#and he wasn't in a mindset to enjoy it or accept it

[ink-stainedkiss]

What about Saiki meeting a Reader who has pretty appearance like Teruhashi Kokomi, but has the average mindset and personality like Satou Hiroshi?

You’re Nothing Special (AKA: Perfect)

- Kusuo Saiki

Synopsis: The new student is more than Saiki expected. You are completely ordinary. Nothing about you is different or odd and Saiki loves it. He has decided he must become your closest friend, all throughout a 3-step plan.

Guys I have noticed the favoritism towards this little psychic, which I completely understand. I guess I just thought people would like my Jjk works better, but I’ve been having so much fun with your request. Anyways, this is the first “series” of Saiki I’ve made and I hope you guys enjoy it! Part 2 is in the works as I type ;)

“Regular speaking.”

Regular thinking.

Saiki Thinking.

‘Saiki Speaking.’

Your texts

Saiki’s text

creds for interchange above: @horrorhot-line

Warnings: None. Although Saiki does act tad bit obsessed about you.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pt.1 ᯓ★ Pt.2

The school was buzzing with anticipation. Whispers flooded the hall of the new girl in school. They wondered if she would be popular or just another extra wandering the halls.

“I hope she’s hot.”

“I’m betting she’ll be a nerd.”

“She won’t be as pretty as me.”

“Maybe she’ll join the math club?”

“Shut up geek.”

Yes, the campus was very excited to see their new classmate. Except for a certain psychic. I really couldn’t care any less. And Saiki meant it. A new student meant another headache Saiki had to endure and it was wishful thinking to hope they didn’t create any sort of problem. As Saiki’s luck would have it, the new girl was moving into his own class.

“Buddy!” An overly loud voice shouted, making Saiki let out an audible sigh,”Have you heard about the new girl?” The big oaf, Nendo, slid his way to Saiki’s desk, carrying along Saiki’s other pain,”I heard that she’s quiet and shy, so I bet you when she gets a look at The Jet Black Wings, she’ll fall into my arms.” Or she’ll run and find the nearest psychologist.

Saiki was so tired of these two, but they clung to him even if he wasn't particularly kind to them. Although, they were both extremely out of the ordinary and they could make perfect distraction. It was as if a lightbulb had flicked on his head, ‘You should go for it.’ Kaidou and Nendo whipped their heads around, astonished by Saiki’s proposition.

“Woah, are you being serious?” Kaidou questioned,”I thought you would call me an idiot or something.” Nendo scratched his neck, a bit freaked out by his buddies' words,”I mean, if Saiki is saying that, then I would listen to him.” Like a flipped switch, Kaidous' unsureness washed away and he was standing confidently with his chest puffed out,”Yeah, I will. Thank you for your wise words, my closest friend.” Good grief. Now you’re just making it weird.

Kaidou marched back to his seat, leaving only Nendo to watch the blue-haired boy pridefully. He looked down, tossing a large thumbs up at the psychic,”You’re a great friend Saiki, I’m so proud.” A tear slipped from Nendo’s eye and Saiki truly couldn’t believe Nendo was a human who walked earth. As he walked to his seat, he slapped his hand on Saiki’s back, and while he could just teleport to the side to avoid his hand, the class was too crowded, so he miserably had to accept the pat.

Eventually the class settled down, everyone in their respective seats. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher clapped grabbing everyone’s attention,”I’m sure you have all heard of the new student,” this caused a small chatter to start, but the teacher continued anyways,”Well, lucky for you guys, she is moving into our class,” Moving towards the door, Saiki’s teacher motioned to it,”Come on in!”

A deafening silence fell over each student, everyone holding their breath as the girl began to walk in. Saiki couldn’t deny his own anticipation, but he was much more toned down. When you finally came into view, Saiki wanted to disappear, teleport out of the school, because there was no way you were going to bring anything good. You stood before the class and Saiki was the only one who could see the tiny golden ring of light embracing you. It wasn’t as blinding as his, or Teruhashi’s, but it was still there.

Those around him let out gasps, because, even if Saiki didn’t want to admit it, you were beautiful. Great. She’ll most likely join Teruhasi’s group or become her enemy. Either way, I want nothing to do with it. His classmates' thoughts made it worse, each of them annoying the psychic more and more.

She’s so hot, but not as much as my goddess.

I can already tell she’s going to love her knight, Jet Black Wings.

What time is lunch again?

“Why don’t you introduce yourself to everyone?” The teacher suggested. You nodded, stating your name,” Um, I hope we all get along,” This intrigued Saiki, just a bit, but his interest was caught nonetheless. The teacher let out an awkward laugh at your bland answer,”Why don’t you tell the class about why you moved here?”

You shrugged,”It’s nothing special, they just moved here because of my moms job and this school was a good option.” The teacher was obviously trying to get more information out of you,”Right and any fun facts about yourself?”

Taking your time, you conjured a few,”I have a pet cat at home and I like to bake.” The teacher's jaw dropped, how can she be so ordinary? They thought,”Do you have a favorite class? At least?” You nodded shortly,”Science is pretty fun.”

The class was so confused. You were so pretty, but so boring. On the other hand, Saiki was having a very good epiphany. There’s nothing weird about you. No odd fascination or addiction. You hadn’t moved to a different school for being a bad student. You don’t play make believe and you don’t seem dumb.

The teacher had dismissed you to your seat and it was then that Saiki realized what you were. You’re not anything special, you’re ordinary. Perfect. A while ago, Saiki had found someone like you, but sadly for him, Hiroshi thought Saiki was too odd to be friends. But you were going to be his redemption. Maybe today the universe was on his side, because you strolled up and sat right next to him. Maybe Saiki was going to enjoy school from now on.

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The psychic had curated a three day plan on how to become your friend and at the most, your closest friend. Because of your normal introduction, no one spoke about you. The excitement from a few hours ago was gone. Whenever someone asked who hadn’t seen you yet, they waved them off, saying something like,”Don’t even worry about her, she’s like the boringest person here.”

And Saiki adored it. The more people ignored you, the more valuable you became. The word some would describe Saiki as at this time, is obsessed, but how could he not be? Everyday he wished for someone to come along that had no interesting traits about them and you were that person. So the next day, he began the first step to his plan. 1. Prove that Saiki can be kind.

Kind was a bit of a stretch, but he couldn’t be mean to you, even if he tried. He was going to have to play it friendly. The downside to you being normal, meant that nothing problematic happened in your life. So as Saiki sat next to you, waiting for a chance to show you his kindness, no opportunity came forward. You were just taking notes like a normal human. Which Saiki would usually gush over, but he had more important plans. He glanced at your desk, noticing the extra highlighter resting near your notebook. He knew you weren’t going to accidentally hit it, so he took matters into his own hands. Someone has to do it.

Saiki focused on your highlighter, using his telekinesis to pull it closer and closer to the edge of your desk, until it fell onto the floor. People turned their heads, but when they saw you, they didn’t seem to care and turned back. The psychic saw you turn and before you could reach down and pick it up, Saiki was already lifting it from the ground, handing it to you,”Oh, thank you.”

Your short and simple response almost made Saiki forget to answer you, ‘It’s not a problem.’ And that was it, you turned back to your work and left Saiki alone. Little did you know, you were putting that boy in a trance. You barely interacted with him and Saiki was starting to smile.

There was a tiny setback in Saiki’s plan, but he didn’t seem to notice. His first course of action was to prove he was a nice person, but he only spoke to you once, so you didn’t have a great impression of him, just that he had manners. Still, Saiki couldn’t see a problem and left you alone the rest of the day. Well, he searched for you in the halls and the cafeteria, but he would never mention that.

—

The next step was to grow in proximity together. Only sitting with you in one class wasn’t enough time to create a good friendship, so he had to use the resources around him. Like the new duo project assigned by the teacher.

“And Saiki you will be paired with the new girl.” The teacher called out, lifting the two slips of paper they had pulled out of a bowl. Okay, so Saiki may have used his hypnosis ability to make your name appear on the slip, but it’s all in good nature. How else am I supposed to get closer if you’re stuck with some idiot?

After hearing this, you turned to the boy next to you,”I guess we’re stuck together, huh, Saiki?” The psychic couldn’t believe it. You knew his name. You were speaking to him, making jokes, maybe he actually had a chance this time. He gave a soft smile, nodding, ‘I don’t mind it.’

The teacher kept going on about the partner and you turned to him, pulling out your phone,”Here, we can swap contacts to plan a get together.” It was music to Saiki’s ears and he happily accepted your suggestion. Once he put his name into the contact, the bell rang out, making the students around you two stand and exit the class. He passed you back your device, watching as you stood,”Well, see you later, Saiki.”

You gave him a small wave and faded into the crowd of students. My plan is going better than expected.

—

Saiki sat in the lunchroom, surrounded by his group of annoyances, but rather than spending his time listening to the exasperating conversations between Nendo and Kaidou, or over hearing the drooling thoughts of Teruhashi’s goons, his attention turned to his phone buzzing on the table. When he flipped it over, he was surprised to see your name in the notification. It was you. His food was abandoned quickly and he typed back.

Hey, do you have anything going on this weekend?

No I do not, would you like to study together at that time?

It’s like you read my mind lol

Saiki gave half of a smile. If only you knew.

Anyways, yeah that sounds good, does Saturday work for you

Any day works for me, so yes.

Okie dokie my mom already suggested for you to come to my house, so if it’s fine with you, I wouldn’t mind us working there.

Saiki’s smile grew bigger, this had to be a dream. You were inviting him over to your house.

It sounds perfect.

Great! I’ll see you tomorrow :)

Great indeed. It was a good thing Saiki had an extreme amount of patience, or else he might’ve asked to see you after school, but no. Good things come to those who wait. And this reward was most definitely going to be worth the wait. It might even be on the same level as coffee jelly.

Until Saturday…

[doki-doki-imagines]

MK1 men react to their fem s/o wearing an MK9 outfit into battle? 🤭

author note: Johnny, Tomas and Kung Lao reaction here. Some guys are together because I think there is a limit to the kind of reactions someone can have to a partner with a skimpy dress LOL. Writing for these many characters is...hard

If you like what I write consider tipping/commissioning me on ko-fi!

Kenshi Takahashi: -He doesn't have a strong opinion on your new suit. -Mostly because he can't see it. Even with the help of Sento, it's not like Kenshi is able to clearly see, he just notices that something is different. -Things change when you press his thick fingers on your naked stomach, making him feel the strings that keep your dress together. -Kenshi is LIVID. -He is going to tell you he is angry because such an attire won't be safe in battle, but Kenshi is just trying to make you cover yourself up. -Yeah, Kenshi is jealous and doesn't mind manipulating you a bit into doing what he wants, mostly because he thinks he is doing it for your own good.

Liu Kang, Raiden, and Kuai Liang: -They would all stand still, their brain trying to load what is going on. -Like, they find you hot, but their brains work harder this time and tell them "It isn't the right time." -Liu Kang won't push you into covering up, and he'll keep an eye on you in battle. Be ready to get the emperor of earful if you get a scratch, tho. -Raiden and Kuai Liang angers bubble up, but while Raiden won't say anything and try to keep his temper at bay. -But don't expect to see him overjoyed at the end of the battle, for sure the dress elicited more worry and anger rather than passion. -Kuai Liang will be snippy the entire time, he didn't enjoy this stunt, not in front of everyone. -He'll ask at the end if you can avoid dressing like that in front of everyone. "Only if you admit that I'm hot." "Hotter than me, touch my arm if you don't believe me." -You won't touch just the arm.

Geras, Shao Khan, Reiko, Syzoth: -#TeamIdc -Geras simply doesn't mind, not growing up with an Earthreal mindset. -Shao Khan finds you hot, and seeing the blood of enemies on your skin is just a plus for him. -Reiko doesn't really mind, but he'd prefer if you wear more armour just in case? Or directly stay at home; he likes your soft skin. -Syzoth like Geras wasn't raised with Earthrealm's mindset, so he doesn't see anything wrong with that. Another one that is just worried you'll get wounded easier.

Bi-Han, Rain, Havik, Quan-Chi: -#Areyouinsane?Theyareworse. -They are jealous and possessive. They won't accept you dressing up like that for battle. -Bi-Han gets insanely possessive even in a normal setting, he absolutely needs to work on that. He thinks that kind of dress is right just if it falls on the floor in the next .25 sec thanks to his deft hands. -Zeffeero usually isn't too strict, he doesn't mind a deep neckline or vent, but this is too much. It looks closer to lingerie rather than a dress and Zeffeero will die before letting you out like that.

-Havik is anger incarnate. He shouts like a madman and his face being corroded makes him look even scarier. -Quan-Chi is a mixture between the two, closer to Zeffero, tho. He won't lash out, but his revenge will slither slowly, hitting you harder than any outburst.

Shang Tsung: -"What a sight for my eyes" He says after whistling. -His voice is deep, caressing your egos with compliments. -Shang Tsung really doesn't mind your attire, if anything you are now a perfect bait in case he needs to escape…

[cowboyschumi]

MUSE

Summary: Oscar is known for being bad at padel, which is why he tries other hobbies, like photography. Now, he clearly needs something to take photos of.

Author's note: Oscar trying to play paddel 🤏

I'm a huge fan of taking inspiration from songs, so you can listen to this. Don't forget to enjoy the reading and show some love. <3

Warnings: None ig.

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Oscar had to be grateful for being that good of a driver. Man, he was really bad at other sports. Everyone pointed it out and made fun of him, some people even pitied him or found it cute. He even tried golfing, but that racket was his last straw. He was a bit frustrated, but Oscar wasn’t the type to get frustrated and give up. He just accepted the fact that he wasn’t gifted enough.

His Instagram was— for his luck because he wasn't a media guy— managed by a social media professional, who made him posts and even took charge of taking pictures. Yes, none of his dumps, captions, or stories were posted by his own hands, which was crazy. He wanted some sort of control over that, after all, he had a voice and a platform. Not taking advantage of that would be a shame, besides there was no fun and genuine part if he wasn't the one behind his Instagram. So he decided to take it more seriously, it made his brain hurt in the most untolerable ways but he started to post more, engage with his fans.

Instagram dumps are such a religious thing for some people, he wasn't in that group until now. Having a picture perfect Instagram would let people have more connection with the places, his interests— perceive him differently and not some boring and flat boy with not much to say.

Like any driver, he had a stylist, a PR team, and other fancy stuff—which he didn’t like much because the main focus was on him, physically. His content was different now; it was full of sunsets, yachts, cars, and food pictures. He had to thank his team for lending him a professional camera—it made the quality ten times better.

"It's a lost cause." Oscar spoke as he carelessly dried his hair with a towel.

You vividly remember the first time he stepped into one of your classes—the typical shy kid who barely spoke. Other drivers came along with him, doing most of the talking, but they weren’t consistent in attending. For them, padel was just a way to kill time. Oscar, on the other hand, wanted to know everything about it—from the size of the court to executing the perfect shot with his racket. A few weeks after his first class, he started booking lessons on his own, demanding more focus and dedication.

He came around twice a week, and seeing him so often, you quickly grew close. So it wasn’t surprising to find him frequently emerging from the showers at the padel club. You had even learned to tolerate his wannabe tennis grunts when he hit the ball. At this point, you had already seen the worst of him.

"You’re just being hard on yourself. Not everything has to be perfect."

Like in any common locker room, there was a bench where people placed their clothes after showering. You sat there as you two talked.

No matter how comfortable you were around Oscar, you respected him, so you made a point of not looking at his shirtless torso.

"Don't give me a pity speech. I’ve heard enough of that." He really did sound tired of hearing it. But it was true—no one should be too hard on themselves for not meeting their highest expectations. Striving for perfection in everything wasn’t normal. Oscar’s mindset was too rigid, and being optimistic felt like an impossible task for him.

"Webber told me you started… photography? He even sounded worried about what you might do with that." Chuckles and laughter echoed through the warm changing room.

"Yeah, I mean, it’s pretty great. Still got a lot to work on," he admitted sincerely, making that classic uncertain face he always did when he wasn’t sure about something. His facial expressions were always amusing. "I got bored of photographing the plants on my balcony at home. Took some photos of Lando, and Hattie doesn’t even want the lens near her."

Laughter filled the room again—it felt like a comedy show at this point. But when it faded, you exchanged a tense glance, as if communicating telepathically. A mischievous smirk lit up his face.

"No." Your answer was immediate and firm, anticipating what was coming.

"I haven’t even said anything!" He raised his hands in mock innocence, his guilty smile still in place. Oh, you knew him too well.

"I won’t. I’m not photogenic."

"Please, just one time."

Oscar always swore on one-time things. But when something felt good, you tended to repeat it. He knew exactly how to take advantage of your kindness, always asking for harmless favors—because, in the end, you never said no to him.

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And there you were, in his Monaco apartment, on a morning when rain was pouring outside. Oscar always pointed out the differences between his current lifestyle and the one he had in Australia, the daily longing for home. That small place in Europe had its charm, and he wouldn’t complain, but he missed the wide-open spaces, the warmer weather, and even his mom’s cooking. Now he lived on the highest floor of the busiest avenue, in a cramped apartment so small that he barely had space to walk around.

"I brought donuts and coffee," You announced while cleaning your boots on the entrance mat.

"Cool, thank you. Would you mind sitting by the window? The light is majestic." His attention was focused on his camera, probably adjusting some tricky settings.

"Already bossing around?" Unbelievable. The kid already thought he was a professional photographer, giving orders and having the worst attitude.

You had a big trench coat on, surprisingly still soaked after the unstoppable rain. And it kept coming—people still struggling with their umbrellas, cars almost floating down the street. That’s what you could see from how high his apartment was.

The brown-eyed boy placed his face behind his huge, intimidating camera, yet somehow, you didn’t feel intimidated by it—after all, he was the one taking the photos. But then, an unexpected expression of discontent crossed his face, confusing you. Your brows furrowed instantly, maybe you weren’t pretty enough to be photographed. You relaxed your body, stopped posing—that was it. At least you tried.

"Take it off." Oscar’s index finger pointed at my jacket, his face continued hidden behind the camera. The view was limited, but his expression remained unreadable—no emotion, all seriousness. Clueless.

"It's freezing cold outside, you're insane." Despite your protest, you did as he told you—just like always, hating yourself for it. Your body leaned against the nearly immense open window, the breeze sneaked through with ease, making your skin shiver. Your face card wasn’t your main attribute, maybe your toned padel body was. Still, you couldn’t quite grasp why he chose you, considering all the contacts and friends he had. Favors were an unbreakable thing between you two, but, of course, you never owed him a thing.

A few more adjustments, and his camera was down again, poker face still tattooed all over him. With slow, measured steps, he walked closer until he stood right in front of you. His mannerisms were always soft and gentle, like he had been written by a woman. Not exactly naive, but delicate enough to make you feel safe and comfortable in his presence.

Oscar set your coat aside, draping it over his vintage couch. His whole place had that aesthetic. You especially loved the Abu Dhabi carpet that stretched across the floor, its deep reddish tones were delightful. His eyes couldn’t help but dart down your slim silhouette. Your white sleeveless shirt, drenched from the rain, clung to your curves, turning entirely translucent against your skin.

Finally, your eyes connected, and you desperately searched for answers, whether in his gaze or through words. The driver was entirely focused on his task, calculating angles, observing the natural lighting, and analyzing your body. Over-analyzing your body.

You knew that look—the one men gave when they stared too long, leaving a disgusting feeling. But Oscar wasn’t like that. Yes, he was staring, but with such admiration and adoration that, for once, you didn’t mind. For the first time in a long time, you felt pretty. Feminine. Reaching that level of femininity wasn’t easy. Padel and sports had always shaped your image, conditioning you to appear tough, stereotypically masculine. But under his gaze, all of that melted away.

You broke eye contact as the staring became too overwhelming for your liking, exceeding your daily dose of attention. You couldn’t just escape him because he was there, and you were working, or something like that. Your breathing hitched, and you involuntarily let out a low gasp at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your skin. His touch was cold, just like your body. The only warmth came from the fire igniting in your cheeks. His fingers hooked around one of your white straps, which had fallen out of place.

God, you wished you could say a word, anything, but you were petrified.

“You look gorgeous.”

“You just say that hoping I’d say yes to another photoshoot. Your guinea pig.” The back-and-forth banter and sarcastic flirting didn’t end, but now you were playing silly enough to avoid any heartfelt compliment. You didn’t like those types of things because you never knew how to react, especially when they came from him. His contagious laughter filled the room and your world turned upside down.

Something always lingered between you two, and it was the expectedly obvious, taking into account the amount of time you spent together—padel mornings or sometimes afternoons, dinner nights if class ended late, and when he actually managed to wake up to his multiple alarms, cycling together. But it was casual because you never knew what could cross a man's mind; spending a whole day together could mean nothing to them, maybe he even saw you in a sisterly way. So you tried to chill, not giving it much importance—because, again, a compliment could mean nothing.

His free hand found its way to your nape, resting his palm there, barely cradling it. You had no choice but to regain eye contact; he had you cornered with his gaze—physically, too. Any cold once brought by the winter weather had vanished. Your skin was hot, almost burning. Oscar's gaze didn’t reflect frenzy or desire; he looked lost, even stunned.

“Let me kiss you, please.” He murmured hopelessly, his words caressing and sweetening your ears in the most shivering way.

“Oscar, professionally is not the best to-” It was just a matter of seconds before he silenced you in the most cliché way possible. His kisses mirrored his personality—timid and shy, as if he were afraid to go too far. Yet, at the same time, they were sweet and innocent, like a first kiss, completely inexperienced.

Something that you clearly weren't used to.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even more close, letting each other feel how you teetered, how you edged by just a kiss. Your consent gave him more confidence, turning the encounter into something deeper, sloppier. His lips parted against yours with more urgency, the hesitation melting away as the two of you let each other get lost in the moment. His breath was uneven, intoxicatingly mixing with yours. The kiss grew needier, desperate, and hungry. The sound of your teeth crashing messily together was secondary as his tongue brushed against your lips, savoring, tasting, before he dared to explore further. The slick warmth, the breathy sounds between kisses, the way his body pressed against yours—it was thrilling in the best way.

“I never really liked padel that much, nor was I good at it. There was no chance of improving. But you know why I kept coming back.” Oscar's smile emerged in the middle of the kiss, his tone playful, hinting that he knew he’d been doing something wrong just for the fun of it. Paying for extra classes just to see your face more than once a week? Genius move.

“Oh, I'm so gonna kill you.” You warned him, still in disbelief, that he’d been such a fool, especially since you would’ve said yes to any date prior if he’d only had the courage. There was no need for this extreme and unnecessary padel. But, still, seeing him struggle was part of your routine—and you enjoyed it. Not wanting to hear any lame excuses, you pulled him in, deciding to stay glued to his lips for a very long time

[arc-misadventures]

Friends AU:

How's Jaune going to be treated by his new colleagues in the Specialist Corps? Or perhaps even the Ace-Ops if we gonna be really special about it.

I can understand Marrow will probably mispronounce Jaune's name a couple of times. Most likely he'll just be happy to no longer be the PFNG of the group.

Harriet might be the biggest road-block in a sense, but she's likely still hurting, and denying she's still hurting, after the loss of Tortuga.

Elm and Vine I can see as more laid-back and even accepting him as the new guy on the squad.

Clover will just be the happy-go-lucky personality he's always depicted as, maybe already trying to forge a sense of camaraderie.

All that would really set apart the Ace-Ops, painfully so, from Jaune's previous "friends".

Block Party Politics

Ironwood: Alright, Specialist, listen up!

WCEVMHJ: Sir!

Ironwood: News of, Jacques Schnee's death was made public six hours ago. And, as of learning the news if thus, the people of, Mantle will be holding a block party to celebrate his death.

Vine: Did they receive permission to hold this, Sir?

Ironwood: No, but I don't think we can stop them even if we tried. Even then, this 'block party' would act as a, Grimm 'repellent.' With everyone celebrating it will generate, 'positive energy' that will repel the, Grimm. Even if they are celebrating the fact someone died. And, I admit that even I find celebrating, Jacques Schnee's death is a bit morbid. But, it wasn't like I took out a bottle of fifty year old, Valian scotch, and took a celebratory drink. No, no, not at all.

WCEVMHJ: Hahahaha.

Ironwood: Now then, I want you lot to go down to, Mantle, and keep the peace there. Since people will be out, and about drinking, so just make sure people don't get too rowdy. If you want to enjoy the food, and some of the drinks, mingle with the locals, feel free to do so. But, only in moderation! I don't want my, Aces getting wasted at a party.

Clover: Understood, Sir.

Ironwood: Now then, expect people to ask you about information concerning, Jacques Schnee's death. Don't tell them anything, be it civilian, or reporter.

Marrow: We'll probably be asked this allot.

Harriet: Not as bad as, Winter will be.

Elm: Ha! You'll get swarmed for every little detail about how it happened.

Winter: I know, I'm planning to tell them several different stories to throw them off. Such as, he chocked to death eating lien cards so they couldn't be taxed.

Elm: Pfff! Hahahahaha!

Harriet: Oh, that is a good one!

Clover: Worse part is that if I didn't see how he died I would believe it to be true.

Winter: That just shows you what kind of man he was.

Ironwood: Alright then, is there any more questions before you head out?

Marrow: Yes, Sir; why is, John here?

Jaune: It's pronounced: 'Jaune,' not John, Marrow.

Marrow: 'Jaune?' Oh, sorry. But, my question still stands: Why is he here?

Ironwood: Ahh, yes. Specialist, may I present to you your newest member: Specialist Jaune Arc.

Marrow: WHAT?!

Harriet: Excuse me?!

Vine: Congratulations!

Elm: Welcome to the team!

Clover: Jaune's now on our team? Things are about to get interesting.

Winter: Indeed it will.

Ironwood: Now that, that is out of the way... Specialist!

WCVEMHJ: Sir!

Ironwood: Head to the landing pad, and start your mission. Dismissed!

WCVEMHJ: Yes, Sir!

~~~

Clover: So you joined the, Specialist, Jaune; When did that happen?

Jaune: I was sworn in a few days ago. And, a few days before that, Winter offered me the chance to join.

Marrow: Winter scouted you?

Elm: Why did you do that?

Harriet: Yeah, why did you scout him?

Winter: While we, Specialist are among the best, Atlas has to offer. We are lacking in one thing that, Jaune brings to the table: A highly strategic, and analytical mindset.

Clover: A strategist?

Marrow: We need one of those?

Vine: Apparently.

Harriet: But, is he even any good?

Clover: Yeah, no offence, Jaune...

Jaune: None taken.

Clover: But, is he any good as a specialist?

Winter: Remember that report about that, Karniviar I gave you?

Clover: Yeah, I remember that one. The report said that it was classified as a, C Class threat, but due to it's location it should have been classified as a, A Class threat concerning it's possible threat to, Atlas, and Mantle.

Vine: I read the report on how it was slain; A hard light shield being activated down it's throat, snapping it's neck instantly. A very simple, and yet a very effective plan. Wait, was that you, Jaune?

Jaune: Yes it was.

Harriet: You're serious?!

Jaune: Yeah. My name was on the report. There even is video of me doing it. In fact, Winter was with me when I killed it, so there should be at least two videos, and reports about it. Did you not show them, Winter?

Winter: I did not. I wanted to gage their opinions on how you killed the, Karniviar, without them knowing it was you, Jaune. They gave you glowing reviews at that.

Jaune: Oh, thanks...

Clover: Well, you'll have to show us that video later, Winter. In the meantime, welcome to the, Specialist, Jaune. You ready for your first mission?

Jaune: I expected a seek, and destroy to be my first mission as a, Specialist. So until then, this one doesn't count.

Elm: Ha! That's the spirit!

Clover: Indeed it is!

Marrow: We're about to land.

Winter: You heard the man... Specialist's this may not be our typical mission, but nonetheless it's important that we get this job done right! So lets get out there, and finish this!

CVEMH: OOH-RAH!

Jaune: Wait? You guys actually do that?! I thought that was just a thing in video games...?

~~~

Jaune: Well... looks like there's plenty of people who are waking up with a hell of a hangover in the morning... other than that...?!

: Oh, a Specialist? I haven't seen you before.

Jaune: Hmm? Oh, you're, Robyn... Robyn Hill of the Happy Huntress, right?

Robyn: Ahh, yes... I am the leader of the... Happy Huntresses...

Jaune: Ever thought about doing some rebranding?

Robyn: We have, but we haven't been able to come up with anything better...

Jaune: Really? Never thought about something like, The Redbreasts? Or, The Ruddocks?

Robyn: ...

Robyn: We spent two weeks coming up with a name that sounded better than, Happy Huntresses, and we couldn't come up with anything. And, you came up with two great names at the drop of a hat?! That's... that's not fair...

Jaune: Ha...

Robyn: I'll have to bring that up with the others. Thank you...? I'm sorry, but I never got your name?

Jaune: Oh, my apologies. My name is, Jaune Arc. Specialist Jaune Arc, its a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hill.

Robyn: The pleasure is all mine. And, please just call me, Robyn, Specialist Arc.

Jaune: In that case, you can call me just, Jaune.

Robyn: Very well then, Jaune. So tell me, what are, Atlas's Specialist's doing here at a simple block party?

Jaune: Keeping the peace, intermingling with the locals, hopefully not getting plastered.

Robyn: Really?

Jaune: Yes. You've seen police walking around, they're making sure no one does anything stupid. We, Specialist are doing the same thing. Why, did you think we are here for some other reason?

Robyn: Yes, I thought, Ironwood would be quite upset over losing his main, Dust supplier. And, even more so that the people are celebrating his death.

Jaune: You are correct, Robyn. General Ironwood was most upset when he heard about, Jacques death. Why he certainly didn't take out the vintage scotch in a celebratory toast at the news of his passing. No, no, no. General Ironwood never did anything like that at all.

Robyn: Really?

Jaune: Really, really.

Robyn: ...

Robyn: May I take your hand?

Jaune: Are you going to use your semblance on me?

Robyn: I'm sorry, but I find it hard to believe that, Ironwood celebrated his death.

Jaune: Understandable, the man has as much emotional expression as a brick wall. But, if you'll better finding out the truth, feel free to do so.

Robyn: Thank you. So, was General Ironwood really having a toast celebrating, Jacques Schnee's death?

Jaune: Yes. Hmm? Well, that's a nice shade of green.

Robyn: So it is. And, General Ironwood did take a drink toasting, Jacques's death...

Jaune: Yes he did. You'd be surprised who else celebrated his death And, did anyone ever tell you you have trust issues, Robyn?

Robyn: Only those that gave me trust issues.

Jaune: So that's how you acquired you semblance. I'm sorry to hear that.

Robyn: You believe me? That, that's how I got my semblance.

Jaune: My... former teammate has a semblance that let's her absorb electricity, and uses it to power herself up. Apparently, her semblance was unlocked after she got hit by a lighting bolt.

Robyn: Really? Well, that must have been an electrifying experience.

Jaune: ...

Robyn: Was it bad? It was bad, wasn't it?

Jaune: I've heard worse; Much worse.

Robyn: Haaa... Well, since I don't often get many of the, General's, Specialist all to myself, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I have questions about what, General Ironwood's plans for, Mantle are. But, both he, and your fellow, Specialist refuse, or deflect any of my questions.

Jaune: Sure. Feel free to ask me anything, Robyn. But, I can't answer everything; Either because I don't know, or I can't say for reasons.

Robyn: Fair enough. Do you mind if I continue to use my, Semblance?

Jaune: Not at all. But, if it's red, do understand that there may be reasons why I am, 'lying' to you. That is if your, Semblance can tell when someone is deliberately trying to mislead you. Can it?

Robyn: I don't know, let's find out.

Jaune: Sounds fun.

Robyn: Since you're a, Specialist, you have the, General's ear; Could you recommend curtain things to him?

Jaune: What things?

Robyn: You know my main goal is to support the people of, Mantle, and give them a voice. So, Is, General Ironwood, willing to support, and help, Mantle. For example: Fixing the breach in the wall?

Jaune: Oh yes he is. The winner of that game of, Hide, and Go Seek we had a while back, donated their winnings to pay for, Mantle's defenses. Both in repairing the walls, and fortifying them.

Robyn: R-Really?

Jaune: It's green.

Robyn: You're telling the truth...

Jaune: You don't believe me?

Robyn: I do.. But, Ironwood has been such a stick in the mud when it comes to rebuilding the wall, keeping everything for his secret project. I just find it hard to believe.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Robyn, you must understand this about, General Ironwood. His greatest weakness is that he can be very tunnel visioned. He will focus on one thing, and lose sight of everything else. His entire focus is on, Atlas. So if you want the, General's help with anything, paint it in the light that best helps, Mantle, and Atlas.

Robyn: Is that how the winner of the game of, Hide, and Go Seek convinced the, General? That rebuilding the walls of, Mantle would benefit, Atlas?

Jaune: Yes: Their argument was about how if the wall was rebuilt, and fortified, he would have to spend less resources defending the city, and more on his... his other projects.

Robyn: I see, thank you for telling me this, Jaune. It should help me with my future dealings with the, General. Can you tell me what his other projects are; particularly the one all these resources are being funneled into is?

Jaune: No, I can not.

Robyn: Green. Do you know what this project is?

Jaune: I do.

Robyn: Green. Can you tell me anything about this project?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I'll just say this: It will benefit more than just, Atlas, and Mantle when it is completed.

Robyn: How so?

Jaune: I cannot say.

Robyn: Why?

Jaune: Security reasons.

Robyn: But, shouldn't the people of, Mantle, and Atlas be aware of what the, General is planning?

Jaune: Robyn... The council election will happen in just over a month. The project will take at least two to three months to finish. You are basically a shoehorn to win this. Just wait until after the election, and you will learn everything, everything about this project. And, you will understand why so much resources were used, and above all, you will know why it was kept a secret.

Robyn: ...

Robyn: And, what if I do win, but General Ironwood still refuses to tell me. What then?

Jaune: Then I will tell you what he is planning.

Robyn: Y-You will...?

Jaune: I will.

Robyn: You promise?

Jaune: I give you an, Arc's vow that I will tell you what he is planning. And a, Arc never breaks their word.

Robyn: ...

Jaune: ...

Robyn: Okay...

Jaune: You aren't going to tell me what colour it was?

Robyn: I don't need to. I can see it in your eyes... You're eyes weren't lying.

Jaune: Alright.. Is there anything else you want to ask me, Robyn?

Robyn: No... no that is all I need to know. I best get going, It was nice speaking with, Specialist Jaune Arc~!

Jaune: To you as well, Robyn Hill.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: How long were you there, Clover?

Clover: Long enough.

Jaune: Are you going to report me to the, General then?

Clover: No... You didn't tell her directly what the, General was doing. Hinted, yes. But, in a vague enough way that doesn't directly answer any of her questions.

Jaune: Ms. Hill concerns are primarily about, Mantle. Her reasoning for why is quite simple: General Ironwood, and the rest of the council members are more concerned with, Atlas than they are with, Mantle. While, Miss Hill is more concerned about the needs of, Mantle than she is with, Atlas. Because of this, Miss Hill will continue to be a thorn in the, General's side until the concerns of, Mantle are addressed. My telling her that, Mantle's walls will be fixed, and fortified will keep her off the. General's back. For a time.

Jaune: The new, CCTS project will be delayed for about a month, or more because of this. However, Robyn, and her compatriots have been spotted stopping supply convoys by the members of, Team RWBY. This was quite frankly the most stressing matter we needed to attend to.

Clover: What makes you say that?

Jaune: Miss Hill strikes me as the type who would start hijacking the supply convoys to send a message to, General Ironwood.

Clover: Hmmm... Well, since, Team RWBY has been protecting those convoys, so the, 'Happy Huntresses' shouldn't pose too much of a threat to them.

Jaune: You're mistaken, Clover. Team RWBY are the greatest threat to the convoys, and thus the, CCTS project.

Clover: Team RWBY is?! Why?

Jaune: Ruby is an altruistic; It's her nature. if Robyn Hill gave her a convincing sob story, she'd blab in an instant. Blake is the one most likely to blab to spite the, General, and Atlas. She was a former member of the more radical, White Fang after all. Yang would probably talk if, Ruby, or Blake encourage her to. She puts up a tough act because of past trauma, but she's a softy on the inside. Weiss is the only one I would expect to keep a tight lip. For how long is the question though.

Clover: I never would have expected that... I think I better inform, General Ironwood of it.

Jaune: A wise decision to make. But, with, Miss Hill knowing that the walls are being repaired, and fortified she will leave the convoys alone. And, the new, CCTS will be built, undeterred. It may take two to three months longer to build, but without, Robyn Hill, and the Happy Huntresses intervention it won't be delayed for unknown lengths of time. All in all, informing, Miss Hill about the wall being rebuilt, and fortified will be a net gain. Besides, it's not like I'm telling her any secrets; The work to repair, and fortify the walls begins in two days, she would have found out eventually anyway.

Clover: (Whistles~!)

Clover: That's impressive, did you think of all of that right on the spot?

Jaune: Some of it. While I was watching over the kids when they were heading to school, and when their mother's weren't flirting with me... They often talked about how there were happy that a huntsman was watching their kids as they went to school. And, how they, and many of their other friends were worried about more, Grimm attacks.

Jaune: General Ironwood should have ordered that the wall to be repaired the second he learned it was breached. But, he's too blind by desire to get the new, CCTS built.

Jaune: The people are scared, and that's getting the, Grimm rowdy. If the, Grimm become active, and people learn he's only focused on getting the, CCTS up, and running. We'll have a lot more things to deal with than just the, Grimm.

Clover: Wow... Okay... Winter... Winter was right on the money...

Jaune: 'Right on the money;' About what?

Clover: You have one hell of a strategic, and analytical mindset. I wouldn't have thought of any of that. Winter made the right decision asking you to join us.

Jaune: Oh, thank you, Clover. I appreciate that.

Clover: Think nothing of it. Now then, we best get back to work. We don't want to be caught lollygagging now do we?

Jaune: Oh? I thought you'd be taking the most the opportunities to be found in this day of revelry.

Clover: What are you talking about?

Jaune: First off, you have a lipstick smug on your cheek.

Clover: Oh really? One of the locals gave me a celebratory kiss, must have left a smudge.

Jaune: Yeah, a smudge of lipstick the same shade of brown I saw, Harriet apply to her lips on the ride down here.

Clover: Can't a girl look pretty?

Jaune: Yeah, but I saw, Harriet make a beeline down the street, the same way you're heading too.

Clover: So, we're both heading down the same street, what's suspicious about that?

Jaune: She was walking towards, Ever Light Hotel.

Clover: Yeah, Harriet told me about the place. Lots of five star reviews.

Jaune: It's a love hotel.

Clover: ...

Jaune: ...

Clover: Uhhhh...?

Jaune: There's a pharmacy three stores down; I recommend you get yourself some condoms, unless you want to test how your semblance defines, 'lucky.'

Clover: ...

Clover: Okay...

Jaune: Smart lad. Well, have fun you two...

Clover: D-Did anyone ever tell you that you notice way too much?

Jaune: A few.

Clover: And, that it's really scary how much you notice?

Jaune: More than a few.

Clover: Oh... okay...

Clover: You're not going to...?

Jaune: Nope.

Clover: Oh, thank you.

Jaune: Now get going, it's rude to keep a lady waiting.

Clover: Alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Jaune.

Jaune: Tomorrow then.

Jaune: ...

(CRASH?!!)

: OI?! Watch watch where you're going?!

: Wha..? Y-You were in my way... Asshole!

: Why you?!

: RAH!

: AHH!!!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Haaa...

Jaune: Alright then, back to work...

[axelakim]

Broken Pieces

Pairing: Logan Howlett x F!reader (20 ish something)

Genre: angst and angst 

Warning: age gap, not proofread, use of Y/N

Summary: You got a crush on Logan while he is still overshadowed by Jean's death. The love journey between you two gets on a bumpy path.

Xavier school has been busy because of the new entrances. Young, hopeless mutant which Professor X found out through Cerebro. The teachers feel a bit overwhelmed by them. It is kinda hard to control the youngsters to face their fear. Fear of losing control. Ororo, Raven, Hank, Logan, and Professor put so much effort changing the youngsters mindset. Saturday night feels a bit lay low now, the students are partying in Xavier's backyard, including you. The only class five mutant student in the school. telekinesis, energy manipulation, and some form of neuroelectronic interfacing power

all united in the body of an 18 year old girl. 4 years ago Professor accompanied by storm came to your house offering a safe place, you'd call your second home now. What about the parents? they still visit you once in a while. At the beginning you thought they were the one who called Professor to take you out but turned out wrong. Charles who's the one tracked you. They never abandoned their little girl, the reason why your mom and dad let you go is for the reason that you will be able to accept your gifts and harness it for the better use like X-Men did. So here you are now. Being an exemplary student after 4 years of practicing in this gifted school.

Logan is one of your favorite teachers. He teaches history. You two share quite strong bonding whether in usual or defense class. Always has his eye on you, protecting you even though he knows it's just a practice. That's how you develop a crush on him since last year. After Jean's death, Logan has been a different man, he mourns for almost 6 months fully. But when he was told to teach history to fill his days by the professor he got better. That's the moment he met you.

The party is almost done, several of your friends went back to the dorm already. You and Gina and Hector are left behind. Enjoying each other's company till almost midnight. 

When you got back to your room, you saw logan and Ororo chatting in the living room. They didn't hear you coming, you were about to say hi but it stopped your intention when you heard Miss Grey's name in the conversation.

“So how you feeling logan?” ororo asked

“Great, the kids are quite a handful but i always manage it i always do”

“No, not the kids. I mean jean. Still dreamed of her?”

“O-oh yeah still the same. It's always about the wars and her, every night”

“You have to move on logan. That was not your fault. Try to make peace with it. I hate to see my friend suffer” she sighed

“It is what it is storm. At least I get occupied with the kids. Leave me struggling just at night” he answered while sipping the beer

You were still there, knowing it was wrong to eavesdrop on your teacher's conversation. That's all because of Logan, your curiosity increases when it comes to him.

“I see you close with Y/N. You two seem to share a special moment in every class you taught. Would you tell me about that?” 

“Y/N?” he chuckle, “Nah she's a sweet kid but I just care for her as a student”

“Maybe caring for someone can mean something logan. You act differently around her I can see that. Smile more often. She able to dissipate your scowl face instantly and the school is not against it let me tell you”

Little did you know,you smile hearing her chatter

“No storm, she wasn't even near to Jean” logan almost snapped and bowed his head in frustration.

You've heard it all. Heart breaks into pieces knowing he doesn't feel anything for you after all he does the whole damn year. Feeling you shouldn't be there since the beginning, you stupidly stepped back, hand hitting the vase on the table near you. The vase breaks into pieces resembling how your heart feels right now. Logan and Storm are taken aback with what happened. You ran fast but carefully to your room, hoping they would not see you in the first place. 

“What was that?” logan asked

“I don't know. No one's here. The hall is empty too” while looking around

“Maybe the pets did it” she adds

“Yeah maybe. Let's just clear this up” was the last thing you heard from your room.

Crying silently, you want to stop but you just can't. There's agony and rage inside of you.

“Why you feel hurt Y/N? Why? he's just try to be a good teacher, nothing more. Accept it, accept it you stupid pathetic girl. You're not Miss Jean Grey” talking to yourself like a lunatic. 

The crying is getting uncontrollable. You become bad at controlling your power if you were filled with so much negative energy but forcing the dark power inside to not come out is hard. You don't want to wake everyone up. So, you decide to go to the backyard in a hurry. Near the lake u keep trying to hold it all but your body can't lie. Your face is numb, can't feel anything. Body floating in the air and is circled by the red light which is your power. You were struggling, and couldn't catch a breath.

Professor woken up by the energy of yours. He awakened all the teachers and told them to go to your room but you're not there. All of them went directly to the backyard but they found nothing, you were drowning in the lake at that moment. Logan saw a vague red light from the water. He knew it was you, he jumped into the water to save you.

You are all wet and unconscious. Storm doing CPR so that the water you swallowed spat out. You woke up for a moment and saw everyone.

“Jesus kid, are you okay?” he asked, full of worry in his voice. 

“I'm s-sorry i…” said you faintly

Before you could continue you ran out of energy and blacked out. They finally bring you to the lab. Logan was the one carrying you there without you realizing it.

I will make several part of this story. I've rarely seen angst for Logan, so I try to write it myself. Let me know your thoughts about this. Hope you guys enjoy it!

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Chapter 538: Hyuk & Wooin.

Ps: already posted this on Reddit.

Firstly, I would like to mention that I'm trying to analyze based on facts and minimize using my opinion. Secondly, please don't leave disrespectful comments.

Now let's jump into the topic. This chapter mainly focuses on Sabbath and we even learned new facts about them. There's nothing to analyze about Joker & Dom as of now, though their interaction was very enjoyable to read.

It seems that Wooin is, in fact, not at his peak not because of his lack of training but because of injury that is actually much more serious than it might seem at first. From what we see, the accident happened in the Pungha high and it's been at least 3 years since he left Pungha high track riding school and quit professional training. However, the injury he received seems to be still affecting him after years and that definitely suggests that it wasn't fully healed, treated properly or it might be chronic issue now (which seems to be most likely). From what I analyzed, this could be meniscus tear, ligament injury or even arthritis caused by the injury. Wooin seems to be aware of his limitations and has already come to accept, so it's obvious that this injury is pretty much old now but it still impacts his performance and limits his potential. Seems like the only time we can see Wooin's true potential is during his Pungha high years which we're very less likely to ever get. It makes me question him, though, why did he continue cycling? For Hyuk?

Now, Hyuk Kwon. So in order to understand his entire mindset about "breaking wings", let's remember what wings symbolize in the first place: freedom & potential. In many cultural and psychological contexts, wings represent ability to rise above and escape. The act of breaking wings refer to Hyuk's sadism, unhealthy obsession, need of being in control. What caught my attention was how dragonfly had "leash" on its tail. This, again, shows us two things:

1. Hyuk's obsession and how he ends up destroying the very thing that acts as his target for his tendencies - which again leads us to conclusion that he's control freak. Because obsession isn't only about feelings but also mindset, the way of thinking. For now, the target of his obsessive tendencies is Jay and hence "I want to hear the sound of your wings breaking", basically Hyuk intending to completely devour Jay and leave him hopeless, maybe even for life.

2.His sadism. He takes dragonfly in the environment where it should be free, where tons of dragonflies are free while he's not freeing HIS dragonfly, just making it think that it's free. Then he processeds to break its wings and completely making it impossible for the insect to be free again. He seems to like taking away something pure or valuable at the peak of its existence.

Funnily enough, Wooin and Hyuk share lots of similarities. It's no wonder that they can get along so well:

1. They both lack empathy.

2. They both share sadistic tendencies, however differently. While Hyuk seems to be enjoying final destruction, taking away something valuable at the peak of its existence and leaving someone with nothing, Wooin seems to take pleasure in mental manipulation such as provocations, watching the process unfold, watching people struggle just to gain nothing in the end. Basically, Wooin enjoys the entire process of sadistically breaking someone and Hyuk seems to take pleasure in the outcome.

3. Both of them are emotionally detached at some point.

4. Both of them break rules and even enjoy doing so.

5. Pushing boundaries.

6.Manipulative in their own ways.

7.Complex and twisted view on what's "fun" and "enjoyable"

Really messed up but hey, at least they found each other.

Tag list: @feelsclear @ammiya

[dontnoticemelol]

Tsu'tey x Ex-marine Reader– Angsty Oneshot

Word Count: 3.0k

Summary: Reader served in the marines for years, hiding a deep secret from those around them. With a newfound situationship, the reveal of it is threatened.

Warnings: Mentions of grief, and death...

>Requested by @bdhcghjj – hope this suffices for your request, enjoy!

From as far as your memory could go back, the most impactful reminiscents of your life were the ones filled with death.

Death– always secretly lingering in the shadows like a panther waiting to pounce on its prey. At this rate, grief commonly guided you through your miserable life on Earth.

Perhaps, that's why you tended to run away from places which became too familiar. Deeply fearing that those you cared for would disappear if you got too comfortable there.

You had even made space in your hectic life for an annual rule. Each year, you would move to a new city– new colleagues, place, acquaintances. New everything.

This drill of yours, usually worked best with the peaceful aspect of your life. However, being in the marines complicated it quite a lot as the death rate was significantly higher in the recent years. No matter where you went, the omniscient concept was waiting to strike.

It wasn't much of a bother though, as you were used to losing people. If it so happened that any of your fellow comrades tragically lost their lives, you would mourn them in a respectful manner, of course. Fully honouring their strong willed spirits, and bravery. Nevertheless, no tears would be shed. No matter how close you had grown to become.

In your mind, this made perfect sense. You were simply protecting yourself. Or for better wording, you were moulding yourself to become the best, most tough version you could possibly become. Regardless of whether or not it was based on an irrational mindset.

Your most recent move you embarked on earlier this year was much more expansive as compared to those before. Completely different, infact. Afterall, you had found yourself waking up in the glass chamber, on a completely different planet.

Even so, as rash as your decision to accept this opportunity was, would it ever present itself to you again? How could you not accept it?

Funny enough, Jake was the only person you hadn't technically abandoned. However, this was only because you were once again reunited in the Avatar Program, after serving together years ago.

You still remembered the first day of your new life–

After you were introduced to the people who would eventually become a second family to you, you sat on your assigned bed wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

Oh, how fast time flied. The memory of your legs dangling off the edge of that bed now seemed distant in your mind.

"Hey!" Jake's loud voice snapped you from your small daydream. "How's the wind that side?" He shouted over the roaring wind of the Pandoran skies.

" 's just right!" You shouted back, offering a joyous smile. To which, he returned his own toothy smile back.

It happened so fast, from one moment, you were soaring through the skies on your new Ikran.

The next, you found yourself stuck in your mind, teleported back into the past.

Several different memories flashed by. Your first time meeting the team; the otherworldly feeling which encompassed you when you first entered the avatar body, so on and so forth.

The majestic creature carrying you disappeared from your thoughts, replaced with yet again, another memory–

Tsu'tey's hands slowly guiding your own pair that rested atop the bow. He moved quick in adjusting your shoulders to fix your poor posture. As soon as his fingertips left your soft skin, an invading chill replaced his previously given warmth.

Just the thought of this one memory made soft flutters of love appear in your chest.

This was a very special one, not only because after you finally shot your first target properly, after weeks of copious training. It was also due to the fact, on that same day the energy and relationship between the two of you changed— for the better.

A friendship had already been blooming slowly before this. You were quite surprised when you realized that you actually had a lot in common. Well– only regarding personality, not your respective planets.

Like you, he enjoyed deep conversations about what was right or wrong. Sometimes even leaning into debating territory.

You were both keen to protect those who need protection regardless of whether your own livelihood got threatened in the process.

An unconditional love for mother nature and her creations rested deep within each of your souls. This was truly something you never expected from Tsu'tey. You figured that since he had such a serious exterior, he must be the same when it comes to the world around him. Logical and concise, but once you finally saw him for him, you were proved otherwise wrong.

He fervently adored the beauty of Eywa's hand on his home. So much so, that it was the main reason he trained in such an arduous way. All to protect the vast serenity and biosphere of the forest.

Not to mention your insane above-average athletic abilities almost a match to his, which helped you succeed in the training at a much faster rate than Jake.

In his mind, this was one of the main reasons he sincerely respected you and fell deeply in love. Perhaps, after you passed your initiation, the two of you could form a hunting duo.

It was written in the stars for you to spend the days together, training and speaking of anything that could come to mind. If fate could have it, maybe even the nights together, watching the stars and cuddling under the majestic trees.

The wind slowed down into a calm breeze as your Ikran began its descent to the cliff overhang. At a snails pace, your eyes became accustomed again to the view infront of you. Blue sky mixed with colours of the soft sunset entered your pupils. Lulling your overjoyed mind into a peacefulness which you had been chasing your entire life.

After her claws sunk into the soft grass, you held your joined kurus, and softly seperated them. The tendrils continued moving towards the other's. You admired their graceful movements and soft colours for a second, before pushing your's behind your back. The small cliff was quite secluded, thanks to the large trees that sprung up from it's ground.

The soft grass met the soles of your feet, tickling your skin in the process. Your expression spread into a smile.

How fast everything had changed– your surroundings, your life and even your mindset. All in a span of a few months. Who knew that all one needed in life was to be whisked away to another celestial body to live among the aliens.

Though, one thing that remained with you was death.

Well, not exactly death, but the fear of losing someone you deeply felt affection for. This was apparent as the fear ran up your spine when Tsu'tey's own Ikran slowly landed next to you.

He expertly unmounted from the creature, and began walking toward you. In that moment, a thousand thoughts were racing through your mind. One of them occupied with how handsome and ethereal of a being he was. Another, reminding you that the people around you would eventually be taken by the natural process that is death.

As usual, the latter overpowered the former. To think, that you were a rational, wise person despite this pessimistic thinking.

An overwhelming sense of dread sinked into your limbs. Weighing you down to the ground and filling your senses with an indescribable amount of anxiety.

Only when he stood in front of you, did you notice how fast he closed the distance. You looked up at his visage and noted the slight quiver that graced his beautiful upper lip. Before he could utter any words, you purposely interrupted him.

"Are Neytiri and Jake not landing here?" You asked, walking closer to the edge and looking off expectantly in the distance.

He followed suit and came near you. "No. I asked them to leave us for awhile." He replied shortly after, baring the same confidence which always surrounded him. You stopped peering over the edge, turning to face him in hesitance.

"Oh... Why is that?" You asked apprehensively. Although, you already had an idea as to why. You hoped it wasn't truly concerning that matter he wanted to discuss with you.

He took a few steps closer, careful not to cross boundaries by invading your personal space. "You know why—" He motioned with his hands in an attempt to jog your memory.

You couldn't bring yourself to tell him that he didn't need to do that. Since, you still remembered the short conversation you had the other night. That conversation about furthering your relationship into something deeper, eventually delving into a Three-Worded-Statement which you deeply regretted.

Regardless, you acted oblivious. Vouching to instead, leave this conversation as immediately as you could and possibly start afresh in another place, because– it had happened again. You had gotten too comfortable with Tsu'tey, Neytiri and the team. But, most especially with Tsu'tey.

"Actually, I don't..." You began, as you avoided his watchful gaze. "Maybe we should go join the clan, it looks like it will be dark soon." You said, walking past him toward your Ikran.

"So, you don't remember telling me that you love me?" He asked with a small scoff. Your hands were working fast to readjust the saddle, but stopped abruptly after registering what he said.

You turned back to him and to your surprise he was already closer to you. Oh right, he's fantastic at sneaking up on whatever his heart desires.

Your mouth opened a bit, but nothing came out. What could you even say in this predicament, how would you tell him that it was a mistake. Or better yet, how would you tell him that you have an inescapable fear of losing people you love, and that's the reason you regretted ever sharing your true feelings. Since, by doing that, you solidified the love you felt and made it part of your reality.

You came to stand in front of him, and took a deep breath. He continued burning holes into your figure with his gaze, yet, also waiting patiently for a reasonable explanation. "Look, I—" You looked up at him, to show that you truly didn't have any malicious intent.

"I'm sorry for saying that, but I can't give you the love you need." Those few words fell like a vile of poison spilling it's contents onto the embodiment of true love. The slimmer of hurt that passed over his eyes, giving them a wet glint did not go unnoticed by you.

Now, it was obvious that the same poison which spilt from your lips delivered a vicious attack on his fragile heart. The same heart which had once loved someone, but adhered a soul threatening loss.

He always kept a tough exterior, but you knew that on the inside, he was hurting and longing for love again. Here you came, keeping up a facade of promised love, only to shatter said promise. You had truly done such a shitty thing to him.

"Why not? What changed since the day we professed our love to one another?" He asked. His usually imperturbable face adorned with blatant bewilderment.

The sight of this brave warrior slowly crumbling right in front of you shattered your heart. Even more so, since you had caused it.

You sighed defeatedly, "Nothing changed, Tsu'tey." Careful with your words, you reached for his right hand, smothering it with your own. "You didn't do anything wrong." You reassured him, and soon after let go of his hand.

"I'm... scared of losing people. When I was younger, I lost my mom. She was bestfriend, my other half. Yet, death still claimed her too soon. Just thinking of her hurts." You felt your eyes becoming teary at the mere thought of her beautiful soul, gone too soon.

"So— I'd rather not get close with anyone." You said, fully concluding the root of your intense problem.

Though, you were sharing this deep secret of yourself to him, you were also reaffirming your deepest flaw.

It had always brought such shame to think about the world in such a black and white way, but now that it was out there, you felt free. It felt as though a million pounds of immense pressure had been lifted off your stressed shoulders.

You waited for him to respond with harshness or belittling. However, he simply took in what you said and nodded understandingly.

After a small moment of silence between you, he finally responded with actual words. "You already know about my loss, and what it did to me." He spoke softly, which was rare for him. His voice always had a certain rigourousness gnawing at the surface.

"You also know how it destroyed me, inside out—" His hand landed firmly over his chest, his expression soft, gentle and showing raw emotion.

He swallowed hard before continuing, eyes turning glossier. "But, the moments we shared when she was alive were still worth it. Even though she left too early, we were able to share something special." He said, finishing his statement off with a heartfelt ending.

His meaningful utterance pierced through your closed off heart and stubborn mindset with indomitable power. Slowly, but surely, it made sense.

As if he was reading your mind and able to see that you were changing for the better, he came even closer. Less than an arms length away now. This time, it was his turn to reassure you as he cupped you hands with his larger pair.

"Death is only another state of existence on Pandora. Besides, it's inevitable." He said. Despite the morbidity, he was right. Eventually, he too was going to leave this plane of existence, transferring into another state. Once again, one of the perks of Eywa's omniscient hand. However, you were also going to.

You were at a loss for words. Truly.

How he had managed to guide you through an almost complete 180°, in such a short time span– you had no idea. Perhaps, what he said was truly irrefutable. Or– you were undeniably in love with him, to such a large extent too. Whatever the reason may have been, you knew one thing– you wanted to spend the rest of avatar lifetime with him.

You let out a shaky breath. By this point, a few tears had been shed. Slowly, they made their way down your cheeks which were adorned with a slight purple tone. "You're right—" You said, letting out a small chuckle of disbelief from this turning point.

You released one of your hands from his, bringing it up to his cheek. Softly, you caressed the side of his beautiful face, stopping near his jawline.

"I do love you..." You revealed. Though, it wasn't much of a reveal, since he already knew this well. Just from the way you lovingly looked at him with endearing eyes.

Upon your statement, he positioned his arms around your waist. Gazing down at you with equal amounts of love, and perhaps something else remaining underneath the surface. Something such as– an unquenchable thirst to taste you.

He smiled passionately at you, "And, I love you."

You moved your arms to his neck, as your lips joined together to move in an affectionate unison. A warmth slowly seeped into your skin. Turning into a blazing fire, it made its way down to your core.

A deeper want, which exceeded this already passionate kiss, lied beneath each of your bodies. Caged like an animal– scratching away at the bars to be let free.

In only a few minutes, the 'affectionate' kiss had delved into something more aggrandized. A full on makeout session had been initiated.

His lips moved against yours with intense infatuation. With his muscular arms, he guided you backwards to a smooth rock grounding. Slowly, you lowered yourself down just as his lips left yours, his arms safely securing you. He began a trail of warm kisses along your jaw, unhurriedly moving onto your neck.

The ground's comfortable landing met your plush behind. In true honour of his hidden gentle nature, he stopped for a bit to help you safely lay down. Only after, going ontop of you.

Your fervent makeout session soon continued suit, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, wanting— no, needing to feel him closer. You reached behind his back to pull his kuru forwards, then after grabbed your own.

Before joining the two, you seperated from his deliciously addictive lips, to ask for consent. He balanced himself back up with his hands. Briefly, he glanced towards the tendrils that yearned for the other's. His attention turned back to you, and he nodded twice.

With his full approval, you joined the two together. It felt unreal, otherworldly, dreamlike. Those words only vaguely described the truly indescribable feeling that overwhelmed your senses.

He shut his eyes, as the equivalent feeling catapulted him into deep concentration. As the feeling picked up in intensity, he opened his eyes.

In that moment, you stared into each other's windows to the soul. Seeing the other's memories and experiencing each other's emotions. From that moment, you both knew that you were meant for each other– and, that the approaching night would be filled with fervent pleasure and ecstasy.

Not only, had you found love here, but you had learnt an important lesson on death. It was inevitable, it always found a way to creep into the happiest of homes. However, it shouldn't stand in the way of potential loving relationships and connections with the beings around you.

With his irrefutable and wise words, you had found a way to start pushing past that debilitating fear. Though, you would have to continue working on it, the beginning of this new chapter of your life had just arrived.

Thankfully, you had found a permanent home, and a forever soulmate. Even if death dared to separate you, in spirit you would still be together.

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Thank you for reading this story! 😘❤️

[lavernius]

What are your headcanons on Locus' pre-war life? Like his family, friends, aspirations, hobbies, etc. Also do you think he joined the military willingly or by draft?

OMG this ask got me so excited. I love talking about individual character headcanons. Usual "under a cut because I started rambling" disclaimer, warnings for discussions of various childhood traumas and VERY vague allusions to self-endangering behavior.

Now I will say my personal headcanons for Locus's childhood are a liiiiittle cliche. But who GAF.

I loosely (as in: I like the idea but I don't care enough about lining up RVB and Halo's canons to make it make sense) headcanon that Locus is from the colony Madrigal, which was glassed when he was very young (~5 years old). He was moved to The Rubble briefly, but was probably evacuated (or something) during the Battle of the Rubble onto some other colony or colony ship.

His childhood was largely surrounded by authority, specifically that of Insurrectionist soldiers, and he hasn't really known life without direct exposure to the war since he was young--what with coming from a glassed planet and living in close contact with the Covenant. His exposure to the Covies is probably why he harbors some sympathy for them during his time in the military, but he also left the first home he knew because of them, so for a long time he wasn't sure how to feel about the war.

This sounds funny to say but I can't really imagine Locus having parents, or at least having any relationship with his parents, positive or negative. Probably one of a group of orphans on Madrigal and stayed sort of a vagrant until he hit 18, maybe lost his parents to the glassing. His opinion on the UNSC was informed by the Innies he grew up with, so he wouldn't have joined the military willingly--he got drafted, simply put. It's more complicated than just "got drafted" but I'd need to think on it…

He never really knew what he wanted to do in life. Growing up so directly affected by the war means he thought he'd either 1.) naturally be drawn into the fighting at some point or 2.) die before he had to figure his life out. Thus he never tried to REMOVE himself from the "inevitability" and mindlessly accepted being thrust into battle as soon as he was old enough.

I imagine he spends basically his entire life up to his mid-thirties dissociated from the world around him. People didn't really mean anything because he was so used to being on the move and just surviving, any human sympathy he might have had eventually became sunken cost because it never made a difference. He didn't like being in the corps at first, partially because he was raised radicalized against the UNSC, but he fell into the roots of his "I'm just a soldier" mindset around his early 20s.

His childhood was extremely short and he was forced out of it before he was a teenager. He's never developed a personal identity, very political from a young age in a way that was debilitating his chances of just experiencing life. He's always been too quiet and awkward to make friends easily + lots of people considered him dangerous, so every relationship in his life has been kind of shallow (until the Reds and Blues come along. Siris is a complicated exception).

If he DID have any interests at a young age, I think--and this sounds like me being a #fujoshi but I swear to god I genuinely just think this to be true in isolation--he would enjoy mechanical work. His mind is very literal and he doesn't feel fulfilled if he's not actively DOING something. Growing up on an Outer Colony meant things often needed fixing, so it was one of the easiest ways to keep himself busy. He was very much an "odd jobs" kind of teen who would do anything for pennies. Kind of reflects in his post-Chorus lifestyle, honestly.

He was also very impulsive when he was younger. Bit of a people pleaser, would do anything if it meant he was "doing a good job", which was very flimsily defined. I think that despite how subdued he is as an adult he's the kind of guy who's "tried everything", has experienced every vice. Mostly around his late teens, but when he was a bounty hunter he relapsed back into unsafe practices because it was one of the peaks of Felix learning how to manipulate Locus so Locus was doing Very Bad. Locus would go missing every other night to slink through clubs and alleys on his own, that kind of thing.

Maybe a little boring of a backstory overall but Locus has always struck me as someone without much to say about himself. He doesn't like being asked but if you pried it out of him he'd just say "My childhood was about what you'd expect." I lean into him being a "statistic" because I think it suits him in a very specific "brown person experience" way that I won't elaborate on (but if you know you know). He's a late bloomer because I'm a sucker for 30+ year olds realizing life doesn't end after your 20s no matter how bad everything seems.

[justpeaxchy]

Omg so I’ve been following you for a teensy tiny bit, and while I enjoy everything you write, I’ve got to say that recent headcanons for Hiccup having a younger sister definitely takes the cake,

So, if you’re up to it, maybe some more on that? I don’t know exactly (SORRY), but maybe something angsty???

A/n: Don't worry! I enjoy every request I get, so I don't mind 🫶🏼! I don't do much angsty posts, so let's see how this goes!

Warnings: the aftermath of Stoick's death in Hiccup and reader's life, anger, denial, distancing. Basically, angsty stuff.

Notes: reader is 18 years old for this one, still younger than Hiccup, though!

'I'll Leave You Words'

To say that you both didn't expect for Stoick's death to happen was an understatement; You were unprepared for it. Even that couldn't describe the sudden event.

Hiccup was put in a place of defeating Drago and didn't have the proper amount of time to fully grieve his father, other than having the moment of sending him off in the ship that was used for his funeral.

You knew that, if you still felt the weight of everything that had happened, Hiccup was more than likely to be experiencing the same thing.

He was placed in the position of Chief without anymore preparation, and you watched as he took on the responsibilities that Stoick once carried.

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You hesitated to knock on the door that blocked you from seeing your older brother, hearing paper being constantly shuffled to and fro and the sound of his prosthetic repeatedly moving against the floor. 'Why can't you just knock?' You asked yourself, fighting back the arising apprehensiveness that tugged at the back of your mind.

Taking a deep breath in, you slowly raised your hand against the door, and after a moment, you firmly knocked on it, waiting for it to be opened. That, however, did not happen. Instead, you barely heard his voice from the other end: "..Come in."

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You could tell he was more distant than normal, a coping mechanism you noticed he used sometimes. It was shown in the way he often left Berk with Toothless, but it was quite obvious he couldn't particularly do that right now.

He wanted to show Berk that he wasn't the same 15 year old 'screw up', as he called it. You wanted to make him see that he was never truly a mistake, even when he made mistakes growing up.

He was on the edge of sinking into that mindset of thinking he was 'less than', and you weren't going to sit back and watch.

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He usually was the only to open the door whenever you knocked. You shook off that thought, though. Hesitantly stepping in his room, you briefly looked at the scattered parchment paper across his desk; it wasn't looking too good.

You wanted to help, help with the silent struggles he was going through, but you didn't know if he was open enough to accept that just yet. "Hey, uhm, can we talk, Hiccup..?" You began to lightly fidget with your hands, watching as he kept his back towards you. He did pause in his movements when he heard your question, slightly tilting his head in your direction for you to continue.

"Look... Hiccup, you need to allow yourself to grieve. There's... there's a time and place for it to end, yes, but I think you haven't even given yourself the opportunity to--"

"I have. You said it's what you think, correct?" He sighed, aimlessly moving the paper on his desk, "I'm fine. I already did that when we put him in that ship, remember?"

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It was evident that there was still parts of him that hadn't fully came to terms that Stoick was gone, and he needed the time to accept that.

But, in his mind, he already "grieved" over the loss of his father. So, he didn't see the reason for him to let out what he thought he already left behind at the ship.

He was focused on repairing Berk and taking care of a whole island of people now. It wasn't providing a great distraction for what he was truly feeling on the inside, though.

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"Hiccup. You're not weak or too emotional. We..lost our dad, not just the Chief." You narrowly seen his shoulders hunch at your statement, not ignorant at the sight of his hands clutching onto the desk. "If I'm still feeling this way, you need to let out whatever you're holding in too." You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly upset that your older brother was keeping these things to himself, slowly making it worse.

It was silent for a moment, the atmosphere tense, before you heard the small noise of a sniffle. You took a step forward, getting a glimpse of Hiccup wipe his eyes, "It's...a bit.. overwhelming..? Sometimes.." He mumbled, still not showing his face, causing you to come closer to him as he lowered his head.

Once you were able to actually see him, he looked exhausted. There were no words exchanged as you reached out for him, pulling him into a long hug while he slowly wrapped his own arms around you in return. "Dad is.. really gone, huh..?"

At his question, you were unable to respond. Instead, you held him tighter, feeling tears swell up in your own eyes. Your silence spoke louder than any words you might have uttered, and it made Hiccup give in.

Soon enough, Toothless watched with a saddened gaze as the brother and sister cried on each other's shoulders, not wanting to disturb them in any way.

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It took some time for him to heal from the sudden scar that was placed on him; that is, Stoick's death.

He was there when you felt overwhelmed by it all as well, and he wouldn't leave your side until he saw that you were truly okay.

He would let you cry for however long you needed to, telling you things like: "I'm here, it's okay" and "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Valka, Astrid, Gobber, and the rest of the gang were willing to help and be there for you both, but in Hiccup's eyes, you were the only one who knew what he was feeling. As his sister, you are the closest person he's had in his life, even when he thought of himself to be a failure in the past.

Overall, Hiccup was eventually able to think back on his father without having the same reaction he might've had before you started to confront him about the things he was keeping inside, and you both were able to stand back up - not only for yourselves, but for Berk.

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[hpdabbles]

I don't know if you also accept writing requests on this blog, but if so, could you please write more about fae! Harry? I really loved the concept and keep rereading this post again and again. Thank you so much in advance.

Harry's sorting is a little different from the rest of the school. Professor Feline, a stern woman with a lovely Scottish accent, made him wait in the hallway while the rest of the first years were taken inside.

At first, he had grown frightful that she wouldn't allow him to attend school, but his nerves were settled when Belle had leaned in to whisper that all Potters weren't allowed in areas where attendance was made.

It was to protect the students' real names.

Once every last first year was sorted, and the Headmaster explained why they could not say their names in his presence to the muggle-raised children, Professor Feline would come back for him and sort him. Harry figured the woman hadn't given her real name because her identity didn't wrap around him like all the muggles he'd met.

And wasn't that a shock? After Belle had explained everything she knew about the Potter Family, Harry realized something.

Apparently, someone giving him their name was the magical equivalent of giving him control over their person. It was a binding that only his people- the Fae- could do. If he commanded it, the person who give away their name, must do anything he desired. He could have them become his servant, command them to walk off a cliff or break into song, or even kill others in his name.

These people were called the Unname because Harry was given their names. Even if it wasn't their full name, as most didn't introduce themselves with their middle names, for example, if their identity was attached to the part Harry had heard, he had some control over them.

If Harry practices enough, he could influence their thoughts and emotions. Apparently, there was a Potter who enjoyed taking away the sensation of fear from people so they would never be afraid again - which sounds nice on the surface.

A lot of those Unname ended up dead because they lost the feeling of fear. They were not afraid to insult people they shouldn't, they were not scared of taking risks they shouldn't, and most of them had not been afraid of death itself, so none of them were careful.

Belle had pointed out that people did stupid things without fear, and his ancestor wasn't nice.

Pearl had jumped in, explaining that Fae and human ideas of kindness were slightly different because Fae tended to have a more mischievous mindset and never thought things through. This didn't mean they were evil or trying to be cruel.

It just meant they saw the world differently. Of course, there were some Fae who were cruel and evil, the kind that liked stealing humans and keeping them as toys. The ones all those myths the muggles kept alive of the creatures spoke of.

But Nick empathized that it was the same with humans. Not all of the human race were murderers, but there were some rotten apples hidden in societies.

All that because names had power. The kind Harry had never known he could control. It made sense now why his aunt tried so hard to never introduce Harry.

She was trying to protect the other humans, but she failed, as she wanted to appear normal, and you don't usually avoid a name in conversations. He owed a lot of muggles, as all of them were free with their identities in his presence.

For once, since finding out he was a wizard, Harry was excited to go back to the Durselys. He wanted to check and see if he had made them Unnamed, and if he had, then there would be some big changes at Number 4 Private Drive.

"Mr. Potter." Professor Feline called, opening the door. "It is time for your sorting. Come along, child, we need you to sit at the stole as quickly as possible."

Harry straightened up, feeling his hair lift in excitement. This was it. He was going to become a full-fledged wizard! He stepped around the woman, thanking her softly, only to freeze as every pair of eyes in the large dining hall zeroed in on him.

Their stars pin him in place, making it impossible for Harry to move. He becomes painfully conscious of his flying hair, how the clothes hang on his frame and the position of his arms.

Reaching to flatten his hair, he feels his face burn in mortification as whispers and mutters break across the room. He wishes he could sink into the ground and never be seen again

Four long tables were covered with children of various ages, all wearing the same robes as Harry's, but his were pure black, while everyone else had different coloring lines in their outfits.

"Go on, Mr. Potter," Professor Feline urges, pressing her hand to the top of Harry's back when Harry just stands there. He allows himself to be led to the front, feeling the children's eyes on him like a cold mist on his skin. Aunt Petunia made him wake early those winter mornings and shovel the driveway without gloves and a too-large jacket.

He passes by the blue table where one of the teenagers presses himself far away from Harry. He crosses himself three times, holding a rosary in front of him like a shield.

A girl in yellow was doing something similar further down the tables- closer to the stole that the professor was leading him to- but she held up bread and a clad of metal staring him down as if daring him to try her.

Harry wasn't entirely sure what all that was about, so he ducked his head and avoided her eyes. He did notice that Pearl was sitting at the green table while Nick, Belle, and Herb (the chubby boy from the train who lost his toad) were all at the red table.

He offers them waves, beaming when they wave back. When Harry gets to steal, and a hat is placed on his head, Harry realizes something important.

He had been so focused on explaining his family during the train ride that he had forgotten to ask about the houses. When Pearl and Nick talked about the school, they skipped over that part and went straight into some kind of sports game.

He had been so busy trying to learn everything he could about his own kind. He had no idea which house best fit him.

But I do. A voice whispered in his mind, causing Harry to jump. I know the perfect place for a curious Fae like you. Since you have no preferences, I'll place you in the ideal place.

"RAVENCLAW!" The hat thunders over Harry's head. He practically leaps out of his skin when it does, but it's removed from his head just as suddenly.

The blue table erupts in screams and shouts as they start chanting, "We got Potter! We got Potter!". Harry feels a beaming smile forming on his face as he scurries to the table, his black robes shifting to the blue lining.

This is going to be a great year.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Sound Of Your Voice

This picture was the only one I could find where Ruben looked anxious. 😅

Ruben finds comfort in the sound of Reader's voice ahead of Manchester City vs Copenhagen, as he is a little anxious ahead of the game.

Enjoy!

It was ahead of Manchester City's first game during The Champions League knockout phase.

You had always known Ruben to be a confident person, quite sure of himself and his abilities. His self awareness could expose any therapist for an imposter and he wasn't a fool nor a liar when it came to expressing his emotions. However, Ruben had taught you that there was always a time and place for everything. A time to be happy. A time to be upset. A time to be afraid.

Well into your marriage Ruben was always composed in his character, even after you had the kids. Ruben never came across as less than sure of himself. Unlike you, with the instict of any mother, worrying about the well-being of the people you loved was simply impeded within you. This mindset wasn't taught or forced upon you, it was simply engraved in the essence that made up a woman. Therefore it was natural for something to cause a stirr within you when you recived an anonymous call from Ruben, less than an hour before his game.

"Hello?"

Silence. However, you could hear someone breathing on the other end.

"Hello? I can hear you breathing, you know?"

"Y/N, it's me."

"Ruben?"

The way he said your name, it was desperate and alarming.

"Is everything alright? Why aren't you at the game." You could here it from the living room, your kids leaving you no room to join them on the couch.

"I am." He replied. "We are just about to go on to the pitch and warm up."

"Okay, great. Shall I call you after the..."

"No, don't hang up!"

"Ruben?"

Again, the way he spoke to you was desperate and very alarming.

"What's going on baby, you're scaring me?"

"I'm...sorry. I just thought I'd give you a call beforehand."

"Oh, okay. What for?"

"I don't know?"

"You don't know?"

Your reaction made him chuckle, the sound calming your heart. "I don't know." He said, this time you sensed a smile on his face. "To tell you that I love you, I guess."

"Um, well, I love you to Ruben."

That's when it dawned on you. How you had thought it impossible that someone like Ruben got anxious sometimes. Although he sounded more relaxed now.

"I have to go now, see you at home."

"I'll see you at home baby, goodluck."

"Don't need it. Bye."

Then again, he was built different. This you simply had to accept. It's what you had grown to love the most about him.

[narcoticwriter]

So, Zooble and Caine in this recent episode has me thinking quite a lot... specifically about how they had the dialogue.

It's more accepted than not that Caine is some sort of AI whose main purpose is making up elaborate, engaging, and exciting 'adventures' for the members of the circus, and he said it himself: he thinks he's quite good at it.

However, when he tries to do something other than that especially when it comes to someone else's emotions and how they feel, he falls devastatingly short of what's necessary and what could help. This isn't the first time this has happened, nor will it be the last.

What struck a chord with me the most is not how Caine does try to understand what's up with Zooble, but it's the mindset in which he approached it.

It seemed that he had already made up his mind that it had to do with his adventures rather than anything else to do with Zooble, and when Zooble had started to press him about how his 'adventures' aren't really all he thinks they are, he starts freaking out, as evidenced by the way that the very reality they were present in started to break down.

Another thing I noticed was the denial initially because there's no way that his adventures would be bad, right? Because that would imply that his entire reason for existing wasn't even all that good to begin with and he cannot have that at all. He even states that it must be Zooble's 'behavioral problems' that are causing them not to enjoy the activities because his adventures are clearly not the problem here.

It's clear that his purpose is to make these adventures and everything must be adjacent to that or else it just won't work out.

And those things that I mentioned strike a chord deep within me because how many people go about their day-to-day thinking: "There must be something wrong with them and how they're doing things because I'm doing everything right."

Enough of them for this to come to me as a post.

[jechristine]

Hi! I know we’ve probably all moved on, but I am only now getting to all the engagement confirmations and wanted to investigate what details we actually learned and where we likely learned them from.

I think these were all the firsthand reportings. Let me know if I missed any.

First to confirm was TMZ:

TMZ 1/6/2025 8:27 AM PT

Sources close to the couple tell TMZ ... the "Spider Man" star popped the question between Christmas and New Year's ... dropping to one knee in a very intimate setting in one of Zendaya's family homes in the United States.

We're told Tom didn't make a huge show of the engagement -- it wasn't a big, over-the-top proposal -- instead, it was very romantic and intimate.

Our sources say the family wasn't there ... it was just a sweet moment between Tom and Zendaya.

We get the rough timing (between Christmas and New Years), details about the place (one of Zendaya’s family homes in Cali), info about who was present (just Tom and Zendaya), and details about what the engagement was like (very romantic and intimate).

TMZ lists “sources close to the couple.” These were among the most concrete details we got.

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TMZ 1/6/2025 9:45 AM PT

Sources close to the couple tell TMZ ... the 'Spider-Man' star met with the "Euphoria" actress' dad, Kazembe Ajamu Coleman, "months ago" in order to ask for Zendaya's hand in marriage.

We're told this was an important step for Tom ... as he's very traditional and felt it was important to secure Kazembe's blessing first.

Kazembe, obviously, accepted ... and we're told Zendaya’s family is very excited for this next chapter in her relationship with Tom. In fact, sources say Zendaya's family just loves Tom ... and thinks he's "a class act."

For those wondering, we're told Tom waited months to actually propose as he was waiting for the right moment.

We learn a concrete detail that Tom asked Kaz’s permission a while ago and then a bit about Tom’s traditional mindset. We get a direct quotation about Tom: “a class act.” I think this had to have come from Kaz, right?

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PEOPLE Published on January 6, 2025 01:32PM EST

After news of the couple's engagement broke, a source told PEOPLE that the Crowded Room star, 28, had been "wanting to propose [to the Challengers actress] for a while now."

"He's always been crazy about her. He always knew she was the one," the source said, adding, "They have something very special.

The source said "everyone close to them knew the engagement was happening," just not when. After Holland got down on one knee over the holidays and asked Zendaya to marry him, he was eager to share the news, telling friends about the engagement around New Year's.

As for their future wedding plans, the source said the two want to take some time to simply enjoy their engagement first.

"They will just enjoy things for now and won't rush a wedding. They are both busy with work projects," the insider explained.

The source said Holland could not be happier, noting, "Tom's always had this sweet way of letting the world know that Zendaya is his. Now, it's official — she really is!"

Most of the details here are what I would consider fluff. There’s nothing new about timing, setting, or the actual proposal. The article gestures to “over the holidays,” but that detail is not inside the quotation marks and seems to mimic the wording of the TMZ article, suggesting it’s transposed from there. We get something about not rushing the wedding, but that sounds kind of vague and generic to me. Most of the rest of details are about Tom’s mindset (what he’s been wanting, what he’s known), which could have been sourced to Tom’s previous interviews or just like, observation. They’re generic and not really verifiable. They list “a source.”

What we learn from People here is that Tom told friends over New Year’s.

Then People revised a bit:

PEOPLE Updated on January 6, 2025 01:33PM EST

The Spider-Man costars, both 28, are engaged, a family source confirmed to PEOPLE. TMZ was first to report the news. According to the outlet, Holland proposed at one of Zendaya's family homes over the holidays.

A separate source told PEOPLE that "everyone close to them knew an engagement was happening" — just not when. The source said Holland had been keen to propose to Zendaya "for a while."

“He's always been crazy about her. He always knew she was the one. They have something very special," the source said, noting that Holland shared the happy news with friends around New Year's.

In the meantime, the pair are soaking up the special moment. "Tom's always had this sweet way of letting the world know that Zendaya is his. Now, it's official — she really is!" the source told PEOPLE.

It sounds to me that People has a second source now, “a family source,” who simply confirmed the news of the engagement. I have to mention that the vague comments about the future wedding are omitted, the only other detail to have been changed in this update (👀).

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US Weekly January 6, 2025

“Tom figured the holidays were the best time to propose in a very low-key way,” a source exclusively told Us Weekly shortly after news of the couple’s engagement broke on Monday, January 6. “She didn’t want anything over the top.”

According to the insider, “Zendaya tried to keep it a secret but was very excited to show off her ring. She didn’t think people would notice but didn’t care either way.”

The source went on to note that both felt the timing was right. “Tom wanted to propose because he feels he is at the right time in his life and feels ready to settle down.” The insider said. “They had many conversations over the years, but there was never any pressure. Zendaya is giddy and excited. She knew it might have been coming but never put pressure on it.”

Here we get a bit of Zendaya’s mindset (what she wanted the proposal to be like, that she wanted to keep it a secret, and that she was excited to show off the ring but DiDn’T thInK aNyOnE woULd NoTiCe.) We also get the same info about Tom’s mindset, and we learn that Tom & Zendaya have had many conversations without pressure. This is another set of “details” that are super fluffy and generic. They apply to just about every engaged couple who’s dated for years prior to their engagement.

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ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT January 6, 2025

Tom Holland and Zendaya are engaged to be married and are “ready and excited for this next chapter,” a source tells ET.

“Tom wanted to propose to her over the holidays, says the source,” adding that the 28-year old actor is looking to start a family with his ‘Spider-Man’ co-star. “He really wants to have kids and to settle down.”

First bit is fluffy, generic padding. Everyone who gets engaged is “ready and excited.” Second part is more on Tom’s mindset that could have been sourced to previous interviews he’s done.

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PAGE SIX Published Jan. 6, 2025, 3:39 p.m. ET

Tom Holland managed to surprise Zendaya when he popped the question, a source tells Page Six exclusively.

“Tom and Zendaya had discussed marriage over the years, but Zendaya had no idea he was planning to propose,” the insider says.

“They both value their privacy, so the proposal was something Tom wanted to keep private as well.”

The “Spider-Man” star “asked Zendaya’s dad for permission to marry her, but also asked her mom as well,” according to our source.

“Tom and Zendaya’s families are ecstatic,” the insider tells Page Six. “Zendaya’s mom and sisters can’t wait to start planning with her.”

We’re told “there is no wedding date or plans set yet,” with the source adding, “It’s far too soon to start thinking about any of that yet. They’re still celebrating the exciting news.”

More details re: privacy, now from Tom’s mindset. We learn that Tom asked Claire for permission, too, and how Claire and “Zendaya’s sisters” feel, albeit the fact that they’re excited is fluffy and generic, too. This is sounding to me like it came from Claire?

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DAILY MAIL UPDATED: 17:25 EST, 7 January 2025

When reached for comment about his reaction to Zendaya, 28, getting engaged to Tom, Kazembe told DailyMail.com that it was 'a bunch of crap' that was reported.

That was a bunch of crap dealt out by TMZ,' he said before adding, 'I don't know what you're talking about.'

When pried by a DailyMail.com reporter for more answers, he refused to comment further.

All we get here is that Kaz refutes TMZ’s reporting, and the Daily Mail implies with its headline that Kaz is refuting the part about Tom asking dad’s permission. But if you look at the actual quotation, it sounds like Kaz is just saying “TMZ is full of shit. Bye,” with an emphasis more on the fact that TMZ didn’t have insider info rather than on the content of the story itself.

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What do you all think?

I think that there were three “sources” total. First one was Amy Pascal or someone like her/from her team, going around to the tabloids to push out the engagement story to gin up interest in her cash cows. She didn’t have many concrete details, so she just said some generic, obvious stuff from previous Tom Holland interviews. She may have thought the engagement just happened, or was told as much, so that’s what she passed on.

I think the second, “family source” was some combination of Kaz and Claire. Kaz confirms the engagement to TMZ and gave some details that he thought he had. Kaz or Claire confirms to People. Claire tells P6 that Tom discussed the proposal ahead of time with her, too, because Kaz isnt the only special parent or whatever. And Kaz refutes TMZ on the record to the DM so that he can save face or rectify his mistake after Zendaya told him he was acting like a fool with his initial leaks.

[iennoganan-aha]

A theory I thought up when sleep deprived a few months ago BSD MANGA SPOILERS

This is about Atsushi 🤜🏼💥

I like to think that Atsushi and Byakkou have always been interwoven. I enjoy the idea that the yellow and purple swirled eyes is a representation of it. Because byakkous eyes are yellow. (I don't fully buy that, it's just cool to think about)

She's always been there, living Atsushi's life with him. She is still a wild animal and that's why she goes on rampages for food or revenge and protection, but the concept that living beside a human for 18 years has made her somewhat forget who/what she is...

A goddess (if you follow that theory)

Her being a goddess (celestial being) inside a human is why Fyodor is obsessed with her. This is confirmed in the recent chapter but still. He wants the goddess, and perhaps he thinks of Atsushi as the bookmark because he was imprinted on by a celestial being for whatever reason.

Similar with Chuuya and arahabaki. A 'god' inside a human.

Maybe 'what his parents did to him as an infant', (what the headmaster was saying was so horrific) was him being sacrificed to Byakkou. Perhaps he was involved in some kind of horrific sacrifice, and when the parents realized the sacrifice didn't work how they expected, they tried to torture Byakkou out (like shibusawa did) and it failed so they threw him away.

And so Byakkou, who had accepted the sacrifice (a host, they didn't realize it was a host) they watched the way they were treated. Perhaps it started like a Naruto/kurama, Itadori/Sukuna thing where she couldn't take over like she expected, however instead of her being sealed or trying to break out, she started to lose sight of herself. She was now an ability.

And maybe Byakkou as a god isn't as known anymore, Fyodor knew because he's ancient an maybe he realized Atsushi would make a perfect host, but it got out of his hands and he had to find ways to get his bookmark, the god back.

But with Byakkou being not known anymore, and her host being Atsushi, she began thinking of herself as a piece of Atsushi, his ability.

And in the current timeline where Atsushi can now speak with her, she somewhat realizes they're two actually entities, however, she still views herself as his ability. She hates him because he rejected her blessing whatever that meant, but she could never hate her host, her gift. And when he accepted her, it furthered her mindset of them being one, a ying-yang of human to ability, mortal to God. So Fyodor trying to separate them deeply disturbs, angers and confuses Byakkou. Because she is Atsushi.

But Fyodor wants to remind her who she really is. And have her at her true strength once more. Her true power, true form. Maybe her true form is related to the book? So Atsushi is a book mark because he stopped the book by fusing with her? Stopped her making the story by making her lose sight of herself?

Or maybe he's a bookmark in the sense that he is between her? He is the barrier between what she's already made, and anything she could make?

Like his body is literally keeping her in place. She can only live with what she's created, because she's stuck inside him, she cannot write more. He is keeping her behind him, as he lives the strory?

And thats all I got since after this I realized my friend wasn't responding and I was tired and I went to bed 🕺🏼 I think it sounds cool. The theory stemmed from me going 'hey what if someone redid the scene with Paimon/Peter and the grandma at the end of Hereditary but with Atsushi/Byakkou and Fyodor' and then went nuts lol

Thoughts? I'm not usually one for theories since I begin to tangent off into Au territory lmao so feel free to simply think this is a rad fic idea I MAY OR MAY NOT WRITE lol

[lesbianphan]

I know this is gonna be mushy and overly emotional and I'm sorry for oversharing a bit, but I feel like it's necessary to put into words what rewatching We're All Doomed means to me personally. I watched the kiswe premiere event live and it was one of the most fun nights I've had in a while, even though my life felt extremely hopeless at the time.

And, look, here's the thing: when the WAD premiere dropped, I had completely given up on improving things. In fact, I was very much in the 'doomed' mentality. I had long accepted that there was no way my life would get better. So Dan's message really resonated with me: it's easy to settle for being at rock bottom and thinking that's all there is for me. I was happy to see Dan doing better, but deep down I didn't truly believe his words either, not really. I did want to, but I wasn't quite there. And I don't believe them all the time, as he himself said he doesn't, and doing the show many times hammers the point home into his head.

After experiencing it, I thought maybe, just maybe, I could stop only embracing the void, but start having the courage to exist as well. Putting myself out there more, trying to make a world for myself in which I'm not the :/ emoji all the time. So I applied for the jobs, I wrote what I wanted, I unapologetically embraced the nerdy things and the fandoms I enjoyed. I decided I can choose happiness in the smallest of ways, even when it sounds silly and unimportant. Because it isn't unimportant really if it means something to me.

Rewatching the show last night showed me how much it changed my life and the big leaps it helped me take in life. I have so much more to learn, but I keep telling myself to be brave (lmao sorry had to sneak the Phil reference) and have the courage to exist. Really truly exist out in the world, not hidden inside my room. And sure, some days are harder than the others, some days I really don't like myself at all. Even in those days, though, I tell myself: all I have to do is have the courage to exist.

I went in to watch WAD with no expectations, and I feel like the message of appreciating the little moments was so monumental, it truly absolutely had a huge impact in my own life. I have a job now, and some financial stability. To be honest, I never thought I'd get this job, I might not even have applied if I wasn't in this mindset. In so many ways, Dan and Phil have profoundly changed my life, and I think WAD is just one of those big examples.

I doubt the real humans Dan and Phil will ever understand the impact they've had on this world, but I'll forever wish them the best. I'll always support them, because their creations have irrevocably changed me as a person, and as much as I like joking around and stuff, I'm just thankful that we share this existence, and we get to have fun and be forever changed by it.

Thanks @danielhowell, you'll never know how huge the impact of this show was, but I am truly crying writing this and I hope one day I get to tell you in person how much you inspired me to keep going when no one else would.

[belethlegwen]

WAIT but what about my absolute darlings Kendrick and Lionus in a Rescue situation. Separate or together (have you ever thought about pairs or groups in a Rescue situation? I think Melanie would be a good hostess 💜 maybe Daniel could be better behaved w his emotional support Peter. Like dogs you need to kennel together)

Anyways I hope Kendrick would have a wonderful time because he seems like a little thrill seeker after it all. I hope he would not get motion sickness in cars so he could enjoy going fast and off-roading 🫶 Would Lionus enjoy not having to be a part of the military culture anymore? I am sooo fascinated by what his deal is, that he’s so kind, that he doesn’t care for the high hats, that for all he understands everyone else nobody around him seems to really get him. LIONUS MY BELOVED. Somebody should take care of HIM for once !!!

I’m lovinggg your asks btw even if you don’t answer I hope this repays a bit of the joy you’re putting out in the world <3

Aaaaaaa ;-; I'm so glad you love Lionus!! He's a very sweet man and YES! He deserves to be taken care of for a change!!

Kendrick alone would be completely terrified, just at a total loss of what to do in any kind of Rescue situation. Should he run? Hide? Should he listen to the person who saved him, and just accept the help he's being given, or should he be suspicious and cautious and trying to get back home by any means necessary? He's young and inexperienced, and hadn't even really found a strong sense of himself just yet. This would shake everything the man knew about himself, his world... all of it. I don't know if he would desperately try to cling to a vision of who he thought he would be and the life he was hopefully going to have back home, or if he would adapt to the new situation and just... roll with it from there.

Lionus, alone or with Kendrick, would be extremely cautious in a Rescue situation. I would say almost to the point of being suspicious of everything, at least for a while. On his own, he'd play it as safely as possible to make sure he wasn't getting on anyone's bad side, but I think after it was established that nothing terrible was going to happen to him-- that he wasn't going to be forced to change or behave in certain ways, be forced through any kind of terrible living conditions or the like-- he would eventually come to a moment of release. A lot of reflection, a lot of personal change in who he was and the role he had so fiercely fought to have and maintain through his years in the service. He'd finally start to process a lot of what had happened to and around him.

With Kendrick with him, he would be wildly protective of Kendrick. Kendrick would come first in basically every way, and he'd make it a point to advocate for the boy whenever and however necessary. Kendrick, being with Lionus, would defer to him and just remain in his private-role of sorts for a much longer time. He'd take Lionus' lead, listen to Lionus' direction, and it would take a hot while for the boy to really make any kinds of decisions for himself if Lionus was willing to step into that Leadership role in this new place.

Which is one of the reasons I have a hard time thinking of a Rescue situation with a group/pairs mindset, without making it a whole thing of having the pairs/groups be wildly changed up to really shake up dynamics anyway. For example, with Peter and Daniel together in the Rescue situation, I worry Daniel wouldn't just... avoid really learning anything or changing as much as possible, but that he'd kind of strangle any change or growth that Peter would experience in that situation unless there were major, dramatic tension that came up between them as a result/throughout the events of whatever that story would be.

Daniel and Lionus together? Holy shit. What a dynamic and situation. The two of them were barely tolerant of each other and essentially stayed out of each other's way as much as possible before the events of the Stranding. To wind up in a Rescue situation together would lay a lot of themselves bare to each other in a way they likely hadn't been with anyone else before in their lives.

Peter and Devon? That could be interesting as well, but isn't the same powder keg as Daniel and Lionus would be. I would honestly say Peter and Henry would be a wild dynamic to have in the Rescue together, at least in terms of Henry at the start of The Rescue and Peter at the start of The Stranding, because they were both used to being leaders and Captains/Commanders, and they both had/have wildly different ways of solving problems and adapting to situations.

Thank you so so SO much for the ask, and for caring about Lionus ;-; that touches my heart so much!