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bluerosewritings · 4 years

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns | Overblot!Riddle x Reader

You charged through the rose maze, cursing how loud your footsteps were. You'd heard Heartslabyul students talk about how insanely hard it was to even get halfway through the maze, but you never thought it would be this bad. Why, out of everything you could have done, did you think it would be a good idea to run into here?

Everything had gone so wrong. All you'd wanted was to help Ace and Deuce get out of their punishment - and if solving that with a duel meant helping the other students, great! There's no way it could end up worse than what happened in the Dwarf Mines, right?

You envied your past self's innocence.

In a weird way, you blamed yourself. If you hadn't opened your mouth, Riddle wouldn't have retaliated, so Ace wouldn't have decked his dorm leader in the face, someone wouldn't have thrown that egg at Riddle, Riddle wouldn't have freaked out and started beheading everyone, and he wouldn't have turned into... that. With that... thing hovering behind him like some sort of cruel puppeteer, looking way too familiar to whatever had tried to hurt you and your friends in the Dwarf Mines. Had you always been this unlucky?

Crowley had barely been able to say a thing before Riddle had cast Off With Your Head on the headmaster, then on Trey, Cater, and whatever poor souls that hadn't yet escaped Heartslabyul, tying them up with rose bush roots. Once again, you'd been the only one without a collar - maybe it was because of your lack of magic, maybe it was because you were from another world, you didn't know. You didn't hang around to find out - once Grim's yells at you to hurry up and get out of there snapped you out of your horrified trance, you bolted. Unfortunately, Riddle had noticed your sudden departure and chased after you, screaming your name.

You'd ducked into the Rose Maze hoping to shake him off. You wished you hadn't - all that you'd accomplished was getting yourself lost. Riddle's voiced seemed to be getting closer and closer by the minute, too.

"(y/n)!" Speak of the devil. The sudden shock of his voice nearly made you trip. "Come out this instant! Do you want your punishment to be even more severe!?"

Shaking off his words (or were you literally shaking?), you turned the corner. There seemed to be more and more roses as you went on - maybe a sign you were nearing the exit? Hoping so, you followed the blood-red flowers.

"(y/n)! I'm saying this for your own benefit! Tell me where you are, now! (y/n)!"

The leaves seemed to be disappearing under the red petals. A war between the two pieces of nature, two things that should be living in harmony instead being tainted by greed and ruining their peace. You had to be nearly out.

"(y/n)!!"

There were barely any leaves left now.

One last turn. One last turn and you should be--

Stuck. The roses didn't lead to the end of the maze at all. They led to the center of it.

A statue of the Queen of Hearts, like the one in the school among the other Great Seven, seemed to mock you with her smug expression. Now that you got a good look at her, she looked eerily similar to the specter haunting Riddle. Of course she did.

"So this is where you've been."

You turned so fast you fell over. Your mind couldn't even register the pain from your new cuts as you stared up in terror at the twisted form of Riddle. The boy himself seemed to be conflicted on whether to look at you with sympathy or smirk.

He settled on disappointment. "If you'd have just answered me earlier, you wouldn't be in such a sad state now, would you? Good grief."

Though he approached you at a normal pace, even that was enough to send a shiver down your spine. Desperately you tried to push yourself off the ground. Only it didn't work - you looked down to see yourself literally rooted to the floor. Following the root's path, you saw they were coming from the two rose bushes levitating by Riddle's side. No surprise there.

Out of options, you looked up at this new version of Riddle looming over you. Trying not to let your fear show, you glared at him. The look only caused Riddle's eyebrow to twitch before his emotions exploded forth.

"Don't look at your Queen that way! Change your expression immediately!"

"W-Why should I?"

"You...!" Blood rushed to Riddle's face. "Ever since I met you, everything you've done...! Causing a disturbance at the entrance ceremony, encouraging Ace and Deuce's idiotic behaviour, even managing to turn Cater and Trey against me...! I should despise every single part of you! So why...!?"

Before you could ask what he meant, the rose roots shot their way up your back, repositioning themselves so they pushed you upwards. You had no time to react - not that you could do much, your hands were still restricted, now bound together - as Riddle tangled his fingers in your hair and forced his lips on yours.

It took you a second to process what he was doing. Once you realised, you begun trying to wriggle your way out of his grip. Unfortunately, this only annoyed Riddle further - he tugged at your hair, causing you to yelp. Riddle took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Any cries of protest went ignored.

You weren't sure how long the kiss lasted, but when Riddle finally pulled away you wasted no time gasping for air. There was a metallic taste invading your mouth. Your first thought was that it was blood but you couldn't raise your hand to check.

Riddle kept your foreheads touching, his hand still in your hair to keep you from moving away. You thought you were the only one that was dealing with a lack of air, but it seemed that Riddle's power up couldn't keep him from panting.

"Why...?" Riddle looked you in the eyes. The dark intensity scared you. It was a mix of anger, regret, confusion... and something else that somehow scared you even more.

"Why did I have to fall for someone like you...?"

Love.

Somehow the ferocity of the first kiss hadn't made it click for you. Now, however, the rush of fear gave you the strength to fling your head back and crash it onto Riddle's.

Only your foreheads were connected but it was enough. Riddle yelled in pain and let go of you. You fell on to the floor but were quick to get up as the pain was distracting Riddle from his control spell.

"(y/n)...! HOW DARE YOU!?"

You make it to the other side of the Queen of Hearts statue before roots burst out of the ground and latch on to your ankles. Caught mid-run, the sudden stop causes your to fall face-forward onto the floor. More roots appear to take advantage of the opportunity, latching themselves around you, binding you to the ground.

You couldn't turn your head, but you could feel Riddle approaching, glaring at your back. You weren't sure what was worse; the foreboding sense of darkness from Riddle's stares or the crushing feeling from the roots.

By the time Riddle was standing in front of you, black dots were decorating your vision. Tears were dripping out your eyes as you were unable to stop them. The unknown anxiety from what Riddle would do made breathing even harder. Riddle gritted his teeth, still nursing his head.

"Why do you insist on being so disobedient!?" Riddle growled. "Is it just because it's me!? You have no problem listening to those first-year ruler breakers! Is it them? Did they influence you? It has to be! It's their fault!"

"No...!" You croaked out.

Every word Riddle spoke caused the roots to become tighter. The tears fell even harder as you gasped for air like a fish out of water.

"No? Look at yourself!" Riddle scoffed. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd just followed my rules! I should have approached you from the start... I should've seen what leaving you alone would do. Damn it!"

"Pl...ease...!" You could barely make out Riddle's words. A dull ringing was going off in your ears, making it hard for you to focus.

"You had so much potential, right from the beginning, even if the mirror said you were magic-less, I saw it!" Riddle continued to scold himself, unaware of your desperation. "I should've told Crowley to place you in Heartslabyul, where I could've kept you on the right track... instead you had to become a rule-breaker! Why!?"

"I'm... sorry...!" You cried out.

The words caught Riddle's ears. He finally turned to you, realising what he'd caused. Gears turned in his head before he finally spoke.

"You're sorry, what?" He tried.

"I... I'm sorry, my Queen...! Riddle...!"

Instantly, the pressure was released. The sudden rush of oxygen to your lungs made you choke. Even though the roots were off you, you stayed laying on the ground, not wanting to push Riddle into doing that again.

"(y/n)." You looked up. "Come here."

Riddle stiffly opened his arms, as if embarrassed by the act. You hesitated, unsure if it was a trap. Riddle frowned.

"(y/n). Come here, now."

Out of options, you slowly pushed yourself off the floor. You still hadn't completely recovered, so you more stumbled than walked into Riddle's arms. It didn't seem to matter - the second you hit his chest, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. The similarity to what had happened not long ago earlier caused you to tremble. Riddle didn't seem to notice.

"Thank goodness." Riddle sighed in relief, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "You're not too far gone... you just need to properly learn the rules... that's a relief..."

The smile you felt caused your skin to crawl. Riddle began tracing kisses up your neck, across your jawline then connecting your lips again.

The kiss was softer this time, a chaste one that would've made your heart race if the situation wasn't so, so wrong. Even so, the fear of angering whatever you were kissing made you lightly press back. The monster in Riddle's form pulled back slowly, a child-like smile on its face.

One hand came away from your waist and ghosted against your neck. It sighed before you felt a wisp of magic circling your neck. While you couldn't see it, you felt the new accessory adorning your neck - a black choker with a red heart outlined with gold at the front; with no clasp to take it off.

Riddle hummed in approval, happy at the sight. He wasn't as pleased when he saw the look in your eyes - a poorly concealed fear at what he'd done. He sighed, giving you a quick kiss before leaning you into his neck now instead. He raked his fingers through your hair in a soothing manner.

"I'm doing this for your benefit." He explained. "It's my fault for letting you hang around bad influences, but it's okay now. I'll make things right for you. You'll be following the rules perfectly in no time."

Riddle placed a kiss on your forehead and leaned next to your ear. He pressed a finger against the heart of your choker.

"You will, or it's off with your head."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x you #overblot

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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 4 years

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Part 2 of my Fatui au, Mondstandt from entering the city of freedom up stealing the Holy Lyre with Venti

Tagging: @multi-maker @yuu-says and @genshin-obsessed because they asked so hiiiiiiii they’re reactions to the au really gave me energy to write

Mild spoilers regarding the archons but it’s nothing serious as you are told this info before you enter their nation

Edit: Also spoilers to the weekly/final boss unlocked in Liyue, I make a mention of it to justify something I’m gonna say however considering you’re on tumblr 9/10 times y o u ‘ v e a l r e a d y b e e n s p o i l e d

I put the post under cut cause it’s pretty long

Also if I missed something on the recountin gc of events in the Fatui au....... sorry

That’s about it so now the story in bullet form since I can’t write

• Paimon still acts as the Traveler’s guide for the most part however the Traveler was given a map of the whole Teyvat by a Fatui agent so they know where they’re going for the most part

• The Traveler and Paimon were allowed to travel around Teyvat as long as they reported back to the Fatui anything new they learned regarding the archons weekly

• They were given a rundown on how every archon is, Barbatos not having been seen for years, Rex Lapis has a yearly rite of descent, Shogun Raiden’s vision hunt, etc. so that they won’t report back about a children’s story about the archons

• Since they aren’t an official member of the Fatui, the Traveler does not have a Fatui mask or uniform which works better for the Traveler and Paimon since they are partially aware of how others outside of Snezhnaya react to the Fatui thanks to stories from Fatui grunts

• The Traveler enters Mondstandt, able to wield Cryo and goes with Paimon to the Statue of the Seven and is shocked to find that they can wield Anemo as well

• This means that since canonically the Traveler can use multiple elements at a time shown in the cutscene after beating Childe’s second stage (Traveler blocks Childe’s attack with Anemo before using geo to get him off them and they wield geo differently to how they attack in game so the way the Traveler wields Cryo is left ambiguous until we learn how they use it), they can cause elemental reactions of swirl thanks to having Cryo and Anemo

• Paimon reminds them to inform the Fatui of this and while talking about it, they run into Amber and they’re meeting follows canon events since there’s no real reason it shouldn’t

• When entering Mondstandt, the Traveler was going to go to the goth grand hotel in order to inform the Fatui of their newfound ability but go to get the gift from Amber first since it would be rude to leave her hanging like that

• Then of course Dvalin attacks and after meeting with the Knights of Favonius, they are called by the Fatui about their situation now as they appear to be the “Hero of Mondstandt”

• Note that the reason why all the Fatui will know about the Traveler and Paimon is because they managed to get into a private meeting with the Tsaritsa thanks to their ability to wield Cryo without them being granted a vision so they are something of a celebrity, and they always tell a Fatui agent where they will go before leaving

• The Fatui diplomats will remark that they’re new position is something of great importance and could be extremely useful and that they should maintain their hero image as much as possible since they believe they can use this as leverage in the future

• They go to the Four Winds’ temples in order to weaken Dvalin’s power and Kaeya will “jokingly” remark that the Traveler seems to be a little quick in agreeing to help the Knights of Favonius so quickly after their arrival in Mondstandt

• When Diluc shows up later after the Traveler leaves, he will ask what the hell Kaeya is doing with a Fatui spy and Kaeya will play dumb in the scene

• The Traveler likely already knows of the adventurer’s guild through their time in Snezhnaya but only joined it in Mondstandt since they’ve finally managed to properly relax in Teyvat since falling into the freezing and cult like Snezhnaya

• Later on during Kaeya’s pirate quest, he makes several mentions and ponders on what it’s like to be work for someone despite being loyal to another which ended up being enough for Paimon to ask Traveler in private, rather afraid about whether or not Kaeya knows

(Lmao funny idea but the dialogue options could be like)

“No, it could be a coincidence”

“Yes I’m afraid he must know....”

“We’re dead”

(Most positive Paimon reaction could be the second one since Paimon likely does not believe the Traveler in the first one but has the funniest reaction on the last one.)

• When they catch Jean having a “diplomatic discussion” with a Fatui diplomat (different from the one who encouraged the idea of the Traveler being the hero) and they quickly hide because they don’t think they can act well enough to fool the Acting Grand Master

• When Jean dubs the Traveler, “Honorary Knight”, Paimon almost slips up about the Traveler being an Honorary Fatui but quickly stops herself and makes some excuse about a competition which appeases them as the Traveler will cover for her

• After meeting Venti, Paimon worries that the Traveler is getting themselves into way too many messes than what they need to be involved in since they’re affiliated with the Fatui, be Mondstandt’s hero, helping some random bard steal a very important artifact from Mondstandt, the very city they need to be the hero of and look for their sibling

• The Traveler will probably give a remark that this world is troublesome but it’ll be worth it in the end

• The stealth mission is much easier for them as they did have practice when training to be an Honorary Fatui but is surprised when a Fatui mage gets the lyre and wonders what’s going on

• While they hide in the second floor of the Tavern, Paimon freaks out about the Fatui and the guards wondering just how grievous of an offense they did and when Master Diluc covers for them, sighs a breath of r e l i e f

• After Venti explains the story to Master Diluc, Diluc asks Venti if he could leave for a moment and insists that he just wants to talk to Mondstandt’s new honorary knight

• “What is the latest new star of the Fatui doing here in Mondstandt? And working with the Knights of Favonius of all things.”

- To be continued

#Genshin impact #fatui au #traveler #Lumine #aether #paimon #Diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #kaeya #Venti #Genshin impact Jean #Jean #Genshin impact Venti #Genshin impact Diluc #Genshin impact kaeya #Genshin impact amber #amber #no beta we die like me in spiral abyss

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ehud1564 · 4 years

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Ireprible damage part 5

part 1: here part 2: here part 3: here part 4: here

part 5: Conclusion:

“ I didn’t want to stop the freanch American ceremony from happening! If I have to lose my freedom for everyone else to have their’s than fine, put me in jail” says the villain with a brand new form. One by one, all the heroes arrived at the scene, at the trap planted by the super villain. And one by the Heroes were “Liberated”. Majestia was liberated from her fear and sadness, Knight Owl was freed from his Morals, and went to arrest easier criminals. And so on and so on and so on.

“What is going to happen? How will the situation be fixed?” asks rose, panicking. “I don’t think it can be fixed” said Nino. “Even if by some miracle, the heroes will be defeated, it will not bring the dead back to life.” added Alya. “Too bad they don’t have Ladybug in here.” said Kim. “If it weren’t for Ladybug, We will have a similar amount of victims daily”.

And than the Television switched to show Hawk Moth. “Ladybug, Chat Noir I am in New York. If you don’t want the party to be ruined, your only option is to hand your miraculous over to me.”

“Hawk moth is here?” Asked Iven bewirlded. “Aperrently so” said Mrs. Mandalave, wondering why couldn’t she have a more peacful trip and questionin whether coming here was a good idea.

Jess went outside, to hide and be alone. “OK! I am completly alone against super heroes much stronger me, without my weapons, and the only thing I do have for me is that freanch girl!! No presure!!!!!” she said completly freaking out.

“OK! Calm down! Calm down!!” she said focusing. She transformed into Sparrow and went in the direction of where the fight ended, using the shadows to not be seen. She found the manhole cover close to the building. With a smirk, she said “Found you!”

Marinette has started to calm down. She still has a headache, and she is still afraid, but she feels a little better. Now she is sitting and meditating, a thing she was taught by Fu before he lost his memory.

“Ladybug” she hears from the direction of where she came from. “Spots on” she say with determination running away. “Wait!! I need your help!!” Sparrow says, staisfied seeing Ladybug had stopped. “Hawk Moth is in New York, and it seems he akumatized the Techno Pirate!!! his powers made the heroes destroy the city!! We are the only herores left that can stop him!!”. “Hawk Moth is here? What did he to do here?” Questioned Ladybug. “I don’t know, but we must defeat and clean the damage!” answered Sparrow. “Well if we will be able to do that, we will bring you sister back to life, as all the damage done by the villain will be erased.” Said Ladybug ready to spring to action. “That’s a relief” replied Sparrow, with a sigh.

Both of them came out of the sewers and went to hide on the earth, where they had a visual of the heroes.

Ladybug: “We need to think where the Akuma is. It’s probably in his handcups! He already wore tham when he attacked at the museum!”

Sparrow: “He is also wearing the necklace from the museum! The one Lahfayete gave to Washington!”

Ladybug: “It’s probably a miraculous! That will explain his sudden power boost! We need to get it and we will be able to return the heroes to normal!”

Sparrow: “But how will we get pass the heroes? We don’t even where he is.”

Ladybug Yoyo got a notification on it, and it showed a rocket rising from the water. You could hear Hawk Moth in it saying “Ladybug and Cat Noir! If the rocket were to take off because of you a world war will be declared! Unless you give me your miraculous of cours1 you have seven minutes~!” and than it showed the villain on the statue of liberty.

Ladybug: Well now we know where he is. How will we get there on time?

Sparrow: If the heroes notice us we will be fried! Can you somehow teleport?

“Let’s see” Ladybug said, pulling out glasses from her Yoyo. “Can you help us get there?’ she asked the Kwami. “No, I am exauhsted” he answered. “We need another way than. Who else can teleport?” She asked Sparrow, checking the design of the statue for any week spots.

Sparrow: “Doorman!”

Ladybug: “Now we just need to find a way to convience him to help us! Any ideas?”

Sparrow: “No. How about you?”

“Let’s try! Lucky Charm!” Ladybug said, throwing her Yoyo in the air, and catching a red liberty statue key chain. “Doorman love keys, we can use them to tempt him!” Sparrow said trying to rush things. “But how will we covince him to go there?” said Ladybug with a frown. “He always wanted to see the safe inside the statue!” Sparrow said happily already tasting victory. “Let’s find a door than!”

“Sorry miss. We need to use your phone and you house door! Do you have a pretty box?” Ladybug asked the women they broke into her house? “On it” replied the women bringing a shoe box. “Thanks! Now hide” Ladybug replied taking a picture of the closed box with the ift in it, sending it from the women’s phone with “Hi! I saw you were going on a tour so I made you a gift! come get it in *appartment*”. Ladybug and Sparrow hid so they would be out of sight.

Doorman apeared, and opened the box. “I know you really liked keys, so here is a key chain as a gift for you!” he red from the note on it. “Why thank you! Wait…. the stuate, that’s where I should have started! Of course!”

Doorman closed the door and reopened it, and Ladybug and Sparrow followed, hiding so he won’t see them. “Here it is! the key for the safe hidden in the statue!” They quickly followed him as he made another door, letting him see what’s inside as they quickly climbed up. An alarm started ringing. “We ony have twenty seconds left!” Ladybug said, accelerating her pace.

She opened the door, quickly taking the necklace and throwing it over to Sparrow, “Transform and fix the heroes, I will distract him!” Sparrow wore the necklace and the Kwami apeared “Hello fledgling, all you have to say is Leere, Wings of liberty!”. “Lerre wings of liberty” Sparrow transformed (without turning into Jess, so not revealing she isn’t the original Sparrow) and contiued saying “Cool down”, bringing the heroes back to normal.

Meanwhile Ladybug managed to catch the remote and keep Techno Pirate from lauhnching the missle. “Where is Chat Noir?” he asked. “Never coming back!” she replies fiercly while launching her yoyo at his head. He lanched her claws at him and she caught two of them with her yoyo. Sparrow came from behind them, using his weapon to tie him up, and Knight Owl cut his handcups.

“No more evil doing for you little akuma! Time to devilise! Bye bye little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!!” and thus the damage is repared. Uncanny Valey was repared and reunited with her Mother in a very emotional reunion. “Well. I think I have misjuged you Ladybug. You are a good hero.” said Knight Owl. “And you too Sparrow. You have proved that you are ready to streach your wings as well. I am proud of you” he said as he hugged him. “Thanks sir!”

Sparrow tried to take of her necklace but was stopped by Ladybug. “Or… maybe you can come and help me in Paris? We worked really well together, and I need some help in Paris. So what do you say?” Ladybug asked hopefully. “No bad feelings if you don’t of course.” she added.

“What about New York? I can’t just leave. Plus I can’t speak freanch. Sorry Ladyug.” Sparrow said a little upset. “That’s OK. I will figure it out. Can I have the necklaece than?” Ladybug asked, disappointed. And Sparrrow gave it back. “Well, goodbye than.” Ladybug said, as she went away and transformed back.

Marinette went back to where all their friends are, to be abseloutly crushed by a group hug. “Marinette you are alive!!! I am so sorry!! I should have never done that to you!!!! I understand you want to move on from Adrien, and I promise I will help you. I shouldn’t have done that!!!!!” Alya said crying. “Oh it’s OK Alya. Thank you!!”

“We are doing a video for Adrien as a suprise. Do you want to help us?” Alya asked. “Nah” Marinette answered. “I rathar not.”

Bonus:

Later:

“Let’s try it than” Marinette said, wearing the necklace. “Leere, Wings of liberty!” Marinette transformed. She used her power on Tikki “Tikki, you are enslaved to the miraculous, forced to follow all of the holders orders and transform when said. I free you from that enslavement!”

“Did it work?” Marinette asked. “Let’s try” answered Tikki.

Marinette: “Tikki, I order you to bring me that cookie!”.

Tikki:“No”

Marinette:“Great it worked!!!”

Marinette detransformed, “Let’s try Transforming than. Resist it.”. “Tikki spots on!!” She said, but she didn’t transform. “It works!!! Great!! Now we could liberate all the Kwamies and no one will ever be able to use them for evil. And of course, you aren’t forced to obey me.”

The End. Probably.

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black-quartz-sphinx-judge-my-vow · 3 years

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Unrelenting Anton, The Last Mountain

https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/289741/Adversaries-of-the-Righteous-Unrelenting-Aton--The-Pillars-of-the-Last-Bastion-Cult-of-Aton

This guy is like Furry art for me. I get the appeal, and understand it, but not for me. That being said, this guy is really freaking cool. He's an elemental from... oh I don't know, the dawn of time! He was part of a group of giant sixty foot tall stone men who balanced the world and kept earthquakes at bay. Then the Exalted went wacko and killed off all of his brothers. Now's he's a crazed doomsday prepper with an underground fotress and cult. The key is really to just throw as many buzz words into a description as you can and call it a day. See, he perceives time the same way mountains do. So where humans see the last seven hundred years as being relatively stable, he's sees it as one continuous cataclysm. Society is collapsing, the environment is out of wack, and we're all doomed! I've never related to a npc so much. So the reason he's a adversary and not a hero, is because he chooses to hide himself away in his underground fort rather than try and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! I'm sure he just thinks a solar is just going to slam dunk a rhino through his skull if he pops his head above ground. Ironically after my last review saying Ashana may have the best numbers in the game, this guy comes up with 15 dice, and puts that to rest. Plus he has extended melee reach, and a ranged grapple, and he can double his parry while giving himself cover, and he can call meteors down from space, and, and and. The guy is a monster. Finally a worthy opponent. I'm not that hot with mechanics and even I can tell he's a beast. His best ability lets him turn his followers to stone to imbune them with extra power. They slowly turn to statues over the course of 20 years, before... becoming immortal, unmoving statues... forever. That's freaking tight, dude. What else? Well how about the fact that he keeps track on everything he thinks can end the world. Sword of Creation(.net) check, exalted check, an awesome bald guy with a magical city check, that guy with the suspicious looking cow? Check, and check. If that's not a plot hook I don't know what is. This guy is from the first age, he knows exactly what kind of scary stuff is buried and where. "The Solars built a fountain that does WHAT?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time." There's so much cool stuff about this guy... I'd just never use him. For some reason I'm just not interested in underground adventures. Shame cause this guys awesome, and drow are cool. I prefer flying castles, which is why you reskin the guy into an air elemental. If there's any thing bad I can say about him, it's that he doesn't seem to be very active. Maybe I'll learn more when I cover his cult next time. I really just try to take these writeups as they are by themselves. He's huddled in his cave peeing into bottles, I don't see why that's the player's business. Where I think the writeup is trying to lead you is that the players need something in his fort, work with them, and then he crazily betrays them before they can betray him. I guess, I dunno. I wouldn't be excited for that to be the plot for such an interesting character, but oh well. Rating A very cool character only held back by the fact, that his presence as a villain seems pretty nebulous. I give Aton 7/10 Fallouts Shelters. Misc. Now I'm sure I'm not the only one who read Aton's description and immediately thought of Walter Benjamin's Thesis on The Philosophy of History. Benjamin describes an angel, much like Anton and calls him "The Audience To Our History." He goes on to say "A Klee painting named Angelus Novus shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress." Plot Hooks 1. Cloverfield Lane. Aton is going to save people, even if they don't want it. In the midst of this apocalypse he kidsnaps anyone he can to bring them to safety. Most recently an entire town has gone off the map. Can the players save them? Aton won't be too happy with someone trying to lead his charges to their death on the surface. 2. The three titans that hold up Palaquin are actually three of Aton's older brothers. Once he learns of their location, he's going to want to try and awaken them, even if it means them dropping an entire city. 3. Aton is the last pillar in a vital structure within creation keeping seismic tremors from ripping the whole thing apart. Either the players learn of this before defeating him, forcing them into a nonviolent solution, or they only learn of this after he's dead. Now they have to find a way to replace, or revive Aton before all of creation sinks into the wyld. 4. Aton's cult's worship is really working! He's been growing stronger and stronger over the centuries. After working with him to put a stop to a doomsday weapon, the players being to notice Aton developing dragonic elements. How will they react to this unstable elemental's transformation into a dragon? 5. Aton is so paranoid that he predicted the eventual return of the solar, and has planned for it, confident that they will come for him just as they did his brothers. A player's old tomb? Robbed, trapped, and it's not the only one. All of the solar tombs have been robbed! News of anathema vanishing from creations is everywhere. Some strange being seems to be targeting the players, their families, it seems to know everything about them. All of this to gather them to Aton's stronghold where's he's created a great urn to contain the souls of the solars.

#Exalted 3E #exalted #rpg #d&d

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hphm-etched-engraved-everlasting · 4 years

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26. Em

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“Miss Lin, are you paying attention?”

My head jerked up suddenly as I heard Professor Snape’s voice addressing me for the third time this week in Potions. Around me, I could see a few of my classmates snickering, Eunice and Travis among them, and a flush of heat rose to my cheeks in embarrassment.

“Sorry, sir.” I took a shaky breath and sat up straighter, holding my quill at the ready over my parchment.

Professor Snape clicked his tongue disapprovingly at the sight. “Then tell me, how many times are you to stir the Herbicide Potion, and in which direction?”

“Seven times counterclockwise, sir.”

Instantly, the snickering stopped, replaced by disbelieving glares. Professor Snape simply nodded at my response. “Correct. Ten points to Hufflepuff.”

Despite the praise I got for actually studying, I still couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. It had been a few days since Clara and I spoke last, and from what I heard from her friends, she was still trying to locate the source of the White Quill that threatened the life of one of her friends. I knew she had every reason to worry even more now, but I wish she knew how much the threat unsettled me too--and yet when I brought it up both of my siblings shot me down.

Did either of my siblings know the meaning of “normal”? I wouldn’t consider being bullied normal. I wouldn’t consider walking in the midst of a curse running rampant normal. As much as I would have loved to forget it, it’s hard to. I caught Hillary and Dawn both looking at me in concern, and I shook my head fervently. Now wasn’t the time to show any vulnerability.

After what felt like an eternity, the bell finally rang signalling the end of the double Potions period--and the end of classes for the day. I was quick to pack my things and fill a sample of the potion with a spare flask Hillary lent me, and just as I was bringing the sample up to the front Professor Snape stopped me.

“You must understand that worrying over your siblings is not the best thing to do right now,” he simply murmured to me once everyone was out of earshot. “Professor Dumbledore would be sure to catch every whiff of trouble before you could say ‘balderdash’.”

I glanced up at Professor Snape now, at his steely black eyes staring intently into my gaze, and frowned. “I know all the professors warn us constantly about this, but what good would sitting back be if there’s nothing done about the situation?”

Before Professor Snape could answer, I put the flask down and walked out of the classroom, head bowed and gaze fixed on my shoes. Not to my surprise, Dawn and Hillary were both waiting for me in the halls, looking at me anxiously as I arrived.

“Em, you’ve been zoning out a lot recently,” Dawn told me gently as we both headed up to the Great Hall for dinner. “What’s going on?”

“Honestly, if Professor Snape cornered me after Potions like that, I’d freak,” Hillary murmured as we all headed to the Hufflepuff table (I caught Travis shooting us a nasty glare from the Slytherin table) and set our things down. “And him being my Head of House does not make me feel any better.”

“He just warned me not to worry about my siblings,” I told them, grabbing a nearby grilled cheese sandwich. “But how could I not worry about them when they’ve literally been through hell and back? I worry for what’s to come, and even more worried about what they have yet to endure. And i want to do something to help, because I can’t help but feel like breaking the statue curse is my responsibility too.”

“Well you should keep in mind that Professor Snape did know your siblings well, right, since they’ve been under his tutelage for a few years more,” Dawn said as she took a bite out of her corned beef sandwich. “At least well enough to know that they still hunted for the Vaults with or without Rakepick--”

“--so what? I should just--leave them alone?”

“Now, really! Is that what a Hufflepuff like you should be thinking?”

Dawn’s mouth suddenly opened in a scream and she almost fell off the bench at the sight of two ghosts approaching us at the table, though she did kick the table and knock over her pumpkin juice in her shock. Hillary dropped her sandwich immediately and picked up her napkin, spreading it over the spilled juice to stop it from dripping over the edge of the table. I squinted my eyes at the sight of them--one rather plump and the other dressed in noble medieval garb--and frowned again. “Who are--”

“Ah, you must be the youngest Lin to grace the halls of this magnificent school!” the one dressed in noble medieval garb greeted me with a deep bow. “Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington here at your service--I am your brother and sister’s house patron ghost, you know.”

“You know my siblings?” I asked him, lowering my sandwich to my plate.

“Of course! I once helped your older sister, Clara, understand the fuller meaning behind the Cursed Vaults at Hogwarts,” Sir Nicholas said then. “And we’ve been on such a grand adventure together!”

“But who’s the other one with you?” Hillary asked. “Not to be rude, but I’ve never realized we had house patron ghosts here.”

“A Slytherin, aren’t you?” the plump one addressed my friend now with a cheery grin. “I suppose you have yet to meet the Bloody Baron, then. Not a pleasant one, I’ll tell you. I’m Hufflepuff’s patron ghost, the Fat Friar.”

“And a real jolly helpful soul he is!” Sir Nicholas chimed in with a chuckle.

I nodded at the two of them, taking another cautious bite out of my grilled cheese sandwich. “It’s really nice to meet you both. Now that I think about it, Clara’s actually told me a little bit about you--I just didn’t realize till now. I’ve just never seen you around before.”

“Is there something troubling you, my dear?” the Fat Friar asked me then. “I recognize that long frown anywhere. Poor Penny Haywood was wearing that same expression just last year when her little sister was trapped in a portrait.”

“It’s about...both my siblings, actually,” I admitted. “I’m worried that with the statue curse going around and threats circulating them, they’ll be in greater stress than ever. They don’t want me to help, though! I get that neither of them never really had a ‘normal school year’, and I know Clara’s keen on wanting to protect me, but it’s hard to ignore the statue curse at all when we know any one of us could be hit next! I want to help! Why can’t they understand that?”

Now the statue curse must have been foreign to the ghosts, because then they completely stilled in shock, mouths gaping slightly. How could it still be news, though? Student gossip was quick to get around--so Penny constantly reminded me. Then again, in his time at Hogwarts Jacob didn’t witness the statue curse at all. If this was the only curse that didn’t repeat itself in the few years Hogwarts had been afflicted by curses, then this would be a hard nut for even the wisest sage to crack. And not even a ghost who had drifted through the walls for the last 500 years or so would be able to offer any advice on this if it wasn’t seen or heard of.

“A statue curse?” Sir Nicholas inquired quietly. “This is a new revelation indeed--and not a good one.”

“I can’t imagine! Students trapped in a shell of stone--the poor dears,” the Fat Friar agreed. “But as for the youngest Lin and the trouble with her siblings...you must do whatever it takes to help them in their cause whether they like it or not.”

“But--”

“Emily, think about one thing that will make you happy,” Sir Nicholas told me then. “What is it that you most want to see?”

“I just want to see my family come back together,” I said. “No more fights, no more arguments that shake the whole world.”

“Then do what you can to get to that goal.”

“Even if it bugs them?”

I didn’t have to see their nods to know what the answer would be.

“Wotcher, Em!”

There came a light thud on my right hip, and I looked up to see Tonks sliding in on the bench beside me, a huge grin on her face.

“Hey, Tonks. What’s up?” I asked. “Wait no, don’t tell me. The candles floating above us?”

“Blimey, you got yourself a good sense of humour yourself!” Tonks praised me with a gentle pat on the back. “No, your sister’s actually asked me to help her with finding an eagle owl that might be associated with R or Rakepick. I just came back from seeing Ben acting like a madman.”

“At least now you’ve seen it firsthand,” I said then, passing her an egg salad sandwich. “Ben’s become more than interesting. I can’t imagine that he used to be scared of everything.”

“Fear is supposed to be healthy, though, isn’t it?” Dawn asked, finally having recovered from her earlier fright with the ghosts and pouring herself another glass of pumpkin juice. “It alerts you to safety the minute you see something frightening.”

“Yes. But Ben seems to think it’s hindering his growth,” I told her. “Anyway, did you find anything about the owl, Tonks?”

“No. We’ve been all over Hogsmeade and then got the tip to Knockturn Alley. But then we got another tip that Rakepick was after her Dark Artefacts--she apparently needs them to open the next Cursed Vault.”

First a message threatening the life of one of my sister’s friends--in Chinese, no less--and then a long search for an owl; now we had to look for Dark Artefacts? Is R planning on leading them through a wild goose chase?

“I just hope she doesn’t lose sight of the ultimate goal in all of this,” I eventually said, finishing off my sandwich.

Perhaps they didn’t want me to succumb to the aftermath of danger, but in a time like this where they could potentially lose their heads, I knew I had to do something to help.

#eep this took a while I'm so sorry #erring on the shorter side now ayah #writer's block at it's finest #meeting the hogwarts house ghosts #hogwarts mystery #hphm year 6 #hogwarts mystery spoilers #hphm spoilers #yea 6 retell #etched engraved everlasting #hphm em lin #hphm hillary redstone #hphm dawn everett #hphm nymphadora tonks

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years

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Merry Christmas, @nephilimeq!

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Ruff Lovin: Doggie Style

"Here girl! C'mon Callie!” Stiles throws a ball across the room as Rascalé looks on bored, or even borderline unimpressed. Stiles sighs and crouches down to his lady, scratching her behind the ears. She leans into it tongue wagging happily before she sighs and puts her head on his leg.

"What's the matter, Callie the Collie?", Stiles muses as he pets her gently. She's been lethargic lately, gaining a little weight in the belly and she's been sleeping even more than usual. She lifts her head to look at him and licks at his chin before sighing and laying back down again. Stiles gets up and paces nervously.

It's been seven days of her decreased energy, which wouldn't be a big thing for any other dog, but Callie - a big brown, collie - normally keeps up with Stiles very well. She was a stray and he got all her shots, but he still hasn't had time to get her spayed.

He stops and looks at Callie who is lounging on her side with her legs crossed. She's a tough broad, but sometimes she likes to be a fancy lady. But even this was different.

When she sat like that, it meant she wanted to be waited on like a queen. She was usually pert and alert, adorably at attention. But now she was lain on her side, seemingly fighting off sleep.

Stiles hadn't noted a fever, or anything off about her smell or diet. Hmm... maybe Derek would have an answer?

Wanna go see Derek and Bruiser?" Callie perked up at the names and Stiles grinned, happy to finally see some life in his lady "Alright, Derek's an adult, he'll know what to do, and we'll get a couple of hours outside of this shithole."

“I heard that motherfucker!" A voice from nowhere says. Stiles grimaces, glaring at the far wall that he shares with the other apartment, Stiles can't stand the guy. He complains at every single little noise that Stiles makes. He swears he hears like a bat. Must be all the meth.

"What'd you say you little shit?”

Dammit, Stiles hadn't meant to say that out loud, but...fuck it.

"I said your sonar hearing must be a fringe benefit of all the meth! You meth-dicked bastard!" Stiles yells out grabbing Rascale's leash and sprinting out the door with her. He hears his neighbor open his door and soon sees a short stout man holding a bat.

"You wanna say that to my face, 418? Want me to kick your ass the same number of times as the apartment you live- Rascalé!"

Stiles groans, cursing the elevator for being so fucking slow. Rascalé yips and trots to Mether McMethyson and allows him to pet her hair. Stiles hated it, but he couldn't stay mad. She was literally the only reason he was still alive.

"Hiya lil Callie, aren't you the sweetest thing, yes you are! Who's a pretty bitch?" Methan Von Methenlowen says as he maniacally pets Stiles dog "You know overfeeding is a sign of dog abuse?"

Stiles attention snaps back to Methzel Washingmeth, yes, he's now switched to celebrities.

"The fuck? Fuck you!”

"Fuck you if you're over feeding your dog!" Mathbastian Meth says irritably. He's covering Rascalé’s ears while also giving her scritches, so she's unconcerned with the conversation.

“She's getting fat and it's not healthy.”

"Wait! She's not fat, she's full figured and beautiful, she’s just been a little tired lately.”

"Hell, I like big ladies,” Meth Mettrick Methis, shrugging like this is a pleasant and casual conversation they're having, "But when it's dogs it's no good. Get your shit together, if anything happens to her, I'm coming for you.”

Stiles can't think of a damned thing to say so he shrugs and nods, reaching his hand out hoping Rascalé will notice. She does after about 30 more awkward seconds of petting while Stiles stands next to the wall, trying not to freak the fuck out. As she walks towards him, Methedict Methold points menacingly at Stiles.

"And fucking get her fixed, her heat was stinking up the whole building and she left little bloodies everywhere. But it's not your fault is it, princess? You just have a piece of shit owner-" Even though his attention was back on the dog, Methie Methane (that one works on two levels... kinda) was pointing a finger at Stiles.

"What heat? She doesn't have- I mean, wait, bloodies?"

"Yeah, I know you just got her which is why I haven't beaten your ass for not getting her spayed, but if you wait much longer she's gonna get knocked up and newborn puppies are a pain in the ass, you understand mel?"

Stiles sighs and nods again, thanking the heavens when the elevator finally arrives He and Callie walk inside and as the door closes Stiles looks down at Callie who looks back at him and shakes his head.

"Fucking, LA."

XXXxxxXXX

Stiles moved to Los Angeles from Beacon Hills and grabbed the first single he could find in his price range. What he thought was a great deal at the time (his building was right next to the Magic Castle! He could see it from his house, how cool was that?) morphed into being 10 months into a 12 month lease with the methed out pet protection squad living next door.

Stiles found Rascalé under an overpass with no tags. He posted a few ads on Next Door and Craigslist and after no response he took her in. He'd gotten her shots, but getting her spayed was a more complicated (read: expensive) procedure and Stiles was still job hunting! He knew he'd have to find something soon, especially now that he and Derek were fucking, he knew he'd start to feel weird about the cash Derek gave him for helping out with his house. Stiles hums to himself as he enjoys the distinct change in air that happens just above Franklin. Maybe it's the altitude, but the smog seems less penetrating. Rascalé nudges Stiles' knee, seeming to notice his internal tangent.

"Well Callie, we're not exactly fucking, we just fucked the once, but I would very much like to fuck him again, you know?" He looks down at Rascalé who yips at him and then pulls slightly on the leash, wanting to reach her destination.

"Well aren't you the eager beaver? Bruiser's a fun dog, isn't he? You two are best friends, huh?"

Rascalé looks back at Stiles with her "bitch, please" look that Stiles swears she got from Derek. Fucking Derek.

Stiles smiles.

When Stiles got Rascalé, she was extremely undernourished. He fed her correctly and made sure she stayed active. He loved going over to Runyon trail and running to the tops of the peaks with her. It gave them amazing views of the city which Stiles hates just a little less in those moments.

He was on one of these runs through the trails with Callie one bright Sunday morning. On the way back to his shitty apartment, they saw a little black miniature pinscher wearing a leather vest with a broken metal chain in a pool beside him. He looked lost and afraid as Stiles hovered around him.

"Hey lil buddy, looks like you got away from your owner, huh?" Stiles had seen this before. Sometimes Rascalé would get too excited and get a little far away from him. He thankfully had an extending leash for her. This little pinscher looked small, but he was an energetic little bastard. Stiles knew when the dog started barking hell at him.

Ever the peacemaker Rascalé barked once and approached the dog, sniffing and saying hello or whatever it was dogs did when they met each other.

"Callie, you are a Jedi master." Stiles said happily as he'd finally been allowed to crouch down and pet the dog. He fingered his tags and saw the name was "Bruiser Hale" There was a phone number on the back so Stiles pulled out his phone.

A few minutes later a Grecian statue looking mother fucker came running up the hill, Stiles looked at his phone and then at 185 pounds of tanned muscle tone and definition jogging in real life slow motion towards him. He looked at his phone and thought about the soft, masculine voice coming out of this hard bodied hunk with his dark, nearly jet black hair and his sparkling hazel? Are his eyes fucking hazel?

"So fucking unfair." Stiles mumbled as the guy dropped to his knees, scooping the little dog into his embrace. Bruiser seemed just as happy and relieved to see his owner as he barked and licked the man's face.

"Bruiser, honey I'm so sorry I lost you!" the man - Derek Hale, himself- sighed happily into Bruiser's fur. He looked up at Stiles "Normally we come in the south entrance, but today we came in the north and I think he got a little overexcited and turned around. He's a small guy, but the chain I got wasn't strong enough. I'm Derek, by the way."

The man extended his hand and Stiles grabbed it, helping him up in the process. He was a good height, just about a nose taller than Stiles and Stiles could definitely work with that.

"Hi umm. I'm Stiles. Glad I could get Bruiser back to his dad" Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, thankful it was warm out so he could blame the trail and weather for the sweat beading on his forehead.

"Stiles, eh? That's... a name." Derek grinned and Stiles would have to remember to be indignant after he got done sunbathing in this man's smile. Impossibly handsome and kind of a dick? Sign Stiles up!

Funnily, Stiles didn't jump his bones right away. He actually enjoyed Derek's company, which Derek assures him is no small feat. Since then Stiles and Derek had been jogging in the park with their dogs and occasionally Stiles would help Derek with some repairs on a house he was flipping. He'd taken to hanging there most weekends and as many weeknights as he could manage. Derek loved Rascal and she loved Derek and Bruiser. Stiles was glad to have a friend and Derek's place provided many benefits. The best of them all being Derek himself.

As they got closer, Derek started to show more of his true self. Stiles got to know his likes and dislikes. For example, Derek liked quiet, seclusion and working out. Derek didn't like clothes. The closer they got, the more comfortable Derek felt shedding his shirt, and then his shorts as he traipsed through the house to the outdoor shower. There were two heads and one day he looked at Stiles expectantly, like they were at the gym and not his open - albeit surrounded by security hedges - backyard. Stiles tried to remind himself that he was grownup and nudity was no big deal and ever since he'd started hitting the trails his body was pretty damn fine. Also, what was going to happen, a NASA satellite was going to come by and take a grainy picture of his dick? Stiles shuddered and looked at the sky warily before taking a deep breath and dropping trow.

He felt the elevator eyes and grinned, slightly cocky that Derek wasn't the only one with something to bring to the table. The water was sun warmed and he could feel the heat emanating off the man beside him.

"Hey Derek, I've never asked, but are you seeing anyone? Stiles asked as chalantly as the situation would allow. Derek chucked.

"Hey Stiles, I'm single." He turns to face Stiles and Stiles swore he could feel the whisper of Derek's dick on his thigh. He wanted it in his mouth. "Tell me about your boyfriend.”

Stiles turned and faced Derek, taking a step closer allowing that whisper to turn into a full on scream. Derek lifted his brow in anticipation as Stiles smirked.

"Hey Derek, I don't have a fucking boyfriend so why don't you let me suck your dick?"

"Only if you let me return the favor." Derek replied with a lick to his own lips, and then Stiles'. And then Derek's tongue was in Stiles' mouth and the next thing Stiles knew he was on his knees giving Derek's dick a pep talk for the dicking he was about to receive.

Cut to now, where Stiles was standing in the street halfway between his house and Derek's, wondering if he should feel awkward about going over there? They were definitely going to have sex again, right? Both were free of significant others, and the last time was good. Should Stiles have called him after? He knew Derek was going out of town for "business" whatever the hell that was. Should Stiles know Derek's business? As far as he knew flipping the house was just a hobby, but now that he thinks about it who has a hobby like that? Was Derek loaded? He’d have to ask after sucking Derek's dick. No, before! That's classier, right?

Rascalé waits patiently as her owner reminisces in the middle of the intersection, but soon starts to pull Stiles out of harm's way. Stiles follows obediently and begins to ramble.

"I know I'm a slut, Callie, and I live in that truth several times a day, in several different positions. And I know Derek's a slut because men who are not sluts don't spank you and tell you to call them alpha on the first dicking. Or any dicking really, that right there is some kinky shit. No judgement!"

Callie leads the way as though she was being led by sense memory and Stiles follows along in fashion "It's just, I like him, you know? He's actually a great listener he's funny and charming and we have fun. Is sex gonna mess that up? Maybe I should sit and talk to him and we can figure out our future like adults? Because despite the fact I'm living in a drug den and have no real job, I am an adult!" Stiles pumps his fist in the air, and lowers it quickly. looking around to see if anyone noticed his outburst.

They don't. It's fucking LA.

"Fucking LA! Back in Beacon Hills I would have gotten a citation for public disturbance. Here, I'm the sane one! And you and I both know Derek's an adult, Callie He has condoms at the ready! He even sluts it up adult-style! Serious goals."

Stiles looks up the dead end street in front of him and exhales. He's going to be an adult with Derek and DTR before whatever it is they're doing blows up in his face (and not in the good way).

Stiles gets to the front door and lets Callie off her leash before unlocking the front door. She takes off like a shot towards where Stiles is sure Bruiser is and Derek watches as he walks up the couple of stairs in the foyer.

"They missed each other, huh? Derek asks, before he tums to get an armful of Stiles.

Stiles wraps himself around Derek, licking into his mouth rubbing his groin against any part of the man he can reach. Derek adapts like a motherfucking adult and carries Stiles to the mattress in the middle of the living room.

It's not until they're in the middle of round 2, when Derek holds him down with a firm hand in the middle of his back, pinning his chest to the mattress while fucking the life out of him when Stiles looks up and sees Rascalé looking at him with friendly Judgement that Stiles realizes he's gone terribly off course.

She's lounging on her side and Bruiser is pacing around her, licking her nose, in her ears and grooming her lovingly. Stiles cocks his head and Derek leans over him, breathing hotly into his ear as he slows his thrusts.

"it's kinda funny, huh? They're a lot like us." He rasps before licking the shell of Stiles' ear and biting at his neck. Stiles squirms, moaning loudly at the utterly welcome intrusion of this man on top of him and shakes his head.

"Wha- what the fu?" He can't finish his sentence until he finishes his orgasm so he prioritizes and waits until he's snug in Derek's arms. He ignores the little flutter he gets in his stomach and pays attention to the dogs again. Now Bruiser is sniffing Callie's... underneath-the-tail area ahem- and giving her little licks as she huffs contentedly and gives Stiles ~the look again.

Stiles is a little closer to understanding what it means.

"What did you mean when you said the dogs were like us?" He asks Derek, absentmindedly petting his beard. Derek kisses his neck (Stiles promises to swoon after he DTRs dammit!) and looks at the pups.

"They've been fucking for weeks. I mean I know we haven't been fucking for weeks, but still."

"Hmm." Stiles hums as his eyes sleepily begin to droop. His little lady was getting some and had her little doggy boo in check. Callie was always such a boss ass bit- wait.

"Whoa, Stiles, what's wrong?" Derek yelps. A second ago the frenetic young man was dozing in his arms and now he was up, pacing and pointing at Rascalé.

"Our dogs are what?” Stiles asks frantically. Derek stares at Bruiser who is torn between whether to start barking or just ignore the outburst like Rascalé has gotten used to.

"They're fucking. They've been at it the last few weeks. I can't believe you never saw them, it's kinda funny.”

"It's not funny, Derek! How does it even work, Bruiser is so tiny!"

"Hey!" Derek starts defensively, "He's a short dog, but he's got a tall attitude!

"What?" Stiles deadpans at the perturbed sexyness on the floor.

"He's BAE! Big Attitude Energyl See, I can 'millenial' too!"

"...

…

… What?!" Stiles rushes over to Rascalé, much to the displeasure of Bruiser who growls at him. Stiles.. hisses at Bruiser (Stiles will not be blamed for his lack of couth) and begins to pet Rascalé, rubbing her belly.

"Stiles, what's the big deal? She's a grown ass bitch, don't slut shame, Calliel"

"First off!" Stiles says, pointing accusingly at Derek, "stop trying to millennial, you're fucking 32, you were born in the damned '80s! Secondly. She’s not fixed, Derek! Methaddict Cumformeth said she was just in heat!"

Derek opens his mouth and then shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before opening his mouth again.

"I don't even… who… wait, why isn't Callie fixed?"

“I got her as a stray! She has all her shots and I was saving up to get her spayed. Don't poor shame me, this is not my fault! Why isn't Bruiser fixed?”

"Leave Bruiser out of this!”

"Bruiser was in it, Derek DEEP! He literally raw dogged my girl!" Stiles cradles the unconcerned Rascalé to him as he gives a still growling Bruiser the evil eye. Derek rolls his eyes.

"I was going to have you take him next week! Besides, no one is saying it's anyone's fault it's just surprising. It's kind of kismet, right?" Derek ponders, suddenly getting wistful, Stiles sneers.

"More like lazy ass parenting! Derek, the Dogfia already have it out for me I can’t let Callie bear the brunt of my ineptitude!”

"The Dogfi- wait is that the Dog mafi-”

"Derek, shut up and focus! What are we going to do?”

Derek looks at Stiles who gawps at him expectantly.

"Well?" Derek opens his mouth to remind Stiles he just told him to shut up. but Stiles steams ahead, “I will not be shamed for being an irresponsible dog owner. Callie is a bad bitch who can raise her pups by herself, but she shouldn't have to, Derek. Not because I was being a bad doggy daddy.”

"Jesus, Stiles! Doggy daddy?!"

"Enough out of you, Hale! Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Stiles points at Derek with wide eyes, missing (or ignoring) the slight kinky smirk on Derek's face, Stiles files away Derek's like of being bossed around for later if there is one.

Shit, if he took Rascalé back home, then Meth Newmethson would kill him and then probably steal his dog and get her also hooked on meth! Stiles pulls at his hair and looks at Derek frantically.

"Derek, we have to move in together!"

XXXxxxXXXxxxXXX

Derek Hale is in love.

Shit, he wanted to blame Bruiser. Before Derek adopted the dog, he was a cold, bitter and angry young man. He was a litigator and worked hundreds of hours per week (yes, he knows a week only has 168 hours, but he worked hundreds) fighting in court and caring little about the outcome except for him winning. He'd had a pretty Dickensian childhood. Parents were killed when he was young, he was in an orphanage until his uncle appeared from nowhere and took Derek as his ward. He found out his parents had extremely generous settlements and when he turned 18 he invested or put the money in savings while he lives off his lawyer money.

One day he won a huge settlement for his client and afterwards the kid of the man the judgement was against showed up at Derek's favorite coffee spot, dog in tow. He cried and yelled at Derek about how he'd ruined his family and now they had to move to the country because they couldn't afford the city or the school the kid was attending and Derek's heart melted. Well, not because of anything that dumb kid said, but rather the large chocolate eyes of the hound dog puppy the boy had with him. Derek had always wanted a dog but didn't want to become too attached. Now though, since he'd have to find a new coffee shop, he decided to treat himself to a pup. He'd need something small but feisty so he could take him on trips.

He met Bruiser when the then mini pinscher puppy trotted up to him, pissed on his shoes and quickly pranced off. Derek liked him instantly. He purchased not only the pup, but every butch accessory he could find. He loved Bruiser and slowly he found that love seeped into other things.

He loved time off. He started to actually use his vacation hours and now worked only 80 hour weeks which was nearly unheard of in his field, but he didn't care. He loved flipping houses, loved going in and making minor repairs and revisions and then relisting the house and seeing how much profit he could make.

He loved exercising and running the trails with Bruiser. He loved his body and loved using it. Bruiser always brought him the best tail. He'd used the lost dog trick many times and it usually ended up in a nice tug and tumble with some overly concerned dog owner in the woods.

And now he loved Stiles. He was a little surprised when he realized it, but not shocked. He’d never even considered fucking just one person at a time, much less having a boyfriend and settling down. Not until this long, lean boy with the honey eyes gave Derek a wholly inviting view as he trudged up the hill to where Bruiser had run off to. The boy was completely bent over in entirely too short jogging shorts. He was oblivious of his beauty, but not of Derek’s and he can’t say he didn’t like the attention. He was used to that, though. What caught him off guard was how friendly the boy was, and how interested in Derek he was outside of his good looks and sex appeal.

He was whip smart and funny and very handy, even offering to help with the house. Derek didn’t notice they hadn’t fucked yet until one day he came home to shower and felt Stiles’ eyes on him. As Derek turned to look, Stiles flailed and pretended to be watering the dogs after their run. Derek wondered for a moment why Stiles hadn’t come and jumped his bones when he realized he hadn’t jumped Stiles’! Hadn’t even tried! He considered Stiles... a friend?

That’s when Derek knew he was in love with Stiles. Well, as close to love as he could get anyhow. He liked being around him, loved his dog (even though Stiles did insist on calling her two names, “It’s a nickname, Der! She’s Rascalé the Collie, Callie for short!”

Derek should have known then, when he thought that explanation actually made sense, that he was head over heels for the boy.

And he knew it even more now when Stiles suggests they move in together and Derek… doesn’t mind that much. Of course he’s going to give Stiles shit for it.

“Stiles, what? Why do we need to move in together?”

Stiles jumps up, his dick bobbing just as righteously as its owner and paces towards Derek, poking finger armed and ready. Derek covers his nipples.

“The Dogfia out here is rampant!” Stiles says, poking Derek in the sternum. Derek rubs it, pouting and choosing to ignore ‘Dogfia’ for now. Stiles smirks and rubs the spot soothingly before narrowing his eyes again and getting back into a ~mood.

“I will not allow Rascalé to be a single mother because of me. And you shouldn’t want Bruiser to be a furry fuckboy!” Bruiser looks up from where he’s grooming Rascalé and barks once before going back to his task. “See? Even Bruiser wants to be involved in his pups lives!”

“I keep Bruiser well groomed.” Derek insists, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.

“What?”

“You called him a furry fuckboy and I’ll have you know-”

“Dammit Hale, stop being adorable! This is serious!” Stiles says, plopping on the mattress next to Derek who starts to play with his leg hair.

“Is it though?” Derek asks causing the young man to huff, “We don’t even know if she’s pregnant.”

“Of course she is!” Stiles throws his hands up in exasperation, looking at Derek like he was missing the obvious.

“Oh yeah, how do you know?”

Stiles grows quiet suddenly, thoughtful in a way Derek hasn’t seen him very often, but when he does, it’s electrifying.

“It’s fate.” He says simply with a shrug. Then he chuckles to himself, “and honestly, it’s perfect for me. I have two months left on my lease and I gotta get out of skidrow west. So I stay here, we work on the house which should be done by the time the puppies are here. We’ll have a fun story to tell the new owner and then we can figure out what happens next.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” Stiles looks over at Derek suddenly. The smile takes over his face and Derek’s floods the entire house with joy.

“Yeah?” Stiles says cautiously as he takes Derek’s hand in his, “You ready to be house flipping puppy grampies?”

“I think I am.”

“Shit, I can’t believe that worked! Now I won’t get murdered by Mether Lawmeth!”

“Who?”

“Oh, it’s this guy that lives in my building who buys, makes and sells and consumes meth. I don’t know his name so I just change other names to make them meth related names.”

“Why ...why do you do that? Dammit Stiles, what’s wrong with your brain?!”

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s still fucked out by this guy I met on the trails.”

Derek’s jaw drops and he laughs, shaking his head, “Son of a bitch.”

“Hey, those are our future grandpups you’re talking about!”

Derek shuts up Stiles’ crazy, crazy mouth with a kiss.

XXXxxxXXX

The next day they walk hand in hand back to Stiles’ place to start packing Stiles’ meager belongings. Derek leaves Stiles to start and goes to get his truck out of parking. When he gets to the fourth floor walk up, he can hear absolute bloody murder from the hall.

“How dare you allow this precious gift from Heaven to be knocked up by some trail trash, some… some… furry fuckboy!”

“I’ll have you know he is groomed regularly!”

“I’m calling the cops!”

“The dog cops?!”

“FUCK YOU, my cousin’s a cop and I’m going to call him and Callie is gonna stay with me until he gets here!”

“The fuck she is, get the fuck away from me, oh my god!”

Derek hears Callie growling and takes the steps two at a time until he sees Stiles wielding a can of Lysol and trying to shield Callie who is barking at Meth Guy… who has a fucking knife.

Fucking LA!

“Gary, put the knife down!” Derek yells, standing his ground as the guy turns to him wildly.

“What? How’d you know my name?”

Derek holds back a shrug. He took a shot in the dark, but he wasn’t gonna let Metholm McDowmeth know that. Dammit, Stiles was rubbing off on him.

“I know it because I’m a lawyer and you have more than a few warrants out for your arrest. So if you don’t want to go back to jail, you’ll put the knife down and let my boyfriend and stepdog leave in peace!” Damn, Derek was really all in. He could tell himself he was doing it for the show, but he loved Callie almost as much as Bruiser, he was committed. And when Derek commits, he goes full throttle.

“Fuck you, you Superman looking piece of shit!” Gary starts to lunge at Derek who lifts one eyebrow and goes apeshit.

He grabs the hand Gary swipes at him and kicks him in the chest, sending him flying past Stiles and further down the hall. Derek cracks his neck and fucking roars as he stalks down the hall towards Gary who is scrambling to get up.

“Stay DOWN!” Derek yells. He reaches Stiles and grabs him behind the neck, crashing their mouths together. He then sweetly bends over and pats Bruiser on the head while scratching behind Rascalé’s ears.

“Aren’t you a sweetie? Yes you are, Mama!” Derek says playfully as Rascalé licks his nose. He smiles at her before dropping the smile immediately and sneering at… Gary.

“Ok, Pal! Whatever you say, you crazy piece of shit!” Gary starts to crabwalk back to his apartment with Derek looming over him. When they get to the door, Derek pushes it open to give room for Gary to go in. Gary starts to stand again, but then stops when he hears another growl from Derek.

He crawls the rest of the way into his apartment and Derek closes the door. He turns around to an armful of Stiles.

“C’mon!” Derek insists happily as Stiles plants kisses all over his face. “Let’s go get your shit.”

“Yeah! But first let’s fuck really loudly and piss off Gary some more!”

Derek nods in agreement and carries Stiles into his place.

XXXxxxXXXxxxXXX

Stiles could barely believe the turn life had taken for him. Instead of sitting in his shithole apartment listening to Gary complain about every ethnicity he could think of while also, you know, doing meth; he was now walking hand in hand with his new boyfriend and their two dogs, one of which was gonna be a mama any day now.

It’s only been a couple of months, but Stiles has never felt more valued or loved. True to his word (part of the agreement that he and Stiles finally set up when they decided to DTR like fucking adults!), Derek treated Rascalé like a queen and so did Bruiser. She was getting big and this was probably the last walk they’d be able to take before nesting down.

Stiles thinks about the pups and how life couldn’t be more perfect.

“Derek, Derek Hale! That is you, you fucking bastard!” A blonde man with piercing green eyes walks up and sneers at Derek who is blushing. Stiles furrows his brow looking between the two confused.

“Hey Jackson, umm, nice to see you? I hope you’re well.”

Jackson’s jaw drops as he looks incredulously. “Well? You hope I’m well? Were you hoping that when you ghosted me after giving me the best sex I’ve ever had… outside in a park?!”

“Woah, hey Jackson, this is Stiles, my boyfriend, so maybe be cool.”

“Boyfriend?” Jackson finally looks at Stiles as though just realizing he was there. Stiles wants to be annoyed at the guy, he’s intimidatingly gorgeous, but Stiles can also tell the beauty consumes him. Hell, he’s outfitted in the latest hiking gear and even has sweat proof foundation on. If he wasn’t being a dick, Stiles could love him. Hell, Stiles probably loves him more because he is a dick. “How’d you two meet? Did Bruiser get “lost”?”

Jackson does little air quotes on ‘lost’ and looks at Derek who is melting beside him. He's nearly a puddle as Stiles looks between the two stricken.

“Wait.. Derek, what? I mean-” Stiles looks at where his hand is joined with Derek’s and then back at the man in question. Then he laughs.

Jackson’s shit eating grin falls and his face morphs into something like disgust. Stiles bends over laughing and wipes tears from his eyes.

“You think I didn’t know about Bruiser’s training? I had to take him on a walk and he brought me back this tall dark skinned god!”

“That was Boyd.” Derek says pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “He’s the only one I saw twice.”

“That’s right baby, and I’m the last, right?”

Derek looks back at Stiles and nods.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Good!” Stiles pecks Derek on lips and looks back at Jackson, “It was great meeting you Jackson. When you get your head out of your ass, give us a call. I’m sure we can set a new goal for your best evers.” Stiles winks and drags their pack down the trail.

“You knew?” Derek asks timidly. Stiles chuckles.

“Yeah, I knew, and I felt weird about it at first, but then I realized that out of all the trade, I was the one you kept. Plus, my dog loves you and she basically call the shots.”

Rascalé waddles ahead and looks back at the boys as if to keep up. Bruiser yips happily, running in circles around his lady and Derek and Stiles follow behind hand in hand.

“Such a boss bitch.”

Rascale' and Bruiser

Ferdinand…………………………………… Josephine…………………………………………...

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5738 A.D. 4,1 (Dr. Stone fanfic)

The first Dr. Stone fanfic I’ve written so far. I gotta say I wrote this so quickly and so fast last night while still giving out candy to kids XD.

Spoiler warning on the cellphone arc though.

Also this is exactly, 3719 words. Cookies to the one who gets it XD

Anyway, I hope you all like it and enjoy!

Gen was still having a hard time taking everything in. Was it really the year 5739? The mentalist just couldn’t wrap his head around it. On top of it all, those statues. So many statues. They were people, turned to stone.

He had realized that something terrible has happened and it affected every human being on earth.

He was affected too, considering the position he woke up from. He remembered that he had just finished his act. Hearing the cheers and applause from a delighted audience, that’s when everything went dark.

And the next thing he knew was a bright light, facing an open ocean.

He wondered if this was a prank, he’s seen a lot of celebrity prank shows, to be a victim of that disgusted him. He was a mentalist, being subjected to a prank like this defies his very image.

That is until he heard a deep commanding voice from the background.

“Welcome to the year 5739 AD”

He felt cold sweat drip off his currently naked body. He turned to recognize the man who broke him out of the dark stone prison. It was Shishio Tsukasa… the strongest primate high schooler.

He was then given some clothes to wear, made by their resident tailor named Yuzuriha. He didn’t know who she was, but was grateful for her.

It was… clothes he supposes. It was a tunic of sorts that reached up to his knees. Made of animal skin. He wanted to ask for a T-Shirt and Jeans. Then again… if it really was year 5739, and everyone was petrified…

He nearly stumbled on a statue lying around. He gained back his footing and turned to see what tripped him. His eyes widened to see that it was his manager.

Memories of the man flooded his head. When he first started, he would try to use him, booking his shows back to back, expecting him to nearly give up his own education and even family life for his acts. He tried to milk so much money from his acts, Gen was sure it was borderline illegal. But eventually he found a weakness to the man and he became an easy target for Gen’s manipulation. Sometimes he used him as a guinea pig for any new acts he had thought of. He nearly had him prance around the streets naked once as a form of revenge.

But if it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t have become this popular and famous…

He wouldn’t have had the money to…

Tsukasa shattered the manager’s head beneath his feet.

Gen nearly jumped back at the sudden destruction in front of him.

“I apologize for startling you.” Tsukasa spoke up, “I remember this man once, he was your manager yes?”

Gen could only nod.

“He tried to charm me to having you and I do more shows together, he treated us as if were freaks in a carnival. I cannot stand adults like that…”

It didn’t take a mentalist, to know how every word he spoke dripped of hatred and loathing. Gen looked at the remains of the destroyed statue, and felt his stomach churn.

He hated his manager yes, but…

For someone to just mercilessly destroy that…

They had arrived at the Empire of Might as Tsukasa had called it. Gen could only look at it with awe as he saw various forms of treehouses and caves made out of gigantic tree trunks. But most of all, he saw that almost every man and even women around him were muscular and looked like they would be able to carry him like he was a feather.

Then Gen met the said tailor, Yuzuriha, and the big oaf that he was pretty sure that he was her boyfriend, Taiju.

Gen thanked her for the clothes. But wonders if he could ask her for something more… sophisticated. Something that suits his style.

Tsukasa agreed, he saw Gen as a valuable member of the Empire, but he also needed him for a mission.

Yuzuriha agreed to do it without any questions asked.

Gen missed paper and pencil or any kind of writing instruments. But it seemed that the girl understood his directions.

While they waited for his new outfit, Tsukasa began explaining to him about a certain “miracle fluid” that had broken him out of the petrified state.

That peaked his interest, not that he would show it.

As Tsukasa brought him to a cave and along a few other muscular men with him, Gen brushed his fingers against a tree without realizing it.

Thats where he felt it.

He knew tree bark was rough and could hurt depending on the tree, but it felt weird to him. To him it was like… like… Something was engraved into the tree.

He moved his hand away and saw a carving into the tree he held on.

A.D.

5738

4, 1

“Fifty-seven, thirty-eight… Four, One…” Gen read the engraving. “5738, 4, 1…”

It was like everything he had known right now had changed.

He wondered how… how would Tsukasa be able to determine the current year. Was it even really year 5739?

But this engraving shows it. 5738… It’s been a year since the engraving was written in the tree. April 1st… How did the writer knew of the exact date even…

“5738… April 1st…” Gen repeated himself, “H-How…. How did… How could someone…?”

“No…” Gen gathered his thoughts, “Someone… someone must have carved this after breaking out… They had to. But… How would… would they know the exact date…”

“Is it even possible…?!”

He read again the crude kanji and the numbers written on the tree. It was clearly there. It wasn’t some sort of hallucination… It was actually written there…

“This… this is…” Gen shuddered in excitement at the realization of someone like that existed, and broke out first, “This is too antastic-fay! Whoever did this… Must be…”

Then his thoughts were interrupted by Tsukasa calling him to the cave.

Gen quickly dashed inside. To see Tsukasa standing in front of a pile of… bat guano. Gen’s nose scrunched up at the awful smell and saw yellow liquid dripping down from the cave’s ceiling, to a clay bowl.

He quickly deduced it as a so called “miracle fluid” that Tsukasa had mentioned. But when he read Tsukasa’s expression, he felt there was more… than just that fluid…

That night, he couldn’t stop thinking about that engraving.

5738 A.D. April 1.

He wondered who could even do that. In that darkness. For almost 4000 years, calculated the year, month and date. The exact date?!

He thought of possibilities. He knew you can tell how old a tree is by cutting it and counting the number of rings… But that would have been a gigantic tree. He considered the number of natural disasters that could have destroyed it way before the next millenia… So he scratched out that idea. He thought maybe some sort of machine that could tell the time survived, but he hasn’t seen a sign of any kind of civilization, let alone a machine that could tell the time. His thoughts wandered of any kind of sci-fi theory he’s seen. But just like before, he saw nothing…

Nothing from the year 2019.

Gen curled up onto his sheets. It has hit him again, the realization that there was nothing left from the year he knew. No buildings, no cars… no cola even…

He felt the sudden urge for a bottle.

As he realized he couldn’t sleep he stepped outside of his living quarters and saw the stars in the sky. It was numerous, more than he could ever count.

Count…

That’s when he thought of something… a completely etched-fay possibility…

Yes, there was no machine or anything that could tell the time, but the fact remained that time still moved forward, no matter what…

It was something insane. Something that no human being should be able to do, but it was possible…

He had heard rumours of a kid who counted the exact seconds within a month, and he had counted it exactly.

“To count the passing seconds…” Gen thought to himself, “To do that during all that time in the darkness…”

Many feelings he suddenly felt for this mystery counter. Excitement, pity, delight, fear… In order to do that, he would have had to remain conscious all that time… Gen eventually felt nothing and his mind went completely blank after a while. When Tsukasa revived him, he thought everything before was just a dream… a long 3720 year dream…

He had to find them… he had to find the person who could have done this feat… He had to know. He had to know this person. He had to pick him apart and understand his own way of thinking. He had to analyze everything about him. He had to know how and why would he do such a ridiculous yet logical thing.

He hadn’t felt this eager in knowing a person he hasn’t even met.

The rest of that night spent thinking about this person. He smiled at the thought of someone else being this unique.

It was like… to him it was like getting excited over a book he had heard only good reviews about.

Yes he was skeptical, but the thought of someone like this.

It got him excited.

Yuzuriha finished his new outfit the next day, he was very grateful for her. Especially after hearing the fact that she spent all night with it. Gen felt a bit bad for her, until he heard her voice crack just a little…

Gen did not have supersonic hearing, but as a mentalist, he taught himself to pay attention to people’s subtle noises. He wonders if Yuzuriha is lying to him.

He tried the new outfit on, and it fits him just right. He was definitely impressed with her.

Tsukasa called for him after he had finished his new outfit.

He was given a mission…

“Those dusty old fossils who used to be in power…” Tsukasa began as he led Gen to a path in the forest, “Are even less necessary in this natural world of stone…”

Gen didn’t hear a hint of hesitation from those words. In fact to him Tsukasa spoke of his ideals in such great confidence and conviction, that the mentalist felt a bit swayed by those. Especially when he said…

“But I see a massive amount of potential in you… Gen.”

Gen felt himself snap out of that trance. He knew Tsukasa had a lot of natural charisma, but even he as a master of minds, felt like he was grabbed instantly and quickly, as if he got there by himself. He cursed himself mentally, as he remembered how Tsukasa crushed the statue of his manager. And all of the other pieces of statues he has seen scattered everywhere.

“There’s something I need you for…” Gen’s attention was grabbed again as Tsukasa cleared some branches to reveal a treehouse, made by… concrete? He wondered. “And your skills as a mentalist will be invaluable…”

Gen saw on the side a few empty jars, crude makeshift spears… he was surprised that even the ladder that leads up to the treehouse was still sturdy. To him it looked like it was all abandoned.

But that wasn’t where they went, rather, Tsukasa led him to a hut near the tree house. It had a worn out sign that said, “Laboratory”.

Tsukasa led him inside and the mentalist saw broken clay pots everywhere. He watched his step, as he moved in closer to see more and more broken pieces scattered everywhere. To him it was an obvious sign that whoever lived here scrambled to take everything and left. To the untrained eye that is.

Gen saw this was too intentional. It was too much of a mess for him. He thought maybe a scuffle, but that would have caused those shelves to fall apart. To him, it is as if the previous occupants just intentionally took those jars and smashed them.

“Follow them for me.” Tsukasa gave him his mission, Gen’s deductions were right, “And get inside of their minds… Perhaps I’m being overly cautious, but I want you to track down this man Senku and tell me if he’s dead or hiding out somewhere…

Senku…

And there it is the name of the person he was looking for.

‘Senku…’ Gen thought to himself. He tried to think of anyone he knew by that name, none came to mind.

So he asked, “Who is Senku?”

“He, was the first of us to revive…” Tsukasa replied.

‘First? Don’t tell me…’

“He used his knowledge of science to create a formula to undo the petrification.” he continued as Gen took in this invaluable information, “That’s how he revived me…”

Gen couldn’t hide his surprise anymore.

‘This Senku person… revived Tsukasa? He created a formula to undo the petrification?’

“This man…” Tsukasa continued as Gen felt the man’s voice grew bitter, “His only desire is to revive everyone, no matter who they were…”

‘What? He… what?’

“He’ll bring back the same people who ruined our world…. And they’ll make weapons…” Gen felt every word laced with pure hatred.

“He was the most intelligent man alive, and that’s why I killed him myself…”

He saw Tsukasa’s eyes narrowed as he finished his sentence. Gen held back even his own expressions, but to hear that from Tsukasa’s mouth, he finally understood.

He finally understood what he had to do.

Gen enjoyed it. He enjoyed experimenting and toying with the human mind and the limitless possibilities of the human psyche. He mostly used it for his own benefit and gain, but that’s what the world, the previous world, taught him. To him adults were easy picking, even more so than teenagers and children. He knew as one grows older, the ideals and beliefs, and biases a person has learned will stick longer and thus harder to change or remove. Gen knew of this and exploited it to his heart’s content.

He asked Tsukasa if he could stay a bit more to inspect the area. The man let him, and asked if he knew the way back.

Gen knew the way back.

When he realized that he was finally alone, he quickly observed the area. He looked at the pieces of the broken jars, the stains on the floor and at the walls, he saw the various broken tools nearby. He then rushed into the tree house and saw the same mess as the lab. Gen saw this as a laughable way to make it look like they got scared and escaped.

He saw Tsukasa’s expressions, the hatred in his words… Tsukasa was scared. Very scared. He only knew of Tsukasa as a fearless man who would stare down other fighters bigger and stronger than he was, and took them down easily. For someone to induce such paranoia and fear in him…

He has to know. He has to know who this Senku person is.

He just has to!

After gathering what he can from the area, he went back to the Empire. He gave Tsukasa what he could deduce in the area, and said that he probably dashed at around southeast to where the Empire was.

Tsukasa in turn gave him more information that was more valuable than even he thought.

Gen was right it was southeast to where they were, Hakone (or it would have used to be considering the lack of any buildings). He was also told of a blond haired, blue eyed girl that seemed to have no knowledge of science and had a very primitive way of thinking,.He was shocked to hear that there is a possibility of a village of primitives in that area, and that Senku might have made contact with them if that was the case. So now he had a destination in mind.

Hakone. Around a two day walk from where they were now. Gen didn’t particularly like the idea of walking so far and so long, but his desire to meet this Senku was what pushed him further.

Before he left, he asked Yuzuriha for some extra materials and a cutting tool.

His journey was long and painful, especially since he didn’t wear any shoes. Along the way he picked up many nightshade flowers and stored them into various hidden sacks underneath his clothes. He even found many berries and even some small animals he could use to make fake blood bags for his own protection, just in case everything went downhill for him. He knew when to expect the worst. After all, he made a living from expecting the worst in people and exploiting it.

His journey took way longer than two days. He was exhausted, yes, but every step further was one step closer to meeting this Senku. He thought it was worth it.

From what he knew about the positions of his shadows, he had deduced it was around noon. He walked further and further through the forest, and that’s when he heard something, music. He heard music playing nearby, he walked closer to the source, and saw it, clear as day. A village, built on two small peninsulas connected by a bridge, and in front of it was…

Well to his surprise. It was a ramen stand.

Gen approached the stand closer then was quickly given a bowl of said ramen by a child wearing a melon mask over her head. He thought it was kind of cute.

He felt a pang of hunger as he took a whiff of the bowl on his hands. It was a crude version of ramen that he knew, but well, he supposed it was still ramen. So he took a bite.

Gen nearly gagged from the taste.

He remained very quiet despite the complete awfulness the dish had. He couldn’t even call this ramen. He heard this was foxtail millet ramen.

Once again he nearly gagged at the thought of foxtail. Foxtail, was what the noodles were made out of. He could feel the grainy texture and the bitter aftertaste of the ramen.

It was ositive-pay awful!

But he heard nothing but praises for this dish. Gen peered to see other people wearing similar clothes like the one the melon girl wore. It looked like they were almost inhaling the ramen. It was a complete consensus that it was the best thing they’ve ever had.

That’s one other thing that hits Gen.

He sighs and misses something way more than ramen right now.

One of them quickly asked for seconds and Gen sighed and realized with the stereotypical glutton man. He supposed that in any kind of era there’s always a glutton.

Then his attention quickly changed when he saw the man at the stand itself, putting the ramen together.

His hair stood out the most, literally. Even at the year 2019, he would have easily stood out. He wondered if it’s dyed or if he used any hair products. Almost every bit of his hair stood upwards defying gravity. To Gen he looked like a walking giant leek or bok choy. Then when he turned sideways, that’s when Gen finally saw his face. He looked sweaty and tired, but his face is full of eagerness and pride, that admittingly seemed contagious. The most noticeable features were the two jagged scars that lined and bent up from his forehead down to this eye line and just below the eyelid. The Mentalist instinctively touched his own scar.

He remembered the explanation Tsukasa gave him. That these scars are just a side effect of the depetrification process.

Gen remembered the day when he saw his reflection at the river and saw the scar running underneath his left eyelid, where it turned to shape his mouth then went straight down his chain and his neck. To him this was a reminder that he was petrified and awakened. Which meant, this man was…

“Are you the man who made this incredible food?” He heard a young girl approach the man with such eagerness and obvious intent of flirting, “the one called, Senku?”

Senku…

This green haired, prideful, obviously exhausted guy…

Is Senku?

Gen tried hard to cover his laughter. This was the man that Tsukasa, the strongest primate high school, was scared about? He looked physically weak. Everything about him was so lanky and skinny. It completed the giant walking vegetable set. Big green leaves and a nimble easily breakable stem.

He was….

‘This was the man who wrote that date on the tree isn’t it?’

He saw a familiar equation written on Senku’s outfit.

E=mc2

'Yeah… definitely the science nerd around here.’ Gen chuckled internally, 'Who the hell writes that on their own clothes?!’

When the girl asked Senku what kind of girls he liked Senku simply answered this:

“A kind that would pump a ton of oxygen into my furnace”

Gen groaned internally at that answer

'And he’s uninterested at romance. Like he’s some sort of a Shonen protagonist…’

The blond villager girl whom Gen deduced as quite strong, and possibly the girl that Tsukasa ran into before, even expressed her displeasure at that answer. He wonders if she had some feelings for this Senku person.

The Mentalist admits that Senku is quite handsome. It was a shame to him that he isn’t interested in romance. He would have loved to have gotten closer to him. But he supposed that he still has a job to do.

Well to everyone in the Empire of Might it was his job.

To Gen….

It was some assurance.

If this Senku is what he thought he was, that this Senku is the man that striked fear into Tsukasa’s heart.

This handsome, nerdy, passionate man…

Might be the counter he was looking for.

Better strike while the iron’s hot….

“Ah… this ramen is making me wickedly thirsty…” Gen admitted to himself, out loud for everyone else to hear. “A cola, would be great…”

And with that, Gen had Senku’s undivided attention.

The Mentalist then went to work, fully analyzing this Senku to his heart’s content.

Little that he knew what would happen later that within the past 3700+ years of his life, would change for the better.

'This is worth it…’

#Dr. Stone #Dr Stone #asagiri gen #shishio tsukasa #ishigami senku #fanfic #drst

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promisenolies · 5 years

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So... I never want to forget what BTS Chicago Night One was like... the pictures and video will help that I got.. but I wanted more. Something concrete...so I wrote this:

I have sincere doubts that I’ll ever be able to accurately describe what going to BTS’s Speak Yourself show in Chicago on May 11, 2019 meant to me. Part of being able to convey why it was such a life-altering experience for me would include y’all having an understanding as to why I love these guys so much, what their music, and general existence means to me. And that, is a task that is beyond my capabilities…but I’ll try.

I didn’t know what I was missing. I shrugged my daughter off when she’d try to tell me about them or get me to listen to their music. I didn’t understand why anyone would listen to music outside of their native language. How do you even enjoy it? But then…in July…I heard Fake Love on the radio while on my way to a Hanson String Theory show. Something about it called to me. I jumped in and started reading lyrics (as the message is always my number one concern—after having a good groove/sound) …and I fell in love. –Do you know how hard it is to find a great beat and fat bass WITHOUT sexually degrading lyrics? Damn near impossible until BTS for me. Instead of ‘bitches, hos, money, drugs, and pimping’ they’re singing about chasing dreams, rejecting status quo, finding home with those you love and who love you, about love, relationships, and connection. They sing a wide range—pop, pop/rock, rap, hip-hop…it keeps my many moods quite satisfied. Their music fully transcends language. You can just FEEL it, so deeply, so wholly, you don’t need to know every last word to get the message.

Then, I fell in love with THEM. I fell in love with their message of loving ourselves, speaking our truths, of not trying to meet anyone else’s expectations, to do what makes YOU happy. They are so engaged, humble, gracious, and kind. They’re funny and dorky. They’re reflective and intellectual. They’re driven and talented.

Yes, they’re a “boy band.” Yes, they dance and wear ‘costumes.’ But these boys also write and produce their own stuff (with others as well…but still—active participants!) and always sing live. They give 110% for a minimum of two hours-even to the point of getting sick/passing out/injuring themselves.

And the fan base!! Holy mother! Sure I feel a little isolated here in small town MN in my love for these boys (aside from my kid, my cousin’s kid, and a few friends of theirs) but the fan base is MASSIVE. And incredibly welcoming (for the most part). There’s drama of course—I mean, there are at least 20 million of us. But it’s pretty easy to stay out of and find people to connect with. It’s one thing to know there’s a network of us online… it’s a completely different thing to experience it.

Which, I guess, brings me to this past weekend. After a roughly 8 hour drive, we arrived in Chicago. Right away, the streets were sprinkled with ARMIES—BTS and BT21 gear proudly worn and displayed. A sense of belonging and home seeped in. And that’s not a new sensation for me, as I’ve felt that every time I went to Tulsa, or Back To The Island or any other Hanson event/show. It’s a beautiful feeling. We got checked in and decided to head to Soldier Field as the merch lines were already open and apparently essentially non-existent. The field area had a small number of ARMY milling about, nothing too crazy. We stopped and took a picture of a few BTS banners, then found the merch area. And yeah, after less than a half hour later we were at the front of the line, mostly certain of our merch choices. I pretty much wanted it all, but had to limit myself. We wandered a bit more, and that’s when it finally started to sink in…I was in the same city as seven men who had altered my emotional well being over the last 10-11 months, I would be seeing them LIVE in around 12 hours. I was quickly overwhelmed and started to cry. It feels somewhat embarrassing to say, and I don’t even fully understand what it was that overwhelmed me so much. The rest of the evening was pretty chill—grabbed some dinner and mentally tried to prepare ourselves for the next day.

The next day we went back down to Soldier field—equipped with layers and an umbrella because the weather was turning cold and rainy. When we arrived we knew we made the right call by going to get merch the afternoon before because the merch line was RIDICULOUS – we’re talking thousands of people in line. There were multiple merch locations—all with the same size lines! But we wanted to get pictures done at the BTS Studio – a very neat little booth where you get to “interact” with one of the guys via a sort of hologram like thing, but the pictures turn out so freaking legit I was dying to get one. ….however….BigHit/Mattel (I don’t know who made this call..but!) cut off the general line after we waited for two hours. There were at least a couple hundred more behind us waiting, as well as about a hundred in front of us, and there were five hours left before doors opened to the stadium so it literally made ZERO sense to cut the line. BTS SOLD OUT Soldier Field (roughly 70,000 seats) and they only allowed 250 general people into the studio (there were more QR holders—which tons of ARMY tried for an only a few got) … it was a disaster. I suppose I would have been less angry had it not been so ungodly COLD out. We certainly did not plan for 40 degree weather in MAY.

We decided to hop an Uber and go back to the hotel until showtime. After lunch we drove downtown to check out the BTS Pop-up Store situation, and then made a quick decision to avoid that line as it literally wrapped around an entire downtown Chicago city block – INSANE—but beautiful. So, back to the hotel. The weather was not clearing up, and I was starting to worry about the show—both for our comfort but also and more importantly the guys’ safety. Wet stages are slippery and these boys don’t hold back, the risk of injury was high. So, we joked and tweeted a bit about how Yoongi (Suga) needed to say out loud that he wanted the rain to stop and skies to clear because anything Yoongi says out loud tends to happen – saying he wanted BTS to win daesangs (Korean absolute top awards – they now have 15 from 2016 to 2018) saying he wanted to go to the Grammys (and they presented at this year’s Grammy Awards) saying he wanted Billboard top 200 (done) Billboard top 100 (done) A Billboard Music Award (done x4 – three top social artist and this years top group award). So we called on Yoongi to say he didn’t want the rain… and while the boys may have said it was the power of ARMY that cleared the skies I still say it was Yoongi.

When we got into the venue another rush of realization hit me when I saw how CLOSE to the stage we were. I may have missed out on the VIP tickets (thanks to the stupid ticketmaster app freezing on my phone) but level 100 was INCREDIBLE. Absolutely astounding really. We got our ARMY Bombs paired to our seats and then waited. They play music videos while we wait, and it was amusing to have fans scream for those as well – and indicative of how insane it was going to be once all the fans were in and seated because it was loud even with just around a few thousand inside. My brain still couldn’t quite comprehend that I was about to see BTS live, that I was as close as I was, and that it wasn’t a dream.

The thing about it is…once it started, I had no idea what to do. Do I watch the stage, do I watch the screen, do I not try to capture any video or pictures and just dance, sing, and scream? I tried to do all of those options, but I still feel like I missed so much. I feel like it all went so quickly.

They opened with DIONYSUS – from their new album Map of the Soul: Persona. A heavy hitting, party-anthem type song. A great opener to get the crowd hyped up (as if we needed the help) The pyrotechnics warmed it up a bit when they went off (holy shit we really were close!) The stage was amazing! Large silver leopards behind them, Greek pillars adorning the sides…totally fitting of Dionysus.

They transitioned straight into NOT TODAY—another heavy hitter for bass, power, and intense choreo. Theses guys BURST into their stage presence, taking no prisoners and leaving us all breathless and trembling. The sensation of hearing tens of thousands of other fans screaming with you, singing with you, and doing fan chants for the guys…well, that’s a feeling I’ve never felt before.

My first round of tears started when they did their introductions/welcome speeches. Let’s be honest, I’m Jimin biased through and through. He will always hold the biggest part of my heart out of the seven. And, honestly, I thought he was the most beautiful being I’d ever seen…but to see him in person…holy mother, there is no comparing it. He’s absolutely ethereal. An angel just walking among us. But each of their moments touched me, made me smile or laugh or just bask in the feel of love they send to us. And then…WINGS. I was so excited to know that they were performing Wings as it’s one of my favorite songs and I worried I’d never hear it live since it’s an older one. My teary-eyed state did not go away once they started it, even though it’s an upbeat song. There’s just something about BTS singing about facing fears and chasing dreams, having their wings spread and taking them to where they want to go…feeling that it was the work of ARMY helping them get there…but I know for a fact that ARMY also feel that BTS are our wings too—the way we feel encouraged and empowered to live authentically and without apology, to chase dreams and find our passions.

A small break and then we got J-Hope’s solo JUST DANCE Hobi is a great entertainer, clearly loves the stage and his passion for dance is legitimately felt through the entire stadium. After J-Hope we got an iconic performance of EUPHORIA by Jungkook. Kookie is stunning! Absolutely beautiful. He goes from adorable baby bunny to professional rockstar in half a second. His vocals are solid and his choreo locked down. But who thought up the crazy idea of hanging onto a giant hook-like-thing and just soaring over the crowd on a cable!? My mama bear heart struggled with that, fam. But he did great and seems to really enjoy it so we’ll let it pass.

BEST OF ME!! Ugh, another song I was DESPERATE to hear live and worried I never would. A stellar performance! The energy was still high with them and us, everyone singing along and dancing. So many of their songs are “one of my favorites” but this one definitely is. And I was GIDDY hearing it live. And yes, the answer call between Jimin and Jungkook was a highlight.

Clear the stage, play a quick video… and then… SERENDIPITY. This experience STILL feels like it didn’t happen. Jimin singing live… wow… just… I lack words to express Jimin and his performance. His choreography is always some of the most intricate and demanding and yet he does it flawlessly while maintaining his angelic vocals. He didn’t get the title main dancer by chance. The level of professionalism is incredible. You can tell he feels so loved by ARMY, his smile is so genuine and gracious as he’s absorbing all our cheering and screaming…and yeah, maybe a little bit of sobbing. He’s a soft, sweet person and an absolute powerhouse on stage—even with a ballad such as Serendipity.

And then RM brings us back up in energy with his solo LOVE. They’re all great performers, and RM is no exception. It’s hard to capture a good picture of him because he’s constantly moving on the stage, making rounds to every corner. Another beautiful moment to be chanting “salam salam salam (person person person) and salang salang salang (love love love)” with tens of thousands of fans… it’s quite overwhelming.

BOY WITH LUV is like a blur for me. They all looked AMAZING. I loved the mix of pink and blue clothing. I probably missed a ton of moments through that song because my brain short circuited, I tried to get some pictures but the movement is so constant that not many of them turned out. Strong vocals, a ton of fun together, an all around great performance.

From the newest to some old school – DOPE followed Boy With Luv. I love the energy and power in Dope. I also loved the cute little moment I got on video between Jimin and Jungkook. Dope blended into BAEPSAE and FIRE … this medley is INSANE. I LOVE watching the guys freestyle their dancing and then effortlessly joining formation and nailing the song’s choreography. It’s stupidly impressive. JHope jumped out and attacked us all with some power dancing and then the dreaded/desired hip thrusting.

I got absolutely zero pictures or video from IDOL because I was so enraptured by them on stage. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. It was pretty neat as Idol faded out, they went back to the top of the stage then went full in to the Idol choreography again. Like a second dance break when it appeared the song was over. Another small break and then Tae (V) comes out in pajamas on a freaking bed. The crowd lost their minds. It was a stunning performance of SINGULARITY, and I’m really hoping I can find video of the small dance break he has in it where he flung off the jacket. Sometimes Tae fades a little into the background but this performance wasn’t one of those times.

After Singularity we got a seamless transition into FAKE LOVE—another song I have zero pics or video from because the whole thing was an experience. Seriously. Damn. From the strong, solid vocals to the hard hitting, precise choreo, to the passionate fan chants…Fake Love was perfection. …And do I really need to mention Jungkook’s abs? Oofta. I was utterly enraptured by this performance. Also, since Fake Love was the comeback I came into the fandom during, it holds a unique place in my heart.

I don’t remember Fake Love ending, but I do remember the next song starting. SEESAW. Shit. Again, I shall remind you that Jimin is by bias—always has been always will be. But I’d be a bold-faced LIAR if I tried to say that Yoongi isn’t the most amazing performer I’ve ever seen. They are all phenomenal. But Yoongi has something extra. Something you don’t expect from him. He often flies a little under the radar, not often the highlight of red-carpet appearances or interviews, fairly soft-spoken. But when he hits the stage—watch out! Min Yoongi was BORN to be on stage. Even with a softer song, and less intense choreography Suga owns it. He commands all attention. He’s claimed in the past that he can’t “sing”, since he’s a rapper, but Seesaw (and First Love—his solo from Wings) prove otherwise. Gorgeous. I was speechless, and a bit teary watching him.

And if I wasn’t already an emotional mess by then, Jin gets the stage to perform EPIPHANY. Oh my heart!! This was a song that when I first heard it, my heart and soul KNEW it was intense and it touched me instantly. And then, when I listened again with subs/lyrics I had a little bit of an emotional breakdown. Epiphany live was like the first time all over again. And to be surrounded by tens of thousands of other fans singing “I’m the one I should love…” Well, cue me crying. A message of needing to love yourself before being able to find love with anyone else…well that’s a message we all need to take to heart. A stellar performance. An emotional experience.

But then! Then you know what they did!? When we’re already emotional hot messes? They go into THE TRUTH UNTOLD. Whhyyyy!? Why would you do that to us!? The Truth Untold is a transcendent song, no way around it. A song about feelings of inadequacy, of being rejected if people knew who we really were, hiding behind masks because we’re so afraid… God, just rip out my heart. And our dear vocal line (Jimin, Jungkook, Jin, and Tae) were so lovely and beautiful and somber. The song has no choreo, no fancy stages… just four guys singing their absolute hearts out.

Cue the rap line (Suga, RM, and JHope) coming to pull us from our emotional state with OUTRO: TEAR. Oh lord, as it started there was a woman the row behind us who asked her friend, “what song is this?” and her friend was so offended! She screamed, “Tear, bitch!” It was slightly hilarious. All three rappers dominate the stage, and having never been to a live rap show before, I gotta say the ability to maintain the flow at the speed they do is impressive. TEAR flowed into MIC DROP and ooooooh how I lost my mind! MIC DROP was the song that really got me to jump into the BTS scene head first. It’s always been a favorite, will always be a favorite. I tried to get video, but I couldn’t stop dancing so it’s pretty bad video. (also, no one wants to hear my horrible voice fan chanting and singing along) The choreography to MIC DROP kills me. The choreo (and the song itself) just screams “we’re badass and we have no apologies” so get on board or get the hell out.

A small pause so that they could set up the guys’ giant Anpanman bounce house! ANPANMAN has always been a fun song and a great live performance, but it hit a new level when you get to watch the guys play on a giant bounce house. It’s easy to forget how young they all are and how much of their youth they kind of missed out on as they chased this dream. I mean, Jungkookie is only 21 now, was 15 when they debuted. Jin, the oldest is only 26 and was 20 at debut. They lost a lot of freedom and playful years as they trained for debut. It’s freaking adorable to watch them play on stage. Even cuter when Yoongi goes from savage rapper in MIC DROP to soft and playful on the inflatable. Jungkook chased Jimin to the top, did a little dance and then they slid down (JK after Jimin though I think he had wanted to go down together)

Anpanman transitions into SO WHAT which is truly a sight to see. No set choreo, just the guys dancing along every last inch of the stage to spread their love to everyone in the stadium. Playful moments, a lot of laughter. It’s BTS being authentically them. And I love it.

We all got a bit emotional during the closing speeches. Jin being classic Jin and screaming AARRRMMMYYYY at us, “today is so cold, you know…thank you for coming out today even though it’s cold and rainy, I’d like to hug you with my warm heart” (and he hugs JK) “I actually really hate being cold, I was so happy though because I was with you, Army. I LOVE YOU ARMY!!” Jimin showing us how floored he was by our presence, soaking in our cheers—eyes wide and smile bright. “I’m so so happy today. But! I hope you guys don’t catch a cold.” He then essentially points a finger at us, daring our immune systems to go against his wishes. (the screams overtake the next part of his speech so I’m not positive as to what he said) Jimin always finishes with “I love you” and lots of hearts. Jungkook and his adorable bunny smile, acted shy when it was his turn. He starts with “…It’s been awhile. I know it’s was rainy and cold, rainy and chilly…but you warmed my heart. I hope you also felt warm energy from us. One more thing, please, don’t catch a cold. Alright? See you all again!” Suga – commanding the stage once again. “Chicago make some noise! I heard it’s actually really cold in Chicago but I didn’t know it was going to be this cold. But because of you Army, you guys melted this place. Chicago make some noise! Today’s going to be such an unforgettable day. Thank you so much for coming out today, see you tomorrow!” JHope: “My lovely Chicago!! Did we have fun today? Since it was raining hard, and cold, I was worried for you all. However, as I was watching all of you, having fun, with your smiles on your face, my worries disappeared and I gained my power back. Army, you guys are my hope, you’re my hope, thank you so much Army Chicago, see you tomorrow.” Tae: “How you feeling Chicago? Make some noise. A few days ago I had a dream about chasing some stars and this scenery was exactly my dream. I really wanted to chase and make sure to grab a star. I want to keep this scenery forever (Tae fooled me and I thought his speech was over so my video stopped)…ssshhhh…we will come again next year!” RM: (gets bundled up by Tae, fans chant KIM NAMJOON) “My parents are gonna love this.” (in response to the chanting) “Guys, welcome to the first BTS winter concert. You might catch a cold, it’s freezing but whatever, it’s special right!? It’s fresh. It’s Chicago. Is the weather a serious problem for us? So right before we get onto the stage, like during the sound check, um while we were coming to the stage it was raining a lot and like these friends and every staff were so worried that it was raining and maybe we might do the little dance not very good, so we were worried, but I told them ‘don’t worry Chicago army is going to stop the rain.’ And you guys did! Seriously you guys gave us a miracle and I love this special weather in Chicago. So when the snow comes in Korea I’ll definitely think of Chicago. …”

And then they came right for my heart and soul performing MAKE IT RIGHT and MIKROKOSMOS. Two of my absolute favorite songs off the new album. Sweet, personal, emotional. And the realization that this euphoric experience was coming to an end and I started to lose my composure during MIKROKOSMOS. “Shine, dream, smile” …always for you boys, always for you.

It was around this time that Jimin stood at the corner of the stage facing my section and started to blow kisses. And I teared up because somehow, in a crowd of thousands of people the way Jimin sends his love into the crowd every last one of us feels like the ONLY one of us at that moment in time. You just FEEL the pure love emanating from him...and it’s a feeling unlike any other. A feeling I’ll never forget.

I still don’t think, almost 4000 words later, that I’ve even scrapped the surface of how incredible that night was for me. How touched I was not just by the band, but by being surrounded by thousands upon thousands of people of all ages, races, nationalities, sexual orientations, classes, genders who love them just as much as I do. BTS is so much more than seven beautiful men who dance well. BTS is connection and love. BTS is inspiration and encouragement. BTS isn’t a phase, they’re making an impact far beyond what anyone imagined. Music with a message? It’s been far too long since we’ve had that. BTS is like a long drink of fresh water after being stranded in a desert.

BTS – Seven lights in an otherwise dreary and sad world, reminding us to find our own lights and share it with the world.

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Generation 3 - Chapter 1: The Girl Whose Eyes Were Cold As Ice

Andrew was growing up fast. His grandfather’s dedication was starting to show: he was very disciplined, almost military, and Calvin took a great pride in this. He was only five and half, and it worried Adora. Calvin was making a “manly man” out of him, and when he would be old enough to have opinions, he might complicate her plans for the future.

They celebrated Andrew’s sixth birthday in small committee - only the resident of the house were there. Calvin insisted on helping his grandson blowing his candles.

Thanks to Calvin’s education, Andrew became perfectionist.

Now that he was finally a kid, Andrew expected Lily would start playing with him. He couldn’t be more wrong. Anytime he would get close to her, she would look at him with her cold blue eyes and say something sarcastic that meant he was not welcome. They still shared the nursery, and since Lily was often grounded because she had pulled a mean prank, ran away, or talked back to Miss Bone, she spent most of her time between these four walls. Andrew felt so uncomfortable near her that the only moment he would go in the nursery was when it was time to sleep, and he would go to bed as quickly as he could so he didn’t have to interact with Lily. The night, she dreamt of offenses she would make and the ways she would make her enemies pay, when Andrew dreamt of greatness and prosperity.

Andrew knew that Lily was a misfit. She was definitely making him uncomfortable, but one night, a few weeks before Lily aged up into a teenager, she started to freak him out. Usually, Andrew always felt asleep before Lily. But that night, sleep eluded him, and after an hour of silence he started to hear Lily whispering. He couldn’t hear what she said though, but her voice was definitely making soft, rusting sounds that sounded like words, and it went on and on for hours - until Mrs. Bone went to wake them up as always. Andrew was exhausted, and Lily should have been too - after all he had heard her whispering all night long, but she looked weirdly rested, and she even was more energetic than she usually was. That went on for a week, and Andrew felt like he was going crazy. Days after days, he looked more tired than ever, and Lily was blossoming. A thought entered his head, but it was stupid and he immediately draw it aside: it was like she had been feeding of his tiredness. Seven days after the whispers had started, Andrew was getting used to it, and he was so tired he could have slept if Lily had been screaming. But as he started to fall asleep, a voice woke him up. It was not Lily’s, though it was meddling with her murmurs. It was deeper, it was raucous, it sounded... dangerous.

Terrified, he hid under his blankets and closed his eyes so much his muscles hurt as the voices kept reverberating in the nursery.

“It’s nothing. I’m hallucinating. I’m so tired, I’m just hallucinating. It’s just a dream.”

Hush now, said someone.

“What?”

Hush now, sleepyhead.

Andrew opened his eyes. He was still in his room, but the lights were on. He couldn’t hear Lily and the awful voice anymore.

He jumped off his bed and immediately stopped moving. Two translucent beings were floating on the middle of the room. He recognized both of them, for he had seen their portraits in the house. They were his dead grandparents.

“You’re ghosts.”

He curiously felt very relaxed, as if there was something protective about them. He knew in his heart they would never hurt him, and he felt safe.

We made It go away. You’re safe now. You should sleep. Lack of sleep makes you weaker and unable to resist It.

“What was “It”? What are you talking about? Am I dreaming?”

The dawn is breaking. We should go. Goodbye, Andrew.

“No! Wait!! Please, tell me!”

Andrew woke up screaming.

“Shut up, lunkhead!

- Language, Miss Lily! Mr. Andrew, are you alright?

- I... I...”

Mrs. Bone climbed onto his bed and wiped his sweating forehead with her handkerchief.

“It was just a nightmare, Mr. Andrew. See? You’re home now.”

There were no further weird events, and Andrew had no trouble to sleep after that. Since Lily had no friends and I completely forgot her birthday, she aged up on her own in front of Jaime, the gardener.

Now that she was a teenager, Lily felt stronger, as if she was not constrained anymore by her childish body. She could live to her full potential at last. She felt confident, as if the devouring anger that inhabited her since she was a child was fading away, and turning into something else. Something colder. Something powerful.

Lily had found a book about history of art in the library, and had taken a strong interest on statues. The swamp was full of clay and mud, and she started to sculpt little icons. She was quite good at it - one could even say she was a savy sculptor... Her sculptures were odd, sometimes even scary, but everyone would tell her that she was good at it. If she kept sculpting until she was good enough, Lily thought, she could even start to replicate statues and sell them as authentic models... That way she could make a nice pile of money.

Adora was a little pissed off to see her second daughter become an artist. She still couldn’t stand art! She already suffered enough from all the paintings Calvin had bought and put everywhere in the house, she didn’t want to see her own flesh contributing to the mascarade that was so-called “art”... But in the other hand, Lily was finally getting interested in something that didn’t involve scaring her nephew or committing mischiefs. Maybe it was for the best...

When Adora aged up, she knew it was time for her to announce who would be her heiress.

“Girls, I gathered you today because as you know, I won’t live forever. My mother started this legacy and she named me her heiress. I have make this land prosper, and now it’s my turn to pass it on to one of you. After me, the one I choose must pass it on to her own daughter, and the legacy must go on. Being a heiress comes with responsibility and restrictions. She should never sell this house or move somewhere else. It is a chance as much as it is a burden. The other one should not be disappointed: not being a heiress also means she will remain free and unattached to this land.”

“That’s why I’ve chosen you, Jillian. You’re already a mother, though you still need to give birth to a girl, and you love this family. I know I’ve not always been supportive of you musician skills, but I truly think you have talent and you would make our family proud. I think you are the best choice. I know about your desire to travel. I’m not asking you to abandon your dreams, but I want you to know that you will not be able to live in Rome or Paris the way you dreamt off.”

“I understand. Thank you for your trust. Don’t worry, I still need to make a name for myself here, in England, before I even think of singing abroad.”

Both Adora and Jillian had noticed the silence from Lily.

“As for you, Lily, I want you to know that my choice does not in any way mean that I love you less than your sister. I love the both of you. I want you to be fulfilled, and I don’t think this land is what you need for that purpose. You will be free to travel if you want, marry if you want, have children if you want.”

“I want you to know that there will always be a place in this family house for you.”

Lily remained silent, but she didn’t seemed pleased. The silence from Lily took over the room for a few good awkward seconds, before she smiled and said:

“It’s all good with me.”

Adora waited for Lily to leave the room, wondering. Lily’s mouth might have been smiling, but her blue eyes were colder than ever.

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katecarteir · 6 years

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updated masterlist (03/25/19)

Reddie Library Works

Completed Works:

say it right (Eddie x Richie) Eddie and Richie work together in book cafe, and Richie is determined to turn Eddie into a coffee drinker by making him the perfect drink. And if Eddie happens to fall in love with him in the process, well then that’s just an added bonus. (completed: october twenty-seventh.)

when tomorrows comes (i’ll be on my own) (Eddie x Richie) Richie pushed himself up on his elbows and smirked. “You know, Eddie my love, we suddenly have great potential right here. Don’t you remember what it was like? Back in Derry… all the sneaking around, the thrill of getting caught all the time? What an adrenaline rush!” (or: fake break up AU) (completed: january first.)

blood in the water (Eddie x Richie, Bill x Audra) if you were to ask Richie, maybe it wasn’t all that bad these people were dying. Some people deserved nothing more than a gruesome end. (or a murder mystery/gang AU.) (completed: february tenth.)

Works in Progress:

the gay table (Eddie x Richie x Stan, feat Mike x Bill): my group chat fic. (updated: february twenty eighth.)

in just four minutes: (Eddie x Richie)Eddie Kaspbrak hadn’t planned on being an absolute cliche the fell in love with his college dorm mate, but ain’t that just the way. To add insult to injury, said room mate has a girlfriend … doesn’t he? (updated: march fifth.)

status pending: (Eddie x Richie) Richie makes a joke. Eddie responds outside the realm of expectation and now not one person has any fucking idea what’s going on at all (updated: february twenty-eighth)

l.a devotee: (Eddie x Richie)child actor Richie Tozier was raised in The Industry, he knows how to play the game. He knows exactly how to keep his head down, and make his way through the famous life without attracting any extra drama. Until his management branch takes an up incoming band under their wing, and enlist Richie to publicly date the lead singer, and that all falls to shit (updated: march tenth.)

semi charmed life 'verse:

ask me to stay (the reddie getting-together story) the year is 1994, and Eddie Kaspbrak is in love. (updated: march 22nd)

semi charmed life (adult!losers reunion fic) “If it’s eating you up this badly, I can promise he’s moved on. You’re going to go in there, and you’re talk to him, and you’re going find out all the amazing things he’s done since this stupid betrayal that probably means nothing now. And you’ll tell him yours, and he’ll be happy for you and if he’s not- then fuck him.” (updated: march thriteenth)

connection verse:

does it almost feel (like you’ve been here before) (Richie x Eddie.) two miserable people at a wedding prompt, featuring smut and angst.

if i ever lied (you’d be the truth) (Richie x Eddie) Seven months ago Richie had walked out of his hotel in Portland and hitched the first plane that was flying back to California.

you told me that you’d wait forever (Richie x Eddie) “I loved you back,” Eddie said in a sudden rush. “In high school, I loved you. I really did. But I young and stupid and in the fucking closet… when you, when we… I freaked out. And I’m sorry.”

bed posts verse:

look what i found (no need for searching) (Bev x Richie)

my heart beats out time. (Ben x Richie)

giving up on giving up slowly (Bill x Richie)

run-aways verse:

oh you can’t fence time and you can’t stop love. (Richie x Eddie) Derry, Maine, had never been the most accepting of places to live. In its defence, nobody had ever claimed that it was. It was a hard, rough place to live if you were different in even the smallest way. [part one of runaways verse]

baby we can make it if we’re heart to heart. (Richie x Eddie) The first time Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier ever talked about running away together, they were six years old and i hadn’t seem serious. [part two of the runaways verse]

stand alone fics:

richie tozier’s all dead rock show (Eddie x Richie) After a near-death experience, Richie Tozier suddenly finds himself with a sparkling, unaffected memory of Derry, the things that happened there and people he once loved

One-shots

I want to know what love is (i know you can show me). (Eddie x Richie) you fall in love in stages, these little moments: the moment you think you might love them, the moment you think you know you love them, the moment you know you love them but you’re not ready to say it yet and the moment you know you love them and you can’t keep it to yourself anymore. [part one of ways i love you verse]

some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this. (Eddie x Richie) Eddie giggled, cheeks heating up. “Hey, you can’t control your moments, Trashmouth. I think all of mine were stupid shit of you being an absolute idiot.” [part two of ways i love you verse]

and i know that you will catch me before i hit the ground. (Richie & Everyone, Eddie x Richie) wentworth and maggie tozier love the fuck out of their son and are good parents, y’all are just mean

did you loose what won’t return? (did you love but never learn?) (Stan x Richie, major character death) “i told you bill, i don’t want to die.” // “i don’t know what’s happening. i don’t want to go.”

this is where i scream from (Mike & Dustin) Mike was always there to hold an open ear for his friends if they needed to talk something out. But Mike never went to them with this particularly dream, because how could you explain to your friends that the experience that haunted you the most wasn’t even related to the Upside Down.

Prompts: Reddie

Prompts: Non-Reddie

IT Rarepair Appreciation Works

#reddie #reddie fic #my writing #ashley's masterlist

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 6 years

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Bodyguard II: Familial Ties (Part II - Chapter 2) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

Note: Listen to this when it gets to the karaoke bit. x

The ride back did not do much to help calm you down. In fact, spending four hours on a restrictively-spaced quinjet by yourself only fuelled your rage. So much so that by the time you stepped foot back on S.H.I.E.L.D property, you were practically a walking-talking pillar of metaphorical fire.

You strutted down the glass-windowed corridors dangerously, veins pulsing and glowing blue because your temper was only worsening with each second that passed. You were trapped in your own world, too lost in thoughts over how you wanted to rip Jacob Ross’ heart out to notice anyone around you, and hell-bent on getting to the training centre so that you could obliterate an army of training dummies.

“(Y/N)!”

You ignored the call of your name not because you wanted to, but because you didn’t hear it.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

Your body was jerked to a stop by a firm hand grabbing your arm and pulling you back a little. When you turned to snap at the person, you were met with the confused face of Spencer.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you,” he said.

“Well, you found me,” you pulled your arm back and shrugged, “What?”

Frowning a tad at your standoffish attitude, the other agent began explaining himself. “I caught a mission out in Italy. Naples. I was wanting to know if you wanted to join.”

As he spoke, his eyes caught sight of the blue glow under your skin and he frowned harder as he looked down at where your veins were protruding in your arms.

“Buuuuut now I see that that’s probably not the best idea,” he backtracked, reaching for your hand so that he could inspect your arm further; you yanked it back.

“No, actually, it’s a great idea,” you countered, “When do we fly out?”

Still unsure, given your current state, Spencer shook his head and opened his mouth with the intent of arguing that you should stay, but you silenced him with one deadly look.

Sighing in defeat, he relented. “7pm. That’s in an hour. You better suit up.”

✧ ✧ ✧

Naples, Italy.

“Shit,” you cursed, ducking behind a crumbling stone wall just before a flurry of bullets came whizzing through the air, embedding themselves in what was left of a marble statue a few feet away from you.

Taking a breather, you looked down at your hands and clenched your fists, trying to channel as much of your anger as you could. You were still inexplicably filled with fury from your encounter with Jacob Ross half a day prior and admittedly, that was the main reason you came on this mission – to get rid of it.

So far you’d taken down a fairly large percentage of the enemies, but you weren’t satisfied. The meeting with Jacob was merely a catalyst to kick start your rage, and it opened the floodgates to allow all of the emotions from the last year to come crashing through in one massive wave, drowning your logic and common sense as it did so.

You were acting like a woman possessed – taking risks without thinking of the consequences and doing things you normally wouldn’t have – all to the distress of Spencer.

This mission had become less of a work-related thing for him and his priority had shifted from taking out the bad guys to making sure that you didn’t get yourself killed.

Like right now, for instance. He was in the middle of combat with a respectably large henchman, but when out of his peripheral vision he saw you stand up and move right into the line of fire, he started panicking.

“(Y/N)!” he called out desperately, trying to get you to think clearly.

You paid no attention to him and simply proceeded with your plan. Raising both hands in front of you, you mumbled something under your breath that caused your eyes and veins to glow a bright blue and your hair to shift to a startling platinum colour, as the ocean tide began rising at the edge of the city.

Lifting your hands slowly, you began moving the water, urging the waves up to the sky. Once they were high enough for your liking, you brought your hands down in one swift motion, summoning the water forward to wash over the army that had been shooting at you; in one last show of anger, you willed the water to solidify and turn to ice.

But, your anger had influenced the strength of your powers much more than you’d anticipated, and not only did the waves wash over your enemies – it was continuing to wash over the rest of the city, too.

With a gasp, you hurriedly extended your hands to stop the phenomenon, creating a sort of force field, so that the water couldn’t extend any further, and forced it to retreat back into the ocean.

The damage had already been done, though.

The entire coastline of the city was entombed in ice.

✧ ✧ ✧

S.H.I.E.L.D HQ. Washington, D.C.

Huddled up on the couch in The Director’s office, you pulled your knees closer to your chest and rested your chin atop them. You gazed out of the glass wall/window at the city outside, observing everything yet nothing at all.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even hear your godfather enter the room, and only noticed his presence when he was close enough that you could spot his reflection in the glass.

“How bad is it?” you questioned, voice barely louder than a murmur.

“Manageable,” he answered, stepping around the couch, “Fortunately, the battle forced all of the civilians away from the coastline and into the safety of the middle of the city, so they’re unharmed.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding, a warm wave of relief sweeping over you at the confirmation that you hadn’t killed anyone.

“Same can’t be said for their homes, however,” he continued, causing you to close your eyes as the relief was replaced with guilt, “Still. Could’ve been worse. We got lucky.”

With a scoff and shake of your head, you let your legs drop off of the sofa. “You mean I got lucky. This was me, all me. All of it is on me.”

“(Y/N),” Fury spoke firmly, reaching out to turn your face so that you were looking at him, “You are a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and you were there under S.H.I.E.L.D orders. Our agents are our liability and if they screw up, it’s as much our fault as it is theirs.”

“Oh please, uncle Nick,” you laughed bitterly, “You and I both know that the only reason I’m not getting suspended right now is because I’m your freaking goddaughter.”

Fury inhaled and pulled his jaw taut. “You’re right – you’re my freaking goddaughter. And it’s my responsibility to make sure that you’re okay. What happened in Italy… that was more than just an accident. It was a cry for help. And honestly, it is largely my fault, ‘cause I shoulda known. I shoulda known that throwing you into mission after mission wasn’t good for you. I shoulda known that you’re still hurting. That you’re still angry over…” he trailed off.

Your head snapped to the right to look at Fury with a challenging expression. “Over Brendon’s death?” you finished for him, voice void of all emotion. “It’s alright,” you gave a small shrug, “You can say it. There’s no need to walk on eggshells around me.”

“Clearly there is,” he countered with a challenging face of his own, “(Y/N), you’re spiralling and – believe me, sweetie – that’s not something that you wanna do. So I think it’s best if you just…” he sighed and arched his brows as he rubbed his hand over the bottom half of his face, “take a break from being an agent for a little bit, alright?”

You wanted to argue, to yell at him that it wasn’t necessary for you to go on a super-hiatus, but you knew that you couldn’t. Because he was right. You were spiralling. And if you didn’t set yourself straight, there was no telling what you would do next.

So, you nodded in agreement and let him envelope you in an embrace, as both of you pretended that he couldn’t feel the torrent of tears cascading down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry.”

Closing your eyes, you carefully placed your tablet onto the tabletop and turned to look at your company with a huff.

“That’s literally the fifteenth time you’ve apologised, Aaron, and for the fifteenth time – stop saying you’re sorry; it wasn’t your fault!”

Knitting his brows together, the doctor shook his head and hurried across the room so that he was right in front of you.

“It is! If I hadn’t taken you with me to Alcatraz then you wouldn’t have seen my father and he would’ve had made you angry and-“

Holding up a hand to silence his rambling, you uncrossed your legs and leaned forward in your seat. “Hey, you didn’t force me into going, alright? I made the decision to go with you. So, this really is all my fault.”

“Yes but-“

“Stop.”

Realizing that he was fighting a losing battle, the doctor relented. With a drop of his shoulders, he shut his mouth and shuffled back to his seat at the other side of the room as both of you went back to messing around on your tablets.

At least, you did.

Aaron took to doing something much more interesting – watching you. He studied your body language and all of your subtle movements; it didn’t take a degree in psychology to come to the conclusion that you weren’t in the greatest of mental states.

After drawing in a sharp breath, he took the chance of speaking again.

“Love?”

You continued scrolling through the electronic pages as you answered. “Yes, Aaron?”

“When was the last time you had a fun night out?”

“Mm,” you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes before turning to look at him, “does that time I turned a guy into an ice sculpture count?”

Aaron chuckled softly and skewed his mouth to the side. “Sadly not.”

“Well then we’re talking a solid six, seven months. Why?” you cocked your head to the side. “What do you have in mind?”

✧ ✧ ✧

That night. A karaoke bar.

“Karaoke?” you sighed in disbelief as Aaron led you into the crowded bar. “Really? This is your idea of a fun night out?”

Aaron nodded as he spun around and started walking backwards, eyes darting all around the room as he threw his hands out sideways.

“Pub food, great drinks, tons of music…” he rattled off with a wide grin before cocking one brow and smirking at you, “What could be better than this?”

“Literally anything else.”

The doctor’s happy attitude faltered and he looked at you pleadingly. “This isn’t going to work if you’re going to act like a buzzkill.”

With a heavy sigh and a monumental eye-roll, you reluctantly shuffled forward – for Aaron’s sake. It was evident that he was trying hard to get you to snap out of your depressive state, and you didn’t have the heart to shut him down.

And who knows? Maybe you’d actually enjoy the night.

When you starting moving towards him, Aaron perked up immediately and took you by the hand, leading you to a table at the back of the bar, just in front of the stage. He was his usual chivalrous self, pulling out the chair for you and offering to get you a drink. You thanked him and asked for your drink of choice.

With your counterpart occupied with the task of getting your drinks, you took the time to study the little hotspot. It wasn’t too big, and it had an old-school rock ‘n roll feel to it. Framed posters of legendary artists such as Queen, Bon Jovi, Michael Jackson and lots of others adorned all four walls, and complimented the vintage furniture perfectly.

You smiled to yourself as you continued surveying the room; even though Aaron had been way off in thinking that you liked karaoke, you had to admit that his choice of bars fit your personal aesthetic perfectly.

“Here you go, love,” Aaron smiled, setting your drink down in front of you before taking a seat across from you.

“Thanks.” You took a sip, then folded your forearms on the tabletop and leaned forward. “So do you wanna explain why you brought me here?”

Aaron smiled sheepishly and took a couple sips from his glass of Jameson before answering. “You’ve had an incredibly rough time these last two years, and it’s just now starting to take its toll. You’re hurting and well…Music always makes things better.”

You arched your brows teasingly. “Yeah, not when said music is being butchered by drunk strangers up on stage,” you sniggered.

“Actually, the patrons that come here just so happen to be quite talented,” he chimed, cocking his head at the crowded tables surrounding you two.

“Oh?” you questioned in surprise. “You come here often, then?”

He scrunched his face up and shook his head, waving one hand dismissively. “Once or twice.”

A group of employees strolled past, then, all extending lively greetings to your partner, with some even slapping his shoulder affectionately. You bit your lip as you watched them walk away, then you turned to Aaron with a condescending smile.

He sighed in defeat and slumped forward. “Alright, it might have been more than twice. But tonight isn’t about me…”

You laughed.

“…it’s about you. It’s about getting you to smile and be happy – genuinely happy – for at least a few moments.”

With your heart thumping against your ribcage and a lump forming in your throat because of how wonderful the man sitting in front of you was, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze in a show of your gratefulness.

“I think we’ve made some progress already.”

Many drinks later.

“Woo!” you and Aaron clapped and cheered loudly as the woman who’d just sung a stunning rendition of Queen’s ‘Somebody To Love’ took a bow and blew a kiss to the crowd before walking offstage.

“She was amazing!” you beamed in awe, looking at Aaron, who nodded eagerly.

“She was. See? I told you that these people are talented. Hey,” he tapped the back of his hand against your arm a few times and raised his glass, “A toast to you – you’ve been through so much shit recently; you’ve lost and you’ve pained enough to last a lifetime and yet… you’re still standing. Strong, brave, and as beautiful as ever.”

Apparently, some of the customers and employees had been listening in on the doctor’s little speech, and they showed their support in a chorus of ‘Hear, hear!’s. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you averted your gaze and chewed on your lip delicately.

“To you, love,” Aaron said softly, holding out his glass for you to clink your own against, which you did.

The two of you took gulps from your drinks as the DJ approached you, stopping next to Aaron and whispering something in his ear. The doctor nodded and gave a slight smile, and the DJ patted him on the back before returning to his station, speaking into his mic seconds later.

“We’ve had an absolutely spectacular night tonight, ladies and gents,” he said loudly, in that animated voice that DJs and radio presenters use, “And you know how we do things here – save the best for last, right? So without further ado, the last performer of the night and a man that needs no other introduction – Doctor Aaron Ross, everybody!”

If you weren’t frozen in shock from the mention of his name, you were certain that the raucous applause that followed it would’ve startled you enormously.

With a smirk and a wink in your direction, the doctor stood up from his seat and crossed over to the stage, taking the mic from the outstretched hand of one of the cheering employees.

“This is for you, (Y/N),” he said into the mic as he settled himself on the stage, garnering another loud round of applause. He counted down from three, and the opening notes to Elton John’s ‘I’m Still Standing’ sounded through the air.

You watched, utterly dumbfounded, as the doctor began moving across the stage with such excellent stage presence that you almost didn’t recognise him.

“You could never know what it’s like

Your blood like winter freezes just like ice

And there’s a cold lonely light that shines from you

You’ll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

And did you think this fool could never win

Well look at me, I’m coming back again

I got a taste of love in a simple way

And if you need to know while I’m still standing you just fade away,” he sang, dancing around the stage as the entire bar clapped along.

Then, just as the chorus started, he hopped down from the platform and slinked in between the mass of bodies in the crowd, singing a little to random people before navigating back to you, circling the table at which you were seated.

“Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did

Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid

And I’m still standing after all this time

I’m picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah,” he serenaded you, getting you to smile without even thinking about it as he did so.

You had not at all been expecting this but now that it was happening… my god, it was amazing. During the small break between the chorus and the second verse, he took your hand and planted a kiss on it before bending down and using your hand to twirl him around – an action that you couldn’t help but laugh at.

“Once I never could hope to win

You starting down the road and leaving me again

The threats you made were meant to cut me down

And if our love was just a circus you’d be a clown by now,” he continued and as the chorus began again, he leapt up onto your table and sang his heart out.

“And don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did

Looking like a true survivor, I’m feeling like a little kid

And I’m still standing after all this time

I’m picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Come on,” he urged; a guitar solo sounded on the track and you yelped as Aaron pulled you up out of your seat and began dancing you around the room – spinning, dipping and twirling you as you went along.

You were laughing giddily as you let him move you, feeling totally carefree and focusing on nothing else but what was happening in the moment.

When time came for him to start singing again, he went to pick up the mic from where he’d placed it on the table, but still kept you close to him.

“And don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did

Looking like a true survivor, I’m feeling like a little kid

And I’m still standing after all this time

I’m picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

The song ended and the entire bar – but especially you – erupted in a huge, ear-shattering round of applause. With a smile and a short laugh, Aaron held up a hand and bowed his head a little to say thank you, not loosening his grip on your waist and quite frankly, in that moment, you didn’t want him to.

He finally focused his gaze on you and only you, and gave a smile that made your heart do all kinds of funny things.

“I- you’re-“ you stuttered with wide eyes, at a complete loss of words, “wow.”

He thinned his lips in amusement and raised one brow in question. “I’m wow?”

“You’re wow,” you nodded eagerly.

With a gloriously beautiful laugh, he reached over to grab both of your coats and slung yours over your shoulder.

“Come on, love.” He put his hand on the small of your back and gently guided you to the door, leaning close so that you could hear him over the noise as you treaded through the crowd. “Before Fury sends out a search party.”

He opened the door and allowed you to walk through into the chilly night air before exiting himself. As soon as you fell into stride alongside each other, you linked your arm in his and shuffled closer to him.

“So I know that I gave you shit at the beginning of the night buuuuut,” you looked up at him from the corner of your eye and pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth, “I had a really, really, really good time. Especially the last ten minutes. The last ten minutes were the best ten minutes of the last two years.”

He laughed, taken aback, and shook his head lightly. “Highly doubt that that’s true, but thank you. I’m glad I could make that beautiful smile reappear.”

You were a bit buzzed from all of the drinks you’d consumed (not at all drunk, only very slightly tipsy) and you once again let a giggle slip out.

“So you’re insanely smart, wonderfully handsome and you have the voice of an angel?” you questioned, leaning against his arm. “You really are wow, Doctor Aaron Ross.”

Aaron couldn’t stop the smile that sneaked itself onto his face. “You’re wower.”

You laughed loudly. “That’s not a word.”

“’Course it is,” he frowned, moving to stand in front of you as the two of you stopped at the end of the block, waiting for a taxi, “I just said it, didn’t I?”

“Just ‘cause you said it doesn’t mean it’s real,” you argued.

“No?” he twitched his lips and took a step closer.

“No,” you whispered, moving so close to him that you could see the flecks of hazel in his green eyes, even through his glasses, and you snaked your hands through his hair and slowly pulled his mouth down to yours.

The moment your lips connected with his, you felt at peace for the first time in a very, very long time. That peace, much to your dismay, lasted a mere five seconds before Aaron pulled away.

You looked up at him with slightly hooded eyes, and he smiled adoringly at you as he brushed your hair out of your face.

“You’re definitely wower, love.”

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forthegothicheroine · 6 years

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Kamigami no Asobi recap, episode 5: Yui, Fighter of Gods

I’m resuming my recaps, now that I’m thinking about dating games/anime anyway! For those of you just joining me now, Kamigami no Asobi (which seems, from my investigation, to translate to “Mischief of the Gods” or “The Gods at Play”) is about Zeus abducting a teenage girl and forcing her to go to high school with a bunch of classical gods (whom he has also abducted with the help of Thoth.) She’s been doing her best to make friends with all the grouchy deities and have tender moments with as many as possible, even though Balder and Apollo have somehow decided they’re dating her based on only a couple conversations.

As a reminder, the following are features in these recaps:

Ragnarok Clock: How much closer is each episode getting us towards the flash-forward to Ragnarok in the first episode? Represented by the Watchmen clock with an extra snake hand.

Where is Odin? I feel like Odin should be here, but he’s not. Thus, I guess each episode what he’s doing instead.

Team __: Which heavenly consort I think Yui should go for in this episode.

Does Thoth push Yui up against a wall? It’s a thing.

Ready now? Good.

This is a Takeru episode, and I know very little about Japanese mythology, so I’m running off to wikipedia before this recap. Turns out he’s more widely known as Susanoo-no-Mikoto, god of storms and the summer, which explains his tiny speedo in the beach episode. He feuded with his sister, goddess of the sun, and was banished to the Earth where he had a series of heroic adventures. In this show, he looks like green Naruto.

Anyway, green Naruto doesn’t want to join any after school clubs in this farce of a high school combined with an existential prison, but Apollo thinks he needs a good dose of school spirit. Dionysus correctly points out that clubs are more fun than actual school- come to think of it, why isn’t Dionysus president of the drama club? That should be his whole deal! Anyway, moving on.

In the library, Thoth is doing what he loves best- pushing Yui up against a wall and demanding to know why she, a mortal shrine maiden, is not making a bunch of gods bow to her will. He refers to “the bimbo” (Balder), “the idiot” (Apollo), “the gloomy one” (Hades), “the imbecile” (Tsukito), “the drunk” (Dionysus), and “the dunce and the beanpole” (one of which is Thor and one of which is Loki, but they’re both skinny so I’m not sure who he means by which insult.) Come on, Thoth, not everyone can be the god of being brilliant. You don’t have to condescend.

Takeru is practicing EPIC HERO SWORDFIGHTING in the forest with a stick when Yui finds him. He engages her in some standard tsundere ‘you don’t actually care about me’ banter, but at least she finally tells him to stop calling her Weed. Yui’s horrible Zeus-given ragdoll abomination tells her to keep trying because the more a guy hates her, the more exciting it will be when they finally get together!

Don’t take advice from ragdolls given to you by Zeus, people.

Bad advice aside, Takeru and Yui actually do bond when he finds out she can use a sword. (It was one of the first shrine maiden things we saw her do back in the first episode, and she keeps periodically practicing throughout the show.) Specifically, she’s practicing the art of drawing out her sword, which as I understand it is the key mechanic in the game Bushido Blade. Plus the old guy in The Seven Samurai killed his sparring partner just by drawing his blade faster, so I believe it. Again, all this seems much more useful for Ragnarok prepping than high school shenanagins.

Takeru agrees to join a club if Yui beats him in a duel, which is a very anime way to resolve things. Yui agrees to hold an EPIC BATTLE against a LEGENDARY MYTHOLOGICAL SWORDSMAN to get him to join a SCHOOL CLUB and this is actually kind of awesome. I can see why people label Yui as one of the best reverse harem genre protagonists; she’s not just a blank slate, she has her personality and her pride. How many other reverse harem protagonists would duel a god to make him join a club?

He wins the first round because, again, legendary swordsman, but he’s also impressed that she didn’t run or show any signs of fear. He demands that she train more in order to fight him, and what if this show just turned into Dragon Ball Z as of this episode? It feels like a real possibility.

He runs her through some Rocky Balboa/Tonya Harding endurance and strength excercises as Hades watches jealously. Too bad, Hades, you got your shippy episode already. At least he’s not kidnap-prone in this adaptation. It’s a cool scene, even if a lot of it is static shots, and if I had video editing softward I’d want to do an old school AMV of this scene set to I’ll Make a Man Out of You.

They even go running in the rain, leading to her slipping and pitching off a freaking cliff. Takeru dives to save her Spiderman style, and it works out a lot better for Yui than it did for Gwen Stacy.

And then he has a flashback of his sister and explodes. What?

Suddenly, Takeru is super buff and dressed like Conan! It’s an improvement, even if his hair still makes him look like green Naruto. He’s earned back the divine powers that Zeus and Thoth stole from him, now that he has learned to empathize with humans. (Did I already mention that’s a weird moral for Zeus of all people to be teaching? Because it is weird.) Zeus is nothing if not inconsistent, however, and punishes Takeru for doing exactly what he was supposed to do. He gets put in a floating energy ball and there’s a pun about him being “suspended.”

Zeus threatens to expel Takeru from the school-prison, which is...exactly what Takeru wanted at the beginning of the episode, so it’s not much of a punishment. Loki is the only one who picks up on this, asking if he can also get out of this by flunking everything. But no! Those who are expelled get turned into eternal statues! This is bizarre, but at least it leads to a great imaginary moment for Loki

And woah, are we calling the guy Zeus-san now? What happened to Zeus-sama? I’d be polite and deferential as all freaking get out around Zeus if I were Yui.

Yui and Takeru get an angsty scene where they both try to shoulder the blame for what happened. Tsukito pops in to explain Takeru’s PTSD from having once seen a goddess fall off a cliff and then got unjustly blamed for it. I don’t know this myth, but we are starting to set up the idea of explaining away the gods’ most heinous actions, which I’ll be able to talk about with (slightly) more authority when we get to The Great Cassandra Retcon. But that isn’t for another couple episodes.

“Everyone always judges us based on the outside appearance”, laments the guy who looks like green Naruto.

Apparently Zeus didn’t actually know that the gods could break their shackles if they felt sufficient emotion, which seems like a pretty big thing to have overlooked. Turns out Takeru having that flashback and exploding caused an earthquake and destroyed part of this pocket dimension, which I’ll grant is a big problem, but still not justification for punishing the guy for doing what he was supposed to be doing. And did I mishear, or did Zeus just refer to himself as -sama?

Takeru tries to swallow his pride and apologize, but Yui (correctly) interrupts and says he has nothing to apologize for. Right to Zeus and Thoth’s faces! Wow! Yui should be starring in the next God of War game! She makes the same point I’ve been making, that learning to care about humans and feel their emotions is exactly what they’re all supposed to be doing. The other teen gods rally around her as she yells at Zeus that he’s the one who needs to learn about humanity and control his emotions, and I think Yui is about to actually overthrow Olympus (Hades makes it clear she’d have his backup) when Zeus finally backs down.

For a Japanese show involving Greek and Norse gods, that was a very Abrahamic episode.

Ragnarok Clock:

Same as last time, as the Norse gods were pretty quiet this episode.

Where is Odin? Odin is on an artisinal mead-tasting tour of craft breweries during this episode.

Team __: Team Takeru, surprisingly. That sword training montage was hot.

Does Thoth push Yui up against a wall? Yes, against a bookcase!

#anime #kamigami no asobi #mythology

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Can we talk about Lance for a bit ?

There is something that really bothers me in season 8. I mean everyone is kind of still recovering but I feel like I need to say it anyway.

They chose to heavily feature Allurance from episode one cause they planned to kill Allura. It's a fact. As much as I don't ship it, they make a really cute couple with adorable scenes that made me smile and support them and I could have got over my disappointment regarding who I wanted to end up with Lance if only Lance had shown a bit of happiness by being with her.

No manner how we look at it, he isn't happy ! Why is that ? He finally got what he always wanted so why did they depicted him like that ? I really don't understand and that's what makes me so angry about all of this.

He doesn't seem like someone in love who finally got the girl! He seems hurt! Why is that ??

I'm ready to ignore the messy plotline of this season, the inconsistencies and everything that is wrong because overall, what I really care about is Lance as a character.

He means a lot to me because he is so different from the characters we normally meet in this kind of stories. He began as an annoyingly flirty boy who was desperately searching for glory to calm the insecurities he only show to few people. He was talented but needed someone else to acknowledge it to fully realize it himself. He was defined by his loudness and his love for love. He was looking for validation and a special person who would love him as profoundly as he love others. He had big dreams, big expectations, a bright future ahead of him. He wasn't overly masculine, liked being pretty and throw terrible pick up lines. He was funny, adorable I fell for him as much as I identified with (even if we are so different). He wasn't perfect, far from it, but it's also why I love him.

For many - including me - he was also representation. Not only for another kind of complex character but also by being Cuban and supposedly bisexual, something that seemed to be heavily implied so many times but I won't even talk about it.

During the series he has grown to be more self assured through the missions he accomplished with his friends, the people he met but most importantly Keith who trusted him and relied on his abilities, which definitely shown him his worth. I'm not even gonna talk about Klance as romantic. Keith is an important person for Lance's character, a friend he needed by his side along the way and that still was there for him in season 8. Which is really great, by the way.

I'm not gonna talk about the 'first choice' thing or the 'someone he needs, not someone he wants' or even the 'endgame' aspect of his romance. But yeah, that was all lies.

On this photo, Allura seems calm and happy, she seems like she can finally see a future with Lance and it's great. What is not so great, though ? When I saw this particular part in the episode, I stopped and watched Lance's face for about 5 minutes to try to understand. I don't see a happy boyfriend, here. I see a guy kind of unsure of what he is doing. I see a guy who doesn't know if what he is having is for real or even if it's what he really wants. He seems quite uncomfortable, tensed. It's maybe just a projection on my part but I genuinely cant see happiness here no matter how long I look at it. But maybe I'm really biased and don't see what actually is, you tell me.

Throughout the season, he was here to support Allura on her journey and it's great, but I would have wanted her to reciprocate it in a way or another. It's what Lance always needed and he didn't got it.

And in the end, he cried. I feel like he never really believed that this relationship would stick, that for whatever reason, they would end up parting paths. And the crew chose to kill her... In all honesty, Allura is not a character I really care about. I thought nothing about her in s1 and in s2, I started disliking her with what happened with Keith. But even thought I don't really care for her, making her die ? For seemingly no reason ? It's tough. And once again, I'm not even talking about how they killed representation or how people in the fandom can feel crushed by that, betrayed, even. I'm only remaining on Lance's side.

He never really had someone to reciprocate his love, something confirmed by his mom. He fell for Allura, casually at first, really hard when the series continued. What he feels for her is genuinely profound and I really liked that he confessed to her but even then... why did he seemed so sad ?

Just look at him !

He probably never loved anyone as much as he loved her. He sees a lot in her but he never felt like he was on equal ground with her. She is an awesome gorgeous space princess. He is just a boy from Cuba. (An awesome funny adorable space ranger but what do I know...). He never felt like he had a chance or deserved her affection. What about that ? It wasn't mentioned even once and I think that this is the reason of his constant sad face while he confesses, while he kisses her, while he conforts her...

I just don't understand and it makes me sad to see him like that. I know, he is just a character, I know this is just a cartoon, I know this just a kid show. But seeing a character you so much love becoming this sad guy that only support without reciprocation, this guy that loved love and is betrayed by it ? I just can't feel anything else but anger and disappointment for the wasted potential.

He ended up losing the woman he loved. The only person who seemed to reciprocate his feelings and because of that I think that he will always be a little more cautious about it because he has always been disappointed. He shot for the stars and fell hard. I fell hard with him. And as someone that feel that love will never go both ways, it just makes me even more bitter about this.

About the altean markings I don't know what to think. Some people think Allura turned him altean, others think she just left him something to remember her by. In both cases, this is wrong.

If the first theory is true, then what? What does that mean beside the ridiculous impossibility to change race? Did she make him altean to 'level him up' from his human status because he wasn't a match for her? Because altean are so much better? Because there was no need for that! Alteans are not all dead so why? For all I know, it wasn't to make royalty knowing that he ended up farmer so... once again, why?

If the second theory is true, well... That's even worst. She wants him to remember her ? I think he has enough around him for that, the status, the commemorations, the legend that will follow her, stories, his friends that gather to talk about her and how they miss her and what she meant for them... Giving him this will only prevent him from moving on. And it's harsh. I personally think that he should have moved on a long time ago. She never loved him, she was annoyed by his flirty attitude, by his simple presence sometimes. He should have seen that blatant rejection and accepted that yeah, he wants her but cannot have her. Romantic love wasn't something she cared about for so long. And then she fell for Lotor who betrayed her. And I think she honestly still doesn't care about Lance this way.

I think Allura didn't fell in love with Lance. She was heartbroken because of Lotor, because of the altean, because of the crown she lost, because she saw everyone with families while she lost hers. I think Allura just wanted someone that would take care of her and lift her burden with her. Just someone that would remind her that she is not alone in the universe, a distraction from the pain she was feeling. Someone that would ground her to prevent her from losing hope. He was easy, he loved her, she just accepted it not reciprocated it.

I see this like that because there was no real build up for their relationship. It wasn't a slow burn. It wasn't even reciprocal. She was sad that Lance felt so strongly about her and accepted their relationship for her own balance and because she didn't want to see her friend so sad. It didn't solve the problem for him though. Plus when the vision of Lotor, her ex boyfriend, told her to go get the creature thing she did but when Lance, her current (well past cause well, she's dead) boyfriend told her not to because it was dangerous and he cared to much for her safety, she didn't listen to him... Great. That's love folks.

I really could have fell for their story but seeing Lance so sad, so taken advantage of... He was so dull, no charisma, no joke, no stupid lines, nothing. He wasn't himself. He wasn't the Lance we saw grow during six to seven seasons. He wasn't the hero, second in command, courageous sharpshooter we all know.

And the sword ? Was it to foreshadow his future encounter with Alfor and Allura giving him blue markings ? Well, that was unnecessary. They could have done that without making people think that something more exciting would happen, that he would actually use the sword.

And the game show ? If they were to be together why the fuck didn't Lance chose her ? Why the fuck didn't she chose him ?... Well, she didn't because she didn't love him more than she loved the other Paladins. But why Lance didn't? Why make Lance and Keith chose each other? If they didn't want to involve them in any romantic kind of situation (they totally failed), they could at least have made them hug. And an emotional scene to express how much they care for each other to justify being worth choosing the other over anyone else to leave and not spend eternity in the game show. Keith was there for Lance and Lance was too obsessed with Allura to even ask about him. Great, even in a totally no homo friends kind of look it was badly handled.

Can someone explain to me the reason of the sunset setting ? Or why Lance freaked out when Veronica asked him to "put in a good word for her" with Keith ? They are friends, now, there was no allusion to their past rivalry. There was therefore no need for that kind of reaction.

He didn't save Shiro, for absolutely nothing. They never talked about it again. They never gave him the opportunity to make up for how bad he felt about that. He didn't event get a conversation with Shiro. They never gave a closure to Lance's arc.

Why do I feel like they did all that to make everyone pay for the shippers that made the toxic reputation of this fandom ? Why do I feel like the writers hate Lance ? Why do I feel like they totally baited us ?

The guy so in love with the idea of love ended up a lonely farmer. That's a great message for kids : don't even think that life will live up to your expectations no matter how hard you work for it. Don't even think that you can find any kind of fulfillment in your life, neither in love nor career.

I've never been in a fandom while a series was still going but I engaged in the Voltron fandom. I discovered it quite late but fell hard for it, it brought me so much happiness, so much hope ! I will never do it again because I'm not sure that the sadness and disappointment I feel right now are worth it. I will never be mad at the theorists and meta writers, they are good people who saw the extraordinary potential of Voltron, they probably feel worse to have spent so much time and energy picking up clues that definitely existed and only served to bait us.

In conclusion, everything Lance did this season was in a way or another related to Allura, as if he forgot he was someone of himself. As if the writers forgot who this character was. And it's painful.

At least there are still the beautiful fan art and fanfictions that really make him justice.

#voltron : legendary defender #season 8 was a disappointment #lance deserves better #allurance was so badly handled while it could have been so great #i just need to rant to be able to finally move on #i'm just sad right now #i will certainly drown my frustration in fanfictions #i'm still really grateful for the amazing people in this fandom though #this season contained good parts but didn't live up to the potential of the series

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