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DADA! | ONE ⏤Denki K.

BAKUSQUAD ENDEARMENT SERIES PART 3 : DENKI KAMINARI

SUM. : it was supposed to be more than a one night stand and a great weekend spent together; there was a connection, the time spent together was special...so why did it all just stop?

PAIR. : Denki Kaminari x Single Mother Reader

LENGTH : 3.7k

G. : misunderstandings ; so much misunderstanding! ; unnecessary suffering on both sides ; single parent au ; single mother reader ; father kaminari ; but he doesn’t know that yet ; prohero au ; timeskip au ; angst for now ; slight fluff ; new beginnings? ; kirishima is a good friend ; kaminari is going through some stuff ; mutual longing

A/N : sorry it took so long to put this out, i really didn’t like the first several drafts of it and the plot arc needed a lot of tweaking. this is also just the start so it’s a bit short but there’s a lot to come, i promise! enjoy the read, dolls! all my love x

New beginnings need an equally new environment so that the pristine setting can sufficiently accommodate your grave yearning for a clean slate. It’s only been a few days but there’s a particular type of comfort that comes with living in a new place. Not only that, it saves you from ever remembering the once happy and now bitter memories held in your old home.

It’s silly, really.

To think that you would move houses just to keep from being reminded of the magical night and weekend you spent with a certain electrifying prohero. Nevertheless, here you are, fully moved into a recently available penthouse apartment and with a noticeable bump in your tummy as you were already in your second trimester.

You can be rightfully bitter towards the man responsible for your current lonely circumstance but knowing that you would soon have such a precious gift to centre your new life around was enough motivation for you to keep going.

You’re capable of letting a man go but not your baby.

Despite having a new backdrop in your everyday life, oftentimes, when you have an absent pause to think about random things occurring at that moment, you fall victim to those same sweetly haunting memories. Underlined by a warm gentleness that tries to comfort you in spite of the hollowed emptiness it carves into your chest, leaving you to ache for the missing piece that slipped through your fingers. On your lips is a small, heavy smile and brows are stitched up and furrowed tightly; it’s a perfect illustration of your consistent internal conflict.

That weekend was such a complicated and jumbled mix of emotions and experiences. It felt as if you had lived through an entire high school romance with this man in the span of only 2 days. He had made such good love to you and didn’t stop, even outside bedroom activities. After such a deeply passionate and heated few hours, he spent equally as much time, if not more, cherishing you and worshipping your entire being, not just your body. He made you laugh so hard that, at times, you cried. And the rest of your time spent together, he made you feel so loved, your heart ached with a longing that made you question why you hadn’t met him sooner.

Those two blissful days were spent away from all outside sources, your phones tucked away and silent, leaving the two of you to immerse yourselves in your own secluded world - a paradise only meant for you two. Sometimes, he cooked for you and sometimes you cooked for him. His dishes were a rather poor and sad attempt but seeing the determination in his gaze over the stovetop made the food taste better than any gourmet restaurant dish you have ever indulged in. He serenaded you over karaoke, cuddled you close through ghibli films and never stopped peppering you with kisses and affectionate nuzzles. He was childish and handsome and a dream to be with.

God! You were so in love! So deeply in love with him.

He wasn’t like any other guy that had tried to court you before and, even though you were now in such a miserable situation, you could never bring yourself to regret going to the charity gala or spending the following weekend with him.

If only he didn’t break your heart so cruelly.

Was it all an act?

You didn’t want to believe it but what other option was there for you? The only person who could possibly ease the turmoil in your head and chest was not there to do so.

You vividly remember the Monday morning you saw him last as you were rushing to work. It was the first time you were ever late to attend a meeting with an important and recurring client…

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“I’m sorry to be in such a rush like this, Denki,” you apologised, downing your coffee and regretting it the instant your tongue blistered up from its hot temperature.

“No worries, beautiful,” he stands from his seat at the island counter, “I’ll be heading to work soon enough as well,” he pulls you in by the waist and passionately locks you in a deep kiss, one that you never wanted to pull away from.

“Here’s my number, please call me soon,” you pant from the zealous kiss, hurriedly scribbling down your digits on a sticky note and rushing off, “feel free to leave whenever and don’t worry about locking the door on your way out, the housekeeper will do it; i already messaged them! Goodbye!”

‘I love you!’ it was on the tip of your tongue but you hesitated-

“Will do! I love you babe! Take care!”

Smiling bitterly at the memory, you clenched your hands into tight fists beside you and dug your nails into your palm, why did he say that when he never intended to keep his word?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Saved from your gradually drowning mind, you rush to the door, your hand instinctively placed on your belly as you open it to reveal a woman and a little girl with cute blonde hair ribboned up into adorable twin pigtails.

“Why hello there,” you coo softly at the adorable little girl rocking back and forth on her heels, “what brings you two here?” you smile at the two.

“Good morning, I hope we’re not disturbing you. I’m Yua and this is Katsumi, we saw you move in last week and Katsumi here wanted to gift you something,” both you and Yua turn to the little girl as she bounces up with her arms raised at you. In her small hands, she held a prettily wrapped gift with a lace ribbon to tie it together.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you two, I’m (Y/N). Thank you so much, Katsumi, for your very kind gesture,” offering up two open palms for her to place her gift into, which she promptly did with a widened smile.

“You’re welcome! I hope you find it yummy!” At her comment, you bring the gift to your nose and take in the sweet smell of baked goods.

“It smells divine; it must be very good!” you smile widely and giggle when Katsumi cheers happily.

“Take good care of your place, it was mine and daddy’s old home,”

“Oh?” you raise a brow, gently prompting her to elaborate.

“Daddy and I moved into Mommy’s place now so we can see each other every day, hehehe~” you look up at Yua, who smiles bashfully. In your head, you can piece together their story and feel a warmth bloom in your chest. What a cute little family.

“I’ll make sure to take good care of your old home, Katsumi, thank you for the present,” you bend down to gently pat her head, lifting your spare hand off your pregnant belly in order to do so.

“Oh! Congratulations!” Yua voices in excitement, finally noticing your pregnancy as you straighten up and feel your cheeks get warm.

“Th-thank you,”

“Oh? Did something special happen?”

You share a smile with Yua at Katsumi’s comment before explaining, “I’m expecting a baby and I have four more months to go,”

“Oh!” Katsumi’s pretty ruby eyes sparkle with interest and you have to suppress a giggle, “Is your baby gonna be a boy or a girl like me?”

“It would be wonderful to have a sweet little girl like you Katsumi-chan but I’m having a little boy instead,” feeling that the conversation will go for longer than you expected, you gesture for them to come in and sit in the living room. Happy to oblige, they take up room on your sofa as you go about plating the baked goodies you were gifted. Yua had promptly offered to help but you waved her off gently with a smile. Despite being 5 months along, you can still do this much.

“Like Ren!”

“Who’s Ren?” you ask curiously, centering the plated cookies and hand out complimentary glasses of milk. Naturally, Katsumi digs in as soon as she’s given the chance to as Yua reddies a napkin to wipe at her messy cheeks. A very cute mother and daughter pair.

“He’s my best friend! He’s super nice! You’ll like him too!” Katsumi says through a mouthful of cookies that she washes down with big gulps of her milk.

“Then I’m sure I will like him instantly, any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” you smile as Yua offers Katsumi her glass of milk as the little girl had already finished hers.

“That reminds me!” Yua claps her hands together and smiles in delight, “Akina, Ren’s mother, is also pregnant, I think you’re further along than she is but we should all get together for lunch or something,”

“Oh? That might be nice, I have nothing better to do so making a new pregnant friend might do me some good, especially since this is my first pregnancy,” you giggle as Yua joins you.

“That’s perfect! It’ll be Akina’s second pregnancy so I’m sure she can help you out if you need some advice. I’ll try to get everyone together soon! Can I have your number?”

“Of course!” you’re so happy for the companionship, even though your family supports you, they live far away and have their own lives to worry about. You weren’t openly judged by them but your family largely lives off the philosophy of independence, a concept you hate but are somewhat grateful for as it’s led to your success. It’s only when you finally realise how lonely you’ve become that you despise the teachings of your family. For your baby, you will live differently and with more love and affection; the first step towards that will be having a stable friendship group. Yua hands over her phone with a new contact page open, you’re quick to type in your contact details, there is a pause however as you realise you’re typing your work contact and pause to remember your personal number instead. Flushing at the embarrassing delay, you hand back Yua’s phone with haste.

“When will you be free?” Yua asks as she tucks her phone away, the two of you leaving Katsumi to devour the gift she made for you; you didn’t mind, just seeing her eat made you feel full.

“I’d be happy to meet up tomorrow, I’ve been feeling kind of lonely,” you bashfully admit as Yua gives you a warm smile.

“That sounds perfect! I know I’m available tomorrow and I’m pretty sure Akina is too but I’ll have to double check. Do you have a favourite dessert or common pregnancy craving? I can bake us something nice to share,”

You ponder for a moment and shrug, “Anything sweet will do it for me,” the comment makes Yua laugh and nod in understanding.

“I’m sure I can whip something up then,” Yua then turns to the contentedly smiling little girl beside her, who mercilessly consumed half the chunky cookies she had brought over, “Katsumi it’s time to go, cupcake,”

“Okay! Thank you for having us over and for sharing your cookies with us miss (Y/N)!” She grins brightly with crumbs all over her mouth and cheeks and you have to resist reaching forward to squish them between your fingers, mentally thanking Yua for interrupting your urges by wiping at her messy appearance once more.

“It’s no problem, sweetie, please come over again soon, I already love having you as company,” the praise makes her nose turn up slightly as she hums in self-gratification. Katsumi had, at first, been worried that you may be like all the horrible women chasing after her father but she was glad her mom encouraged her to be a good neighbour first; you’re a really nice lady and you’re already good friends with her mom so that’s extra good points in your favour.

“And if you need anything at all, we’re right next door so please give us a shout,” Yua offers, “Katsuki says pregnancy is as tough as being a prohero and always offers to help Akina and Eijiro whenever they need him, so we happily extend the same courtesy to you,”

“Thank you so much!‘ you beam happily, incredibly grateful for their selflessness. If only your own family was this openly supportive and kind.

With a warm goodbye and promise to meet again soon, you see your two new friends out and return to finally enjoy your first cookie. Humming is content, you sigh from bliss. Such a sweet taste.

“You’re really off your game, Denki, you need to sort out whatever it is that’s throwing you off. It’s becoming a danger to everyone on the field,” Kirishima comments as the two sit in opposite hospital beds with bandages covering their unnecessarily sustained injuries.

“I-I’m sorry man…” Kaminari sighs in exasperation, seated at the edge of his bed with his hands grabbing at his blonde hair as he leans forward. The shame swirling within him force his eyes and face away from his close friend and teammate’s eyes, “I just can’t get her out of my head…how could she do that to me?” the blonde begins to ramble as his red-headed friend looks on at him in sympathy, “Give me a non-existent number? Did she not want to keep in contact after all? I’ve dated many girls trying to settle down and I thought she was the one! She’s everything I could ever want in a girl! Beautiful, kind, smart, funny, put together! She actually laughs at my silly jokes, and she has the most beautiful laugh too…” Kaminari smiles and falls back with a dreamy sigh, “She has me on a leash and I want to love her with my everything but instead she plays such a cruel joke on me,” he almost sobs at his miserable reality, “I can take rejection, I’ve had to go through so many already but this…this was too much…she knows I love her, why would she do that to me?”

“Look man…” Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, deep in thought and concern for one of his closest friends, “I don’t know…how can you say you love someone after just one weekend with them?”

“I just do, okay?!” Kaminari snaps, sitting up to glare at his friend, “I love her and that’s not going to change! Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I know we did things backwards but I would do anything for her. She’s not like those other girls, I can see right through them, they’re pretty but (Y/N) is beautiful. They’re sweet but (Y/N) is kind and gentle and loving and funny and charming and mean, in the best way! She makes it so easy to love her. If I could, I would give her the world…” The frustration and sadness coursing through him brings about a static to surround Kaminari’s frame, charging the surrounding metals momentarily.

“Have you tried going to her place?”

“I did but I was too late! She was never there when I went to visit and the last time I went, the gardeners working on the estate told me she had moved out! I spent the best, most blissful two days of my life in that house and she just left it!” Kaminari feels the prickling of tears surface as he breaks down, the heartbreak suffocating him and making it unbearable to even exist. Unable to look at his friend’s broken down state much longer, Kirishima steps forward and pulls the blonde up into a standing hug.

“Why don’t you take a break from hero work, at least? Clearly you need time to think and get yourself together, it’s better you do that away from villains who could cause you and others harm,” Kirishima advises with gentle comforting pats on his best friend’s back.

“...m-maybe you’re right,” Kaminari sighs, the emotional exhaustion evident in his droopy eyes and slouching figure, “look man, I’m sorry for being such a bum…I know you and Akina are expecting and that’s great news I just-...I’m sorry for making this all about my shitty love life,”

“Think nothing of it, Akina’s more worried about cooking for and feeding you herself; she says you’ve lost too much weight these past couple of months and insists on cooking extra portions so that I can bring it over to you. Just get those muscles back and stop worrying about my pregnant wife, okay?…” a scary look begins to cross over Kirishima’s face as he looks down at his blonde friend and colleague, “Because we all know how bad stress is for the baby, right?” Despite Kirishima’s grinning face, Kaminari felt a shiver run down his spine and nods frantically.

“Yeah yeah! Of course, man! Sorry about that!”

When Kaminari had work, at least he was minorly distracted before his mind wandered off to you. Now that he's on leave for ‘mental wellbeing’, as he’s submitted it, he has nothing to distract him and so his mind is always wandering off to the time you two spent together. What bliss. If heaven was a time and place on earth, it would be those two euphoric days.

The first time he saw you, you made his heart stop beating and when you flashed him an innocent smile, the surroundings blurred around him, making you the sole focus of his stare. In that one moment, he already knew that he had to make you his and himself yours. So he approached you, nervous as could be but after the introductory ‘hello’s, conversation flowed smoothly, better than smoothly, in fact. It was as if the two of you had spent all your lives together as close friends and were catching up on things after some time spent apart. You shared laughs and got closer and closer until eventually, the two of you were leaving the venue together and spending the night and weekend at your place.

The night of the gala didn’t end with just amorous, fiery sex, there was also a lot of affectionate aftercare, timid kisses and pillow talk that ranged from deeply meaningful chatter to musings of the most irrelevant things.

That was the most memorable weekend of Kaminari’s life.

He never cooks for anyone, primarily because he knows that he’s horrible at it but he did his best to cook you breakfast the following morning and you didn’t berate his cooking skills at all, you just sat down and ate it with a smile on your face. Kaminari never thought you could become even more beautiful but he was wrong. Was it your quirk? A quirk that charms others and makes them submit to you? If so he’d happily be the one to fall for your charm.

Your time together felt like you were just two normal people in love. He wasn’t a prohero with expectations and responsibilities and you weren’t… He sighs, realising, once again, that he never asked you what you did. Not that it mattered to him, the connection you two shared, the spark that became a flame and continues to burn within him even now, was what truly mattered. It was so easy to get lost in one another and forget about the rest of the world when it was just the two of you that weekend. His one regret was that, it’s now so difficult to find you himself other than the few things he does know.

Everything hurts now but Kaminari doesn’t regret spending that weekend with you. He will never regret loving and being loved by you no matter how much it hurts him to think about it.

Back from his mental health break, Kaminari is on patrol once again. His time spent away helped him centre himself and better handle his thoughts atop doing his hero work but he still can’t stop thinking about you. It’s never going to be easy forgetting someone who he felt destined to meet.

Today he was patrolling a relatively calm district just to ease into the work day. The morning was quiet and peaceful, some fans politely held conversation with him and took some photos every once in a while but it mainly remained serene until a swarming crowd apprehends his attention as he nears the exit point of the park he had been walking through. The mob’s violent movement as an angry horde of bodies made a scowl form on his face, their demanding shouts for answers weren’t hard to miss nor were their flash photography. Paparazzi, the lowest of all scum.

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fionajames · 8 months

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my OCs

Sorry this took so long guys! It was long to type out and I also have a good excuse: I was at basketball and cut my big-toe-nail in half horizontally so had to clean and bandage and what not.

My puppy says hi, btw! (She sat on my lap as I typed this. She was for once not hyper and when she's like that I cuddle her as close as possible.)

@skellymom you asked to be tagged when I posted this so here you go! :D

I rlly hope y'all like this: I've had these guys for a while but never typed up all this stuff.

ALSO IF SOMEONE WANTS TO DRAW THESE GUYS (IDK WHY YOU WOULD CAUSE IM LIKE, IDK, I JUST DONT THINK PEOPLE CARE ABOUT ME AND MY STUFF) THEN GO AHEAD I WOULD LITERALLY CRY OF APPRECIATION

Enjoy!

Request things please!!!

STUFF BELOW THE CUT ITS JUST SUPER LONG!!!!!

OCs included:

Dhole

Vector

Menace

Dice

Bloodshot

Mit

Vick

Meerrt

Dhole (CT-8019)

Dhole is a member of the Coruscant Guard and has curly black hair with the ends dyed the same red as the red armour. His helmet is designed with striking resemblance to both Wolffe and Fox’s.

He has the trademark tan skin as the rest of the clones as well as dark brown eyes and two obvious scars; one on his chest and the other covering his entire left arm.

Dhole is a literal ray of sunshine and when he was a cadet, he constantly followed Wolffe and Fox around - which gave him his name. My idea is that Dholes do exist in Star Wars but they are rare and only live on one planet. Dholes look like a combination of a fox and wolf.

Everyone in the Coruscant Guard is super protective of Dhole because he’s so sweet and literally cheers up everyone. The 104th thought Wolffe was like the scariest person ever and wasn’t soft to anyone until one day they got back from a mission and their Commander was barrelled over by an energetic ray of sunshine and the entire 104th gasped when Wolffe smiled. Their reaction was priceless.

Dhole makes friends with basically everyone, even Senators he’s in charge of watching over. One time, he befriended and saved Bail Organa who then told Fox if Fox didn’t promote Dhole, Bail would join the Separatists. Fox gladly gave Dhole the rank of ARC Trooper.

Dhole befriended Ahsoka once and when he heard about how Tarkin was being sexist and racist he grabbed his pistols to go kill him without a moments hesitation. It took Fox, Thorn and Vector holding him back to stop him.

He did the same thing when he heard Palpatine denying Fox time off work, but overall loves his job. Dhole is very sweet, but also protective in a strange way. He won’t hesitate to hurt/kill someone if they’ve hurt his friends or brothers and most likely will get away with whatever he’s done.

He’s the sunshine of the Coruscant Guard and you hurt him, you die.

Vector (CT-8124)

Vector is a member of the Coruscant Guard and best buds with Dhole. They are quite similar as they are both kind and sweet except Vector is a lot shier. Vector got his name from a little boy he saved as a shiny. The boy asked what his name was and Vector had to explain he didn’t have a name. The boy almost cried before telling Vector that they could share a name - and dubbed him Vector as that was also the boy’s name.

He is the definition of ‘the poet’ from ‘soldier, poet, king’ by the oh hellos. His smart and quiet, but when he speaks up, everyone listens. No one but Dhole really knows his opinion on his work - but he really isn’t bothered by it. The only thing Vector hates doing is paperwork because whilst he’s the best out of the Guard in getting it done fast and well, he finds it boring and time-consuming.

Vector has the same tan skin as the rest of the clones and honey gold eyes. He has brown hair that's dyed blonde on the ends. He has a scar that goes from his right eye, over his nose and then down to the base of his neck. He got the scar from a piece of shrapnel during the First Battle of Geonosis - as all clones (apart from those still on Kamino) participated in the battle.

Everyone in the Guard loves Vector - although in a different way to the way they adore Dhole - and it’s well-known that wherever Dhole is, Vector will be hiding behind him quietly in the shadows.

Vector’s helmet is the same as the regular Corrie helmet except he has a little sun emblem on the forehead - whether it's a nod to Dhole’s sunny nature or not, no one really knows.

Because Vector is so quiet and introverted, he mostly just hangs around with Dhole - and their inseparable - but he also loves Cody, as his Ori’vod respects his silence and is the only other person to figure out a type of communication Vector is okay with.

Menace (CT-7874)

Menace is like Hardcase combined with Fives as a Coruscant Guard member. He’s caff addicted because he loves the energy hit and would probs do drugs if Fox didn’t yell at him so much every time he thought out-loud what it would be like to take them. He’s done deathsticks several times but isn’t addicted cause he’s smart in how he takes them.

Menace got his name because that's what he is - a menace. He’s moody and smart, daring and proud but overall he causes enough chaos that he should be a 501st trooper. He’s best friends with Dice and Bloodshot, and is the bad influence of everyone. He’s got the classic look of a clone trooper except dark brown hair instead of black hair. Menace has a scar covering his left eyebrow from being attacked by an assassin who was trying to kill a senator. Although Menace is chaotic and stupid and fun, he’s devoted to his work and does work very well. He’s kind of like the Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine) of the Coruscant Guard. Menace is the ‘soldier’ again from ‘soldier, poet, king’ by the oh hellos. He’s strong and dedicated, and too determined to be knocked down.

Him, Hardcase and Fives get along like a house on fire and have collectively taken days of sleep from Rex and Fox. His helmet is the classic Corrie helmet although the top left side is completely painted black with licking ginger flames around it - to symbolise Menace’s first helmet which got destroyed in a bombing.

Dice (CT-6346)

Dice has short black hair, tan skin and brown eyes - like the classic clone look. He’s never bothered to change his hair or anything. He has a burn scar that covers his right eye and eyebrow, and a torso scar from his left ankle all the way up his leg and back that ends at his collarbone. Dice is also a member of the Coruscant Guard. He’s the definition of the moon personality - very private about his anxieties and such.

Captain Rex met Dice when he was a shiny and gave him his name upon witnessing the clone bargain his way out of a situation. Dice is a legend and board/card games and is incredibly smart. When dealing with a particularly hard case, Fox always turns to Dice for help. He’s smart, thoughtful and calculating, but he’s a really nice person too. He’s not introverted or extroverted and is just happy to help. Dice loves his work because he loves the challenges different cases provide and finds them interesting to explore.

Dice has the classic Corrie clone trooper helmet except a red dice simple in the middle of the forehead.

Whilst Dice is best friends with Menace and Bloodshot, he’s really close with Rex because he’s the one who gave him his name. Dice can be a little chaotic but he’s usually pretty chill - but always chill with Rex. They get along so well because Rex seems him as a combination of Fives and Echo - smart, funny, kind and everything else.

Bloodshot (CT-3496)

Bloodshot is the ‘king’ of ‘soldier, poet, king’ by the oh hellos, and he’s the most serious of the group. He and Fox get along like a house on fire because their both so tired of the Guard’s antics. He’s a sweet and kind guy and quiet but not in a shy way. Quiet in a menacing way.

Bloodshot has short light brown hair, tan skin and brown eyes, and he’s extremely fit. He has a going from his stomach up his chest, over his neck that hooks around his right ear. He got the scar when he was attacked by an assassin - crazy similar to Menace. He’s dedicated to his work because its his work and no one really knows his other thoughts on the topic.

Bloodshot’s helmet is a regular Corrie helmet with splotches of red over the eyes and a red ‘blood-drop’ on the forehead.

Bloodshot got his name because he drinks a lot of caff - religiously, like man must drink caff - and that causes his eyes to go bloodshot quite a lot. He’s humble about how talented he is as a fighter and extremely quick-witted. When Bloodshot yells ‘Shut up!’ everyone freezes. He’s not the eagerest to do things, but isn’t lazy in the slightest.

If someone is upset you can count on Bloodshot and Dhole going to hunt down and kill whoever hurt their Vod.

No one really understands why Menace, Dice and Bloodshot are so close but they click in a way that you can tell means their platonic soulmates and the truest of brothers.

Bloodshot managed to gain Plo Koon’s love when he rescued a stray-runaway-Youngling and returned her to the Kel Dor. He’s the Ori’vod of the group and is the only possible (apart from Dhole) who can convince Fox to sleep, and takes his responsibility with pride. Although, he probably needs sleep just as much as the Commander.

Xi (CT-5113)

Xi is a member of the 501st and has wavy black hair that falls to just below his ears, brown eyes, tan skin and a small Republic symbol tattooed on his nose. He also has a scar from the tip of his middle finger on his right hand that travels up to his elbow that he got from a crash-landing.

Xi is sort of a combination between the soldier and king from (yet again) ‘soldier, poet, king’ by the oh hellos. He’s funny and kind yet courageous and loyal. Rex is extremely proud of Xi because he’s done many things that have rightfully earned him his ARC Trooper status. Although many people don’t believe it at first, Xi is a strangely good mechanic - and is often the one to fix things in time-ticking situations.

He’s best friends with Mit and is absolutely obsessed with music. Like, most listen to music.

Other than Rex and Mit, Xi gets on with Jesse and Fives amazingly as they share several similar personality traits. They once had a bit too much to drink and got lost on Coruscant but that's a story for another time.

Ahsoka and Xi also get along because Xi is always by her side - no matter what. He would be crushed if anything happened to her. Like his Padawan, Anakin and Xi are friends because of their loyalty, but also love for mechanics. It’s not rare to find them ranting about mechanics together.

Xi’s helmet is similar to Fives except he has painted a blue ‘scar’ over the right eye to match Anakin’s and the left half of the face has Ahsoka’s face markings except in blue. There are two ‘teardrops’ underneath the right eye - which Tup later copied.

Xi is slightly more extroverted then he is introverted but he hides his emotions a lot because he fears that he is being weak and that others have bigger problems than him so he shouldn’t complain. One time, he bottled his emotions up for so long he eventually shattered and Rex spent hours with him calming him down.

Mit (CT-5114)

Mit has a black buzzcut, tan skin and gold eyes with several small scars but none extremely big or noticeable. He’s a member of the 501st and was promoted to ARC Trooper at the same time as Xi for an amazing mission they completed all by themselves. His helmet is the ARC Trooper helmet - like Fives’ - but he has the visor outlined in blue - like Rex’s - and two matching teardrops to Xi’s under the right eye. He has a star personality as he is fun to be around and focuses on enjoying life. Mit’s funny, soft, gentle and brave and contrasts Xi in several ways. Mit is more of a rules-follower than Xi and gets along with Echo well because of it. He and Kix also get along for reasons they don’t really understand.

Mit’s a bit more introverted than extroverted, which contrasts well with Xi, who’s the opposite. Whilst Xi bottles up his emotions, Mit is a lot calmer than that, and very in control of his negative emotions. If he really needs to vent, he will go to Xi or Kix.

Mit really loves reading, and will basically read anything he can get his hands on. It’s not rare to find him dangling from his bed with a datapad scrolling through a book too deeply fixated to hear anything anyone else is saying.

Because he loves to read so much, Mit is the resident clone-translator, and together he and Obi-Wan have translated many things for the others. Sometimes, the two will have conversations in front of others in a different language just to annoy them, and that's where their friendship formed. Mit once saved a small Nautolan boy who only spoke Nautila and managed to get him home. Whilst Xi is good at mechanics, Mit is smart in languages and random knowledge, and the pair use those skills to help the 501st get out of a lot of difficult situations.

Vick (CT-2323)

Vick has neatly cut black hair, tan skin and brown eyes - the classic clone look, just like Dice. He has three triangular scars on his right arm and a scar covering his stomach that he earned when he was attacked by a beast during a mission. He’s a member of the 212th. Vick is the soul/heart as he is very upfront with his beliefs and heart-strong instead of head-strong. He’s sarcastic, brave and kind with everything he does and Cody adores him for it.

Vick’s helmet is the classic 212th clone trooper helmet with two yellow triangles - points facing down - on the cheeks. He’s best friends with Meerrt as they balance each other out extremely well.

Vick is close with Cody as they share the same stupid recklessness but love for the others of their troops and their General. Obi-Wan and Vick get along very well after Vick, Cody, Meerrt and Obi-Wan once got stranded together on a mission and they all discovered Vick’s strange talent in tea-brewing. Now, when they want tea, they hunt down Vick and beg him to make them the drink.

Vick hates drugs and deathsticks but likes to drink on the occasion, as it helps numb the constant reminder of the war. Cody and him sometimes barricade themselves in the barracks and drink till they can’t remember their names in sorrow, side by side for comfort.

When the 212th were on Ryloth, Vick befriended a Twi’lek boy who he constantly denies having a crush on - but most of the 212th don’t believe him. They manage to catch up occasionally and Vick always comes back grinning.

Vick absolutely adores learning about new and different cultures - not the food, as Meerrt has asked several times, no, he loves learning about their non-food-culture. Upon going to new planets, he sticks with Obi-Wan if they don’t speak the same language and asks for translations, which the General happily does.

Meerrt (CT-2361)

Meerrt looks the same as Vick although his hair is slightly longer and scruffier. There is a burn scar covering his left ear and as a result the hair around it was singed slightly so he buzzed it and also has weaker hearing in that ear.

When Vick, Obi-Wan, Cody and him were stranded and they discovered Vick’s tea-making skills, Meerrt got burned in the crash that led to his scar.

He has the classic 212th helmet with a yellow sun emblem on the forehead - similar to Vector’s - and yellow stars on the sides.

Meerrt loves astronomy deeply and endlessly, and spends hours researching it. He has a sun personality meaning he’s slightly more extroverted and bubbly, all smiles for days. He’s encouraging, sweet and funny and the kinda guy you go to for a hug.

Meerrt gets on with Cody because he can cuddle up to the Commander and not get reprimanded or teased for it. Sometimes a clone needs sleep and affection. He also gets along well with Waxer as they both met little kids they sheltered and protected for a bit.

Meerrt met a little Togrutan boy whilst on a mission - who later turned out to be Force-sensitive and was taken to the Temple - who he immediately bonded with. Meerrt had a breakdown when they were separated and stayed gloomy for weeks.

Meerrt doesn’t really like alcohol, deathsticks or anything of the sort but juice like its water. Whenever he can, Meerrt buys as much juice as possible to keep and savour.

Meerrt is a really heavy sleeper and - like most other clones - often has night terrors. He’s mostly silent during these - unlike Vick who screams and thrashes like he’s being attacked and makes everyone pity him - but often seeks comfort from either Vick or Cody afterwards and have a cup of hot chocolate.

Meerrt’s favourite planet they’ve been to is Naboo - where he first participated in the Blue Shadow Virus mission - and he’s visited several times. He once met Padme who showed him around her planet and they built a sweet friendship because of it.

*sighs* that was VERY long and I apologise to anyone who read all of that.

Thoughts on my ocs, please share?!

If anyone wants oneshots/headcanons with these guys (or not!) please please please pleasseeeee tell me!!!!!!

Have a lovely day/night/whatever your time is!!!

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SONIC IDW THEORIZATION/SPOILERS FOR UPCOMING ISSUES!!!

okay so like i just need to yap yap yap about sonic once again sorry guys 😇

dudeee the fact that mimic is probably gonna pretend to be sonic during the race as the phantom rider (get “usurped” as the synopsis put it ) is fucking crazyyyy. i’m really hoping this will be a long arc and it’ll be just as good as the metal virus arc (one of my faves). this is giving archie sonic vibes as well when they did that sonic the fighters story; like they took an old game and adopted it and it somehow works really well (don’t quote me on that tho i haven’t read very much of archie 😭). oh AND the covers make it even more evident, like how 70 B doesn’t have duo anywhere and 71 B literally has two versions of the phantom rider. i wonder if all of clean sweep inc will make more of a bigger stand as a villainous group or if mimic/duo infiltrating is really their only plan as of right now.

regarding the preview page NITE THE GAY OWL IS BACK JUST IN TIME FOR PRIDE MONTH!!! ALSO WHO WAS THAT KOALA FELLER THERYE SUCH A SILLY GOOBER LMAOOO EVEN IF THEY JUST ENDS UP BEING A BACKGROUND CHARACTER I LOVE THEM SM RAHHH but at the same time they look hella uncomfortable being put with surge and kit and i don’t blame them in the slightest they scary af 💀

duo being in the race tho does make it a bit harder to believe that this was his doing if he’s supposed to be participating so another theory that i’ve seen floatin around is that it could be infinite (becus phantom ruby… phantom rider… similar names). honestly this would be amazing becus i’ve always adored infinites design and if we got a chance to see him rewritten as an actually good character i would be so fucking ecstatic

anyways mark your calendars yall MAY 15 ISSUE 69 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️ im so hype

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic fandom #sonic idw #idw sonic #sonic riders #mimic the octopus #infinite the jackal #duo the cat #archie sonic #sonic the hedghog fandom #sonic comics

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mapsareforbraindeads · 4 months

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omg wait do u have more thoughts on light having did cos i would love to hear abt it 🙏 the only time i ever see system light headcanons is in a really ableist way so i would love to hear ur perspective. sorry if this is a weird ask lol

no, it’s fine! ty for enabling me. anyways my thoughts are under the cut.

EXHIBIT A: CONFINEMENT

okay so anyone who’s even remotely into death note knows that light gets amnesia in the yotsuba arc. albeit, self inflicted, but still amnesia. while this instance of amnesia was supernatural and not caused by did, there are other aspects to his behavior that should be addressed. i want to point out his drastic changes in personality after giving up his memories. and no, these have nothing to do with the notebook.

as an example of this, let’s look at chapter 35, when light first loses his memory.

obviously, the many theories of light having an “evil kira alter” are false and extremely ableist. however, that doesn’t mean that another alter couldn’t have switched in at this moment.

take note of light’s thoughts after giving up the notebook. he thinks, “what am i doing here?” which i think was odd wording. after all, he knows why he’s there. he volunteered to be confined under suspicion of being kira. we know that he didn’t lose his memories of this because he constantly refers back to this action within the yotsuba arc. in fact, he references it again in the next panel.

the wording of, “what am i doing here?” rather than something such as, “why did i put myself here?” suggests that either multiple alters were co-conscious, or that a rapid switch took place as his memories were being rearranged.

although, this is not the only inconsistency within light’s wording. let’s look at the next few panels.

L responds to him and repeats light’s request for confinement accurately. instead of saying that he asked for confinement, light has to process his memories for a moment before agreeing with him. as a system myself, this is something i do constantly. it’s common for alters who suffer from blackout amnesia to have to think about when and why they could have said something that they don’t remember.

it’s also common for (usually undiscovered) systems to refute those claims with something like “something must have been wrong with me,” or “i would never say that,” like light did. again, i’m projecting, but the inconsistencies are obvious.

let’s go down the page again.

again, his demeanor shifts and he forgets why he’s in a cell. keep in mind that just a few minutes ago, he admitted that he asked for confinement himself. he knows why this is happening. his brain just won’t let him admit it.

EXHIBIT B: MASKING/FAMILY INTERACTIONS

i’m gonna be jumping around a bit throughout this section, so bear with me.

if there’s anyone who’s known light for a long time, it’s his family. and by extension, light knows them well too. they know light’s habits and light knows theirs. he tries to appear “normal” in his family’s eyes, but there are times when visible amnesia slips though the cracks.

let’s start in chapter 3.

light’s usual plan relies on him being a perfect son/brother to his family. he helps sayu with her homework, he wants to join his father in the police force, and he cares deeply for his mother.

now, in what world would light have to say that he’ll be cleaning his room, so he doesn’t want his mom to come in? we know that he starts locking his door after he obtains the death note, so why would he have to say this? especially when sachiko herself says that she hasn’t cleaned his room in years.

this may seem like a stretch, but this is likely either an alter that hasn’t fronted in years, or a simple lapse in memory caused by amnesia barriers. but it’s obvious that this interaction, and the others like it, are out of character for the light we know.

next, i’d like to compare and contrast two pages. one from chapter 3, and the other from chapter 9.

both of these statements from light are extremely contradictory. in chapter 3, light states that if he messes up, his only option would be to kill his family in order to remain active as kira. while in chapter 9, light says that if anything happens to his family, he would see to it that kira was executed. or rather, that he would cease activity or turn himself in.

one factor in his differing behavior is who he’s speaking to. in chapter 3, he speaks with ryuk and in chapter 9, he speaks with his family. obviously he’s more candid with ryuk, but ryuk himself states that light has a “soft spot” for his family and could never directly hurt them.

these pages show two different thought processes that light uses throughout the series. one that needs to protect the body at all costs through whatever means necessary, and one that prioritizes the lives of loved ones instead.

i could go deeper into this, but i don’t feel like it. i hope you enjoyed your essay 🫶🏻

#vari answers #death note #mutuals #light yagami #did system #did headcanons

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Dressed for revenge 8. Let me hold you

A/N: There’s only one part left after this one for this arc. Hope you enjoy this one.

CW: talks of death, talks of abuse, fluff, angst, character death.

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End of November 2023, Bill and Frank’s house

Days pass slower in Bill and Frank’s cocoon. It makes it even harder to wait for Ghost to get better. In those days, Joel has time to finish a new set of bow and arrows for Ghost, all carved by hand.

He also has the time to notice how Bill and Frank’s health have rapidly tumbled. Frank’s, especially. The man was in a wheelchair, and he got thinner by the day. They obviously didn’t have much time left, Joel knew. And if they got attacked? There would be no way these two would make it out alive.

Therefore, when Bill and Frank asked Joel a big favor, he accepted.

End of November 2023, Ghost’s room

They had been in a comatose state for roughly three days, coming back and drifting away from time to time. Joel made sure they got some water and stayed a long time by their side. The penicillin took longer to do its job in Ghost’s weak and tired body.

But finally, they opened their eyes completely while Joel was spreading fresh water on their lips. He meets their gaze, retrieves his hand awkwardly.

“Not creepy at all.” Ghost says in a raspy voice.

“Sorry for makin’ sure you don’t die of dehydration.” He says as he sits back, his arms crossed on his chest. “How you feelin’?”

“Very sweaty.” They finally take the time to look around them. They’re in a warm, cozy room in a well-maintained house. “Where are we?”

“At the house of some ol’ people I know. You’re safe, don’t worry.”

They were going to get out of the bed, but they feel too self-conscious while Joel is there. He seems to understand and leaves them to be. Ghost puts a shirt back on, notices how their back hurts less, then they come out of the room. They probably look like a literal ghost.

Two men they don’t know are sitting in the living-room with Ellie. The girl lets out a little scream and jumps on her feet to greet Ghost. She wraps her little arms around their middle. Amused, Ghost caresses her brown hair.

“Thought you were fucking dead!” Ellie leaves them. Behind her, Joel is hiding a smile.

One of the men, the one in the wheelchair, speaks in a pleasant tone.

“We’re happy to see you up. If you want, you can take a bath and we’ll have some clean clothes waiting for you. Bill, can you get the clothes for me honey?”

“Sure, Frank.” He turns around, awkwardly. “Do you… prefer masculine or feminine clothes?”

“I… Just get me both, please, I’ll choose. Thank you.”

“Sure thing.”

End of November 2023, the bathroom

They feel so out of place, in this comfortable bath. This place… it was surreal. It was like… they had gone back in time. Before everything happened.

Their soapy hands wash their flat chest, fresh water making their tattoos appear darker. The skin is still raised and pink in some places, where large scars appeared. No matter what they did, they couldn’t hide them completely.

They wash all the dirt from their body.

All the years of abuse.

Of unwanted touches.

They just keep the memory of Wyatt close to them. The warmth of his bear hugs.

They didn’t expect to need a hug so much.

But hell, they did.

End of November 2023, Ghost’s room

When they go back to their room, they find two piles of clothes. They decide on some black cargo pants, a white t-shirt with a foreign band name and an oversized, thick, black, and white long-sleeved shirt. Their feet find the familiarity and warmth of their old used boots.

As they get dressed, they notice something else on the bed.

A brand-new bow, tainted in a dark, shiny, wood-tone. They circle their hand around it to look at the weapon closer. It was all carved, with tiny, intricate details. Leaves, glimpses of nature. They also find a set of matching arrows.

They strap it to their back and leave the room.

“Where’s Joel?” They ask.

“Outside, said he was goin’ on a walk.” Responds Bill.

They thank him with a nod, and almost run outside, despite the colder temperature. Still, there is less snow here, and it’s not as cold as what they are used to.

It’s like they’re in a phantom city – like everybody had run away and left everything intact. It doesn’t take them a long time to find Joel’s silhouette, the older man walking in the street. They run faster to get to him.

“Joel!”

He turns around, eyes wide when he sees Ghost running towards him, thinking there’s a problem. They stop and retrieve their breath.

“Joel, did you make this?” They ask as they show him the bow. “D-Did you?” They don’t know why, but tears are burning their eyes.

Joel nods in silence and raises shaky hands to wipe their tears away. This time, they don’t even squirm, they just accept the touch.

“I did.” He finally says.

“Thank you, it’s… it’s beautiful.”

He doesn’t know how to react, especially when Ghost wraps their arms around him and hides their face in his neck. They breathe him in, trying to keep this scent in their memory. It takes a few seconds for him to hold them too, arms around their shoulders.

“You smell better… Did you take a shower?” They ask with a teasing smile.

Joel rolls his eyes and looks down at them.

“Hmhm. I did.”

For a few seconds, his eyes follow the curve of their lips. But before he can do anything, he hears Ellie yelling something about dinner being ready.

They separate, the warmth of the other lingering on their body for a moment as they walk back to the house.

End of November 2023, dining room

“What?! We’re already leaving?!” Ellie asks.

“Ellie. Manners.” Joel groans. “Look, we have to get to Tommy… and we have to keep going. It was temporary, kid, you know it.”

Ghost feels bad for keeping them behind on their trip.

“We have a truck you can take. We’ll fill it with stuff you might need to get there safely. And take anything you want. After all… we won’t need it anymore.” Frank says.

Ellie frowns, Ghost keeps eating, and Joel just doesn’t say anything. He knows.

“Tonight, Bill and I will die peacefully.” He says as he places his hand over his lover’s. “We’re old. We had a good life. We just ask that you bury us in the morning. The snow isn’t too deep in the backyard. And in the spring… come back and plant a garden for us.”

“That’s what we asked Joel in return for our hospitality.” Bill adds.

Somehow, Ghost feels like it’s all their fault. Frank sees the pain in the way their brows are arched down.

“Hey… this has nothing to do with you. I’m sick. It’s not curable.” Frank adds with a reassuring smile, despite the darkness of the subject.

But it seems like death is following them everywhere they go.

They excuse themselves and leave the table to go to their room.

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Accidental Mistress - Nothing Holding Me Back

I am. So tired. I've had like... three and a half hours of sleep that were split into two chunks, five hours apart. Emergency vet shenanigans in the wee hours of the morning. Everyone is fine, although we are all sleepy. BUT I DIGRESS. Even sleep deprivation won't interrupt today's release schedule! Mostly because I already had this one fully written... Whatever. Onward!

(For more Accidental Mistress content, check out the Master Post.)

Please do not reblog to non kink blogs, minors DNI.

Title: Nothing Holding Me Back

Word Count: 1,601

Content and Warnings: snz (male)

In which a kitchen mishap spurs Noelle to a level of boldness she has not shown before, for which Oraion suffers the consequences.

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After nearly a year of living together, the witch Noelle had largely grown used to the sound of her demon companion Oraion's sneezing as it echoed throughout her tower on a daily basis. Of course, this did not mean that she no longer took note when it happened, only that it no longer startled her as often as it did at first. Although, when he would sneak up behind her while she was distracted and sneeze right next to her—then it most definitely startled her.

It was not unusual for him to sneeze in multiples, and oftentimes he would have full-blown fits, but usually these only lasted for a minute or two at most. So when Noelle glanced at the small clock that sat next to the open book on her desk and realized that Oraion had been sneezing at varying intervals for about ten straight minutes, she became a touch concerned.

She followed the sound down through the tower until she found the demon in the kitchen with his hands gripping the edge of the counter. His head was bowed, red hair falling around his face and concealing most of it from Noelle’s viewpoint behind him. His long tail swayed to and fro, its sweeping arc interrupted by the odd, erratic twitch.

“Guh… h-heh- heh! … mmnh -sniff- … hih… ah-hehh- HEH! -hhnnng n-no! No, I-I’m not guh-going t-to s- s- hiihh- augh-”

“Um, Oraion?”

He jumped and turned to look over his shoulder. Streaming, red-rimmed eyes met Noelle’s with a wide look of surprise before they fluttered closed.

“Oh n-no- eh-hiih- hiiihh- hiiIIHH- HIIIESHOOO!”

Noelle stepped further into the room. “A-are you alright? What happened?”

Oraion rubbed a finger beneath his septum and sniffled. His nose was quite red and inflamed, with the flush crossing his cheeks and into his long ears. As she drew closer, something on the counter past him caught Noelle’s eye: an overturned spice jar with its contents spilled and scattered across the surface.

“Is that pepper?”

Oraion nodded.

“H-had a bit of a mishahhh-hap, uh, -snnff- a-and it, uh, it- we-went hehHEHehh! nnguh- -ssdnff- w-went everywhere.”

Another pass of his finger beneath his nose. Grains of pepper stuck to his upper lip, and Noelle realized that he was covered in it, like he’d been doused by a very confused demon hunter who knew that some common kitchen spice repelled demons but couldn’t quite remember that it was salt. It was in his hair, on his skin, stuck to his clothes—just what kind of ‘mishap’ could have caused all this?

“Oh, I-I’m sorry. You could have gotten me, I would have helped clean you up.”

“W-well, I could c-clean it up if I wa- heh- w-wanted.” He held up a hand and mimed snapping his fingers, the gesture he usually used to cast spells. “But I thought this was -sdnnff- an excellent opportunity to p-p- ihh-hiiihhh- mmnh- ahem, practice huh-holding back.”

Noelle blinked. “That’s why you’ve been sneezing for the past ten minutes?”

“H-has it only b-been that long? Fe-feels like hours- eh-hehh! Mmmhh- No, I duh-don’t hah-have to sne- snee- heh-heh- sneeheeze! heh-hehh- HEH! Oh shit, y-yes I d-do-! hiiihh-hhiIIHH! HIIHSSHHIIEW!”

It felt so awkward not to say anything after he sneezed, but he also didn’t like being blessed—which, as a demon, was fair, she supposed. Instead, she had started rubbing his arm as a little gesture of acknowledgement, so she reached out and stroked him.

“-snnffft- Thanks.”

“Mm. So, you’re sort of… testing your limits?”

“You could seh-heh- s-say that. Oh, gods, it burns.”

Noelle shifted her weight and fidgeted with her hands as a strange feeling crept into her. There was something about his effort to hold back, stubbornly withholding relief from his tortured nares, florid and sniffling and begging for release from the burning tickle of the pepper that still clung to him—it made her want to see him fall apart and succumb to a fit all the more. After living with the incubus for so long, perhaps he’d rubbed off on her more than she thought.

“Gosh, you poor thing. Um, let me get something to help.”

As she crossed the kitchen she wondered what he thought she meant. Perhaps a remedy to ease his symptoms. Instead she accessed the pantry and reached up amongst the hanging bunches of drying herbs, taking down a fairly fresh bundle of fragrant lavender. The sing of her pulse raced in her veins. Managing her excitement was key—with him already being sneezy she could get away with a certain level of interest, but if she let herself get too hot and bothered the demon’s intrinsic sense for her arousal might tip him off that she was up to something.

She kept the herbs hidden behind her back as she approached Oraion. The demon was still absorbed in rubbing and sniffling and trying not to sneeze. Noelle bit her lower lip. She had never done something this bold before. Despite her best efforts, Oraion must have suspected something. He paused with a knuckle under his nose and locked eyes with her.

“M-Mistress-?”

It was now or never. One last step to cross the remaining space between them, and Noelle produced the bundle of lavender. She had meant to wave it beneath his nose, but she was so nervous she actually shoved the flowers directly into his face. One of the flower heads poked directly into a nostril.

“O-oh, oops…”

The effect was instantaneous.

“Wh-what are you-?! hehh-HEHH! HAESHIUU! heh-TCHOO! ih- hih- HIHH- HIHH’SHIIEW! Guh- l-lavender- -snnff- M-Mistress you know hehh-how muh-much lavender tiihhhckles me! hiihh! hiih’ISSHU-ISSHU-ISSHU-hih-SHOO!”

Noelle bit her lower lip and pulled back the flowers.

“I-I know, but don’t you think you’ll feel so much better if you let out all those sneezes you’ve been keeping in?”

“B-but th-eh-heh-hehISHIUU! th-the p-pe- heh-hehh-HEHH’TCHiu! p-pepper, I- heh- I can’t- HEH!”

“Mm-hmm, so you’d better sneeze it all out, now, okay?”

With a little more care, Noelle shook the flowers just in front of his nose. Ever the obedient Servant, Oraion’s eyes squeezed shut as his chest heaved, sucking in a great, hitching breath.

“ehh-hhHEEHHhh! hehHHSHHHIIIEW! ah-hahh-aaahhh! GEH-SHHIIUUU!”

Desperate to expel the combined onslaught of the burning pepper and allergenic pollen, Oraion’s suffering sinuses unleashed sneeze after violent sneeze with hardly a moment for breath. He’d had helpless fits before, but never had the urge felt so damned intense. It burned and itched along his entire nose, from nares to bridge and back through his nasal cavity. It wouldn’t be so bad if it felt like the sneezes were earning him any actual relief. Instead he just sneezed and sneezed while that spot just below the bridge, his most sensitive and ticklish, buzzed with a tortuous intensity.

He pressed the back of his hand beneath his nose and quickly dampened it with a messy sheen. Tears streamed from his eyes, which he could hardly keep open, but he noticed that Noelle was holding something up other than the cursed bundle of lavender: a handkerchief. He’d no idea what had gotten into her to make her torment him so, but he wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. Instead of grabbing the handkerchief, he grabbed the hand holding it with both of his own and pulled it in so she was holding the cloth to his nose. He’d see to it she felt every last outburst of this fit she’d inflicted on him.

Even muffled into the handkerchief his sneezes were heavy and unrelenting. Now touching Noelle skin-to-skin, he could even more clearly sense her arousal. Gods but she was enjoying this, wasn’t she? Little sips of pleasure flowed into him, and the more his sneezing thrilled her, the more he began to enjoy it himself. Build and release—he couldn’t deny it was almost like sex. Now if only he could breathe.

Noelle began to worry that maybe she had gone too far. It took quite some time before Oraion’s fit showed any signs of stopping. When it did begin to slow down, though, she noticed that the little sounds the demon started making in the growing spaces between each sneeze were almost… erotic. As if she wasn’t already turned on enough. When he’d forced her to hold the handkerchief for him, she thought she might faint on the spot.

“Ngguh…-snnf- Since when did you ge-get so aahssertive? HEHshu!”

Noelle dropped her chin slightly while looking up at Oraion over the rim of her glasses.

“I suppose I have a good teacher…”

Oraion’s own scarlet eyes lit up with a hungry gleam.

“Oh, you’re going to be the deh-death of m-me- heh! HEH’ISSHIEW!”

He finally let go of her hand and took the handkerchief himself, blowing his nose into it several times. Noelle touched his elbow.

“Should we get you cleaned up, then? After that, maybe we could… lie down together. You know, until you catch your breath.”

Oraion chuckled. “Oh, are you certain you want to do the cleaning up part? -snnff- Don’t want me getting pepper all over the bed? All over you?”

“Hm, that might be a little less pleasant for me than you think.”

“Well, that’s fair. Don’t want it getting into any sensitive places… hehsshhiu! -snf- Plus that adorable nose of yours is so regrettably stubborn. Someday I’ll tease a sneeze out of you, Mistress. -snf- Soon as I find something that works, anyway.”

Noelle blushed. “Oh, y-you don’t need to worry about that.”

“I know I don’t, but it would please you.” He touched her chin with his fingertips. “And I am always looking for new ways to do that.”

#accidental mistress #oraion the allergic incubus #noelle the awkward witch #snzblr #snz #snz kink #snz ocs #sneeze kink #snzfic #sneeze fic #snzfucker

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itstimewehavesomesoliddick · 9 months

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I remember when the gameplay trailer for payday 3 came out you kinda vague posted about disliking it, did you ever elaborate on what you disliked?

@metalgeara-10cii-arc-210 sorry for the delay but here it is

Basically I've seen footage of the beta since then and some things aren't as bad as I thought but I still see a lot being wrong with it, some of my thoughts about it are below (tl;dr at the bottom)

The UI is worse, they had a perfect coop hud in payday 2, all it needed was to fit indicators for some of the new mechanics and it would have been fine, now you have to play a guessing game of which health bar is yours while going cross eyes because all you ammo and equipment stats are on the other side of the screen, and they got rid of the interaction circle for some reason, so instead of having a very clear indicator of how long an action takes, now you have to squint to look at a tiny square filling up (also they added a crosshair for filthy casuals)

I still have gripes with the gazillion particle effects on some things because unreal engine move, especially the grenades, turns out the flashbang also blinds you by making you not know what the fuck you're looking at thanks to patented Nvidia PhysX™ drivers

I still hate the new look of all the characters, heisters look unnaturally lanky (and the devs getting rid of the suits as the default outfit), all the SWAT guys look the same, all blue uniform black tacticool gear, which is a big departure from 2 where you could always easily tell SWAT tiers and types apart (even on normal the heavy SWATs had a distinctive white helmet and yellow shoulder pads), plus the new special enemy designs sucks, the bulldozer went from a bulky green (or full black) EOD guy that easily stood out in a crowd to basically a blue SWAT guy but bulkier, the Taser went from having a different silhouette and color palette to just another blue SWAT with a couple of yellow bits glued on him, the new grenadier is the same, same base color, just muted red bit, a gasmask (same color as balaclavas) and grenades on his chest to tell him apart, they also made the cloaker go from a stealthy ambusher that punished going around alone and rewarded watching your teammates' backs to a fast walljumping ninja

I also hate the new look of equipment, in the first two game all your equipment had this jury-rigged-with-hardware-store-parts look, medic bags were just that, a bag filled with pharmacy first aid supplies, the ammo bag was a bag full of gun store ammo boxes (before being a rucksack full of magazines), the old look of the turrets was and MP5 rigged to a raspberry pi with 2 motors inside of a tool case, now we have this futuristic self deploying milspec futuristic turret, or clean cases of kevlar plates, it really took away quite a bit of the aesthetic (like how the first hideout was a laundromat's basement)

Then there's mechanics like being able to shoot through a shield's viewport, which completely nullifies their purpose of rewarding teamplay by making someone need to flank them, and they're completely cheapened as an obstacle since you can just slide to stagger them (instead of breaking your leg by sliding on asphalt into a level 4 shield being held by SWAT operator wearing 30 pounds of gear), besides we already had an enemy invincible from the front unless you took an accurate shot, it was call a tan SWAT

Speaking of sliding, there's all the trend chasing flavor of the year mechanics, the sliding being one of them, there's the power meter that you fill with kills they stole from RAID:WW2 so you can pull a more powerful weapon out of your ass, sure some weapons in payday 2 were silly like that, but grenade launchers were usually balanced out by a poor ammo economy

Also now your armor doesn't automatically regenerate apparently (unless I'm getting this wrong), I really don't see the point of having two healthbars that don't regenerate on their own, I always thought the point of it was to allow you to pop out of cover and to reward some risk, now I don't know what they're trying to do

I'm also not a fan of the new skills system, basically they replaced the old one, which promoted teamplay with different trees/roles all bringing different things that helped the team, now it's closer to an ARPG, with 3 different effects that trigger buffs depending on conditions, effects that can stack and chain together etc, it's all very min-max-y, because ARPG mechanics is exactly what I wanted in my Heat (1995) simulator

Speaking of trend chasing, they seem to be copying the Modern Warfare reboots for this one, by both having the same tacticool animations as everyone else (especially the grenade throw) and by making the guns wildly shake from left to right because that's how recoil works apparently

Another domain they're emulating the MW reboot in is the sound, with guns that sound muffled and completely lack punch and bass like a sewing machine, whereas Payday 2's weapons sounded great, this might be due to Simon Viklund leaving, which also brings me to my next point:

No Bain = no buy, I know Simon hated doing the voice, and I'd have easily settled for Locke, but instead of a professional, experienced criminal mastermind or an Afrikaner veteran mercenary, we now have an irritating, sarcastic, quippy, annoying mission control

This also applies to the music, half of Payday was the fantastic soundtrack by Viklund and with him gone, I'm not sure I want to hear whatever they replaced him with

After audible pain, I can talk about a visual one, and the fact that even in the beta there's also eyepopping oversaturated CS:GO tier weapon skins plus weapon charms and stickers, which also shows their priority, I hated the weapon skins in Payday 2 since day 1, 95% of them looked terrible and I don't expect it to get any better, which also brings me to my final point

When I saw the menus for Payday 3, it was clear to me that they wouldn't be caught lacking a second time monetization wise. When Payday 2 released, it was never meant to have weapon skins or purchasable outfits, and those menus reflected that, but not in Payday 3, everything is already ready for it to be a live service game with all the gazillion DLC cosmetics you could imagine, the menus are all already set up to be filled with purchasable items down the line, leaks already showed "payday credits" so I have a feeling that we're already headed down microtransaction road, even with the cope of "muh it's just for cosmetics!", especially knowing their publisher Starbreeze (the same one that made them break their promise of never putting in microtransations in 2, they made that promise for the last game, yet now they're already implementing the framework for them before it got out of the beta)

TL;DR: Just like in many other cases, Payday started out as an indie franchise with a unique and interesting premise, then the sequel got popular and monetized, the studio grew, and now the latest entry is nearly unrecognizable from the original, completely diluted by time and the core studio founders leaving, they used to be a stone standing out of the river, now time has made them a grain of sand going with the current

Payday went from Heat (1995): The Videogame to Just Another Modern Shooter (Cops & Robbers flavor)

I might end up getting it much later down the line but I'll be real with you, I loved Payday since 1, I slowly watched it move further and further away from what it was and for this one, I'm not hyped at all

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xluciifer · 3 months

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Oh Lucifer, what did you do?

Oh! You must be new to the blog and the shit that's ensued on here! Welcome! Long story short, @k1ttyb0t and Lucifer have a complex relationship with one another. She one day (accidentally) followed him home and never left. They got to know each other, she helped him with his depression to the point he actually thought he was getting better!

He often forgets she's a sex bot, always seeing her as a woman that deserves nothing but the upmost respect! It took him a while before he finally allowed Kitty to do what she's best at, she's unleashed things inside him he never knew he craved and eventually, he actually started to grow deep feelings for her.

He has no idea what she actually does outside when she leaves his home but he always misses her when she's gone, the constant company makes the loneliness feel heavier now. They've done almost everything under the sun together once he allowed himself to open up to her (but not about his trauma). And that's where tragedy struck in their relationship.

Kitty had begun to feel and understand somewhat what she was starting to feel for Lucifer, he's spoken vaguely about missing his wife but never indulged further into it. One day while cleaning around, she ran into an old audio clip that contained Lilith's voice that Lucifer had hidden away and out of reach. Kitty being a highly advanced machine thought it would be something nice for Lucifer to hear the voice of the person he missed. And portray her feelings the best she could through it as well.

In the midst of a session of making love together, riling him up into his demon form which she loved doing to him. Out of the kindness of her robotic form, she used Lilith's audio clip of her saying 'I love you' for the first time to Lucifer. It should've been an endearing and sweet moment for them, but it wasn't.

Remember how I said audio clips were hidden and kept away from reach and how anytime he spoke of Lilith, it was very vaguely? And lastly, how he has never spoken of his trauma to Kitty? Suddenly, in a heat of passionate, he hears the voice of a ghost and it triggered a trauma response in him - and while he was in his demon form.

Lilith and Lucifer didn't have a good relationship. He gaslit himself constantly, trying desperately to keep hold of any good image of Lilith but she was a good foundation to his trauma along with Heaven. And once Kitty had shared her true feelings to him through the voice of someone that hurt him; he blacked out, and instead of seeing Kitty beneath him, he saw Lilith. And all the resentment and rage he keeps inside lashed out and he ended up choking and manhandling Kitty, something he would've NEVER done. But in the midst of a traumatic response, he didn't realize what he did until afterwards.

And I'm not saying how he responded was okay, but fuck, is he tearing himself apart about it. Kitty was the closest thing he had to feeling any semblance of love in the longest time. As a little sided note too, he has his sigil also placed somewhere hidden on her body too because of how deeply he cared for her, one that she, herself, doesn't know about either. So if by chance she ever were in trouble, he'd be notified immediately.

SORRY THIS GOT LENGTHY, but it's where Kitty and I are at right now with Lucifer/Kitty until we can get their next arc going: Kitty running into the arms of Mammon and Lucifer learning about it, finding it the chance to be able to apologize and get her back.

#k1ttyb0t #long post cw #ME AND KITTY HAVE PLOTTED FOR A WHILE SO IT'S LUCIFER'S MOST INDEPTH RELATIONSHIP ON THIS BLOG THATS DEAR TO MY HEART.#blog lore.#sinner questions.#ooc ; out of heaven

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Heyooo, ya gurl's back!

》Post-War Arc mha spoilers《

Since Aizawa and a bunch of other heros have officially retired, what do you think that he does in his past time? More specifically, do you think he'd get into a relationship?

I feel like Present Mic would push him soooooooooo much, but not as much due ti how much they lost-

Ikkk this js cliche, but what if he meets up with skmeone at a cafe. And becomes a regular JUST to talk to her?? 😏😏

omg hi! I loved this idea so so so so much and I am so sorry that this took so long!!! i really hope I did well! thank you so much for the request lovely, i love getting requests from you!!!

You Deserve Love - Shota Aizawa

Pairing - Shota Aizawa x reader

Warnings - SPOILERS FOR WAR ARC!!!!

Word Count - 1,107

Notes - again, i am super sorry that this took so long, but i had a lot of fun writing it, ive just been super busy lately. thanks again for the request and I hope you have an awesome day, lovely!!! <3333

ALSO I HAVE GREAT NEWS! REQUESTS ARE BACK OPEN!!!!!! YAY!! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

“Dude, I still don't get why you won't even try to get into dating.” Mic slumped down on the couch in his and Aizawa’s shared office. “Mic,” Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to Hizashi. “I can barely move in my state. I'm still trying to get used to the prosthetic leg. Plus, Eri told me I look like a pirate yesterday. Let’s just say my confidence isn't exactly through the roof right now.” “But Shota, YOU’RE HOT!” “Thanks Mic.” Aizawa giggled softly and stood up, still limping to get over to the couch where he sat next to Mic. “I bet if you went out in public right now, women would be fawning over you. And that mysterious manly thing you got goin’ on.” Aizawa just giggled and slumped on the couch face first, groaning into a pillow. “What’s wrong, Shota?” Aizawa pulled his face away from the pillow and looked up at Mic, whose head was tilted and he had a concerned look in his eye.

“Okay,” Aizawa sat up and hugged the pillow he groaned into earlier. “Look, I really want to get into dating. I do. It's just… I don't really feel like the guy I did three weeks ago. This whole eye thing is super sudden and I can't even walk around normally. I'm not a hero anymore, Mic. I had to retire.” “So? That just gives you more time to get yourself out there. Hang out with the ladies.” Mic nudged Aizawa and raised his eyebrows. “Sure Mic, whatever you say.”

Mic didn't understand. He had three jobs and he was still allowed to be a hero. All while Aizawa sat at home by himself and watched the time tick by. It wasn't fair. He knew it was childish to think that way, but it wasn't. He wanted, more than anything, to be fighting. He wanted to be helping. He didn't want to be useless. But all he could do was wait for Mic to leave and slowly, but surely, make it way over to his favorite coffee shop.

Aizawa had been going to this coffee shop ever since he got his injuries. It had finally given him the time to relax, even if he didn't want it. Plus, the coffee was good.

“Morning Eraserhead!” You ran up to the counter with a bright smile on your face cleaning a cup. “So, wanna be adventurous today or just the usual.” Aizawa smiled softly at you. “Give me your favorite.” Your smile somehow got even brighter as you ran off to make your favorite coffee.

Aizawa didn't want to admit it, but you were really the reason that he kept coming to that coffee shop. You brightened his depressing life. You always smiled and had something nice to say to him. Plus you were a good listener and were willing to spend your entire break just talking to him. He was very thankful to you. Without you, he would probably be in an even deeper hole and just a pit of sadness.

“Okay, here’s my favorite drink. Tell me what you think, Eraserhead. It's not for everyone, but I think you might like it.” You watched with a smile as Aizawa took a drink, thinking it over for a couple of seconds. “Hm…” You tilted your head and looked at the drink. “What do you mean, ‘hm’?” “Hm…” Aizawa put his hand on his chin and thought for a moment. “Shota, what do you mean, ‘hm’?!” You grabbed the drink and took a sip and thought it over for a second yourself. You looked over at Aizawa to see him with a shit eating grin, making you giggle. “You were just playing with me, weren't you, Shota?!” He smiled and grabbed the cup back from you, taking a long sip with a smile on his face. “This is really good. No wonder you like it so much.”

Aizawa kept denying that he was falling in love. He didn't deserve someone like you. You were this ball of sunshine that was always there for him, but he was nothing. He couldn't even call himself a hero anymore. Now he was just… Shota. Shota Aizawa. He didn't want to fall in love. He wasn't allowed to anymore.

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“What do you mean you’re ‘not allowed to fall in love’? Sure you are. Everyone is.” You hung up your apron and sat next to Aizawa. “Look, I'm not Eraserhead anymore. Sure, it's flattering that you still call me that, but I just feel like I don't deserve anyone anymore. Not even my roommate and I've known him since high school.” “Who’s your roommate?” You took a bite out of an old stale croissant that’s been sitting in the cabinet since that morning. “Present Mic.” “Oh shit! Really?!” Aizawa giggled. “Yeah. Pretty funny, huh?” “Yeah. I knew that you knew Hizashi, but I didn't know you knew him for that long.” “Oh, so you’re on a first name basis?” You giggled, holding your coffee in between your hands that were covered by your sweater sleeves. “Yeah, he's a regular here too.” “Oh, gotcha.”

His heart sank. Of course Mic was a regular. Aizawa wasn't the only one you talked to. You were nice because you had to be.

“And don't think you can avoid that whole ‘I'm not allowed to fall in love’ thing, Shota.” “Oh, you’re back on that?” You giggled and nodded, taking a sip of your drink. “Fall in love with whoever you want, Shota. It might take a while, but…” You sighed and looked down at your hands that were shaking. “Can I be honest, Aizawa?” “S-Sure.” He could feel himself beginning to shake. He knew what you were about to say. You were going to tell him that he should give up. That you didn't care about him. That- “I really like you, Shota. I… uh… want a little more than our coffee dates… I just… Do you wanna go somewhere nice for dinner, Sho?” You looked up at Aizawa, whose mouth was gaping open. You giggled. “What?” “Y-You wanna go on a date with me?” You nodded and grabbed Aizawa’s hand. “You deserve the most love right now, Eraserhead. So please let me show you that love.” Aizawa could feel himself tearing up, but he had to hold it back. “I-I would love to go on a date.” “Great!” You smiled and checked your watch. “Well, I gotta get back to work, Sho. I can't wait for our date.” You pressed a small kiss on his cheek and ran back behind the counter.

Maybe Aizawa did deserve love.

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nonbinarynightcrawler · 9 months

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okok omg it's been a minute lets see if I can remember everything without having my notes in front of me (This post is going to be SO long bc I am going to attempt to include relevant art I am so sorry. There are also quite a few Fortune Looks in here since he pretty frequently switched up his disguise during this arc. Also sorry) [I reached an image limit LMAO. I will be doing a second part to this post]

You said the last time I updated properly was about him dealing with family/patron-related drama - that was back when he was about to die, panicked and used an item the Traveler gave him, and said item bamfed him directly in front of his mother. Which would be the first time he'd seen her since he ran away seven whole years ago

He was in a magical disguise, but he said exactly one word and his mother definitely recognized his voice. He bolted, because that's the only way he knows how to deal with things, and did not stop until he was off his family's estate and found a place to hide away in his hometown.

The party was still roughly a full day's ride away, and he didn't know exactly what to do. The cleric, Adelaide, called him twice while he was running. The exchange basically went.

"Fortune. Where the hell are you. I know you're not inside the big purple worm anymore because I specifically use magic to make sure I know where you're at when we're fighting but it doesn't work when we're far enough away. Are you alive." "UHHHHHH I'm home now. Please hurry. I can't be alone here."

So the party wraps up the quest the were on (killing some purple worms in a quarry) and heads off with the intent to get to Fortune's hometown as soon as possible.

Fortune holes up in his favorite old cafe for a while, but he's nervous and antsy and his thoughts are going a mile a minute, so he only sits still for about 45 minutes before taking off again. He has time, and he needs to do something before he reached full panic attack mode.

So he goes to his old best friend/arranged fiancé's family estate. He's been thinking about his friend, Kel, basically since he knew they were going to be passing through the city. He sent Kel a letter that essentially said "hey uhhhh I'm gonna be in town. can we talk? also my name is Fortune now xoxo" He has no idea if it has gotten to him yet.

So he ends up at the estate. He finds one of Kel's little sisters, and asks if Kel is home. He's not, but she goes to get her other older brother, Nasar. Fortune claims to be an old family friend, and makes sure the two of them are alone before dropping his magical disguise and going "haha uh... surprise?"

Nasar, bless him, took things pretty in stride. Even as Fortune was all fucked up and covered in worm guts and trying very hard to explain himself. He asks if Nasar can hide him from his parents, since he can't exactly go home right now. Since he ran away and everything.

Apparently, Fortune's family said he had been sent to a convent as an explanation for his disappearance - because he was so against the idea of getting married.

Nasar kind of shrugs and said that all "worked out" in the end. Because the engagement agreement wasn't fully broken off, but just shifted - the Sabets promised a daughter to the Summercrowns, and they had a whole other daughter to promise. They had to extend the engagement since Fortune's younger sister (Bless) just very recently turned 18 etc etc.

Fortune tries to explain a little more, Nasar still takes it very in stride.

King shit.

There's some more back and forth. It is determined that Kel is not actually at home today, Fortune cleans up a little, gets some more info, and leaves another little letter with Nasar to give to Kel when he comes back. Some of the info includes - The Sabets are throwing a party soon. Fortune could just talk to him then - Bless has been given a lot of control recently, and she seems to be the one in charge of her social calendar/party planning etc. - There is also a chance that Fortune's parents will not make an appearance at said party. That's odd.

As he is heading back to the cafe, he catches somebody tracking him. It's been a long day, he's not happy. It is determined this person has been hired by his family. Several years of pent up paranoia come crashing into place as he realizes that yes, his family has definitely been having him tracked since the second he left home. (He's the one on the right here)

Back at his little cafe spot, Fortune tries to hold it together.

It's fine. He's fine.

The Traveler pops in, says some cryptic shit as they do, and bamfs back out. They finally confirm that Fortune's mother is the one that originally invoked the rite that has caused them to watch over Fortune, but doesn't elaborate at all. Fortune, already mid-crisis, tries to compartmentalize the idea that the ONE thing he thought he did for himself was actually STILL caused by his family's influence. He's doing great.

Which is DEFINITELY helped when his sister straight up just sits down in front of him and starts talking.

She throws a lot of information at him. The biggest one being "I don't really mind being married to Kel, but it's not my first choice. I won't be crushed if it happens, but it doesn't seem fair to him. Break up my engagement for me so that you take all the heat for it k bye~"

The party finally gets to town, Fortune tries his best to get them up to speed, and he buys them some fancy outfits for the party the next day. They take a lot of what he says in stride, but also don't seem to fully grasp the gravity of anything. (Fair)

As they approach the party the next day, the group finally starts to realize exactly how much money Fortune comes from. We're talking "most influential family in the province, name recognition in most circles" levels of money.

He tells them who they're looking for, briefs them on the protocol for a Fancy Fantasy Regency Party, and they all go off to enjoy themselves.

By "enjoy themselves" I mean, Hazel and Blue (the druid and the wizard) sneak into the house and start snoopin' on Fortune's sister. God bless them. They manage to break into her room, and then break into a secondary secret room hidden behind her wardrobe.

Inside, they find a MASSIVE crystal ball, a book of notes, and a bundle of Fortune's hair. She has very clearly been spying on him, and has been using a WICKED powerful magical artifact to do so. A magic item that belongs to the cleric's church, and might actually be a relic that has been missing for several hundred years.

They grab the relic, Fortune's hair, and Hazel also digs out a bundle of what appears to be secret love letters from one of Bless's drawers. Hazel thinks blackmail might be needed in the near future.

While all this is going on, Fortune has manage to locate Kel. Parties aren't really his scene, so he's hanging out at the stables behind the estate. Nice and quiet, probably even a little bit of privacy. Fortune is excited and terrified. It is nice to see him enjoying himself out with the horses, though. Kel always liked horses.

Also it uh. Turns out the sickly lil firbolg kid he knew got very tall and very hot.

Fortune takes that well.

They have a very long talk. Fortune apologizes a lot, and tries to explain that he didn't leave entirely because of his arrangement to Kel. It did factor into things, but it was less that it was Kel and more that Fortune hadn't figured out his identity yet and the thought of being someone's wife made him feel sick. The chat is awkward, but they seem to work most things out, and Kel says he's just happy to have his friend back.

They hug, I scream, Fortune tries his best to NOT be his weird gay self about it because their regency-ass hometown has a lot of rules about public displays of affection. Fortune introduces Kel to the party, and they're all as normal as they can be about it. Adelaide gives him some knowing eyebrow wiggles, Blue climbs up onto his shoulders to get his vibe. Fortune continues to be extremely gay.

Kel informs them that he can't hang out to get to know them better because the Sabets have invited him to dinner. Fortune decides to crash said dinner. Kel is visibly excited that he gets to spend more time with Fortune. After Adelaide sends a message to Fortune's dad about them attending (not asking), they all regroup and kill time before then.

Dinner is. Tense. The party gets to learn just what Fortune's family is like. And that Fortune is visibly afraid of his father. Bless spends a lot of time being weirdly touchy-feely with Kel and trying to one-up Fortune's friends. His mother is quiet and makes a few jabs about him leaving, and his father is openly hostile, interrogating him about what he's been up to and how any of it has been helpful to the family. Even so, it's pretty clear the only reason he is there is because his wife asked him to behave. After a particularly terrible jab about Fortune always dragging the family name through the mud, Fortune stands up and has to step away for a minute to avoid getting them all thrown out.

Hazel tries to probe into Bless's mind while they're chatting, and immediately gets slapped back out. She hears a little chastisement from the Traveler (Fortune's patron) and has her passive mind link ability temporarily severed for the first time in her life. Understandably, she freaks out.

Meanwhile, Fortune's mom has gone after him. Her demeanor has changed completely, and she shares a very sweet moment with him. She uses his chosen name, and says she was hoping his scars were part of the disguise he's still wearing. (This entire time, he's been in that purple look, which makes him look much more like his sister. He refuses to unpack that at all.)

Fortune takes a moment to regroup as his mom goes back to dinner, and Hazel sprints out to find him and let him know there's something weird going on with the Traveler and his sister. Fortune is hanging on by less than a thread at this point, and takes it as much in stride as he can. He's basically reached emotional capacity.

After dinner, Blue convinces Fortune's dad to chat with them about their mission into the desert. They learned Fortune's family has been sending expeditions out there to retrieve magical artifacts, and Blue figures they could at least get some idea of what they're getting into. For Regency Reasons, the men go to talk business and the women split off to go chat. Fortune is, to his dad's credit, allowed to join in on the business talks.

The ladies (Hazel, Adelaide, Bless, and Fortune's mom) have a very tense conversation. Adelaide very pointedly praises Fortune as much as she can. After she mentions that Fortune is very good at protecting her and the party, Bless suddenly stands up and walks out. We file that information away.

The guys hammer out an agreement to get in contact with the Sabet's guide. Fortune isn't... really in a place to talk much in front of his dad, so he slips out and goes to see what state his old room is in. Everything is under a dust cover but basically untouched. He pokes around, picks up his old favorite book, and is about to leave when a letter falls out.

Said letter is from uh. One of the BBEGs of the campaign. The Shadow, specifically, who is kind of half posessing the wizard. Said letter is dated about five years back (well within the memories that we know Blue is missing, it's a whole thing) and is extremely manipulative. Even Fortune can kind of see it, but he gets a little distracted.

A little spooky shard of black glass falls out too. Fortune takes a deep breath and quietly compartmentalizes, like a lot of things that have happened in the last 24 hours.

The party manages to convince Kel to meet up with them after dinner. They have to kinda do it secretly because of more Regency Rules, and they'd like to chat with him without a chaperone there.

For the first time, Fortune drops his magical disguise around Kel. He seems pretty relieved. He missed his friend.

This does not last long. Remember that relic that Blue and Hazel snagged after breaking into Bless's room? And Fortune's hair? And how she was spying on them? And that Kel is engaged to Bless? Well. They immediately start sharing this information in front of Kel, leading to a lot of confused and alarmed nodding.

And Adelaide is furious. That a teenager had a relic of her church. That she was able to use it. That Blue and Hazel kept this information from her. She and Blue have a shouting match out on the balcony while Fortune tries to do damage control, which doesn't go great because Atlas and Hazel start telling Kel about Fortune's magic and his link to the Traveler.

Adelaide storms back into the room, pushes her face against the giant crystal ball (known as the Eye of Darya, rumored to be her actual third eye that she dropped onto the material plane before leaving it) and immediately passes out and starts bleeding from her eyes.

A mortal wasn't meant to use the item like that. Adelaide basically saw all of time and space condensed into one second. It ripped up her mind pretty badly, to the point that she got some stat debuffs she's STILL trying to figure out how to fix. She gets a vision about the temple we're going to, and then gets zapped. It is also implied that every time she uses her divination magic, she will be open to entities other than her god influencing her. Remember this.

The party revive her after some panic (Kel tries to help, despite almost passing out at seeing the blood, bless him) and Fortune tries to get Kel away from the party once it's clear Adelaide is not dead. He tries to do more damage control while walking Kel down to the stables, but things seem off. Kel says he's going to ask Bless about some of the stuff the party said, insisting that she's his fiancée and even if he's not thrilled about the arrangement, she still should share with him.

While Fortune has a mini breakdown while Kel rides off, the party sees a little raven perched on the balcony. It looks suspiciously similar to the bird we saw hanging around the Sabet estate, and because we were still under the impression she's a warlock of the Traveler at this point, we do not like that. Hazel blasts the sucker out of the sky. She gets some psychic damage, but thing is gone for now. HOWEVER... by the time Fortune makes it up to the room, the party has been kicked out. It seems like Bless bought out basically... every free room in the city to displace them and be petty.

The party packs up and goes to find a camping spot outside the city. Fortune, still deeply fucked up by the events of the last 48 hours, says he'll catch up with everyone because he needs to go get drunk for just a little bit. Everyone is understandably preoccupied with Adelaide, who looks like death, and they wave him off to go do that. Atlas sends his familiar off to keep an eye on Fortune, but isn't clear enough with his instructions. We will get back to that.

While the party settles in for bed, Fortune is approached by someone at the bar. His mother, deeply upset and disappointed, tells him to follow her. And when he doesn't listen, she casts Command on him. My poor low wisdom boy doesn't have a choice, and climbs into her carriage with her. While on the way to the estate, they have a couple very odd conversations.

Fortune is drunk and fed up with everything, and keeps just. Saying things. He ends up learning that his mother doesn't actually seem to be in direct contact with the Traveler, and that his fancy magic sword is apparently a lost family heirloom. His mother seems... sad. She asks for his help, admitting that neither of her children seem happy. Ever. Fortune, being a drunk asshole, just kinda shrugs and says "yeah, we're fucked. if Bless is anything like me I think we're just like this. Shit, that." He also lets slip that maybe he does not always enjoy being alive. This seems to upset her even more, understandably.

His mother has essentially placed him under house arrest. He's lead to his room and locked inside, where he has a sad little drunk tantrum before passing out.

He doesn't get to sleep for very long. His sister wakes him up, slaps him across the face with a glove, and demands a duel. She's furious for a lot of reasons, but the only reason she'll own up to is Fortune running around her fiancé without supervision. Sure, Bless. Fortune is still drunk and absolutely close to a meltdown and almost immediately agrees.

They've dueled before. Their father would regularly pit them against one another as children. Bless is pretty convinced she's a much better fighter than Fortune, but he also absolutely was never fighting her for real. At the oldest, she was ten during their duels. He wasn't about to really fight someone in the single digits when he was almost a legal adult. He probes a bit as they prepare for the fight, and learns that she has no idea who the Traveler is. She is able to summon a sword just like he does, but the magic feels... spooky and wrong.

He doesn't get to think about that very long. He's drunk, exhausted, pulled his first strike out of habit, and she gets multiple attacks per round. Two rounds in and he's almost down. And the whole time, Bless is berating him (honestly, rightfully) about how he left and how he was a terrible older brother. Their parents have apparently been fighting about him since the moment he ran away. When she nearly breaks down and tells him that she was there the night he left, waiting for him to come back and take her with him, he fully stops fighting.

He apologizes for not protecting her from their parents, but undercuts the whole thing by being VERY dramatic and shitty about things. He tells her to kill him. Actively guides the sword to where she should hit him. She implies he won't be the first man she's killed before, but hesitates while he keeps talking. It's a lot of dramatic, self hating bullshit, and after a point she just... kinda sneers at him and walks away.

She leaves him bleeding out on the ballroom floor. He drags himself back to bed, has a nice cry about it, and falls asleep.

Atlas tries to check in with his familiar, Luka. She kept an eye on all this going on, and catches him up on the situation. He takes a moment, kind of sighs, and says as long as Fortune isn't in immediate danger, they can figure out what to do tomorrow when Adelaide isn't actively dying. He catches Hazel up before swapping the watch out and heading to bed.

On her watch, Hazel tries to contact the Traveler. They show up, and she kinda tears into them. They more or less throw their hands up and say that it isn't their job to keep Fortune SAFE, just to watch him, and anyway he's home now which is what his mom wanted in the first place.

After some more back and forth, Hazel trades a bit of gossip for a lore drop. She learns that there is a connection between druid magic and the divine gate. That druids are part of the balance between the material and the divine planes, and the reason they were systematically hunted down a century ago in an attempt to break the gate down. Poor Hazel has a lot to take in about her heritage, and the Traveler refuses to elaborate further.

The next morning, the party makes Plans. Atlas is on edge about Fortune being stuck at home. He sends a message through his familiar, but Fortune is essentially... broken at this point. He's tired. He's stuck at home. He hasn't had a long rest and is functionally a light slap away from death. He doesn't believe his family will let him leave. He insists that the party doesn't need to save him. Again. Like they always do. Atlas does not listen.

While the party groups up, Fortune is taken to breakfast with his mother. He is not given a choice. Exhausted but still kind of angry and attempting to be rebellious, he rejects the outfit she picked out for him and puts on his old pirate getup, open shirt and all. When he gets to breakfast, he sees that his sister and Kel are there as well.

Fortune immediately rats his sister out for the duel, and his mother says they'll deal with that later. She seems to be trying to pretend that nothing has happened, and even that Fortune never left. She has the day planned for them, and has decided Fortune is going to help her plan Bless's wedding. He sasses her as much as he's able, but is also reminded that he is, in fact, still scared of his parents.

[I HAVE REACHED THE IMAGE LIMIT PLS HOLD]

#i remembered we actually have session recordings so I'm digging through those #so this took a min sorry sldkfjsdf

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vaenevolence · 7 months

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Reigniting a Spark

(Very long post ahead, skip to bottom if you're only interested in Hiatus explanation)

Note: This post is specifically for my long-time readers

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Hey there! This is Vaeryn, it's nice to see you here!

A Very Big Thank You

If you're here reading this, it's safe to assume that you've been following my BenneFischl fic as it is currently being written and updated on Ao3. Before I say anything else, I would like to say thank you in every possible way for supporting this project of mine. There truly are no words to describe how much all the love you give means to me.

I am making this post because there will be a lot of changes moving forward and I want to share them with you!!

The Origin Story™

I started writing Etched in Fire and Lightning about a year and a half ago for an awfully simple reason: I was starved for some BenneFischl content but there's not much abundance of it in the genshin fandom. And so I took matters into my own hands and cooked a massive 12-chapter longfic featuring one of my favorite ships in the game. Originally I was planning a one-shot fluff smut fic but my ego said: "really? your first venture into fanfiction and its a one-shot smut?"

So as you can see, there was also some level of spite involved in the writing of this fic. And yes, this is my first work as a fanfiction writer. I used to be more of a poetry guy so this project was a really big step for me as writer.

I will be taking a much need Hiatus

Yes, I know I know, I'm sorry. But as much as I love this fic, I am admittedly burnt out writing it.

Chapter 6 will for now serve as a mid-point finale of this fic. Admittedly ending on a painful cliffhanger but wrapping up most of the arcs I introduced in the earlier chapters while setting up the rest of the fic to really be about the relationship between Bennett and Fischl.

In the beginning I have promised myself to not work on any other writing project until I am done with EiFaL wanting to be some goody-two-shoes writer who didn't have a million WIPs rotting away in my google drive. But that mindset is currently doing more harm than help.

I want to make it absolutely clear that I not abandoning this fic, I am just taking a break from writing it. I have so many other things I want to write and work on, so many things that I want to share to the world that are being hindered by the toxic promise I made to myself to finish this before anything else.

I'm also taking a break to reevaluate myself as writer and the way I post my work. In case you didn't know Chapters 1 & 4 have received major rewrites and Chapter 2 received a minor rewrite and all other chapters have had minor clean-ups and polishing. This is because I constantly see improvements I can make to the language and storytelling I use in my work. While it is an overall good thing, it comes at the cost of asking my readers (you) to re-read earlier chapters just to make sense of the newer ones (yes the rewrites do affect the story in a noticeable way) and risks confusion if you are unable to read the rewritten chapters. ...so what are my plans?

Change of Pace

Moving forward, there will be an overall slower but more consistent pace with how I will release my works. Currently, I post chapters as soon as they are done, if there are errors or things that need to change, then I do so after a chapter has been posted which is why rewrites have been a big problem. In the future, I will no longer be releasing chapters as soon as they are done and instead wait until I have a few chapters completed and reviewed before I post them all in intervals. This way, you guys will get more consistent content without me being pressured into immediate begin work on a chapter I've just finished one.

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And that's about all I have to say to you all. Once again, thank you so much for all the love and support you have given Etched in Fire and Lightning. I truly never expected that I'd be writing something like this. It's been a long and inconsistent journey for both me and you but I hope you stick around while I write the ending this story deserves.

Until the next story,

Vaeryn

#etchedinfireandlightningao3 #bennefischl

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I'll be honest and say I haven't picked up Siege since the first season so I'm making up the rest of it.

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This takes place after Ratchet is taken on the Arc.

He's scared.

This is the first time since they promise each other that Ratchet hasn't picked up. Even in calls where the two of them cannot speak with other they would always answer. His spark drops, as the call rings for longer and longer. It sinks as it went disconnected, there was only one reason for that to happen.

Not another moment to waste as Deadlock pulls the Ground bridge and teleports to the base. The air was different, instead of the steady pace of healing, there was a pit dropping tension.

"The Autobots took Ratchet." One of the bots tells him as he tears into the door, that would have been his office. There was nothing in that room, not even the familiar vision of Ratchet pass out with the lights on.

"Why? Did they threaten him?"

"The Prime came in and asked for Ratchet to help them."

"He complied with them. Impactor went to protect him. We haven't heard anything since." Deadlock tries to track him down. Checking the last known locations and seeing if anyone else had access to either mechs.

He makes it all the way to an empty spot, miles away. On the ground has Impactor's comm, the way it was removed

was sloppy. Some of the tubbing was also dented from it having been thrown to the ground. This was amateur work, and he knew this couldn't be his Ratchet's doing.

He hears someone approach him, they're moving to start their blaster. "I wouldn't if I were you." Deadlock then point his weapon towards the intruder.

"Deadlock..." His opponent walks into the open, it is Eltia One. "Here to finsh off the rest of us off." The first thing he can see her the intent to kill, but the way her gun dips in and out of position. How her arm is still glowing, and the straches on her paint job could only be made from a powerful engine.

"I won't shoot unless you do first." Deadlock lowers his gun to back up his words. "But maybe I can do something about that injured arm."

"Why?" She grips her arm, trying to hide her injury. "Sorry to say but the big bad Decepticon Deadlock, doesn't seem like the kind of mech to help bots."

Still keeping her distance as Deadlock moves towards her, but still picks up the comm on the floor. He catches her looking at it with both disgust and shame. "Maybe not but mechs can change right?"

"Ha I believe it." Elita One brings her gun down and lets him approach. "Maybe if I knew a motivate."

Deadlock pulls out the first aid kit that Ratchet had given him and pours coolant on her arm. "Who knows...", he backs off. "Ratchet has a way of changing people hearts."

"Ratchet?" She looks at him with destain and disbelief. "I keep hearing about him all day. How does he do what Optimus can't?"

"I don't know the Prime, but all I've seen him do is speak fancy words." Deadlock then pulls out the soldering iron and electrical tape. "Sure they can bring you hope, but without any action they only make resentment."

"So... how did he get you to change?"

"Maybe it was because-"

Deep down inside, I've always wondered what it'd be like to feel warmth and kindness.

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Sitting in the Medbay cleaning up after everything was hard. Ratchet was at the verge of just breaking down and jumping ship, but there were injured mechs who need his help.

That's when the worse bot to see walks in. Wheeljack has two cubes and makes his way towards him. The lack of color in his headlights tells him everything he knows, regret.

"Thanks, now please let me be."

"Ratchet I-"

"Wheeljack I don't to talk about, and to be honest with you I can't be bothered with an apology."

"What about a eulogy then. For the mechs we lost." The sit in the dark and continue to take small sips both for respect of the patients and the dead. For the first time in a long time Ratchet wasn't a symbol or a idol he simply was a bot, and for that he thanks Wheeljack when they're done.

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

Yes

>No

"What do you even mean? You've done more for mechs than any of us have."

"Maybe... but I also help kill so many. I don't think I can ever repent for it." Ratchet just looks foward, staring at the wall of the ship. It a tragedy really, he spent so much time fixing bots, trying to make up for the horrors his research had done. Now he's back to where he started.

What was I thinking? Even the devil himself wouldn't have that kind of power.

How can he go back to his group. What would they think of him. Ratchet sinks down to the floor, what would Deadlock think of him. Would ever get to see him again?

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After years they finally found each other, seeing Deadlock just approaching him when he lands back on Cybertron, frightened him. What can he say after they've both left without a word.

"Ratchet." Deadlock walks up to him. All of that signature swag and bluster put to the side, replaced with a more sincere shyness. "I'm glad you made it back in one peice. When I heard you went the the Autobots I was afraid they wouldn't be able to protect you."

"Deadlock..." his hands hover to his side. Ratchet wants to reach forward, to link their touch together, to comfort the mech but how could he. "I'm glad you're okay..."

"Likewise..." Deadlock is distracted, circling around his frame looking for something. "Hey!" The bot stops to look at Wheeljack as he tries to slip away. "Thanks for looking out for Ratchet. You might have let him stay in his thoughts for to long, but still."

"Heh." Ratchet turns back to look at Wheeljack, for the first time since they've reunited and sees relief on his face. "Well, I'd like to see you do better."

Deadlock grabs his shoulder and pulls them together. "Have you tried 'facing? Works wonders to keep his mind from over working." To his surprise, Deadlock kisses the side of his helm. Ratchet couldn't believe, after all this time Deadlock still wants to he tender with him. "Me and the bots back at base use it all the time."

Wheeljack is left speechless, optics wide and the lights on the side of his helm flick on and off as if they were spurting. It was a blast from the past, and so nostalgic that ot made him laugh. Ratchet laughs so hard that he can feel the tears in his eyes fall with no restain

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

"Wow doc," Deadlock moves to stand in front of him, Wheeljack follows suit. "I've never seen you laugh before." Ratchet looks up trying but failing to glare ag him. "You should do it more often. It suits you."

"Yeah..." Wheeljack finally speaks. "It does. Should have seen him back at the academy. He was known as the Party Ambulance."

Would you be willing to lead my wondering soul to salvation?

>Yes

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#transformers #transformers siege #ratchet #Deadlock #ratchlock day #ratchlock #fanfic #maccadam #siege Ratchet

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700 hours is 29 days (+ a couple hours). Just as a thought experiment, do you think Zagreus himself would be able to achieve all that he sets out to do in Hades within that same timeframe (making all of his escape attempts, building relationships, honing his skills, collecting valuables, redecorating the entire House for the hell of it, etc.) or do you think he'd spend more/less time?

Personally, I feel like he's skilled and determined enough to maybe do it faster, but I could also see it taking much longer, maybe months, considering his journey is its own "mythological trial" and even the most stubborn of people tend to slow down and let doubt take hold (even if only temporarily)

I will try not to get distracted.

I think your question is organically answered by the individual canon of the game itself, per player? I really believe it's as simple as that! It would be however many attempts you took. The gameplay loop keys us into the physical struggle, while the per-death progression of the story unravels Zag's internal change in however long it takes us to reach those crucial milestones. That's I think one of the (many) pro-ludonarrative masterstrokes in its game design; you sort-of chart the canon timeline of that effort literally by hand, and it all conforms to your specific playthrough in the end.

Which then makes it difficult to measure how Zag "himself" would do it since it's? us? There is no framework of that game's form-and-function synergy that excludes player perspective. His engine of internal change is gated by physical milestones, and those are in turn tied to player skill/determination, who then in turn engage with a progression system with so much potential variation that it becomes impossible to really parse that into an isolated character arc in a logical way. Am I making sense? 😬 sorry if I'm blowing this out of proportion, but your question is such an interesting one lmao.

But I also think you're ultimately right in lending it a read through a mythic lens, rather than a purely logical one; if this were a linear and finite narrative with greek dramatic overtones, it would certainly allude to labors, cycles of futility, and really-really hard-earned catharsis. It's a somewhat straightfoward hero's journey all-in-all; resisting responsibility, finding purpose outta nowhere, and then through that purpose accepting the responsibility, yada-yada.

In that read, to me Zagreus feels like a small, seemingly insignificant cog in the House of Hades, struggling against personal duties, the bureaucratic whims of hell itself, and the post-traumatic abuse from his dad. He's a lonely kid rebelling against a world without his mom. Personally, I love the idea that it takes him eons. Just fucking ages. Dying hundreds of times per chamber, creating his own sisyphean torture of apathy, never really believing he can escape but keeping that north star of Persephone as a motivator to just keep trying. That becomes the kernel of his personhood that allows all of his growth and change to occur; the persistence is the key, and the game drops that key squarely into the player's laps. We get to be this kid's nagging persistence that finally, finally allows him to win.

The fact that the game then opens him up to an entirely new path of healing, once he does find his mom, is just such a. I don't even know. It's like the game is still responding to the meta of our relationship to its infinitely looping gameplay system; it will engineer a functional combat-based struggle that is eternal, yes, but will bombard us with story-level catharses the more we choose to engage with it. Eventually it will turn the entire premise on its head and settle into an idyllic vignette of a functional family and a kid that chooses to go to school and clean his room and take care of the house and enjoy it all cause his mom and dad are happy at home and his friends are on good and healthy terms with him and he's finally content.

It's like they gave us a meaningful story and bolted on a massive fix-it fic on its ass for good measure. They looked at the very DNA of roguelike narrative potential and just went for fucking all of it. What a game.

Anyway, I got distracted. Did that answer your question?

#i am simply incapable of being normal about hades. sorry nonnie. I am incapable!#anon #asks #hades #long post

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{two new chapters (hope this can bring some positively to this hashtag) I have to remember how these next parts go as it has been so long that I forget what exactly happeneds after the funeral arc but this is in Haru's pov and some things may be different, but again hope u all enjoy and of course if u are new to my oc story, please look at the previous posts}

Chapter 5: Loss

How does people become a parent? Currently Haru is trying to figure out wether or not to tell Cosmo about Flippa, like he deserves to know, especially as she was his best friend. But they know Cosmo will be upset about it, they need advice from Owen.

Haru searches cor their buddy, he should know what they should do in this issue. As Haru goes outside, it spots Owen currently farming some of the fruit and crops.

"Owen!" Haru called out as Owen closes the chest, he looks up at Haru curious on what they need, all Haru does is give the invitation to Owen and that was all she needed to understand what their sibling needs.

Owen put the invitation back in the envalope and tells Haru they need to tell Cosmo, Owen understands how it feels to not tell his daughter (she adoted an alcremie named Angel Cake) who was a bit scared what will happened when Owen and his ex breaks up.

He didn't know how to tell her but they all sat down and it eventually all worked out. Owen knew that this needs to be done as Cosmo would want to know and Haru understands that.

Haru went inside and called for Cosmo to go to the living room, as Haru's trying to calm themselves down, Owen comes in with Cosmo who seems a bit nervous as he senses his pama's stress.

As Cosmo sits down. Haru takes a deep breath while holding on Owens shadow Claw, and talks to Cosmo about the news....

It's the day of the funeral and Cosmo isn't waking up, he has been feeling sad and even angry. Haru felt bad about telling him but at the same time it feels that Cosmo is glad to know what happened.

Haru and Owen check on Cosmo, seeing as he's still sleeping, they wrote a note and place it near a glass of chocolate milk and a quesadilla on the nightstand. And headed over.

Haru hates funerals for a reason, its sad it's depressing, it just isn't a place anyone wants to go (maybe someone who is fascinated with graves and anything that a funeral is, but even then that's just not Haru's vibe) most of the parents of the deceased eggs are here.

Mariana looks like he has been dealing with lossing Flippa really hard, he hasn't shaved, his clothes are not clean, like he was wearing them for the past couple days, and his eyes look red and tearmarks can be seen behind the shadows under the eyes. Poor guy, from what they heard he accidently miscliked again.

Quackity looks more down and upset even, like he seems to be upset with someone, but who? Maximus is more calmer out of the other parents but also is sad, Dan was his partner right?

They only saw him on the first day and he seemed to have dissapeared ever since. None of these parents deserves to lose their egg, even if they weren't the best parents, they tried as much as they could.

They turned and saw Bad, Dapper, Leo, Foolish, and Fit showing up. Bad looks a bit down, he seems to feel sorry. From what they've noticed, Bad is very caring to the eggs, not just his own.

Bad took care of Cosmo a few times before and Cosmo loves his tio as much as his tio Owen.

After everyone, including Spreen who they never talked to showed up, the funeral began and it was a mess.

But as observing Haru tends to be, noticed a camera in a corner during one of the speeches, and Haru has a strange feeling about this one camera.

Everyone went to the graveyard and honestly it feels more pleasant than the church. But still sad and a sorrow vibe.

Cucurucho suddenly showed up and took the heartbroken parents to this elevator (they need one of those for their base) wonder what Cucorucho is doing? And then Slime (who they haven't seen for a strongly long amount of time) shows up out of nowhere and runs to try to find where Mariana is.

Eventually things got way stranger as Spreen and Bad decideds to have a battle in the graveyard (the most inappropriate spot to fight in btw) and Rubius (who they've forgot to mention has met, he's not an enemy but not a friend, tho Haru wants to be friends with the sometimes angel and sometimes devil) Rubius seems to even be encouraging fights.

But ay, the mood got better.

Chapter 6: The beginning to the end

Cosmo's feeling better, despite still not fully happy, he's no longer angry, they all decided to have nights where they head to a special spot Haru found and looks at the sunset from the ocean that's nearby. It's nice to see the stars arrives and Haru ends up thinking about things.

Like how they went from being trapped on this island to being a parent to an egg, Cosmo is Haru's shining star. They'll protect this egg at all cost.

One day, Haru and Cosmo went to visit Missa and Phil at the wall for a playdate. And as Haru walks over, they noticed another egg, they have black curly hair with a purple beanie, they seem to be playing Desbasito on the flute.

Missa noticed Haru's curiosity and Introduced his egg, Tallulah, isn't Missa already a parent to chyanne? Missa then explained how he and Fit found the egg in the attic. She must've been forgotten and Missa asked Fit what they should do with her as she needed a parent. Fit politely turned down adopting another egg as he has Ramon and Spreen went for milk. And so Missa decided to take Tallulah and loom around for a place for her.

But by the end of the day, Missa got attached and adopted Tallulah as his own.

As the story ends, Haru feels a gentle pull on their shorts, and see Tallulah holding a poppy towards them, they thanked the little egg as Tallulah shyly smiles before heading to the other eggs.

Oh my stars, Haru graduated to get out of school, why is school now involved? Of course Quackity is a teacher. The first day for the eggs was more calm but also Quackity seems to pick favorites and Chayanne defiently had a lot of beef with Quackity. What even happened between them? Haru's drawing was really good, he isn't much for art like Bobby, but he is still talented at it.

And there's a strange BIG egg, named Biden???? Now Haru sees patterns again...

But the day ended like the other days pretty good.

Quackity told everyone awake to go to the adoption center, but why? Is there an event?

Owen and Cosmo went to bed and so Haru headed over alone. Fit and Philza are there as well, Chyanne came along despite the time. They all met Quackity at the center and was talking about god and forgiveness, and about birth???(this guy is just blabbering at this point)

But they headed inside, Quackity noticed a sign that has a weirdly written egg.

As they all look through the door, a green, goopy egg with big glasses sat there. Haru was astonished just as everyone, tho Quackity seems to not be as surprised.

Foolish and Leo showed up, and we all were lined up for this egg to pick a parent, they went towards Leo and she seemed excited (Foolish looks not ready to be a grandparent yet. Which is very understandable) but they all agreed that they shouldn't pick an egg. The green egg walks back and forth and went right up to Quackity.

He was happy to be chosen and decided they all should name them, the name suggestions were bad (Haru thought they were bad at names but dinasour????)

They decided to let the egg choose, and his name is now Gegg.

Bad news, very bad news. Soon the eggs will be going away, but the message they gotten was cruel, like they wonder how many people would stop eating regular eggs after getting a message like this.

That day, Haru will make the best with the limited time Cosmo will be with them and Owen.

Maximus seems to have been investigating lately, they arrived at Vagetta's home which look so cool, him and Foolish defiently are paired perfectly together.

They saw Max, Roier, Vegetta, Fit, and some of the eggs, Cosmo headed over to play with the others as Maximus talks about the plan to get answers from Quackity, who apparently might've invited Haru to the island (they have noticed Quackity seems to know a lot that they don't)

And the plan he told was not what Haru expected. A strip club???

Vegetta and Roier are already prepared and wow. They look really good in their outfits, especially Roier, his persona seems to be Melissa, pretty name.

But they all headed over to the club and it's really cool, a bit too bright and noisey for them but still really cool.

They weren't expecting to be a bartender again, sure in their past life they used to do part time bartending and they even work at a cafe back home. But it's been a bit but it shouldn't be that hard (as they placed noise canceling headphones)

Haru spots Quackity coming in and Vegetta and Roier are coming out, Haru and Fit made drinks and made a toast before drinking (Haru has a soda, they don't drink)

And Max took the now tipsy duck hybrid in a room he created and Haru decided to go with everyone else.

They don't exactly know what was said as it was in Spanish, but from what Max said, they seem to have gotten some information.

Today Haru, Owen, Philza, and their eggs went over to a spot Missa decided to make for Tallulah, the house looks cute and simple. He must've wanted Tallulah to have more control over the place and they all are currently working on planting flowers with Tallulah. She loves flowers, just as much as music.

Missa talked to Haru and Philza about him having to leave for a while, he mentioned about needing to head off the island for his music career. Now Missa is talented just as everyone is, but he makes music and was asked by someone outside of the island to travel around the world.

Tallulah seems to be worried about her papi, but Missa reassures her he will be back, it will just be a while. After a while as the sun starts to set, Haru and Cosmo heads home.

They take Cosmo to the special spot and talks.

Haru will miss their shining star, Cosmo has been the greatest thing that happened to them and even tho they'll moss him and the rest of the eggs, they know this won't last forever and so as the waves are moving, they drift off to sleep.

#qsmp #qsmp oc #qsmp fanfiction

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