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Dance of the Absurd: Breaking Records and Monotony with a Whimsical Twist!
Dance of the Absurd: Breaking Records and Monotony with a Whimsical Twist! #WhimsicalDance #PlayfulAdventure #LaughOutLoud #SpontaneityWins #SillinessUnleashed #DanceLikeNoOneIsWatching #JoyfulJourney #QuirkyLife #BreakingRecords #ChaosAndLaughter
What was the last thing you did for play or fun? Once upon a time in the enchanting realm of my daily grind, I decided to embark on a quest for play and fun that would make even the most serious philosophers reconsider their life choices. Armed with the courage of a lion and a humor sense as questionable as a magic eight ball, I set out to craft a masterpiece of amusement that would rival…
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#Daily Routine Rebellion#dailyprompt#dailyprompt-2153#Glittery Memories#Hilarious Dance Revolution#Laughter Therapy#Playfulness Chronicles#Quirky Life Chronicles#Silly Dance Adventure#Spontaneous Joy#Unconventional Moments#Whimsy Escapade
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#🐉#last rb reminded me of my hater moment from a few months ago#not saying you cant use sun/moon symbolism but. consider other dynamics! theres so many out there.#im partial to moon/tides or tide/shore myself#OR try to do something unconventional with the sun/moon dynamic. interpret it! shake it up!
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Me: I hate cliches
Hannibal: *bridal carries Will away from danger*
Me: oh my god he bridal carried him away from danger
#it may be the most unconventional show of all time but goddamn it has its moments#hannibal#nbc hannibal#will graham#hannibal lecter#hannigram#nbc hannigram#hugh dancy#mads mikkelsen
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talking about work drama
#fight club#the narrator#tyler durden#soapshipping#also idgaf what anyone says narrator is taller#yes its because edward norton is taller#but also if you want to be pretentious with me for a moment i think it also helps to solidify tylers... unconventional(?) masculinity#like the way tyler wears his slutty little outfits and slaps his friends ass and is like 3 cm shorter than the narrator but hes still#much more 'manly'#umm its i guess the irony of it all??? that tyler still manages to exude so much masculinity purely through his personality#im just saying words actually. i dont know what the point is
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I just thought of this now and knew it would be funny but,
What about a platonic!reader x aventurine but reader is like a grandma Madea. I feel like this would be funny since Madea does a lot of illegal stuff and since the IPC is sorta a government. Although she jokes around a lot, everyone knows she doesn't play when it comes to her family.
I feel like it would be really nice for Aventurine to see how much someone genuinely cares.
“You've Got a Friend”
Summary: When IPC’s gambling prodigy, Aventurine, meets a surprising new friend—[Name], a feisty grandma with Madea-like energy and a knack for stirring up trouble—his life takes an unexpected turn.
Tags: Platonic, Aventurine & Grandma Reader, found family, humor, tough love, loyalty, protective reader, unconventional friendship, hurt/comfort, lighthearted moments, character growth, emotional support, Reader is implied female(she/her) but nothing in details, Reader refers Aventurine with nicknames.
Warnings: Mild language, references to emotional scars, some themes of loneliness
A/N: I'M SO SORRY IF I GOT THIS WRONG SOMEHOW OR SOMETHING!! I HAVE NEVER WATCHED THE FILM/MOVIE AND TO READ THE WIKIPEDIA TO UNDERSTAND HER CHARACTER!! 😭
Aventurine knew he’d seen his share of unpredictable people, but nothing could have prepared him for you.
He'd met you by accident—a rumor had surfaced of an unusual figure wreaking havoc at a nearby IPC office, and he thought he'd investigate, assuming it was just another rowdy client. When he arrived, however, he found the office staff staring in shock as you, in all your “grandma” glory, stood there lecturing a young agent on the importance of family values, all while waving around your purse like a weapon.
“Now, let me tell you something, sugar,” you declared, your tone sweet but deadly serious. “When a boy like my grandson comes to your office, he’s here for business, not to be messed with. You play nice, and so will I. Got it?”
You didn’t notice Aventurine standing there at first, taking in the scene with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Finally, you turned, catching his gaze, your eyes narrowing slightly as you assessed him.
“Well, look at you, Mr. Fancy Pants,” you said, giving him a once-over. “What’s a youngin’ like you doing workin’ for the government, hmm? Ain't no good come from trustin' those suits. Just you remember that.”
The other employees in the office looked around nervously, but Aventurine only chuckled. “You must be…[Name]?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Grandma [Name] to you,” you replied, adding a pointed finger jab in his direction. “But you can call me Madea.”
The friendship that blossomed between you and Aventurine was…unusual, to say the least. You quickly took a liking to him, although you never hesitated to remind him you didn't trust “no government types.” You even went as far as calling the IPC “that mess of bureaucratic backstabbers” whenever Aventurine would bring up his job. Yet, despite the tough talk, you always had a glint in your eye whenever he’d visit, bringing you little trinkets he’d won in his latest gambling scheme or updates on his work.
One day, you caught him staring off into the distance, his confident smile faded just slightly, his guard down for just a moment. Without warning, you gave him a light smack on the back of his head, making him jump.
“What was that for?” he asked, rubbing his head and glaring at you.
“Stop lookin' like a kicked puppy. You’re handsome, got a job, a snazzy suit, and them fancy-lookin’ eyes. Life ain’t all bad, honey.” you said with a smirk.
“Since when do you hand out compliments?” he asked, a hint of a genuine smile appearing.
“Since I realized you ain’t got nobody who does it for ya,” you replied, shrugging. “You work so hard, pullin’ strings, playin’ games, but who’s there for you when things go south?”
That got him. He paused, then looked away. “Life is a game, Madea,” he said softly. “You can only rely on yourself.”
“Well, that’s a load of nonsense if I ever heard it,” you said, crossing your arms. “You got me, sugar. You just don’t know it yet.”
One evening, while the two of you were hanging out (at his request—though he’d never admit it), Aventurine made the mistake of mentioning that he had a meeting with some shady IPC officials that he didn’t quite trust.
“Now, what kinda mess you gettin’ yourself into, huh?” you asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
“It’s business,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Oh, I don’t like that look you’re givin’ me,” you said, wagging a finger. “Now listen here, if any of them suit-wearin' snakes give you trouble, you come straight to me, you hear?”
He laughed, holding his hands up. “I think I can handle myself just fine. Besides, it’s not like you’d be able to get into an IPC boardroom in the first place.”
You shot him a wicked grin. “Is that a challenge, honey?”
And sure enough, when Aventurine arrived at his meeting the next day, he was shocked to see you already inside the room. You were sitting there, looking comfortable and casual, surrounded by people in stiff business attire, a sly smirk on your face as you glanced up at him.
“Hey there, sugar! Fancy seein’ you here!” you called out, loud enough to startle the room.
The officials looked between the two of you, clearly baffled. Aventurine, unable to suppress his laughter, leaned in and whispered, “You know, you’re absolutely insane.”
“Only insane thing is lettin’ you walk in here without backup. They don’t scare me,” you whispered back with a grin, “but they should be scared of me.”
Over time, you became a fixture in Aventurine's life, always popping up when he least expected it, giving him advice he didn’t think he needed, and occasionally pulling a prank or two on his IPC coworkers just to keep things interesting. And though Aventurine kept his usual, unbothered demeanor, he couldn’t deny it—having you around felt like having someone who actually cared.
One evening, after a particularly long day, you set down a plate of warm, homemade cookies in front of him. “A little somethin’ to lift your spirits, sugar.” you said.
Aventurine stared at the plate, then back at you. “I don’t…know what to say.”
“You don’t gotta say nothin’. Just eat. And remember—family ain’t about blood. Sometimes, it’s about who’s there to smack you upside the head when you’re actin’ a fool.”
A genuine smile broke through Aventurine’s usual smirk, and he picked up a cookie, savoring it. For once, he let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to play the game alone.
#hsr#x reader#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#hsr aventurine#hsr aventurine x reader#platonic relationships#platonic#platonic love#madea#grandma vibes#found family#humor#tough love#loyalty#protective#Unconventional friendship#hurt/comfort#Lighthearted Moments#character growth#emotional support#mild language#references to emotional scars#some themes of loneliness
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MiqoMarch Day 23 - Midnight
With their intended voyage into the void only a few days out, Arsay thought it the upmost importance that she steal her partner away to Kugane, that they might share one more fond memory together should things not turn out the way they plan in the thirteenth. It was as they crossed the very same bridge the miqo'te had once sat on together two years prior when Arsay gifted Y'shtola with a bracelet matching that of her own. A token of endearment which, Arsay confessed, she would have given to her fellow scion back then, had nerves not gotten the best of her. While their relationship has undoubtedly changed since the initial purchase of the jewellery, the sentiment remained the same. Y'shtola was someone who Arsay loved dearly and she will forever be grateful to have the seeker's life intertwined with her own. No matter where their free spirits took them, they would always hold each other in their hearts. A promise Y'shtola was more than willing to keep. She slipped the the string of beads around her wrist without a second thought. They were never to come off, not even when the two decided to delay their return to Radz-at-Han in favour of a private bath at the dead of night.
#miqomarch#miqomarch 2024#ffxiv#y'shtola rhul#y'shtola x wol#wolshtola#arsay nun lore#arshtola#thanks to nhaneh for the body mod#i had to do some insane fov to get the moon and them in the same shot so sorry for the distortion#forcing arshtola lore into this prompt since idk when Ill ever get around to gposing the actual scene#this is between 6.1 and 6.2!#endwalker patch spoilers#i had the idea that arsay bought the Dai-ryumyaku bracelets from a vendor between 4.3 n 4.4 when shtola is off to the doman enclave#and arsay is like hey wait you should let me show you around kugane on the way over!#a fun friend date that ends with shtola finally accepting she has a crush on arsay and its terminal#and arsay having a single moment where she starts reflecting on feelings & thinks maybe she missed hanging out w/shtola more than she shoul#only to quickly butt that idea out of her head and continue being super normal#arsay notices these matching bracelets with red and purple string and shes like oh they are so cute and they look like#they belong in a pair it would be so sad if they were ever split up unexpectedly#i know ill buy them and give one to shtola wouldnt that be fun!#so she does that and then cant bring herself to give yshtola the damn thing because she starts second guessing herself#so arsay stashes the bracelets away and she started wearing hers later under her glove#fast forward to two years later and arsay finds the other one in one of her bags#and now shes dating yshtola and they are about to go somewhere super dangerous#what better time to tell your gf how much they have always meant to you#and what better way to do it than with a gift and some words spoken from the heart?#it was a little unconventional since arsay didnt really have marriage on the mind but it was a proposal in a sense#WOL posting#Arsay Nun
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Rewatching again, and…
… There's no denying that 'Eliot, Parker, and Hardison' are a 'trio' w/in the team, but I'm also subject to an ongoingly increasing appreciation for the 'Nate, Sophie, and Eliot' trio.
#Leverage#I've ranted about this so much#but to me Nate and Eliot are very familial and Eliot is very much Nate's surrogate son#and he's very much a confidant to the 'parents'#I find their relationships and development very interesting#in a way it almost feels like an adult son getting to know a new step mom and finally warming to her if that makes sense?#Nate and Eliot settle in very quickly and subtly#while Sophie and Eliot take some time getting used to each other and their development is more on the forefront#bc Sophie is a verbal person she discusses and listens and learns#she's outward#Nate and Eliot can communicate silently and Nate and Sophie already had a Thing#but Eliot and Sophie clash a bit and I think it's particularly meaningful in moments where he makes the effort to communicate to her#Eliot is often seen congressing w/ the two of them w/ a vibe that's just Different than Hardison and Parker?#and I love it#I love how well the different familial dynamics are displayed in such an unconventional way in this show#it's a unique look at a found family that reflects a nuclear one very much#none of them mean any LESS to each other than the others but their relationships are all different#and I just really love the unsaid detail in Eliot's relationships w/ Nate and Sophie#he's definitely the left arm of the crew in particular Nate's#and he develops w/ and eventually accepts Sophie#Leverage is an incredible study in characterisation and development honestly#Things You Didn't Know Fire was Into
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To Amy: How do you feel about Sonic and Shadows relationship?
"I think they work pretty well together, and I'm glad they're happy."
"I've been skeptical that they've had feelings for each other for years, and the kiddos definitely are what caused them to settle down. I'm surprised about how well they're doing with raising them."
"And, just in case anyone has any thoughts, I am over Sonic."
#she's surprisingly normal about them#its because their relationship never actually had a “new couple” stage bc how unconventional the nature of their relationship is#so Amy never got a chance to be crazy about it#but that also made her very casual about it#even if Sonic and Shadow DID start dating when their “relationship” picked up#← amy would not have the bandwidth to deal with it at the moment#y'all don't really know what goes on during Forces but huhuhh it fucks ppl up i swear#amy rose#sonadow#sonadow fankid#ask#text post
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A Yellow Ribbon
Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam
Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...
Chapters: 13/?
Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall
Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent
Additional Tags: No Powers AU, Mistaken Identity, Possibly Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Twins, Lies, Stolen Moments, Unconventional Love Triangles, Misunderstandings, Childhood Friends, Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Best Friends, Secret Crush, Autistic Bart Allen, Autistic Thad Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne Gets a Hug, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Third Person POV, Hurt Clark Kent, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love, Farm/Ranch AU, Farmboy Conner Kent, Grandparents and Grandchildren, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Romance, Light Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Cyrano, Jewish Superfam
Chapter Thirteen: Sweet Dreams
Clark woke the boys up early, smiling at how peacefully they slept in Thad’s bed. “Hey, fellas. We’ve got a big day planned,” Clark whispered. Thad sat up and wiped his eyes with his palms. He glanced down at Conner and smiled. Conner rolled out of bed and hugged Clark before heading to the bathroom. Thad was relieved that Conner didn’t explain why he wasn’t in his bed. “Are you okay?”
“I’m alright now… I couldn’t sleep,” Thad confessed. Clark crouched beside the bed.
“Bart, I know it can be tough being this far from home. I’m not even from this country. Did you know that?” Clark asked. Thad shook his head. “I was born far away, but I was raised here by my Ma and Pa, and they taught me one very important thing. A house is a place but home is just a bit of you scattered in meaningful places. I hope you can make this place one of your homes this summer, Bart.”
Thad didn’t completely understand, but it stuck with him. “Mr. Kent?” Thad whispered. “Thank you for letting me stay here.”
“Thank you for coming. Conner’s so happy to have you here,” Clark smiled, “Now, you should go and get ready.” Thad nodded.
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Thad and Conner sat on top of the spider climber in the park, and Thad lost his balance and grabbed Conner’s arm. Conner held his hand, interlacing their fingers. “I’ve got you,” Conner whispered.
Thad puffed out his chest, holding his breath as he tried to figure out something tough to say, but he couldn’t find anything. So, he said something genuine instead. “I don’t know what I’m gonna be when I grow up… I don’t know why it scares me so much,” Thad confessed, “I wanted to live… But I don’t want to grow up. I’m scared of what will happen when I do.”
Conner frowned. “I think we’ll be friends when we’re grown up,” Conner whispered. And it took the weight off of Thad.
“How are we gonna get down?” Thad asked.
Conner giggled and let go of Thad’s hand. “Okay. I’m gonna go first, and you follow me,” Conner replied. He turned around and started climbing down. Thad waited until Conner was on the ground before he started climbing down after him. His foot slipped, and he yelped as he fell backward. Conner caught him and fell on his back. Clark and Lois rushed over, and Conner started laughing.
Thad rolled onto his hands and knees and started apologizing profusely. “Conner, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?” Thad asked. He helped Conner up and dusted the wood chips off.
“I’m okay. You’re not that heavy,” Conner reassured him.
Thad saw Conner’s scraped elbow and held back tears as he reached into his bag for his first aid kit. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he turned Conner’s arm over to get a better look. He sprayed Conner’s elbow with antiseptic and wrapped his arm. “Does it hurt?” Thad asked. Conner shook his head before hugging Thad.
“I’m okay, Bart. I’m okay,” Conner whispered.
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Thad took a picture of Conner cutting apples at the table. “Feel better?” Conner asked. Thad nodded. “You sure?”
“I’m okay. Hey, I was thinking about what you said earlier. Do you really think you’d want to be friends with me when we grew up?” Thad asked. Conner drizzled lemon juice over the apples he cut and started on another apple.
“Sure. I wanna be friends with you forever. I think we’ll be friends forever,” Conner replied without looking up, “You’re my best friend in the whole world.”
Thad smiled, growing quiet as he snapped a picture of Clark while he used a cookie cutter to cut the dough into perfect circles. “You’re my best friend, too,” Thad whispered as he reached for the mood ring around his neck.
Thad set his camera to the side and washed his hands before helping design the boxes. “What’s the bake sale for?” Thad asked.
“Oh, it’s not a bake sale. We’ve got a booth at the fair,” Conner answered. He was so heavily focused on his task that he never looked up from his apples except to look at the boxes. “Where’d you learn to draw like that?”
“My dad’s an artist. I help him paint sometimes,” Thad replied.
“Do you think you’d want to do art when you grow up?” Conner asked.
“It’s not a fiscally responsible plan of action,” Thad recited, quoting his other grandfather of the same name.
Conner knit his brows together, grinning as he looked at Thad. “Bart, I don’t know what that means, but I think you should do what you like,” Conner replied. Thad shrugged. “Too many people live lives they don’t want thinking they’ll get to be happy later. Why not be happy the whole time?”
“He’s got a point, Bart. Journalism is a hard business to get into, but Clark and I struggled to be the best investigative journalists we could be. If we didn’t take chances on dreams that seemed impossible, nothing in the world would have…”
“Color,” Clark finished Lois’ sentence without looking up from his dough.
“Besides, you’re good at it already,” Conner added.
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At the end of the day, Thad grew quiet while they cleaned up to get ready for bed. “Bart, can I tell you a secret? I’m so nervous about going to middle school. You’re not in middle school yet, huh? You’re only going to sixth grade. Aren’t you?” Conner asked.
“Oh… Um, my homeschool is K-through-twelve. So, I don’t have middle school or anything like that,” Thad answered.
Conner took off his glasses and squinted at Thad. “Do you ever get lonely?” Conner questioned.
“Not really… If I’m not with you, I like being by myself. It’s not so bad,” Thad whispered as he climbed into bed. He held his breath for a moment, wondering if he’d have to tell Conner he was still frightened to sleep on his own. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
Conner dropped his socks in the hamper and yawned. “When I was eight and you were seven, you got really sick… I asked if you remembered meeting me at the fair. You said no… Do you still not remember?” Conner asked.
That was the one white lie Thad told Bart. He didn’t want Bart to know he was pretending to be him that night at the fair, so he convinced Bart he was there and didn’t remember. “Uh-huh. You bought me a corndog and gave me this,” Thad whispered as he showed Conner the original mood ring from that night. Conner climbed into Thad’s bed. Thad sank into the pillows, finally able to relax. He squeezed the blanket in his fists.
“Do you mind if I sleep here?” Conner asked. Thad shook his head. “Do you eat scrambled eggs?”
“Uh-huh. I love scrambled eggs,” Thad whispered.
Conner closed his eyes and rolled close to Thad. “I’m gonna make you some eggs tomorrow… Do you miss your family saying they love you before bed?” Conner questioned.
“A little bit,” Thad whispered.
“I’ll say it until you go home, then… I love you, Bart,” Conner whispered.
Thad clutched his chest, wondering why he felt sad. “I love you too, Conner,” Thad whispered. He turned to look at Conner, but he looked like he was already fast asleep. “We love you too, Conner.”
#fic#a yellow ribbon fic#Clark Kent#Conner Kent#Lois Lane#Bart Allen#Thaddeus Thawne#Don Allen#Meloni Allen#Jonathan “Pa” Kent#Martha Kent#Max Crandall#KonBart#KonThad#Clois#MelonixDon#Ma/Pa Kent#No Powers AU#Mistaken Identity#Possibly Unrequited Love#Unrequited Crush#Twins#Lies#Stolen Moments#Unconventional Love Triangles#Misunderstandings#Childhood Friends#Complicated Relationships#Family Dynamics#Family Bonding
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Tastes of Whumptober: Day 24
Equipment often refers to mechanical components, buuuut... I took some creative liberties with the definition.
Equipment Failure
“Oh, that’s very illegal.” A suspicious gaze cast upon his weapon, tightening their grip on something hidden behind their back.
“And fighting in the streets isn’t?”
“I didn’t say my work was legal either. But working for morals is far more respectable than working for the highest bidder.” The mercenary shrugged at that, casually swinging the weapon: a light but sturdy chain with a heavy weight at both ends: one as a handle, one as a bludgeon.
“Someone wants you gone. They’d find a way to do it even if I weren’t here.” And he reeled the chain back to strike at his opponent who jumped out of the way just in time.
“What is that thing anyway?” the vigilante asked.
“Manrikigusari. Or a manriki.” He grinned and held it up, sliding a hand along the chain links. “It originated in Feudal Japan.”
“And you, what, just picked this up? You do understand I’m not the one to test new techniques against, yes?”
His body still remembered the wounds of previous encounters. Yes, they were certainly dangerous.
“I’ve trained in many different techniques. You’d be surprised.”
“Surprise me then.”
The vigilante lunged forth, flicking out a baton and reaching for his side. But the chain flew up and pushed it away before it could make contact. The weight clipped their hand and they gasped softly.
“Surprised?” He was beaming now, proud of his work.
“Not bad at all.” They readjusted their grip on the baton and swung it through the air. Reminding him of the consequences, should he slip up.
He took it as a challenge and struck first this time, sending the weight spiraling through the air at them. They sidestepped and swung again, this time making contact with his hip, and they went for a jab when the weight slammed into their thigh with bruising force.
The vigilante stumbled back, gingerly testing weight on their foot. Thankfully he hadn’t hit a joint. Their opponent took it as a sign of weakness and strode forward to finish them off, but they deflected his blow and pulled themself back upright.
They exchanged blows like that, both growing wearier as the fight wore on.
“Just… give up already!” The mercenary huffed.
“I’d rather… not meet your employer… ngh!” His manriki punched them square in the stomach and swung back for a second blow. Out of desperation, they stuck out their hand to defend themself.
The chain struck hard, but they closed and trapped it in their fist.
“Ha!” It hurt like hell and they could hardly feel more then numb tingling, but this was their chance. He wasn’t letting go of his only defense, but they were physically stronger.
One harsh pull forced him forward to his hands and knees.
‘Shit! Let go, you- gAH!”
The vigilante smashed his wrist under their foot, digging and twisting their heel until his grip gave out. And that foot stayed in place as they tucked the baton under their shoulder and gathered the manriki into their own hands.
“This is a handy little thing, really. Maybe I’ll try it myself someday.” They tried it out, spinning it unevenly but making contact with his opposite shoulder, eliciting a cry. It was tucked into their pocket with a satisfied hum and they finally let him back up.
“Give that back, asshole!” Predictably flailing for their pockets despite his bad wrist... Their baton slammed him up against the narrow alley’s wall.
“We’re playing with my weapons now, bud.” One hand barred him with steel and the other drew a dagger. “Now, I need a name. Your employer’s in particular.”
Hands flailed for theirs, but with two bad arms it was hardly effective.
“I ain’t telling you jack!” His carefully curated neural accent slipped away in times of stress, it seemed.
“Would you rather crawl back to bleed out on their doorstep?” The pointed tip explored his side, feeling for the best place of entry.
“I said what I said.”
“Suit yourself.” Their dagger plunged in deep, then pushed to the hilt when that wasn’t deemed quite enough. The mercenary’s mouth was opened in an “O”, only realizing he could scream after looking down past the baton.
“You dick!!! You stabbed me!” Ragged breathing set on rather quickly. “You…! I don’t- I don’t have a phone!”
“Am I to blame for you being an absolute dunce, now?”
“Fuck off!”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” They gripped the hilt, preparing to wrench it out of the wound, but… “You know, on second thought, this isn’t anything special.” They pulled out a handkerchief and rubbed it over the grip to erase their fingerprints, jostling it in the process.
“No, please- don’t!”
“I’m letting you keep it, bud. A reminder of who you’re fucking with.” One last hard tap on the hilt and they removed their baton, watching him collapse to the ground, and turning on their heel. “Well, it’s been fun. See you around.”
#whumptober2024#no.24#equipment failure#original#writing#fight scene#whump#unconventional weapon#manriki#manrikigusari#slammed into the wall#baton#fighting#melee#vigilante#mercenary#left for dead#stabbing#dagger#twisting the knife#ask to tag#whumptober#my writing#whump writing#tastes of whumptober#found on the melee weapons wikipedia page <3! i hadn't heard of the manriki before today! also called kusari-fundo but that's longer#kusari refers to the chain and fundo refers to the weight! it was used in feudal japan as a weapon that didn't draw blood :3!#and yes it is illegal in some places modern day! i don't want to know why that rule needed to be made! but it's for being lethal weapons#which makes sense heheheehe. it's been a moment since i've made a gritty street fight scene so uwu#one more week of whumptober!
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So I just read your HCs, and I love how you characterized Ami as having autism. She was always my favorite character-- we even share a birthday-- and I'm glad that I'm not the only one who sees her as being on the autism spectrum.
I'm also not ashamed to admit that I teared up a little reading what happened to Luna. I love the relationship Ami and Luna have, both in the actual show and in your headcanon.
Thank you so much!!
I love that more people are open to the autistic Ami hc now. It was always a bit of a no brainer to me, but I understand why some people pushed the idea away.
That said I love her. I've mentioned before that even back a year ago Ami was prob my 4th or 5th fav, but getting to draw her and write her more and more (and a bit of Makoami magic lol) she has srly grown on me. She's still not my fav, Mako my beloved, but she has a serious soft spot in my heart, I go back to her a lot for comfort.
So I'm always so super happy when people tell me they like my characterization of Ami.💙
Her and Luna's relationship is something I srly wanna explore more.
I see Ami as an outcast, but not really cause her peers actively dislike her, but cause Ami has chosen to distance herself from them, deciding to focus on her studies and academics instead.
This lack of interaction with people her own age has made it difficult for her to relate with them, being actually much easier to interact with people older than her (since that level of informality is never broken and that's where Ami is at her most comfortable).
I see Luna as a middle-aged woman at least and for her, connecting with Ami was easy since the beginning, even if it took her a bit for Ami to warm up to the idea of this 'new reality'. Ami does not want to do this. She said it to Luna since the beginning, initially refusing to aid her and turning her back on Luna's offer to become a senshi.
Though Luna stuck around, not only cause this is her mission, but also because she saw a loneliness within Ami (despite Luna's mission being JUST to reawaken the senshi, she couldn't overcome her maternal instincts). Ami is initially perplexed by this, but slowly starts to warm up to Luna, enjoying her company, her talks, her advice, her compliments, affirmations..
I can see a conflict within Luna at this point, coming to care about this girl, but feeling extremely guilty about her behavior, being very easy to be read as, well, grooming, for a lack of a better term. Tho Luna genuinely cares.
I think multiple factors influenced Ami to finally try being a senshi a go. Seeing someone being attacked by monster (which had Ami initially just simply ran away from it, Ami's but a simple human, powers or not, she's scared), an odd sense of responsibility put on her (Ami being an extreme people pleaser, if an authority entaskes her with something, she feels a sense of duty and drive to make the person proud), but ultimately I think the major factor was Luna.
Luna is the primary reason Ami became a senshi (refresher to the join order of the girls in my AU: Ami awakens first with Luna, then Rei joins, then Usagi). It's not easy, in fact it puts a severe strain on her, both physically and mentally, but Ami pushes through, for Luna. Eventually made easier (and harder in some ways) by the avdent of Rei joining the team.
Loosing Luna is something that will keep resonating withAmi throughout the series. It's like loosing a second mother, especially since Saeko has been fairly absent through her life (though Saeko will be more present, suspecting something is up with her daughter and she will genuinely try to "mother", Saeko is a disaster, in many ways more than Ami herself).
She will start asking herself why she is even doing this anymore, since Luna's not here, who is she even fighting for anymore? It's a very selfish question, she's aware, but I think it's a form of coping from her part.
Despite asking such a question constantly, she never makes to leave, she would never, she knows she can't, cause she cares too much about her friends. She knows she's now fighting for them too, but this would be the first time such thought would be a conscious reflection in her mind, having had Luna be such a central staple on her mind for so long.
Unknowingly, Luna had eased her among loving peers. It was never all easy, they had fights and they will have more, but Ami finally belongs. It's a bitter sweet feeling for her.
Ami loves her team.
At this point, she cares so much about Usagi, being the first to show her how to "friend". Starting as just an odd aloof girl that joined her team, to seeing her as a girl who always strives to make others happy. Bringing cheerfulness into team since the very first day, something that Ami became so accustomed to, she would never realize how much she would miss it til having to go back to an empty apartment, color seeming to drain along the walls in the lack of her presence. A simple genuine smile, something that seems so simple, yet so rare, Ami cherishes it so dearly.
And Rei.. Rei's complicated, she likes to make herself as such. Ever since the beginning, Rei seemed cold, refusing Luna's offer like Ami had done prior. Though this time, Luna just seemed to run in a wall every time she went to the temple. Talks, explanations, pleads, bargains, nothing seemed to work.
"I can talk to her if you'd like"
She really didn't want to, but for Luna, she will. The talk went as well as you expected it, an incredibly frustrated Rei trying to deal with recent accusations of her temple attracting mysterious attacks on students. Despite that, Rei didn't try to physically ward off Ami like she did with Luna many times (Luna is still pretty scared of that broom).
"Did that dumb cat send you? Listen, I have a job to do here, so you either get to the point or you get out of my way."
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"So?"
"My name is Ami, Ami Mizuno" offering her hand to Rei to shake.
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*Sigh*, Rei unashamedly pinching her nose in frustration. "If I shake your hand will you tell that dumb cat to-"
"Luna"
"What?"
"Her name is Luna"
"Yes! I know her name! She's been harrassing me in my own house for the last 2 weeks! Alright, listen. I don't know what kind of program you guys are a part of and I have no interest to know, but let me put this into clear terms so that maybe an actual 'person' might understand this better than a stupid cat. NO! Now scram, I'm busy!"
.. "..." "ok" bowing and turning to leave.
That night, something akin to guilt seemed to boil within a restless Rei Hino. She knew it wasn't due to how she confronted the girl, she had all rights to be angry! Tho a seemingly related vision of the girl with blue hair, lying perfectly still in a pool of what seemed to be her own blood stuck with her.
Rei will tell herself that she joined the team to get Luna to stop harrassing her and that the team NEEDS her. Like, come on, how is such a team meant to go on without the grandiose Rei Hino leading them to victory?! Earth would have no shot. HA!
Rei would never admit part of the reason she did join, was Ami, seeing the girl get hurt, or possibly killed, haunted her. She blamed Luna for this. Ami should've never been a part of this. Ami's weaker, almost fragile combat figure seemed like a cruel joke to Rei. Seeing the girl even shivering from her powers (Ami's not immune to her own powers), the small girl curled up into a ball in a desperate attempt to keep herself warm in a relatively cool night. With a loud sigh and exaggerated movements, Mars made to cup Mercury's hands.
Ami, being obviously perplexed and put off by this, but almost too weak to pull back, finding comfort in her companion's warmth after having to endure numerous and stressful post-fight recory sessions with nothing but the comfort of helpless Luna offering her kind words of encouragement.
It would take a while for both Ami and Rei to fully come to terms to the idea that they were 'friends'. When the newly recruited Usagi asked, Ami had no answer ready, which is extremely unusual of her. 'Friends? Are me and Rei friends? We're companions, teammates, we never really hang out outside of missions or just studying silently at the temple', though Ami enjoyed her presence. Except when Rei was needlessly rude to Luna, Ami enjoyed being around her. It didn't feel quite as lonely, even if they never openly spoke about their lives, hobbies, families... 'I guess we're not friends'.
Ami hated being so logical at times, but she couldn't help it.
Throughout the season and into season 2, this relationship between the two grew stronger, especially due to the 'Usagi' phenomenon LOL. Making it so effortless to bridge the two into more intimate moments outside of uniform. A mission to check on an amusement park became a fond memory for Ami. A picture taken of the 3, looking so much like the pictures she'd see of her school piers sharing among each other of their 'hangouts'. Funny how that worked.
Rei and Ami's friendship would def have its highs and lows, mostly stemming from Luna and how differently each girl would see her. Ami being very capable of holding a grudge toward Rei's treatment of her. All of it reaching a terrible boiling point at the moment of Luna's death and discovering about Rei vision. Again, Ami was absolutely blinded by rage and grief. She loved Rei. Rei's no murderer, but she let her primal emotions take over and with the events of season 2 after that, the two never got a moment to grief or a moment to reconcile. Rei still holding a massive grudge toward Ami, refusing to even speak to her outside of sailor business, while Ami is eaten by grief and guilt.
Mako being her main source of comfort at this point (Usagi tries, but she also has her own demons to fight still). The previously mostly unknown, if nice, tall girl that joined her team late, seeming to take steps to take care of a broken Ami, offering support, food, and and a shoulder to cry on.
Luna's influence will be felt by the team and not forgotten. Ami especially will carry her momery forever.
Idek why I wrote ell this LOL. I feel inspired at times , srry 😅.
Thank you for the ask <3.
#ask me stuff#luna#ami mizuno#usagi tsukino#rei hino#Rei and Ami's friendship is a very unconventional one but not less strong than others#they are both awkward introversts bad at words and expressing emotions#but they care so much about each other#even if a hug between them is rare. Rei the cactusbdoesnt like higs and Ami is awkward at initiating contact cause she knows Rei#doesn't like being hugged#just shows hwonmany layers of they are oushing to the sidenin order to give priority to showing their purest form of love and compassion#they can at that moment#i luv them
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the last few years have been a nice detour* but i think it's time to get back to being cringe
*: not that i wasn't cringe recently just that i need to crank it up and lose followers also
#as in become shameless and earnest as soon as possible#and i've been thinking about this recently with the release of clancy and with me going cuckoo and with me having watched an interview wher#tyler said something after being asked about negative responses (this was after the mtv movie awards i think).. what he said is he doesn't#understand how anyone could listen to a song that someone honestly wrote and say it's bad. and it hit me in that moment‚ the contrast‚#like when i come across a man who loves animals. because‚ i grew up with a man around‚ always around‚ who criticizes everything incessantly#everything. all the time. and doesn't know what it's like to love an animal and take care of it btw. he judges everything and never#makes anything. so maybe that's why i liked them so much‚ as individuals but as musicians too. and tyler as a songwriter. and let's say it.#let's say it. and the clique. and before that i liked vocaloid and etc etc i've been thinking that to me there is a real appeal to things#that many would describe as weird or unconventional or annoying.. i will find the beauty and the authenticity at the heart of it (if there#is some) and i may even cherish it.#and i like soft things too. i like disgust and fear and being shaken up by art and it's been a huge turning point to recognize all that#but god do i need a different dimensions sometimes. like let's be on a different axis let's move sideways#+ let me like something just because#that's what i mean by cringe ig! i am who i am and sometimes i find new ways to be uncool or get back to the old ways#and it's fine#kata.txt
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Daily excerpt from Underline the Black 67:
‘Going forward,’ Temsen said, ‘I think you need to find more ways to communicate with each other. Additionally, it would be nice if you would stop verbally abusing him in the heat of the moment, and at any other times you’re doing it. I know that was the best you could manage, because I saw you earlier, and I know full well you could have torn a person limb from limb while snarling like a bear about it. But…calling him pathetic? Worthless? Heroic moment for you, Gary.’ Gary was surprised Efnisien had shared that, then he remembered Temsen could be a ruthless interrogator when he wanted, omegas, betas, alphas – it didn’t matter, he’d crucify them all to get information. ‘He already believes he is those things,’ Temsen said. ‘At the least, you owe him an apology too.’ ‘I know,’ Gary said, closing his eyes. ‘I know.’
#daily excerpt#underline the black#underline the rainbow#efnisien ap wledig#ohlo ohlo temsen#dr gary konowalous#omegaverse#unconventional omegaverse#alpha alpha#whump#hurt/comfort#enemies to lovers#i think i've realised i enjoy writing moments where a character or two characters#are looking over someone's sleeping or unconscious body like#'oh we gotta start doing better by this kid'#that's a thing
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Mm... Whenever I have this contemplation, a voice in my mind (Possibly my own) tells me, "Don't play the game! Eat the pieces, WIN."
Which... I understand to mean "Pursue looking male and then indulge in effeminacy." It's a fine idea, I suppose...
#''Don't play the game; eat the pieces; win'' as a command finds itself in my mind from time-to-time.#It just means ''don't fuck around'' or ''win by unconventional means'' really...#In terms of when I experience existentialism it reminds me to look around for a moment and not drown.#Not really as a ~gentle reminder~ just more like when someone snaps their fingers in your face to get you to pay attention.#To... ''remember just where the fuck you are''.#I said before that I don't fantasise about things I cannot have in order to not go insane.#Likewise the opposite. I do not sentence myself to misery. Hence my refusal to feel hopelessness.
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i cant get the cool things i enjoy and put them up in my room bc if i bring people over and they ask about them, even if they are non-judgmental and genuine, i would be unable to explain why i like those things due to the massive levels of cringe that would overwhelm my brain
#liking things? the ultimate cringe#i cant buy the cool hannibal posters bc if i put them up i just KNOW im going to be so weird about it if people comment on them#like yes these two middle aged cannibal men are rlly cool to me and i love this show that focuses on#the intimacy and romance of violence and consuming the other#and it resonates with me very deeply on account of my aceness and need to express love in unconventional ways#and no i dont condone any of this happening in real life but if it happened to ME personally then i would be flattered and#have so many will graham moments mingling with some hannibal ones and how tf do i explain that to someone who doesnt GET IT#cringe....
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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 5 / 31 * ALARM CLOCK 」
November 7, 1955
01:23
Emmett didn't have the heart to wake the boy when he finally passed out, face-down on his living room couch and still fully clothed, shoes and all. He was only gone about twenty minutes—twenty-two, to be precise, according to the small collection of clocks hanging on the wall—to make up one of the unused and neglected guest rooms. He had more space than he knew what to do with, and the kid very well couldn't be sleeping on the couch for an entire week while he was temporarily displaced in this time due to the actions of his future self.
How could I have been so reckless as to send a kid through time alone?
So he left him there, hovering awkwardly over the boy for a moment before finally fetching a spare blanket from the closet and draping it over the exhausted time-traveller.
Marty's small collection of future gadgets were still on the chair where he left them, and it took all of Emmett's willpower not to start examining the strange items in greater detail, from the portable television studio to the device that looked like an odd transistor radio. You'll find out in time, he mentally chides himself, but the kid is still asleep and his curiosity is a powerful thing, so the next thing he knows, the radio is in his hands, much lighter than he imagined it would be.
He takes it with him into the kitchen, where he's set up multiple papers to begin his plans to modify the time machine. Normally, he would retreat to the garage to work on his project, as the environment there was far more conducive to the creative process, but he had reservations about leaving Marty alone in the house; what if the kid woke up, panicked, thinking this was all some horrible nightmare?
With so little time and the kid's very existence on the line, he sets to work, leaving the miniature radio on the table, which was now popped open, where a strange thin film canister labelled Van Halen, whatever that was, rested inside.
08:37
When he goes to check up on Marty again, a few hours later, the only difference between then and now was the position Marty was in on the couch and how tangled up in the blanket he had gotten himself. He looked just as sound asleep as he did when he first knocked out, and Emmett chuckles to himself—when was the last time he slept? He had serious doubts the kid would be awake any time before noon. Copernicus trots over, tail wagging, eager to check on their new houseguest.
❝Copernicus!❞ Emmett whispers as he puts his front paws on the couch, ❝Leave Marty be! He's had a hell of a day; let him sleep in unbothered. You can say hello when he wakes up.❞
Copernicus looks back between his master and his new friend, as if weighing out the amount of trouble he would get in for disobeying. Marty is new, exciting, and friendly, but—
❝Come on, boy! Let's get a start on breakfast.❞
Emmett sets the coffeepot on the stove with enough for two—does Marty drink coffee?—and fetches Copernicus' food bowl from the floor, yawning into the sleeve of his robe. This was not his first all-nighter and, if the existence of the time vehicle is anything to go off of, it will not be his last, either. He still has no real understanding of how the machine works beyond knowing that it does, and even if it will save him what will likely be years of struggle—thirty years, if he is to believe Marty's departure date is the very first test of the machine—he can't allow himself to break established history by obtaining future knowledge.
He sighs as the smell of coffee permeates the kitchen and promptly fills Copernicus' bowl with his favourite dry food.
Before he can set the bowl back down, a shout and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor causes Emmett to jump, sending dry kibble flying across the kitchen. He drops the bowl on the ground and hurries over to find Marty no longer on the couch, but on the floor, hair askew and wide-eyed and still hopelessly tangled in the blanket.
Copernicus is sitting on Marty's chest, tail wagging, and Emmett's eyes go wide.
❝H-Hey Doc. Copernicus kinda—❞
❝Copernicus!❞ Emmett chides, crossing the length of the room to pick up the dog and set him down on the floor. ❝What did I say about letting Marty sleep?❞
❝It's fine, Doc, really, I just wasn't expecting him to start licking my face, that's all.❞
Emmett kneels down as Marty starts to struggle against the blanket, brows furrowed as if to ask, may I? Marty nods, and he works on extricating the boy from his fabric prison. ❝Nonsense; you were exhausted, you need to sleep. I might have tried to wake you up when breakfast was finished, but that wasn't going to be for some time.❞
#the obvious one here would've been the clock being set on the delorean's dash from the end of bttf1 and while i definitely had ideas for#that i thought 'alarm clock' in a more unconventional sense would be fun#plus i wanted to write some '50s doc. some unseen moments.#&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#doctober 2023#i still haven't made a drabble tag gdi#copernicus - such a good boy#it's canon to me that if marty would have had the chance to meet all of doc's dogs they all would have loved him#and copernicus - much like einie - took to marty immediately. marty's SUCH a good kid; of course doc's dogs would love him#oh my god are these just going to keep getting longer each day what i can't do this to myself jfl;akdfj#i needed to write something cute for my favourite best friend duo
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