up. Have some more screenshots, and more (a lot more) lore ranting below the cut.

The very last thing the Pact Marshal expected when waging war against Zhaitan was to strike a bargain with Zhaitan's child. Information against his master and aid in cleansing Orr - in exchange for freedom once the Elder Dragon was slain. But, still, keeping a beast of that caliber on a leash proved a challenge, even when he could shapeshift more or less into mortal shape. After all, an ancient beast that subsisted on eating life force and grafting foreign body parts to itself did not take to Tyrian morals immediately. It wasn't a partnership by any means - a monster was a monster, but so was a promise. As long as the creature called "Morivitae" behaved, he could prove an asset against the other Dragons. A weapon. A wildcard. But then, awakened Mordremoth. The Maguuma disaster. His greatest failure, and, ultimately, his end. A final request for the Commander to take Caladbolg from his shaking hands and strike. But something within the Death Scion stirred at the sorrow. At the Commander's cries. An inkling of emotion, a faint flicker of something unfathomable. And gold eyes opened again. Welcome, O Champion of Shadow and Death. And now, the Marshal was on a leash of his own.

Trahearne went to the Domain of the Lost when he died, and time flowed differently there. So he spent "days" wandering and fighting the phantoms that took his name and face, just like the Commander. He met the Judge but there was no crisis in the Mists, so no offer to come back like during PoF, just gotta accept death but also have to process it first. Poor Trahearne was dissociated the whole time, thinking he was Mordremoth. He had to be given a second name to latch onto until he found his real one - and then he was ripped out of the Mists by Mori just before he could claim his rightful rest. Needless to say, waking back up a Risen of all things and cut off from the Dream did not do his mental health any favors.

"I don't remember my name but I was something horrible. You mustn't let me into the afterlife. I can't destroy it, too..." "You must find your name before you continue onward, wherever your final destination lies. If you fail, your soul will fade." "Good. I want to fade. I need to." "No, you must find the truth. That is the law of this place. Your spirit is noble, there is no malice in you. But there is suffering, and this isn't your final punishment." "I'm fading. I can't tell how - why - I can't move anymore. I need to... what am I..." "You are.. Inmorte, The Lost Wanderer. This name I give you now so you may continue. Hold onto it tightly and find your purpose. Your real name." "...I... I will."

Following his resurrection, he continues to lead the Pact as its Marshal, and is adamant on never using a mask nor mesmer illusions to cover his face - wearing his disfigurement openly in solidarity with all the other sylvari mutilated by Mordremoth's influence. There are questions as to why the Marshal was torn from the Dream and his glow changed to a necromantic green, but not many dare seek the truth of their own accord. Trahearne becomes a much more fearsome, decisive leader - going from scholar to truly formidable strategic mastermind, wanting nothing more than to ensure the tragedy of Maguuma never repeats.

"It's not mere confidence, it's pathological. As though everything stopped mattering back in that jungle, and yet I am ever more determined to see things through til the end. It's the only reason I can justify existing in this state."

The only instance where he does use illusions (excluding stealth missions, of course) is over his hands - due to an unfortunate incident where Caladbolg completely burned off the flesh from his fingers. As a result, his real hands are skeletal. This is due to his obsession with the sword, practically never letting it go, to the point he once fell asleep holding it. Since he no longer feels pain correctly, the damage was done before he woke back up - and Mori does not seem to possess the ability to mend, only animate that which should already be dead.

Trahearne's obsession with Caladbolg stems from the fact he initially believes the weapon to be the only thing keeping his soul from being fully corrupted by the Dragon he is bound to - clinging to a hope that the Thorn could purify the death magic in him just like it had once purified Orr. Alas, that is not the case, but also he eventually finds he is not as doomed as he had once believed - growing into a Champion of Death and Rebirth under his Scion patron as they both find their greater purpose - a balance to Aestus and Aurene's light. Still, his destiny remains irrevocably tied to the very land that haunted his Dream and cursed him with a seemingly impossible task.

"You're the First of the First, born in the garden of Eden and destined to purify a sunken hell risen from the depths on the other side of the sea. A task thought impossible, especially as your siblings begin to rise around you with destinies that seem more achievable. Compelled, you spend over twenty years studying the land of the walking dead, so much that the stench of it all is all but branded into your flesh. It's all you see when you sleep. The neverending expanse of bleak, gray-brown rock and twisting anemone and tide-torn ruins. Nothing living grows in Orr. It's all absolute desolation. There are none of your siblings there and you're so terribly lonely. ...In all your years, you never thought this could happen. With the Commander at your side and the son of Zhaitan mutinying against his father, Orr blooms again. The Artesian waters run clear, and life wanders slowly back into the land. It will take years, many more years than you'll be alive for, but the weight is lifted. You can leave. It's over. With hope in your heart, you feel like whatever comes next will only be easier. It's not. You die. And you rise. You never left Orr, because Orr never had the intention of leaving you."

Perhaps, just perhaps - one day, when the sunken kingdom heals completely, his soul will be allowed its due rest. Until then, he has some work to do.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #trahearne #gw2 trahearne #gw2 oc #^ technically not but bear with me it's an AU canon lol #gw2 necromancer #gw2 au #gw2 screenshots #About the Marshal #Marshal's gallery #these tags will be used specifically for my AU'hearne #my art #hot spoilers #Morivitae #Trahearne Inmorte

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martinacatlover · 1 month ago

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8 days left (5/28), theme “concert; side characters (pnf spirit week 1)”

Two versions because I like both of them

I probably should’ve rested today but I wanted to draw them so bad

Art prompts by @howtonerdoutovereverything (pnf revival challenge) and @animationnut, @pftones3482(pnf spirit week 1)

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murkymud · 11 months ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚*ੈ✩‧₊˚

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵₊˚

This is a story based challenge which I pulled this theme straight out my ass but it’s a standard Legacy challenge, but I think you’ll be able to see our thought process through this. We didn’t assign colors to the generations but i’m a SUCKER for a good berry challenge so in our play through we did color coordinate >ᴗ<

As always, lilsimsie’s Not-So-Berry challenge was a huge inspiration as well as

𝐃 𝐑 𝐀 𝐄 𝐘 𝐀 𝐃’S Crybaby Whims legacy, A super fun challenge by the way <3

A base game version will be released eventually. If there are any flaws in the gameplay please dm or comment them!

At the bottom we’ve included some things from our personal legacy if inspiration is ever needed. We did not include them in the requirements because we did not feel it was needed for that specific generation, just that it fit our character specifically.

ੈ♡˳Rules:ੈ♡˳

—✧ Starting out, you may freerealestate/ cheat your plot. After plots placed, start Apple Pie with 25K (Money cheats are not allowed after this point)

—✧Normal lifespan is what we play tested on, and we were able to finish everything. But if you want, you may play long lifespan but you may get bored easily

—✧If your heir dies before a child is born, you may cheat heir back. Once the first kid is born, that child must take over the previous challenge (Ie. Apple Pie dies but Jell-o is an infant. You may not revive Apple Pie. Jell-o now does Apple Pie Legacy IF Apple Pie is not completed.)

Thank you for trying this out! Please use #DessertWhims on any platform of sharing. We’ll be checking all for screenshots and let us know if you play it!

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ *𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓮⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 1

(This sim must be a male)

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ All American Treat. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧

This all-american was born and raised in the south, this gentleman worked his tooshie off on his parents farm. During his young adult years, he flirted and dated, but who can blame him with his chiseled jaw and perfect white teeth. He eventually found his delectable southern belle, married her and helped her rear up his many, many, many kids.

Aspiration: Angling Ace

Traits: Good, Family Oriented, Loves outdoors

Requirements:

—✧Live on farm

—✧Master fishing skill

—✧Have pristine reputation

—✧Have at least 5 kids

—✧Complete the Angling ace aspiration

—✧Master Handiness

—✧Have 3 partners before settling down

—✧Marry a southern belle as a young adult

—✧Purchase Mentor trait

—✧Sole income must be from the farm

**All generations strengthen connection to physical world after death

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ *𝓙𝓮𝓵𝓵-𝓸⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 2

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ Extremely sticky, slippery… and unfortunately malleable₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

A young animal lover who’s used to a free life with their toes in the grass and a sweet animal to keep them company. Because of your big family you tend to be a bit clingy or you could say, sticky to other people. Just like Jell-o, you’re a bit slippery, and things just seem to glide right out your hands. But when your lifelong partner cheats on you can’t seem to find the courage to break free.

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Clumsy, Loyal, Catlover

Requirements:

—✧Find one partner in highschool and stay with them forever

—✧Become a conservationist

—✧Finish the soulmate aspiration

—✧Move away from the ranch

—✧Have your partner cheat and your sim stay

—✧Find a stray cat and adopt it

—✧Rarely discipline your children

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ *𝓒𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 3

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ Pure sugar. Pure rush. Pure chaos. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

Your go-with-the-flow mother may have raised you as her friend more than her child and this might have set off your crazy, free spirited attitude. You just seemed to never know how to sit still, and your racing thoughts sometimes made you have to talk to yourself. One thing that calmed you down was baking, and you could do it all day.

Aspiration: Party Animal

Traits: Outgoing, Erratic, Party Animal

Requirements:

—✧Complete 3 child aspirations

—✧Have irresponsible Trait

—✧Join business career, advance to level 4 and leave

—✧Join Culinary career after Business, advance to level 2 and leave (Do this before owning restaurant)

—✧Finish Party Animal Aspiration

—✧Own a 5 star Cafe/Restaurant

—✧Have at least 3 different hair colors and styles (Short, bob, long, braids, ect.)

—✧Accept any invite to go out (Exception is when at the restaurant. May stop this once sim is adult)

—✧Master baking skill

—✧Have only 1 child

—✧Have a mediocre relationship with child

—✧Live in at least three different worlds

—✧Never Marry

—✧May not cheat restaurant. Must build it up from scratch

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ 𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓽 𝓒𝓪𝓴𝓮⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 4

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ Most boring cake . ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

As a child, you were incredibly friendly but you’d soon realize that next to your high energy parent, you’d never be noticed…. so you stopped trying. Your first love made you seem more interesting than you were. Beside them, you were also the life of the party. So when they dump you it finalizes your stoic state. Why try? Your mediocre life would eventually catch up to you when you realize that your children are a clean slate to mold into who you want.

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Traits: Proper, Lazy, Loner

Requirements:

—✧As a child, have outgoing as a trait and social butterfly but cheat later and change their trait

—✧Never advance past a B in school

—✧Date person similar to parent (High spirited and fun) In highschool and get dumped before prom night

—✧Join Salary person career (May not advance over level 6)

—✧Must live wherever your parents live (may move out obvi)

—✧Have identical twins (May cheat)

—✧Must discipline children as often as possible

—✧ Have children get Happy Infant and Happy Toddler

—✧Toddlers must have 3 in all skills

—✧Have ‘ok’ or ‘poor’ relationship with children

—✧When children are toddlers, divorce spouse for “different parenting styles”

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 5

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ Pristine on the outside, But crumbles under the pressure . ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

You and your twin have always been compared, like you didn’t have your own identity. But this didn’t matter at first because they're your best friend , so you couldn’t resent each other… right? You’re a star with a promising future and as it fastly approaches; the math on your sheet suddenly seems more gruesome. After becoming valedictorian the burn-out rises to your attention and you realize you can’t go to university. Your twin, however, proceeds their education and you put your creativity to use.

All Requirements are for both, unless specified not

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Traits: Perfectionist, Overachiever, Creative

Requirements:

—✧Get A in school as a child (For Both)

—✧Have one twin (The heir) Graduate Valedictorian

—✧Become 10 on an instrument by the end of teen hood (For both) —✧Get all good character Values traits (For both)

—✧Apply for University but never go (For Heir)

—✧Have other twin (Non Heir) aspiration be renaissance sim

—✧After Graduation, have the twins relationship dwindle

—✧Get level 10 in Style Influencer Career (For Heir)

—✧Become level 5 on any skill sim loves (May stop once Red Hots is Toddler- For Heir)

—✧Have other twin go to university

—✧Have only one child and shower them with love

—✧ Have child move out with at least 30K

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ 𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓼⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 6

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ Your favorite spicy treat. With a burning surprise . ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

Growing up with a fashion designer as a parent, you knew you always looked the best. Eventually you noticed everyone seemed to like you, and soon you’d realize this would let you get your way. When your fiancé cheats on you, you finally realize what it’s like to date yourself and you were not happy, but, this would be your demise.

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Traits: Self assured, Hot-head, Self absorbed

Requirements:

—✧Finish Social Butterfly Aspiration

—✧Finish the Serial Romantic aspiration

—✧Purchase ‘Beguiling’ reward trait

—✧Earn ‘Bad Emotional Control’ trait

—✧Max Charisma skill

—✧Cheat on fiancé repeatedly (May get caught but if you do must not break-up)

—✧Elope immediately after telling partner of accidental pregnancy

—✧Have a good relationship with child (if you get that far (; )

—✧Catch Fiancé cheating (Die immediately after of anger)

—✧Have fiancé raise child after death and they may not join a career, only a part time job

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓮𝓽·˚ ༘ *

generation 7

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ Gorgeous icy shards. Be sure not to burn your tongue. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

Growing up you always heard about your enchanting and stunning parent, and you knew you wanted to be them too. In your field you noticed no luck with people your age… so you took your talents to bigger fields.

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Traits: Romantic, Materialistic, Hates Children

Requirements:

—✧Earn the socially gifted trait

—✧Have a childhood enemy that you later become friends with in YA

—✧As a teen dress “Not-cute”/ socially acceptable

—✧Have failed relationship with “Popular” kid their age

—✧Never see your first partner in public. May only have “dates” at your house or at night in private places

—✧Have highschool partner dump them privately

—✧Throw a gold House & Dinner party

—✧Marry at least 2 elder, rich sims (And wait for them to die)

—✧At least once marry someone with bad compatibility or worse

—✧Meet 3rd Elder sims and Elope that night, after (Conveniently) get rid of them ;)

—✧Must have a wedding each marriage (No eloping)

—✧After last marriage, rekindle flame between first love

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ 𝓢'𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 8

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ Quite sticky, be sure to keep away from the plates. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

You had everything you ever wanted, and more, except the acceptance of your parent. Your parent always seemed to hate you, calling you a, “Sticky little thing.” This aroused a burning inside your stomach you couldn’t get rid of. Something about your hands, they couldn’t keep from other people's things, but this would be to your advantage.

Aspiration: Public Enemy, Reinassance Sim

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Genius, Unflirty

Requirements:

—✧Have an amazing relationship with the help (Butler or nanny)

—✧Have a bad relationship with parent

—✧Complete Whiz Kid aspiration

—✧Have one sworn enemy since childhood

—✧Complete public enemy aspiration

—✧Complete Reinassance Sim Aspiration

—✧Start a break-in at least once

—✧Kick someone out of wedding

—✧Become level 5 in Criminal career (Boss branch)

—✧Divorce spouse once pregnant or once you’ve discovered pregnancy

—✧Have triplets (May cheat)

—✧Master mischief skill

—✧Master Logic Skill

—✧Earn workaholic lifestyle

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ 𝓝𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓷⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 9

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ Closely knit, they come as a packaged deal. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧

The three of you have always had each other, and even when the world compared you, you didn’t mind. The biggest compliment was that you looked, talked, and acted like each other. Love wasn’t a word thrown around in your house, and when your first partner says it. It’s too much.

Strawberry:

Aspiration:Musical Genius

Traits: Creative ,Music lover, Unflirty

Vanilla:

Aspiration: Best selling Author

Traits: Bookworm, Creative, Unflirty

Chocolate:

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Traits:Creative, Art lover ,Unflirty

Requirements:

—✧Have full relationship with siblings your whole life

—✧Have all 3 join drama club as kids

—✧Have each triplet have one partner in highschool but break things off after the first date

—✧No one ever marries or gets engaged

—✧Complete all 3 aspirations

—✧Adopt a baby together

—✧Have Strawberry chose Musician path in Entertainer career

—✧All follow dreams (One an author, One a performer, One an artist)

—✧All must get to 10 in respective hobbies

—✧Vanilla must have at least 10 books circulating in royalties

⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ ⊹ ~ ݁. 🍓 ݁.⊹୨🍰୧ ⊹ . ݁🍓 ~ ⊹⊹ ~ 🍓⊹

*˚ *༘ 𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓒𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓻⋆·˚ ༘ *

generation 10

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ A treat from settlers in a foreign land. One they see as home ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧

Being adopted, your family never lets you feel anything other than love. This piqued your curiosity on what the rest of your family is like. In your research you find out about your ancestors Farm, and this, this was your calling.

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Traits: Good, Cheerful, Childish

Requirements:

—✧Have full relationship with all your parents your whole life

—✧Meet all alive relatives (On neapolitans side)

—✧Earn Empathetic trait

—✧Master Garden skill

—✧Unlock the Chestnut Ridge secret lot

—✧Master Gourmet Cooking

—✧Move on the lot Generation 1 lived on (May renovate)

—✧Revive Generation one from the dead (Must keep their spirit alive through all the other generations)

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 challenge #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims4dessertwhims

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phoenixblaze1412 · 5 months ago

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I've been reading your works now and then, and i gotta say its all really enjoyable. This is my first time making a req, but i've always imagined dottore not wanting to let his wife go even in death, so he when she dies bcuz of a fatui mission or smth dottore goes 'no☠️' and just revives she and makes her some kind of zombie?? Its the type that has stiches around their body. So dottore can go like 'hey bbg r u hurt let me fix u up!!🥰❤️'

This is based on my oc x canon so don't mind me if im weird. Thank you so much for everything you do!

The Fatui headquarters was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of machines in Dottore’s lab. He stood hunched over a surgical table, his gloved hands trembling slightly as he worked with meticulous precision.

You lay there, lifeless yet beautiful, even in death. The wounds from the failed mission that claimed your life were gruesome, but to him, they were merely challenges to overcome.

"No," he muttered to himself, voice laced with desperation. "I won't let you go. Not now. Not ever."

His segments watched from the shadows, each with varying expressions. Theta tilted his head, curious and unbothered. Omega, the eldest and most stoic, crossed his arms but said nothing. Zeta adjusted his glasses, clearly uneasy but unwilling to interrupt.

“Is this wise?” Zeta finally dared to ask.

Dottore didn’t even glance up. “Wise or not, it’s necessary. She belongs with me.”

The process took days. Dottore refused to rest, his focus singular. He replaced damaged organs, stitched torn muscles, and mended broken bones with care that bordered on obsessive.

Finally, the moment came. With a surge of electro energy coursing through your body, your chest rose as if taking in a breath for the first time. Your eyes fluttered open, hazy but alive. Dottore leaned over you, his mask discarded for once, his crimson eyes burning with intensity.

“Welcome back, my love.”

At first, waking up was disorienting. Your body felt different, your movements were stiffer and the faint pull of stitches reminded you of your altered state.

“I… I’m alive?” you asked, voice hoarse.

“Yes,” Dottore said, a rare softness in his tone as he cupped your cheek. “You’re alive, and you’re mine once more, forever.”

You looked down at your hands, noticing the faint lines of stitches trailing across your wrists. “What… what did you do, Dottore?”

“I saved you,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You didn’t think I’d let you leave me, did you?”

Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but stare at him, still processing your current situation. “But I'm.. different.”

“So? You’re still perfect as ever,” he countered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The segments, of course, had varying opinions about your resurrection.

Theta held your hand and placed it along his cheek, grinning as he stared at you in awe. “Does this mean she’s indestructible now? Can I test it?”

He earned a sharp glare from Dottore and a flick on the forehead from you.

Omega tilted his head and hummed. “It’s unnatural, but.. I suppose it was inevitable, given his obsession. Either way, as long as I am able to see them again. I am fine with it."

Zeta smiled as he handed you a glass of water to drink, looking over the stitches the doctor has done and nodded in satisfaction at how methodically well it was stitched. “At least she seems to be adjusting well. And.. she does make the lab feel more cheerful.”

You smiled and laughed at their bickering, grateful for their unique personalities and happy to have them with you. Dottore deciding to ignore his segments as he focused his gaze on you, caressing your cheek adoringly.

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Living as a stitched-together version of yourself was an adjustment but Dottore’s unwavering love made it easier.

One evening as you sat in his lab patching up a tear in your arm, he walked over with a smirk.

“Hello, my love,” he teased, crouching in front of you as he held up a needle and thread up in his hand and grinned. “Are you hurt? Let me fix you up.”

You rolled your eyes but handed him the needle. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And yet, you adore me for it,” he replied, his hands deftly repairing the stitches with the same care he’d shown during your resurrection.

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Though your body was different, your love for each other remained unchanged. If anything, it deepened. You had always known Dottore’s devotion ran deep, but seeing the lengths he’d go to keep you by his side was overwhelming.

One night, as you lay together in his quarters, his arms wrapped around you protectively, you traced a finger over the stitches on your stomach.

“Does this bother you?” you asked softly.

He frowned, pulling you closer. “No. It reminds me that you’re here. With me. That’s all that matters.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You’re crazy.. going this far as resurrecting me is ridiculously mad.”

“And what of it? You’re mine. Even in death, we shall never part,” he whispered, his voice filled with uncharacteristic tenderness as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

In Dottore’s eyes, you were perfection, stitched together, alive, and irrevocably his and only his.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore #dottore x reader #zandik x reader #il dottore #female reader #il dottore x reader

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tanzmetroidblog · 8 days ago

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For my own Smash Bros comics AU I have actually thought out how the world works, basically the characters are actually from their own series but are dragged into the Smash world at seemingly random times( to compete in tournaments or other challenges/adventures), which is why there are different versions of Link, Zelda and Ganondorf or dead characters can appear like Ridley and Dark Samus. Characters can't die in the Smash world(they just turn into trophies and can be revived like in Brawl) and eventually they are all sent back to their own universes.

I do also have certain characters be from the same universe like Samus, Pit and Kirby or the Starfox crew and Captain Falcon.

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xinfinityl0ve17 · 7 months ago

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ARENA 37°C (アリーナサーティーセブン) Vol.181 1997年10月

KAMI: When you go on tour i think the tour finale is the culmination of how much you’ve grown during the process. For now, i want to make this tour something great and take it on as a challenge. Touring is such a valuable learning experience and i'm always thinking about how best to express myself as i go through it.

- Previously, Mana mentioned that recent stage performances are completely different from those a year ago. Does the way you present yourselves change as the venues grow larger?

MANA: It’s completely different. For example, when performing at a large hall like Shibuya Public Hall versus a live house there’s a significant difference in the distance between us and the audience. Back in the day we used to incorporate theatrical elements but in larger halls, those details can’t really be seen. That’s why we adjust our presentation and stage direction to suit the venue.

- At your recent performance at Akasaka BLITZ, I felt that while your image evokes dreams and illusions, there seems to be a stark reality behind that. Is that intentional?"

MANA: Yeah, you’ve touched on something pretty important. I think we give off a very fantastical image but at the core we’re actually expressing raw, visceral human emotions. If people can pick up on that contrast, I think that’s ideal.

- Alright, Gackt we’ll wrap up with you. Could you tell us about the significance of the upcoming 'Deuxième Anniversaire ~ The Magnificent Revival' performance on the 10th?"

Gackt: The 10th is a very meaningful day for Malice Mizer. As the name suggests, it’s a resurrection, a rebirth of sorts. It’s also an opportunity for those who have never seen Malice Mizer before to witness us. It might sound misleading, but Malice Mizer is Malice Mizer no matter the occasion. I often say that we are ever-changing but even if the way we express ourselves changes, the core remains the same. We are changing, yet unchanged. I want people to feel that duality. Additionally, the meaning of the 'Blank Moments' in the 'Pays de Merveilies ~ Blank Moments'... I personally felt those blank moments during the 'Voyage ~ Vérité' tour. I want to express that."

- Could you elaborate on that?"

Gackt: On July 20th, during the BLITZ performance, my dog, who had been my only family for over 20 years, collapsed just before the live. While I was performing, they were undergoing surgery. By the time I rushed over after the show, they had already passed away. I don’t know if that was the reason, but everything that day was utterly chaotic. I revisited the metaphorical 'door of blank moments,' and i came to realize that everything starts from that point. That’s why i want to present something meaningful every single day. During the first half of the tour, i was in a slump, but in the second half i want to get even a step closer to the ideal version of myself. I want to remain positive in all aspects, convey that to people and hope they can feel it.

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bttfjanaury · 6 months ago

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janAUry 2025!!

my sincerest apologies for the lateness, but i have FINALLY made the list! explanations for the various aus will be listed below! the rules remain pretty much the same - please respect the aus creators!

medieval au by @bg-sparrow - Featuring Marty as Prince of the Hill and Doc as the Royal Alchemist

clara in the 80s au by @itsthemorph- That one fic I have where Clara makes it on the delorean and comes to the future with the gang and then kinda regrets it for a second

weredoc au by @kit-screams-into-the-future - after a mishap with a bit of einstein's DNA and the power of Science, doc finds himself with a bit of a problem, if "a bit" means "11-feet-tall and very hairy and also not exactly human". basically he just turned himself into a dog man. a big, wet, sad dog man. taking the term "dog person" to new heights, doc and marty now have to figure out how restore doc to his previous state of being without anyone else in hill valley suspecting a thing. which is easy at first (doc's always been a bit of a recluse, so it's not like this is any different) but, of course, when have things like this ever stayed easy for long when it comes to these two...

spy x family au by @izzy-draws05 - Based on the anime Spy X Family! (I recommend reading a plot summary to get more details!) Doc is a scientist working for a spy agency, who needs a fake family to complete a mission. He adopts Marty, who as a young kid, escaped a lab that gave him the power to read minds. Queue found family and slice of life shenanigans while Doc tries to complete his mission, and Marty tries to help without revealing his secret and what he knows.

ashen pines au by @rose-of-pollux - In 1971, the Cold War goes hot, and Hill Valley is incinerated in an attempt to get Doc, who has escaped; with him is a 3-year-old Marty McFly, the only survivor of his family, and now his adopted son.

trinity trilogy au by @daryfromthefuture - marty ends up stuck in the 1940s permanently due to a delorean malfunction. shenanigans ensue when he ends up in los alamos with his adopted father, the 29-year-old doc, when the latter is recruited for the manhattan project.

everything everywhere all at once au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Basically Marty is aware and can access all universes. Here is a link, https://www.tumblr.com/stillpreoccupiedwith1985/745704523820089344/as-promised-my-everything-everywhere-all-at-once

zombie au (! multiple versions by multiple creators! ask either @jayisnotdrawing or @mundancheemudomo for more context, i am too lazy to copy all of it in here at the moment lmao)

stuck in the 60s au by @bri-to-the-future - marty ends up in 1967 based on the first draft of bttf 2. remember the lsd

spiderman au by @styxbugg - marty is spiderman (see the doc for last year's challenge for context! in fact, i can say that for a lot of these)

frankenstein au by @jayisnotdrawing - marty dies in the train experiment in 1885, and doc revives him with science. angst ensues.

mermarty au by @itsthemorph - see last year's document!

stuck in 1885 au (this one specifically refers to @daryfromthefuture's "until i get home". i think) - see last year's document!

time circuits series by @bg-sparrow - see last year's document!

the shadow's gambit/spies au by @aceofthyme - Summary: Spies? Spies! Doc is a technical agent working for a spy organization, and Marty is his apprentice/a junior field agent. Longer Explanation: Doctor Emmett L. Brown is a member of a top secret organization dedicated to ensuring world peace. As an agent in the technical and scientific department, he spends most of his days buried in research or working on various inventions. He enjoys his work, and it pays well, but there’s one problem: every senior agent is expected to take on an apprentice, and Doc hasn’t yet. Were he not so indispensable to the agency, he suspects he would have been ‘released from service’ long ago. Regardless, he can’t risk losing his position—he needs the funding, after all, and he doesn’t have much else lined up. When a teen is brought in as a suspect relevant to a new case, Doc is able to clear the boy’s name thanks to the power of science. He finds himself taking a liking to the kid, though, seeing something there that reminds him of himself. Before he can think about it, he offers the boy the apprenticeship—and Marty McFly immediately says yes.

around the world in 80 days au by @daryfromthefuture - marty and doc take over the roles of passepartout and phileas fogg based on jules verne's novel. marty, orphaned, is employed as a servant at emmett brown's house, who, as a result of a bet, is going to travel around the world in 80s days. read "the perils and the promise" on ao3 if you want it as a whole, but there's also clara and hurt/comfort because doc is marty's first employer to actively care about him and all the stuff

jennifer in 1955 au by @carrotsofthepirabbean - With Marty out of the picture due to an incident in Hell Valley, Jennifer goes back to 1955 to retrieve the almanac and repair the timeline

marty & the pinheads au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Think of the 2001 movie Josie and the Pussycats, but with Marty and his band. Based on the fact in the movies they are just The Pinheads, but in the musical it is now Marty McFly and the Pinheads. In Josie and the Pussycats, they were just the Pussycats first. So tons of music industry corruption and Marty getting temporarily brainwashed into being a snobby rockstar.

nutcracker au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Says on the tin, the nutcracker. Doc is Drosselmeyer, Marty is his nephew/The Nutcracker, and Jennifer is Clara (from the ballet/story not Clara Clayton)

royalty au by @professorsaber - see last year's document!

it's like utopia! au by @jayisnotdrawing - instead of doc, marty disappears upon arriving in citizen valley. cue doc dealing with nerd marty while trying to repair the timeline.

fenrir au by @madscientists1mp - After an invention mishap, a terrible white wolf starts to terrorize Hill Valley... and it looks all too similar to Doc. Can Marty help his friend cure his bloodthirsty dark side? Will Clara find out about her husband's bone-breaking transformations? Will the Men in Black claim him for dissection? Tune in to find out!

vincent au by @whosmurphy - see last year's document!

once upon a time series by @bg-sparrow- see last year's document!

miitopia au by @daryfromthefuture - marty is cast as the hero in the video game miitopia, and the other bttf cast joins him over the course of the adventure. au post is here!

alien doc au by @alex-a-fans - see last year's document!

local legend au by @styxbugg - see last year's document!

steampunk au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Yet another stuck in 1885, but this time Jennifer is with them in 1885. After Doc married Clara, Marty and Jennifer tie the knot and move to Kansas City. While they are there they discover an underground advancement of technology, using steam. They go to learn more as a way to see if they can use this to help get back to 1985, while also navigating their life in 1885.

jennifer in 1885 au by @kit-screams-into-the-future - what it says on the tin! jennifer has stayed concious through their time travels and now has to work with marty to save doc's life in 1885. so basically part 3 but if jennifer was there. she gets to be a cowboy yeehaw

soulmate au by @daryfromthefuture - see last year's document

for the alternate ones ALSO see last year's document! i will link it once again:

thank you all for your wonderful submissions! i can't wait to see what you create :D

#back to the future #bttf janaury #bttf janaury 2025 #bttf #marty mcfly

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