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aanylah-101 · 1 year

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Project A // PILOT?

Hello, Im Aanylah

I am a human girl living on pandora, I was left behind by my parents. That's right, they had me and left me In the forest to rot and die.

But by eywa I was picked up by some people who didn't even look like me In the slightest, firstly they were blue and way taller than the average person

I found out soon enough that they were recons, and the place I was wasn't even earth. It was a lot to take In yes but I got used to It. This was my home now, I was homeschooled and taught a lot of things.

Like how to survive In the forest If I ever get abandoned again, how to hunt and kill. They had asked me what program I wanted to be In because I couldn't just stay there and not have a profession

I chose my guardians profession,

A soldier In Project Project Phoenix, or more specifically, the RDA department program.

I would be as helpful as possible whenever, It got easier to handle me when they finally had time to take my DNA and find out who I belonged to.

Not that It mattered, my family was long gone. I had a new one now, and they were hella cool. Being from 10ft and being blue? How can you not like them?

When I finally turned 13 Lyle had begged me to let him put tattoos on me so I could look like them more, Lyle was one of my guardians, and his position was Lieutenant Colonel.

Of course, Quaritch said no to this, I wouldn't mind having a small tattoo somewhere on my body. Quaritch was my first and official guardian. I grew up hearing "Colonel" "Sir" & "Boss." But still called him dad, It's what I was trained to call him basically.

Honestly, though, I wasn't much help due to my small size around large people, I would usually mess something up or just be In the way.

I would still try no matter what, hoping that maybe I'd be helpful or do something impressive, I got this habit from hearing praise from Quaritch.

Once I was aware and gained consciousness of his possession and how dangerous his job was I honored him almost. He seemed brave and tempting and I wanted to be his favorite.

I don't know why, I just thought It would boost my confidence or whatnot. He would tell his team good job and give them pats on the back and etc.

I wanted that

He praised me to, yes, but I wanted more of It,

I was trying to help move some equipment for the mission we'd have, I always liked helping out whenever I could even If It wasn't necessary or would go unnoticed.

While I was stacking and organizing the guns In place I tripped back. I knocked over some dynamite and when I knocked It over I instantly went to pick it up of course but when I saw the name of what It was and the bags happened to be twitching,

I hurriedly backed up from the explosives but fell by the force of the blow when everything went havoc.

Smoke was everywhere and I couldn't see or breathe. When everything was faded enough I saw everything dilapidated..

The guns were ruined, the ammo, gear, everything...

When I turned and got back up I stayed still for a moment to make sure nothing else would happen,

The entire team showed up and a few minutes later, the first thing they saw was me..I had dust and smog on me. The second thing they saw was the ruins around me.

They had their guns out and had a few backups under the assumption that they might have been under attack, but no. It was just a silly kid messing with things she had no business to.

"What the hell happened here?" I heard someone ask but couldn't make out anything due to my eyes being sensitive to the leftover explosions.

There was a slight commotion about the entire situation, everything was destroyed for the mission tomorrow, It was an important mission.

"What the hell Is wrong with you?!"

I knew who that was...It was fike

Everyone goes silent, as though the person shouting indicates some kind of change in the condition we were In.

"I knocked over..-"

"Are you fucking proud of yourself!" Fike questions while yelling at me

"You've ruined everything!"

The humiliation is so intense, I feel myself, stifling and choking on what I wanted to say. I wanted to look at Quaritch but there was some sense In me that made me feel like he wasn't anything to me at all.

He wasn't my father..I had no real parental figure. I didn't know who to turn to, that's the thing..

I didn't have anyone to turn to...

The more the stares fell on me the more I felt myself shrinking,

He gives a deep sigh through his nose while examining all the damage,

His expression was so stressful to make out, to know he was despondent with me I just barely bit back tears. I knew I had to stand up for myself though,

"I was just trying to help.." I say strictly, almost In Quaritch's tone,

"Help? Does It look like you've helped by doing anything here?"

"Calm down Fike, It was an accident" I heard Walker say as she put her hand on his shoulder

"At least I tried instead of being a laid-back asshole like you!" I shout

"That's enough, Go to your room Aanylah"

"But I-"

"Now" he hisses, his voice assertive as he visibly grows furious

"Whose side are you gonna be on huh?"

Listen, kid, you and I? Were nothing to each other, so don't expect me to pick some kid that's not even mine over my own team"

Some kid..? Is that how he really felt? After how much I looked up to him, after how I trained myself to be like him? Im just some fucking kid?!

I looked over and saw Fike grinning to himself, what a self-observed bastard..

"Now don't make me say It again," this time he took a step forward whilst he balled up his fists

I walked back Into the headquarters holding myself and stopping myself from crying, I didn't want to cry. I didn't feel like I deserved It..

In the end from what I heard the mission was postponed until they had all the equipment, they needed again.

That night I thought about everything, not just what had happened but ever since I had been here. Have I ever done something beneficial?

I was In my thoughts until I heard my door slide open, I didn't bother to look up. Only 3 people had access to my room. That was Quaritch, Lyle, & Zdinarsk.

I'm sure I was able to guess who It was,

Quaritch

I sank myself more Into my blankets not knowing If he was still mad about what happened,

"Aanylah where're you?"

"Here.." I said sadly, he didn't sound mad, he sounded concerned

Maybe Its because he didn't know where I was or didn't see me,

His footsteps were quiet and light, I had trained myself to hear the littlest though. I however didn't predict him sitting down on my bed beside me,

His hand floated over and lightly patted to ensure he didn't crush me as usual.

"Still upset, huh?" He asked slowly,

"Leave me alone.." I say bitterly without moving to uncover myself,

"Yikes." He muttered. "A little mean, hm?"

"Wonder who I got it from..hm?" I say mocking him,

I feel him rest his hand on my side, but I still refuse to unwrap myself from my shell. I just keep quiet, stubbornly refusing to corporate, acting as though I terribly heartbroken by his words.

Unfortunately, my profoundness doesn't make him give up, he just sighs while stroking my side slowly,

"I, uh... wanted to let you know that we didn't lose as much equipment as we thought" he said happily,

I fought the urge to yell & fuss, why did he think that one of his lectures would make me feel better? Has he never heard of being left alone?

"That's great," I mutter In a bored tone, finally taking the Inactive to start a conversation

"Look A, I don't want you thinkin' that your only some lost kid to me ok?"

"I understand, but please Miles leave me alone."

Miles...

There was a long silence before I felt him get off my bed, I knew I had hurt his feelings I know I know I did... but so did he

I was pessimistic and thought there was no use for me here anyways, I don't know why I stayed. I should have left the day the transfer ship came.

Wait...

That was It....the ships! I hurriedly checked my calendar and desperately looked for the date of the ship's arrival. It would be ready for departure In a week! I could do that,

I thought maybe I'd just disappear until the next ship came, I could actually do this!

I packed up my things but when I went to grab the last thing I saw a necklace on my nightstand. The large dog-tag part had the word colonel miles Quaritch printed on it.

I felt regret In my stomach and I tensed up. I remembered him..the man who volunteered to take care of a left-behind infant. I had a thought to turn back but I couldn't do It anymore.

I grabbed the necklace, I don't know why. Maybe to remember him? Or maybe It was because of self-pity.

Who knows

I managed to find a hiding place for the rest of the week, It was easier than I thought. I had packed food already so that was taken care of. After I made sure everyone was asleep I would go Into the gym and shower.

However I was spotted sometimes and every time I was they would alert the colonel while someone else tried to capture me, I always managed to get away but I had thought I would get caught.

But after a while of me being nowhere to be found and due to the commotion, word spread around quickly,

"Have you heard about the colonel's lost girl?"

"The colonel lost his daughter!"

"I heard that she was taken by ____!"

Lies lies, and more lies were heard from my hiding space. It was kinda funny when you think about It. To think something Is gone when it's right under your nose.

On the day of the ship transfer, I re-packed my things and went to the departure area. I happened to pass by the place of the incident. I got a visual reminder why I had done everything In the first place.

I tried running to the shuttles until someone called me back, I didn't bother to see who It was I only paced faster to the ships. My adrenaline got heavier once the announcement came on

"5 Minutes until earth transfer departure, I repeat 5 minutes until earth transfer departure"

My attention sprang up as I started running to the ships, and with that, the person behind me began to race after me,

It wasn't safe to be In that area, not for my age

You didn't need to be a fully grown adult to fly back, you only need your card and some paperwork/papers which Quaritch had so graciously given me after me asking.

I had a head start with running and the voice that had called out to me was distant from what I could hear. I managed to sneak onto the shipping area and hid until the Cryo was ready.

I guess I hadn't heard them call for help or them call for someone because someone grabbed pulling me back and started yelling that they found the girl

I uneasly looked to see who had grabbed me, I definitely knew I was in trouble

When I looked it was Zdinarsk, had I not recognized her voice? Is that how focused I was?

When she saw me look up at her she loosened her grip and hugged me

Jesus kid, where the hell were you? Why did you run over all this way?

I stayed quiet and just turned my head to look forward, she sighed and rubbed my back,

Someone had called for Quaritch apparently because a little later he appeared and when he saw me his ears bent back, Im guessing he probably thought It was a false alarm again, he didn't believe I was actually there or found.

He slowly stepped over to me and hugged me,

He hugged me..

He pulled back and asked me a million questions and moved me In different positions to make sure I was ok,

I smiled and nodded, holding back tears again.

That's when I saw Fike appear,

"There you are, do you know how much of a scandal you've caused?"

Quaritch let go of me and turned to fike

"I think that's something I should be askin' you"

"What?"

"Well, what's the reason she ran away?" Zdinarsk asked In a dumb tone

"Because she's a crybaby," he said dissing It off with a wave of his hand

"Or maybe because of you" I heard Mansk say

Was the whole team standing up for me? This is hella cool! The arguing went on for a while before Fike gave up and apologized.

To say the least, I continued my journey on pandora after all.

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I didn't have any more Ideas for this story or any idea on how to end It so yeah..

I know this is cringy but I kinda like It? To be honest, Quaritch & Spider are so much like me but I don't know how to display It properly.

That's all for now lol, Bye Angels! 🕊🤍

#colonel quaritch #miles quaritch #zdinarsk #avatar recoms #avatar mansk #recom lyle

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get separate headcanons for Teru and Akane (boy) with a fem s/o who tends to be polite and calm in the beginning of their relationship, but once she gets comfy with them the boys realize that their s/o is so chaotic that she can somehow??? Jump off of buildings and be okay??? Or accidentally die and revive like nothing happened, memories in tact and all. You don't have to do this if course, but thanks for reading it! Good luck with finals!

teru minamoto x f!reader, akane aoi x f!reader

a/n: hihi!! Aonrfonak i love this so much bc it lowkey reminds me of myself- and thank you so much!! I’m nearly done, thank goodness!!! And thank you so much for requesting <33 iiii am writing this very late at night tho, so i’m sorry if these are bad or have any errors;;;

warnings: none <3

word count: collectively, 902

Teru Minamoto <3

At first, you caught Teru’s interest because of how reserved you were. Even once the two of you became friends, you treated him respectfully for a good while- it was interesting, but he never really questioned it, since you were a bit similar to him.

One thing about Teru, he’d insist it day in and day out should anyone ask, was that he’d love you no matter what! No matter how you expressed yourself, no matter how your personality may change as you grew more comfortable, no matter anything. As long as you were still comfortable in the relationship, he promised he’d be perfectly content as well.

As you grew comfortable, and let your more chaotic side show, Teru was just as content with you as he was when you first started dating. He found it a bit funny at first, glad that you were comfortable around him. He considers it a proud moment!

It was a bit of a surprise, of course. As you grew louder and somehow seemingly more energetic, he’d simply smile, watching and listening to you as you went about with your antics. It was honestly really cute to him- and impressive. While you were less similar to him, he genuinely didn’t mind- he still admired you, and your personality.

However, Teru can be a bit protective at times. He’ll watch you running around, nearly bumping into things and yet managing to be fine, and be standing there, internally panicking. Like “(Y/N), please- be careful- you’re gonna get yourself hurt.”

“I’ll be fiiiiine,”

“You nearly walked into traffic-”

“Traffic shmaffic.”

It was pretty funny to Teru when he watched you hanging out with his family once you were comfortable around them. Family clearly means a lot to him, so watching you play around with Tiara and mess with Kou was both entertaining and heart-warming in a way.

On that note, it was somewhat new for Kou and Tiara- Tiara didn’t really question it, simply going along with how playful you had gotten, and Kou sort of… was there, slightly confused. He definitely asked Teru if you were feeling alright- Kou didn’t mind it either tho! It was just something to get used to.

However, Kou did nearly have a heart attack when you were running down the street and tripped- Teru was there too, just as worried as Kou, yet somewhat used to it. While Kou panicked over whether or not you were alright, Teru helped you up as you brushed yourself off, grinning as if nothing happened. As if you didn’t before, you earned all of Kou’s admiration at that moment.

Teru’s certainly the type to send goodnight texts, so expect them to go from something like “Goodnight. Rest well <3” to something like “Goodnight <3 Don’t stay up too late, stay safe, please don’t go skydiving, look both ways (twice, thrice even) before crossing the streets <3 or perhaps don’t go somewhere late at night. Rest well <3”

“Teru, I’m not a child <3 Rest well!”

“Whatever you say <3”

Akane Aoi <3

It’s very clear that Akane would love you no matter what- seeing as Aoi would be someone of the past, I wouldn’t take it that his love for you is too much different. He loves you, and will show you love no matter what- because he knows that you’re a good person, and you’re the one he fell in love with.

While Akane was used to your calm, polite personality, he did wonder what it would be like if you just… dropped the formalities? Like, don’t you just wanna? Sucker punch people? Scream? Kick Teru in the shins????

Once you grew more comfortable, Akane was pretty relieved. It was a sort of “oh, thank goodness, she actually likes me” moment. Sure, you were loud and somewhat bouncy, but it wasn’t like he minded at all. You’re still his (Y/N), the one and only.

Like Teru, Akane worries about you relentlessly- he even started to carry around bandaids and antibiotic cream in case you fell. As if it did anything since, of all the times you did fall (if Akane didn’t manage to catch you), you’d hop right back up, continuing along as if you didn’t nearly bust your head.

Any time you did fall and hurt yourself, expect Akane to scold you while patching you up. He doesn’t mean any harm, and doesn’t want you to feel like you shouldn’t be yourself- all he means is pleaseeee watch your steps. Though, while he won’t admit it, he does feel a bit proud to have been prepared for the one time you actually got a scrape.

Should you be out and about, texting Akane while at a store or whatnot, expect him to jokingly give you tips on “how not to get killed.” It’s all silly, common sense things like “watch your feet” “keep your eyes on your surroundings” “if there’s an obstacle, d o n ‘ t jump over it, simply move it out of the way” “don’t stare at your phone while walking.”

“Akane, you’re the one texting me while I’m walking.”

“Stop??? Walking????”

“Haha nah”

Despite the heart attacks, Akane really does enjoy your personality- it always brightens his day, and even makes him feel more energetic, to see you so chaotic. He does find it funny though, when he sees you in a setting like school, back to a calm, reserved façade-

#anon #request #tbhk #jshk #x reader #headcanons #x reader headcanons #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #akane aoi #teru minamoto #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #teru minamoto x reader #teru minamoto headcanons #akane aoi x reader #akane aoi headcanons

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cozyenigma · 4 years

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Idle Hands

FLOOF TIME (hopefully lol 😅)

Pairing- Raeder/Darkiplier

Word Count- 1139

Request?- Yes!

Summary: You were left to your own devices for once, which usually lead to trouble later. Namely, when you got caught in the act of your latest bout of shenanigans.

Tag List- @cookielover0001010

(New to doing tag lists and whatnot so let me know if you’d like to be included!)

There was no way around it. You were bored.

Yesterday was your day off and you had intended to spend it right by doing absolutely nothing. You had slept in, gotten cozy on the couch with your favorite show, even chatted with your friends a bit. It was glorious. Your days off were usually unplanned ones; your work schedule in general was hectic. So it came as a shock when you got a rare second day off in a row.

But, shortly into the morning, you needed something to do beyond watching TV. You heaved yourself up with a sigh. Deciding to at least try and be productive, you go to do some laundry as the show droned on in the background.

Unceremoniously chucking dirty clothes into your laundry basket, you paused before a closet. The one Dark had seen fit to make his own. Though the two of you never really talked about it, it seemed like it was a natural change. You hummed, fingers drumming against the side of the basket.

He'd been away on 'business' for the past few days. What kind of business was anyone's guess considering he was about as forthcoming as a brick wall despite your curious prodding. Still, you didn't expect him back for a couple more days at least.

You figured it wouldn't hurt. Plus it might even help the boredom situation. Sitting down the basket, you threw open the closet revealing Dark's clothes inside. Meticulously neat and organized, not a single item was out of place. There wasn't even any empty hangers in there.

You ran your hands over the fabric of one of his suit jackets, matte black and softer than you expected. Maybe you could convince him to try a new color sometime? At the very least a different neutral colour. Carefully, you took it off the hanger. The thing probably wasn't machine wash so you didn't want to mess with it too much.

Slipping it on, you found it didn't fit quite as well on you obviously. The length was off and the fit on the shoulders was weird. That didn't stop the silly grin on your face though.

It was even better once you found a mirror. The look was kind of ridiculous. You hadn't taken off your shirt before hand so it was peaking through, your pants weren't doing the outfit any favors either.

You adjusted the lapels and button it up. The next few minutes were spent trying to get a passable impression of Dark. Every time you make a face into the mirror you ruin it by smiling. You couldn't help it! This was the silliest thing you'd done all week!

Finally you decide to put the jacket back, still a little scared of ruining it somehow. You were walking back, undoing the buttons on the way, when the hairs on the back of neck stand up. Before you can even react, a pair of arms snake around your waist.

Dark chuckled at your startled yelp, chin resting your shoulder. "I see you've been busy, love."

Still trying to calm your racing heart, you grin sheepishly. "Well, you did leave me to my own devices." You glance down at the jacket. "Sorry, I was just going to go put it back."

Dark hummed, not commenting and slipping his hands into the jacket pockets.

"It suits you," he said simply.

You snort. "It really doesn't. It doesn't even fit, Dark."

He presses a kiss to your cheek before letting go and you can finally turn around to see him properly. Giving you a small, tired smile Dark gives you a glance over.

"Don't think I'd ever object to you being in my clothes."

You felt your ears turn red as he pulled you forward by the lapels, giving you another kiss. Pulling away, you smile.

"Just wait till you see my impressions."

Eyebrow raised, he stepped back and crossed his arms. "Oh really?"

You cleared your throat, schooling you expression into something similar to Dark's usual glare. At first you couldn't tell what his reaction was. Maybe something just to the left of exasperated.

"Yes," you said, pitching your voice a bit lower. Was it really a good impression of the man if you didn't get that broody rumble? "I think I'll just be stuck glowering at people like this."

"Really?" He asked, tone deadly flat.

Undeterred, you continued. "Maybe I'll go give Wilford a piece of my mind. End the day with-" you snorted, "telling some kids to get off my lawn perhaps?"

By the end your already mediocre impression was crumbling. You were tacking on increasingly ridiculous things, only barely managing to keep from losing it completely. Everything cartoonishly out of character. Dark just watched with narrowed eyes as you steadily lost your composure.

You broke off with a laugh, covering your mouth and looking up at him. It wasn't often you tried to get a rise out of him. Most of the time he kept his cool, betraying nothing. Now he just looked on in disbelief.

"Right," he said, slowly, "if you're going for complete accuracy however-"

The squeak of surprise you let out as he snatches you around the waist was one you probably weren't going to live down. Even though you put up a token resistance, it was clear you weren't going anywhere. Dark seemed pleased with himself.

"Is this really necessary?" You asked.

You could practically feel him laugh from how he was holding you. "Oh of course. I haven't had the pleasure of being home for some time so naturally I'd want to spend it correctly."

"Gotta be accurate," you said. "Dinner then?"

"Naturally."

You glanced back at him. Whatever he was doing while he was gone was taxing, considering how beat he looked. On that note, you didn't feel much like cooking either.

"Take out?

A pause. Then Dark sighed. "I suppose this once."

He gently let you down on the couch before fishing out his phone. The jacket you were still wearing was thoroughly wrinkled now. When you tried to apologize though Dark didn't even know what you meant at first.

Waving a hand, he turned back to his phone. "It's an easy fix, love." He rubbed his eyes and sighed, "The headache isn't unfortunately."

You leaned over, grabbing his phone much to his chagrin. "I'll pick this time."

"Fine. But I'm paying."

"Sure you are," you said with grin, scrolling through the little menu.

The evening was a quiet one. If you hadn't noticed Dark was wiped before it was extremely obvious now. He had propped his chin up on one hand as the two of you talked. You were happy to take the lead, talking about your day, what you had planned for later.

It was a quiet evening but hardly a boring one.

#dark x reader #darkiplier x reader #writersofmark #darkiplier #youtuber ego #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #My writing

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #802: The Day We (Kinda) Became a Thing (SSBU X Animal Crossing)

1:56 p.m. at Horizon Island's Picnic)

Nook: (Smiles Softly at Wolf and Isabelle In Front of Him) It's nice to finally see you two again.

Isabelle: (Happily Bows her Head at Tom Nook) Likewise, Mr. Nook sir.

Wolf: (Smiles Softly as Well) Yeah. You and the folks here are alright.....Well, I mean, except for that Restti asshole.....

Isabelle: (Immediately Turns and Pouts at Wolf) Wolfie!

Wolf: What? The guy's a dick.

Isabelle: Not all the time. He's a really nice person once you get to know him. (Turns to See Mr. Restti Angrily Yelling at his Co-Workers From a Distance) For the most part.....

Wolf: (Shrugs) Eh. Still have my doubt.

Nook: You know, I've been thinking....

Wolf: (Turns Back to Tom Nook Along With Isabelle) Hm?

Isabelle: About what, Mr. Nook?

Nook: About the both of you of course. You're polar opposites from another. Yet the love and chemistry you share......It just might be the brightest bit of romance I've seen yet.

Isabelle: ('Gasps')

Wolf: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuinely Surprised) Oh shit. Really?

Nook: (Simply Nodded) Mmhmm. Which leads me to my question. How exactly did the two of you met each other in the first?

Isabelle: Oh. (Smiles Brightly) Well, it all started back when I was still getting used to living at the mansion at the time.

Wolf: I started having a crush on her the moment she first moved in. So one day, I asked crew mates, Panther and Leon, for some romantic advice.....

Flashback....

Wolf: Panther, what the hell the this?

Panther: (Smiles Confidently at the Paper He Just Gave to Wolf) The words I've come up for you to say to your admirer. Practice saying them to perfection before going to your exquisite date together this evening and she'll be falling head over heels for you in no time.

Wolf: (Gives Panther a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Dude, I'm just taking her out for coffee. And on top of that.....(Points at the Paper) These are all in Spanish. I don't know how say all of this shit!

Panther: Oh I'm sure you'll be able to learn them in due time. Spanish is one of the languages that is perfectly suitable for romance after all~

Wolf: (Groans While Pinching his Nose in Annoyance) I am regretting this already.....(Turns to Leon, Who is Reading a Magazine) Leon, help me out here, will ya?

Leon: (Moves Away From the Magazine and Turns to Wolf Before Putting his Hand on his Chin) Hmmm....(Gives Wolf a Thumbs Up) I wish you the best of luck, Captain.

Wolf: (Immediately Glares at the Chameleon) NOT THAT KIND OF HELP, ASSHOLE!

Leon: ('Sigh') Look, I don't know why you're getting this desperate for our help to begin with. You've flirted with a plenty of women before.

Wolf: Yeah. But....(Turns Away While Blushing and Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Izzy's different from all of them, you know?

Panther: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Izzy?

Wolf: It's a nickname I just thought of giving her someday.

Leon: Cute. But try refraining yourself from calling her that in your first meeting.

Wolf: (Sighs While Nodding in Agreement) Right. But yeah, like I said. She's completely different from all the girls I've talked to over the years. She's kind, hardworking, hell, she can even rival Kirby in a cuteness contest and she would win by a landslide.

Leon: (Smirks a Little) You've really fallen for her, haven't you?

Wolf: Yeah. I.....guess I am. I know I'm not the most romantic guy in the bunch, but....I dunno. Something's telling me to give this one a shot. And I guess I believed it.

Leon: Well....If this is really what your heart desires, then I suppose the advice I can give you at the moment is to have more confidence in yourself while talking to her.

Panther: And if all hope is lost, you can always blurt out these lovely pick-up lines on the paper.

Wolf: Still don't know how to speak in Spanish, Panther. But I'll try not to fuck up out there. Thanks, guys.

Few Minutes Later in the Dining Hall.....

Wolf: (Reading the Paper Panther Gave Him While Walking) "Te....A-mo.....Mu...sa.....Sway....la?" ('Sigh') Why the hell couldn't that Casanova written all of this in English? (Crumbles the Paper Up) Ridiculous.

????: Mr. O' Donnell?

Wolf: What do you wan- (Eyes Widened Once Realized that Isabelle is in Front of Him) O-Oh! Uh...Izzy- No! I-I mean! ('Clears Throat') Isabelle. Uh....How it's... going?

Isabelle: (Smiles Brightly) I'm doing very well. I've just got done finishing the laundry for the week. How about you?

Wolf: I'm doing fine. In fact, I uhh....Wanted to see you for a minute. If you don't mind.

Isabelle: Of course I don't mind. What is you want to see me for?

Wolf: Oh uh....Just wanted to ask you a question is all?

Isabelle: What's your question?

Wolf: ('Sigh') Well, uh.....If you're not doing anything at the moment....I was hoping if you... Wanna spend some quality time with me in meantime. To uhh...get to know each other and whatnot. B-But not to some fancy restaurant or anything like that! I wanna take you this place called La Shy Guy's Café or whatever. It's a coffee place from across the street from here and....I thought it would be.... cool if... we go there together and junk. But I COMPLETELY understand if have a busy schedule ahead or....if you're not really interested in the whole in general-

Isabelle: I would love to go with you.

Wolf: Or maybe if you- (Eyes Suddenly Widened) Wait. What now?

Isabelle: (Giggles Softly) I said I would love to go to café with you, silly~ To tell you the truth, I've been wanting to get to know you too, Mr. O' Donnell.

Wolf: ('Heh') Please. Mr. O' Donnell is my old man's name. Just call me Wolf.

Isabelle: Oh okay. Wolf it is then. Lovely name by the way.

Wolf: (Starts Blushing Again) Oh uh...Thanks. But anyways, you... really want to get to know me better?

Isabelle: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. I know you may have a reputation of being rebellious and scary to some here, but I honestly think there's more to you than meets the eye, you know?

Wolf: (Shrugs) I'm not too sure about all of that. But if you're still willing to hang out with someone like me, then I ain't complaining.

Isabelle: (Smiles Brightly) I'm up for anything, Wolfie!~

Wolf: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) "Wolfie?"

Isabelle: (Eyes Begins to Widened Once She Realized What She Just Said) O-Oh my! (Starts Blushing as Well) S-Sorry about that. It's a nickname I thought of calling you for a bit of while now. I-I hope you don't mind.

Wolf: (Gives Isabelle a Soft Smirk on his Face) Not at all.

Flashback Ended

Wolf: Then after a couple of hangouts, meet-ups, and an actual date at the restaurant later, we finally became a couple.

Isabelle: (Giggles Softly) I can't believe Panther written you a list of romantic pick-up lines in Spanish! Did you really thought about saying them all to me?

Wolf: ('Sigh') I dunno. Sort of? Even if I did had time to learn all of that beforehand, I'd still would've find a way to mess it all up. Plus, I thought you wouldn't be into that kind of stuff at the time, so......

Isabelle: Te quiero mucho, mi grande, apuesto, Wolfie~

Wolf: (Genuinely Surprised by Isabelle's Sudden, Yet Fluent Spanish Speaking Skills) Goddamn, Izzy. That was impressive.....But what did that all stand for exactly?

Isabelle: (Giggles Some More Before Hugging Wolf's Arm) It means that "I love you very much, my big, handsome, Wolfie~" (Gives Wolf a Big Kiss on the Cheek)

Wolf: Oh. ('Heh') Right. I....(Starts Blushing a Little) Knew all of that....(Smiles Softly at his Girlfriend) Love you too, Isabelle. (Starts Kissing on the Top of Isabelle's Forehead)

Isabelle: (Giggles Ticklishly By Wolf's Kisses) Wolfie!~ Not in front of Mr. Nook!~

Nook: (Chuckles Lightly) Oh now don't you mind me, Isabelle darling. I, for one, enjoy watching lovely couples interact with one another like this. It's a wonderful feeling indeed. Which reminds me....(Smiles Brightly at the Couple in Front of Him) When's the wedding?

Wolf and Isabelle Immediately stopped what they were doing turn their heads to Tom Nook with completely surprised looks on both of their faces. All while blushing madly red in the process.

EHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?

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#super smash ultimate #animal crosing new horizons #wolf o'donnell #ac isabelle #tom nook #leon powalski #panther caroso #orgin love story #cute romance #humor #wolf x isabelle #the nook still ship these two #new horizons vacation #edited

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ollieofthebeholder · 4 years

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All the Million Hours: A TMA Whumptober fic

Also on AO3. Part of a longer fic.

Statement of Martin Blackwood, regarding his journey back in time through the domain of the Spiral. Recorded direct from subject, April 28, 2016.

I think the first thing that struck me was the décor.

Silly, isn’t it? To think that the domain of something that literally thrives on disorientation and chaos would be remotely like I expected it to be? But I did, somehow. There were all the descriptions in all the statements we’ve heard, and then the time Tim and I were trapped in those halls, and I...I really thought they would still look like that.

But they didn’t. There was no patterned wallpaper, no carpet runner, no mirrors or photographs or anything like that. The walls were painted, and they were painted in—in jellybean colors. It’s the best way I can describe it. Really, really bright colors. The floors were...tiled, maybe? Linoleum? I wasn’t quite sure, but they were brightly-colored, too. Even the ceiling. But none of them matched. When I first stepped through the door, I was standing in the hallway and the wall in front of me was a yellow so bright it almost hurt my eyes, but the floor was red, the same color as Melanie’s nail polish, and the ceiling was a really vibrant green. It was like standing in the middle of a traffic light.

I heard the door close behind me and sort of figured I was alone, but when I turned around, there was Helen, and she was taking something out of the door. I think it might have been a key? She put...whatever it was...in her pocket and then turned to me with that...smile of hers. I asked her which way to go.

“It doesn’t work that way,” she told me. “And I think you know that. Start walking. I’ll meet you when you get to the way out.”

And then she was just...gone. It wasn’t like she walked away, or stepped through one of her doors or whatever. It was like she’d never been there at all.

So I started walking. I thought, well, trying to make any sense of this place was sort of going against the point of it, or leaning into the point of it, or something like that. I-I mean, it’s what the Spiral wants, is that increasing sense of panic and desperation as something that ought to be straightforward and logical, something that ought to take you in a straight line or to a particular place or whatever, keeps befuddling you and turning you around and whatnot. So I thought that if I just accepted that I wasn’t going to find any sense of direction, and that I couldn’t actually know where I was, let alone where I would end up, and just sort of wandered for a bit, I’d eventually get where I was going.

Only it didn’t work that way. The walls kept...changing. So did the floor and the ceiling. I’d know I was passing through another part of the corridors when I’d suddenly go from yellow walls to purple to orange, or the ceiling would go from green to pink to blue, or the floor would go from red to white to teal. I didn’t really pay attention to it, but then I realized I was back in the first part of the corridor. I’d have thought it was just a coincidence—I mean, there are only so many colors in the world and so many different combinations of them you can have—but there was the door, looking totally out of place in the bright, sterile lines of the corridor.

So then I started trying other options. I walked along with my eyes closed for a bit, wondering if maybe the colors were leading me astray, but when I opened them again, it was like I hadn’t moved. I tried heading in the other direction but still not thinking about my route. Same effect.

I was getting frustrated, and I was about to yell for Helen to just give it up already, to stop messing about with the hallways and lead me through. I was upset, actually. I mean, she’d offered to guide us—well, me—through to the Panopticon before, and frankly, if this was how she’d planned to “help” before, I wasn’t impressed. And I—I don’t like not knowing where I am, or where I’m going.

You know, I never really thought about it before, but...Mum used to...when I was younger, we’d be out somewhere, and she’d suddenly tell me there was something we had to do, and to keep up with her, and then she’d start walking really fast and threading through the crowds, and I’d be stumbling along trying to follow her. She wouldn’t hold my hand or anything, she’d just expect me to stay with her. And she’d never tell me where this “something” was, so any time I fell behind or lost sight of her for a second, I’d start panicking, because if I lost her, I wouldn’t know where to meet up with her. I did lose her a couple of times, and I’d just...start crying, and I never knew where to look for help. I felt like that again. Small. Weak. Helpless. Like I couldn’t do anything right, like I couldn’t do this one little thing she’d asked me to do, which was just...keep...up. And there wasn’t anyone there to help me figure out where the person who’d left me behind was, since I didn’t know where to meet her.

That’s when I thought...wait, I don’t know what route I’m supposed to take, but I do know where I’m going. I know what the end result is, just not how to get there. So I stopped thinking about wandering aimlessly and started thinking about wandering with a purpose. I focused on where—and when—we were trying to get. I even closed my eyes for a minute to make sure I was picturing it exactly right. And then I opened my eyes, and I started walking again.

After a while, the hallway started changing, which was how I guessed I was going the right way. The jellybean colors started fading, getting more...muted. Not really pastels, but just less vibrant. They started blending together, too, so they weren’t so weirdly different, like they were hues in a palette. And then they were all grey, featureless stone, like the—well, like the tunnels, only more regular. The grey got darker and darker until suddenly it was almost black. Then there was a carpet up the middle of the stone floor, blood red, and instead of electric lights the walls were lined with torches. I mean actual, fire-burning sticks jammed into wall sconces. I figured I was getting close.

And then...the hallway turned.

Look. I know how those...I know how the Spiral usually works. You can’t see the turns, it looks like it just goes on and on in a straight line forever, because that’s what disorientates you. But this was an actual, L-shaped jog in the corridor. Part of me figured that the Spiral had decided, well, I knew enough to expect certain things, so it would have to throw me off by putting in things I wasn’t expecting—like actual, visible bends in the road. I didn’t doubt that if I tried to go around that corner I’d smack face-first into a wall. But I didn’t doubt for a minute that if I tried to go straight I’d hit a wall, too. You can’t try be logical with the Spiral. You’ll go mad. So I figured the only thing to do was try the corner.

I went around, and...it wasn’t just a hallway. It was more like a...gallery. There were pictures, or paintings, on every wall, in these big, ornate frames, and there was a neat little plaque next to each one with some writing on it. Seemed like it went on forever. I figured...well, it had to be the way through, didn’t it? There wasn’t any other way to go. I assumed there’d be an end eventually, or one of the paintings would be of the door out, or would be the door, or whatever, so I started in.

I looked at the first one, partly because I wondered if I’d recognize the door if I saw it and partly because...well, I was curious. It was very professional-looking. I couldn’t tell if it was a painting or a photograph, actually. It was of a woman, kind of a pretty one really, with her hair pulled up in a pile of curls on the top of her head, and a round face and steel-rimmed spectacles. She was standing in kind of a dark-ish room, but there was something behind her—a table, maybe? And there was a shadow over her, and she—she was screaming. I wondered who would paint something like that, what they would call it, so I looked at the plaque. It was formatted just like a sign at a museum, with the name of the piece, the name of the artist, and the date of the painting, you know?

But this one...it said, “Show Yourself”, Sasha James, July 29, 2016.

I hadn’t realized what I was looking at, not at first, but when I looked again...it was the shirt that got me. Dupplin checks in shades of pink and purple. You remember—with the ruffled sleeves and the pearl-and-silver buttons. It was Sasha’s favorite, she wore it all the time. And the woman in the picture was wearing it. That’s when it hit me, all of a sudden, that this wasn’t a painting by Sasha, it was a painting of Sasha. I just hadn’t recognized her, and that was...upsetting.

I turned away from it and looked at the next painting, and I got a real shock when I realized it was a picture of Tim. He was smirking. I—I knew that look of his—it’s the one he always used to get when he was teasing someone, you know? That smile of his that seemed to say “I know you want to hit me but you won’t because I’m so funny”? Except...there was something odd about it. An edge, maybe. His eyes were narrowed and it was obvious that he knew whoever he was talking to didn’t find his joke funny, like it was only funny to him. And he—he had the scars. He didn’t tease anyone like that after the attack on the Institute, or if he did, it was...bitter, so I couldn’t figure out who or what he might have been teasing. So I looked at the plaque for that one.

“I Know”, Timothy Stoker, August 7, 2017.

The date. The date’s what hit me. That’s a date I won’t ever forget. I looked back at the picture, and I realized he was holding something in his hand, and the background was...well. There was smoke, and debris, and fire, and it was all starting to—to boil up around him.

I looked back at that first painting, and I saw...things I hadn’t noticed before. I saw that whatever was making the shadow was...reaching for the Sasha in the painting, and I saw...bits, flying around. I realized I was looking at the moment that the—the not-Sasha tore our Sasha to pieces, and the other picture was the moment between Tim pressing the detonator and—and what came after. I was looking at their deaths.

It was the next one that made me realize what was wrong about it. I mean...I mean, seeing these at all was wrong enough, right? We’re talking instants, split-seconds, something no one should have had time to paint or a good enough camera to photograph. They were almost like someone had flash-frozen the actual, physical moment and put it in a frame. That’s wrong enough, right? But...but it wasn’t until I got to Daisy’s that I actually realized it.

At first blush, it was exactly like the others. That...moment. The plaque. “Basira”, Detective Alice “Daisy” Tonner, date unknown. But...but this one I was there for. I remembered that instant. I might have been...a little distracted at the time, but I was looking when Basira emptied her gun into...into whatever Daisy had become. And I know it—she—was looking at Basira, and that she didn’t recognize anyone else.

But in the picture...she wasn’t looking at Basira. I mean, Basira wasn’t exactly in the picture, any more than the not-Sasha was actually in Sasha’s picture or Nikola was in Tim’s. But you could see where she was, where the bullets were coming from. And Daisy wasn’t looking in that direction. She was looking out, through the painting.

She was—she was looking at me. Directly at me. It was like I was back in that junkyard and she was right in front of me, and she saw me, and she knew me. And she was—she was scared, Jon. I could see it in her eyes. She was scared and she was pleading with me to help her, to save her. Maybe she was accusing me a little. Like she was saying I am dying and you are doing nothing to stop it.

And that’s when it hit me. I hadn’t thought about it before, because I w-wasn’t there for the others when they actually happened, but—but when I looked back at Tim and Sasha, they were looking at me, too. Sasha was scared and Tim was angry and it was clear that they both knew, whenever or—wherever they were, that I was looking at them and that they were dying and I wasn’t doing a damn thing about it.

I—I kept looking. I couldn’t stop. There were dozens—hundreds of them, all of them somebody I cared about, or knew, or—or knew of, at least. A lot of the people from the statements. My mother. My grandfather. Gertrude Robinson. Jurgen Leitner. All of them in the exact moments of their deaths, all of them looking at me with either pleading or accusation or both, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

The corridor went on forever, or that’s what it seemed like. It stretched in both directions and I couldn’t escape it. But there was a doorway, and I—I went through it. I don’t know if I thought it was the way I was supposed to go, or if I just wanted to get away from all the damn pictures, but I went through it. And as soon as I did, the door behind me disappeared, so I figured, okay, I’m going the right way. And it calmed me down, but only for a second.

It was a long, narrow room, maybe big enough for a single person to walk. And there were more framed pictures, evenly spaced, lining one side of the wall. The other side was completely bare. When I came in, I was facing the first picture, so I didn’t even have the option of not looking. So I looked.

At first, it didn’t seem too bad, you know? Nothing...deadly. Just a house, and two people. One of them was standing on the threshold of the house, the other on the path leading up to it. The door was open. The person on the path was a little boy, ten at the most, and he looked—terrified. Upset. It was like he wanted to cry or scream but didn’t know if he was allowed, and he was reaching a hand out desperately. The person on the porch was a young man, and he looked like something had caught him off-guard...and there were threads, thin silver strands, seeming to wrap around him, and something dark leaning out of the open door, like it was going to grab him.

For a moment, I was just relieved that neither of them was looking at me. Whatever was going on in the picture, whatever that poor man was involved in or that poor boy was witnessing, neither one of them blamed me for it. And then I realized I recognized something. The little boy’s face—his eyes. I knew those eyes, better than I knew my own.

My breath caught in my throat. I looked at the plaque. All it had was a title and a year. It Is Polite to Knock, 1996. That’s all it said...but I knew what it was. What I was looking at. And then, when I looked back at the painting, I could see it, very faintly. On the little boy’s outstretched hand was the lightest outline of a spider’s web.

I moved on to the next painting. I don’t think I could have stopped myself. And it was a man, sitting at his desk, a sheaf of papers in front of him and a tape recorder next to it. He had this...vacant look in his eyes, like he was only partly aware of what was in front of him, and he was wearing a cardigan. He had one hand on the papers, holding them up a little so he could read them, and the fingers on his other hand were tangled up in the cuff of the cardigan, like he was stretching it over his fingers and playing with it. The eyes were behind glasses now, but it was very obviously the same man as the little boy in the first picture. The plaque said Statement Begins, 2015. Just over the man’s shoulder was the faintest outline of an eye.

The third one was of the same man. Only this time, he was—he was in pain. His head was thrown back a-and he was screaming, I could almost hear it through the painting. There was another person behind him, another man, and he was screaming too, and standing over them was a woman, o-or what might have been a woman, once, but was honeycombed with white, grotesque worms. There were more of them, and they were—they were attacking the two men, but the one in the foreground, the one who’d been in the other paintings, he was already hurt, and I—I felt so guilty, like it was my fault, even without the man having to look at me and accuse me. He didn’t need to. I was already blaming myself. The plaque said—and it would have made me laugh if I hadn’t been so upset by the picture—it just said Ah, Shit, 2016. There wasn’t an outline of anything in that picture, just what was actually there, or at least actually visible.

I—I was having a bit of trouble breathing at this point. I knew what I was looking at, of course I did, but I couldn’t stop, I had to see all of them, so I looked at the fourth one. It was the same man, in the same office as the second picture, even wearing the same damned cardigan. Scars dotting his face and arms now, hair a little longer and with a bit more grey in it, but still the same man. He wasn’t alone, though. There was another...person there. He didn’t look right, like he’d been put together by someone who only had a partial idea of what a human being looked like. His hands—his fingers—looked like they had knives on the end of them instead of fingernails. He was...grinning, but it looked too big for his face. I think he might have been giggling. It looked like he was giggling. And he—he had one finger buried in the man’s side. The man was crying out in pain, but he also looked upset and scared. The plaque read There Has Never Been a Door There, 2016. There wasn’t a symbol in that one, either.

The fifth one. The same man again. He was shaking hands with a woman. She was smirking, a really nasty smile, malicious delight. He was screaming, like seriously in agony. Where their hands were clasped, there was a faint wisp of smoke coming up, and I swear I could almost smell burning flesh from where I stood. The plaque read Just Shake My Hand, 2017. Still no symbol.

The sixth one. Same man, and another man. The other man had scars, too—I think they’re called Lichtenberg figures? He looked bored. The first man was panicking. It looked like he was trying to scream, but you could sort of tell he wasn’t actually making any sound. And he was free-falling, they both were, but the other man looked...controlled, somehow? It was obvious only one of them was in any real danger, and it wasn’t the one who’d been struck by lightning. The plaque said You Need to Learn Some Respect, 2017. In the sky behind them was the impression of more lightning, but not actual lightning. Just another symbol.

Y—

[long pause, sounds of distress and internal struggle]

The—the seventh one...oh, God, I almost lost it then and there. It was the same man as in all the other pictures. He was...standing in a clearing. It was dark, and there was—a woman with him. She looked—angry, but also triumphant somehow? She—oh, God, she had him by the throat, and she had a knife pressed against it. There was so much terror in his eyes, and I d-don’t blame him. I was terrified. I wanted to—but I couldn’t do anything. I forced myself to look away from it and look at the plaque. Stop...Asking...Questions, 2017. There was no symbol in that picture, but there didn’t need to be, did there?

The eighth one. The man was bound to a chair, in a dark...warehouse? I guess? It was...actually, if I hadn’t known what it was, and, you know, I hadn’t already been a complete and utter wreck, I might’ve appreciated the painting as being kind of artistic. There were these shadowy figures all around him, but they weren’t people. They were...pretty obviously waxwork mannequins. In front of him was a woman, pretty, but...I don’t know how to explain it. I’m fairly certain she was another mannequin, but she seemed alive, too. She was giving him this...almost impish grin, holding a tape recorder up in front of him. He was gagged, pretty thoroughly, and you could see he was straining against his bindings, and his eyes were panicky. The plaque said I Thought You’d Make a Lovely Frock, 2017. The shadows overhead made up an outline that kind of looked like a mask, one of those blank, featureless ones.

The n-ninth...I think that’s when I started crying. Didn’t look like all that much really, not compared to the others, but it was the man, lying in a grey hospital bed. Perfectly still. All the monitors perfectly flat but one. The plaque read Make Your Choice, 2018. Over the man’s face was a shadow that was...kind of shaped like a scythe.

The tenth. Actually a bit of a relief after that one, although it shouldn’t have been. It was the man and two women. They were in...what looked like a makeshift bunker of sorts. There was a bloody sheet, and the leg on one woman was bleeding. Honestly, it was all kind of chaotic, but the—the focal point was the woman with the bleeding leg, holding something sharp in her hand, jamming it into the man’s shoulder. The plaque said Don’t Touch Me, 2018. It was back to there not being a symbol in the picture.

The eleventh...was bad. There was the man who’d been in all the other pictures, and there was...calling it a man would be charitable. It was a mountain of flesh with a face. Enormous and bulging and...gross. It had its hand in the man’s torso and seemed to be pulling out one of his ribs, which was not a pleasant sight at all, and something about the man’s expression...I don’t think the actual extraction was a surprise, but it was obvious he hadn’t expected it to hurt quite as much as it did. The plaque read Mine Now, 2018. No symbol in this one, either.

The twelfth. It was mostly dark. There was the man, and—and the woman from the seventh painting, the one who...but she was scared in this one. So was he. They were both...pressed under dirt and rocks, and they both looked like they might be struggling to breathe. They were gripping one another’s wrists, not really holding hands, just like they were trying to maintain that contact and not...lose one another. The man had a tape recorder in his other hand. The plaque said There Isn’t Even an Up, 2018. Just barely visible in the dirt above them was the faint outline of a coffin.

The thirteenth. Unlucky number thirteen, but actually, it was the most peaceful one out of all of them. The man was standing in front of an open door. Inside was...black, but it was the purest, richest black you’ve ever seen in your life. He had a look on his face, both awestruck and terrified. The plaque said It’s Beautiful, 2018. There was a symbol overhead—a curved line with four lines coming off of it, like a drawing of a closed eye.

The—the fourteenth. There was the man, standing in the middle of this thick, grey fog. It was swirling all around him. He was...the expression on his face...h-he was panicked and terrified and upset and...all of it. It looked like he might have been about to cry. His teeth were clenched and he was—he was looking around him. Like he was trying to—to find something. The plaque said I Did This to Him, 2018.

I don’t know if there was a symbol in that one. Maybe not. I couldn’t look hard enough, because that was when I broke.

I fell on my knees. I was sobbing and gasping for breath. I was...definitely having a full-on panic attack. There was another painting on the hall, I could feel it, but I was fighting the urge to get up and look at it. I wanted to, something was compelling me to, but I c-couldn’t, because I knew what it would be of. I knew I’d look at it and see the cabin, and the statement, and the look on the man’s face, and the world ending outside the window. I could hear that moment, the rushing of wind, the gathering storm. I swear I could hear the other paintings, too—the gasping and the screaming, worms squirming and crickets chirping, the crash of the ocean and the rush of the wind, beeps and creaks and static, so much static—and it was just...it was just so much.

I was just about to turn around and look, because I couldn’t not, when I heard a voice say, “Well, that wasn’t very nice.”

The noises stopped. I hadn’t realized they were anywhere but in my own head until that moment, but all I could hear then was me. I looked up and...the room had changed. It was plain grey stone, just a small antechamber really. The wall in front of me was blank.

I was still struggling to catch my breath, and I know I was still crying, but I turned and saw Helen standing next to me. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was scowling. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her not smiling, but she...definitely wasn’t happy.

“When I find out who’s been playing in my hallways, we’re going to have a little...chat,” she said. “And they won’t like it.” She looked at me for a minute, and then added, “On the other hand, they’ll like having a chat with me more than they’d like having a chat with the Archivist. If he finds them first, I want to be there to watch.”

She helped me up. No claws, which...I appreciated. I was still struggling to get myself back together. Helen turned me around and pointed to a picture on the wall behind me.

“Here,” she said. “Look at this one instead, until you feel better. There’s time.”

This picture...i-it was the same man as in the other pictures, but he looked...he was still tired, but calmer. He wasn’t afraid. Quite the opposite, actually. He was sitting on one end of a ratty old couch, wearing a sweater that was way too big for him, hair pulled back out of his eyes. He was looking up at—he was looking directly at me, and he was smiling. He was reaching out his hands, one sort of turned under like he was going to be taking something.

I remembered that moment. I could feel it. That first night in the cabin, we’d just had dinner. You’d cooked, so I’d told you to go sit down in the other room while I cleaned up, and then I made tea and brought it out. You were lost in thought at first, but when I came in, you looked up at me and smiled, just like that, and I—I felt safe, for the first time in months.

That was the first time, wasn’t it? The first time you said the words? I tried to play it off, you looked so startled, but then you recovered and doubled down on it and...

It was a good memory.

I stood there for I don’t know how long, staring at that picture, that moment, letting it push all the other ones I’d seen out of my head. Letting myself remember how it felt. Taking that comfort. I could feel myself relaxing, feel myself starting to smile.

A—and then there came the pain. I don’t know how to describe it. A sudden explosion of pain, like a migraine on steroids. I felt like something—popped, inside my head, just behind my eyes. No...no, not behind them. Not behind.

I don’t think I screamed. I think I wanted to, but it hurt so bad I couldn’t. The world went white, and I could feel something—not tears, something thicker, more gelatinous—trickling, pouring down my cheeks. It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life—the worst physical pain, anyway.

And then everything went black. I guess I passed out. Next thing I knew, I heard a voice calling my name, teasing me about long nights and confusing my hours. I opened my eyes and asked what time it was, and Tim told me it was nine in the morning.

I’m just glad I realized what had happened before I said something stupid about the power being out.

#whumptober2020 #no.11 #no.12 #no.16 #no.19 #no.25 #Crying #Broken Down #Hallucinations #Grief #Disorientation #the magnus archives #fic #part of a longer fic #time-travel fix-it #Martin has to relive Jon's marks #implied emotional abuse of a child #ollie writes fanfic

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missnight0wl · 5 years

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For the ask meme thing, can you do Penny, Ben, Merula, Charlie and Skye?

Well, it turned out rather lengthy. I was even considering splitting it to separate posts, but I don’t know… I ended up putting it under the cut. If anyone actually cares about it and prefers similar analyses to be in shorter posts, let me know!

Penny

First impression:

“A popular blonde girl? Well, all right, I guess.”

Impression now:

“Why. Are. You. Everywhere?”

So yeah, I’m among people tired of seeing Penny in almost every side quest while also being very prominent in the main story. The difference is that, for me, it started already at some point in year 4.

I’m not saying that she’s a bad character or anything, but I just feel like her potential is terribly wasted for the sake of putting her on the screen, even without rhyme or reason. One thing that bothers me is that Penny is flawed – which on its own is a really GOOD thing. The problem is that it’s not being explored but usually just excused by circumstances instead. Penny is impulsive and she performs badly under pressure, but we see it mostly in situations like after Scarlett’s death, after Beatrice went missing/got trapped, after Merula stole her potion – and it’s never addressed after. And I believe it should, especially in situations like the last case I mentioned. Sure, it’s understandable that Penny wanted to get justice and recognition she deserved, but also the fact that she went straight to making someone impersonate a professor… feels a bit extreme. What I’m trying to say is that it’d be beneficial for Penny to make her flaws more “part of her”, in a way. For example, when we were considering both Penny or Charlie for the Portrait Vault, I wanted someone to say that Penny indeed might want to help because of personal involvement, but she also performs badly when strong emotions are involved.

Another thing is that even the thing which should be Penny’s main strengths (gossiping, “personal network”) are almost meaningless for the main story. Like, I don’t recall any situations where she used her connections to learn something about Jacob from older students etc. It’d be great to see her researching Rakepick alongside Tulip during year 4, too, yet Tulip was doing it alone. There was one situation in Y4Ch4:

… but even if you say “yes”, it’s never brought up again. Of course, using Penny’s gossiping more effectively means more Penny in the game, and we don’t really need that. So it’s rather the idea for how her character should’ve been written from the beginning: remove her from side quests which do absolutely nothing for her character, and use what you gave her from the start. Because currently, Penny feels kind of empty…

Favorite moment:

I’m not sure if I have one, to be honest. It’s not that I hate all of them, but none is particularly special for me. I did like our conversation from Y6Ch11 about Beatrice which showed that Penny can work on accepting changes:

Too bad that it was quickly thrown to trash since everyone loses their minds because of that stupid escapee, so…

Idea for a story:

I don’t want more stories with Penny so I don’t really have ideas for one.

More seriously, though, it’d probably be something involving acknowledgement of Penny’s flaws and working on improvement. Something that would expand the scene I mentioned above.

Unpopular opinion:

I feel like a lot of things I discussed already are unpopular opinions… Still, here’s something else:

Penny’s hairstyle is ugly. There, I said it. I know it’s silly, but it bothers me ever since I saw it for the first time in the game. I can agree that Penny is a stereotypically pretty girl, but the hairstyle kind of ruins the whole design. It’s just… so unnecessarily complicated. Like, it’s 4 in 1: hair down, two braids on the sides, a braid on bangs, and a knot on a back. Just pick two, it’d be much better! I can’t help but think that it was a “bring your child to work” day at Jam City, and some 5-years-old was like: “I want her to have this, and this, and this… and this!”. The hairstyle doesn’t have to be super complex to be impressive and draw attention.

Favorite relationship:

Hm, probably with Chiara. The first Halloween TLSQ is a hot mess, but the relationship between those two girls, how Penny overcome her fear, was a really nice element.

Favorite headcanon:

Penny having her own Apothecary at Diagon Alley or in Hogsmeade. I imagine she’d have many propositions to become a professor etc., but I think she’d like to have her own place where she can do her experiments, maybe give advice to her customers. She’d probably be in touch with Liz because of the ingredients (I can see “no creatures were hurt” labels). Oh, and with Chiara too, perhaps to help her with the Lycanthropy cure.

Ben

First impression:

“Either you have a great story or you’ll be used as comic relief.”

Impression now:

“Stop using my boy’s story as comic relief!”

Of course, that’s an oversimplification. But there is something about it that Ben was never really presented… seriously. First, it was his anxiety which was usually being exaggerated, and I assume it was partially to make it look funny. It was only during classes when we could find out that Ben’s father is an actuary, that there’s a ghost at his house and Ben’s parents didn’t believe him about it, that he was bullied in his Muggle school. All of that are very real reasons for his insecurity to develop. And I think that we should’ve talked more about that. Because now, people are used to Ben not being serious, and when they see lines like:

… they also don’t take him seriously. Hell, I’m not sure the writers take him seriously when I see something like that.

I really don’t mind New Ben, but I do think it could’ve been much better executed. Especially when it comes to what led to his change – which brings us back to how terribly bad Y5Ch30 was…

Favorite moment:

His part in the O.W.L.s TLSQ:

Idea for a story:

Any story explaining some of many mysteries Ben holds.

Unpopular opinion:

I’m not sure if it’s an unpopular opinion, but I think that whether or not you (mostly) trusted Ben in the previous years, it should’ve had a bigger impact on the relationship between him and MC in year 6. I’m also really bothered that we’re not getting an option to tell him that he was brave even in the past. I know that a lot of situations showing Ben’s courage were optional, but still. I’d like to remind him that he was already protecting his friends when he took the spell on himself during the attack at the beginning of year 5, or when he disarmed Rowan put under Imperius. Those are constant points in the story.

Favorite relationship:

Definitely with Charlie. I’m really upset that the writers didn’t pay much attention to that, and we only got glimpses of Charlie being supportive of Ben. Still, it was really endearing and enough to steal my heart.

Also, I want to mention here the relationship between Ben and Rowan, because it’s another thing that I wish would be elaborated more. I mean, I understand that it was overshadowed in later years by Rowan being suspicious, but I feel like what we’re kind of forgetting is that they’re part of the original trio: MC, Rowan, and Ben. I’m not including Penny here, because yes, she was there since year 1, but she’s a popular girl, a friend of everyone. The trio was a group of awkward kids, not exactly fitting to the rest. And while Rowan was always closer to MC, they cared about Ben as well (I believe they did all that time and still do). When Ben went missing, Rowan was really upset:

I really hoped we’ll get more of them growing back closer after Y5Ch19, but… yeah.

Favorite headcanon:

Ben becoming a healer. He’d be great at this, not only because he’s a powerful wizard, but also because his patients will appreciate his calming attitude – that is when Ben overcomes his own trauma.

Merula

First impression:

“Well, I guess you have to be in that game.”

Impression now:

“Well, I guess you have to be in that game.”

I’m not even being sarcastic. My current opinion on Merula is pretty much the same as it was at the beginning: I don’t really care. There were some changes on the way, of course, from “Woah, you’re an intense one, huh?”, to “Can you just leave me alone?”, to some small hope in year 4 that she might be turn into something interesting, to finally end with total disappointment after our meeting at the Three Broomsticks in Y5Ch2.

I never really had high hopes for Merula, simply because the whole “enemies to friends” and whatnot is not really my thing. I might end up liking it, but it’s not something I’m seeking for on my own. So I was more like: “Yeah, we’ll see how it goes since I’m already here anyway”. And… it didn’t really go anywhere. Some months ago I wrote a post about Merula not changing throughout the story (you can find it here), and sadly, I think it’s still true. And personally, at this point, I just accepted that Jam City can’t handle her arc properly. But I also know that they think that they need such character to be included, just because.

Favorite moment:

When Merula was defeated by Torvus and MC looked really happy about it (even though I know it was likely just a coincidence).

Seriously though, I don’t think I have one.

Idea for a story:

The story I really wish to see – and which is crucial for Merula’s redemption arc to even begin – is Merula acknowledging things she’s done to people, where she apologies for that and at least try to treat them better. I’m talking here not only about MC, but also about the others (it could be actually more important, in my opinion). You know, something similar to “A Christmas Carol” might’ve been interesting. Now, I’m talking more about the idea, I don’t think Merula should get the whole Christmas quest for herself – although it’d be more satisfying and meaningful than taking her to the Burrow.

And make it part of the main story, not some side quest lost in the timeline!

Unpopular opinion:

The opinions on Merula are so polarised that I guess everything might be considered unpopular. So hm…

All right, here’s the thing. I can’t really feel sorry for Merula about what happened in the Portrait Vault. Not because I think she deserved it or anything – absolutely not. I don’t want her to suffer either physically or emotionally. But the reason why I am not emotional about THAT scene is because it was just so… pointless and stupid. It doesn’t make sense for anything.

First of all, I can’t see it as Rakepick betraying her trust since she didn’t use her admiration for her own benefit at all. Like… ugh. If Merula didn’t like Rakepick at that point, it’d change nothing. Also, what’s the point of it for Merula’s character anyway? The game tries to tell us that she regressed because of that, but there was little to no progress, to begin with. She treated people badly before, she does it after - they’re the same picture. It didn’t even make Merula realise that she shouldn’t idolize powerful people only because they’re powerful – she’s doing the exact same thing with her “crush” on Jacob!

Favorite relationship:

Don’t really have one. To be fair, we don’t know much about Merula’s relationships. And from what we know, I’d say they’re more or less toxic, so I just can’t really call any of them my favourite. That being said, I’m quite curious about her relationship with Diego. I wouldn’t call it a friendship from what we’ve seen, but she was treating him… decently? And is it even a thing anymore? Yet another thing that could’ve been explored more.

Favorite headcanon:

Again, don’t really have one.

Charlie

First impression:

“What have I done to deserve your support?”

Impression now:

“What have you done, my boy, to be treated so terribly by the writers?”

Let’s start by saying that I still think that Charlie is arguably the most supportive of our friends overall. It’s not that the others are not, it’s just that Charlie’s role in year 4 is very prominent to me – especially when we keep in mind that Bill told us that Charlie wanted to help us already at the end of year 3, so before we (and Charlie) could’ve known that it’ll involve the Forbidden Forest. But then… something happened in year 5, and I just don’t get it. I’m still upset that they wrote him as if he had never anything to do with the Cursed Vaults if you take him to the Portrait Vault. Then, he had a pretty nice moment in year6 when he offered his help with Trelawney’s prophecy:

… and then we had a recent situation with Ben. And to be frank, I get Charlie here. In fact, it was probably healthy for him to finally “snap”. Because when you think about it, Charlie and MC have one important thing in common: they deal with emotions by ignoring them. After Ben’s attack in year 4, Charlie focused first on helping us with the Forest Vault, then on helping Ben. Right after the Portrait Vault, he focused on Bill. In year 6, he focused on his brothers, he immediately caught the opportunity to focus on helping MC with the prophecy. The only reason why he told us about wanting to leave for Romania was that MC wanted to meet with him. So yeah, Charlie has plenty suppressed emotions – just like MC does.

There’s also another problem with that scene, in my opinion. You see, while you can say: “Well, he knew what he was signing for by befriending MC”, and I can agree that he should know that… I don’t think he does. Or rather the writers don’t acknowledge that. It’s something I’m noticing more and more often since the end of year 5 (not only with Charlie). Because when you look at what Charlie said, she referenced only that: Rakepick’s betrayal and the present events. And it simply doesn’t make sense. Why it’s the escapee that he’s worried about? He should be worried that even with Rakepick gone, someone might be controlled and forced to hurt their friends. That HE can be forced to hurt his own brothers or MC. He could’ve both blamed MC for that AND be scared about that. It’d be so much more powerful and meaningful, and just cohesive with the story. And I’m just… so upset about it.

Favorite moment:

Of course, the “Egg Hunt” SQ.

Seriously, it was so good. The ending is adorable, but I really like it as the whole. It treated Charlie really well. It used his passion for dragons, but also showed him as a good friend, and we got a glimpse of his resourcefulness when it comes to earning money, for example (and his tendency to do crimes!).

Idea for a story:

Anything showing more of his personality. He’s going to basically represent the Order of the Phoenix abroad – show us this charisma. There were already some moments for that in the story, but we need more. Charlie is not only about dragons.

Unpopular opinion:

Hm, it’s sort of related to what I already said about his character being changed in year 5. You see, many people claim that Charlie was ruined in year 5 in general, from the start – and I can’t agree with that. It only happened in the second half. Compare those two scenes, for instance.

Y5Ch13 (if you’re a prefect, there’s no middle line):

And his weird concerns about going to the Prefects’ bathroom by the end of the year:

I don’t know, it almost feels like two different characters to me. Another example is the scene where we met Duncan.

(…)

Charlie’s fans complained that he didn’t react here, and he only thought about a dragon at the end. But listen, here’s a thing… Yes, it was really sweet that Bill went into defensive mode and all, but Duncan is a freaking ghost. He couldn’t do anything to MC. So yeah, of course, Charlie was focused on the passion of his life when there was no real danger. And the fact that he didn’t react to Duncan “insulting” Jacob – well, neither did Bill, because it was a conversation between Duncan and MC, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. Also, the chapter ends there, but you know what happens in the next one when we go to meet Torvus? Charlie is there with us, even though we didn’t even ask him (we were with Tulip and Merula when we decided to go there)! And that’s because the Forbidden Forest is where something dangerous might actually happen.

Just because Charlie was less present in year 5 and sometimes showed that he thinks also about himself doesn’t mean that he became a worse friend to MC or cared less about them.

Favorite relationship:

It has to be with Bill. Their bond is sweet and their interactions are often hilarious.

Favorite headcanon:

I really like headcanon about Charlie having magical dragon tattoos which move. I added to it a little that he got the first tattoo with Bill when they went together on a holiday trip around Europe. I wanted it to happen after Bill’s graduation, but it doesn’t really go along with the events of the Portrait Vault in my mind, so maybe it’d be after Charlie’s graduation.

Skye

First impression:

“Are you sure you’re not related to Oliver Wood?”

I mean, they do have a pretty similar mindset about Quidditch…

Impression now:

Honestly, I can’t say much here. I quit the Quidditch storyline right before the first match, and while I took a peek on the plot right after this and the Comet TLSQ, my experience was somewhat limited. I can say that I definitely enjoyed her the least from the new characters. I suppose she’s just not my type of a person.

Favorite moment:

As I said, I didn’t really like interacting with her, but her scenes with Orion were pretty entertaining (I know I’m cheating because it’s more about Orion than Skye, but shhh…).

Idea for a story:

Again, I don’t care about Quidditch so I didn’t give much thought to that. But I suppose it’d be interesting to see the Quidditch gang interacting with the regular gang (though I’m fairly certain it won’t happen).

Unpopular opinion:

I don’t really have an unpopular opinion on Skye, but here’s one for the Quidditch content in general: it’s pretty boring. I’m kind of biased since I wasn’t interested in that addition, to begin with, but I gave it a shot. The characters are all right, the gameplay mechanisms are not the worst for a mobile game, but overall? I’m disappointed.

First of all, it doesn’t even feel like it’s about Quidditch. I wanted them to at least pretend that some sports strategic are involved. For example, before the first match, I’d like to hear that the opposing team has a new keeper so it might be good to choose a move based on distraction etc. Anything. It always brings down to the question: “Which new character you like the best?”. And speaking of characters, while I can agree that they are well-written (mostly), I really don’t think they were needed. I’d like it much more if the time spent on their creation was dedicated to developing the ones from the main story. Finally, I wish Quidditch chapters were being released along with the main chapters, simply because with the current schedule, year 6 will last forever. It’s not really a problem for me personally, but I just don’t want to think about people whining twice as much as it was with year 5. Not to mention forgetting the plot…

The Quidditch addition was hyped as if it was the best thing to happen since the release of the game. But in my opinion, it might be the worst.

Oh, and I just thought about something more Skye related. The way they presented Parkin’s Pincer? It’s a damn foul, and nobody can tell me otherwise. You’re basically throwing off another player of their broom. Seriously, what the hell?

Favorite relationship:

With Orion, I guess?

Favorite headcanon:

I kind of go along with headcanon that she has a pretty heavy Scottish accent. I’m not sure now if I stole it from @/wilhelminafujita or I saw it circulating in more places…

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Nerf gun professionals - chap 2 (final)

I am late and I am so sorry but family things happened (ew). Anyway, I hope you can handle yourself even if you may have to be around invalidating family members. You are valid and you matter.

Summary: Virgil struggles with some stuff as he faces adult life on his own. Work is a pain in the ass but at least his trusty therapist is by his side to support him. Even with nerfing him whenever he is being a bitch about himself.

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Emile remembered the moment fondly, the moment he had made the acquaintance of the most satisfying method of fixing problems and making progress in life. His hands wrapped around the toy and he knew this would be great, if not for the nostalgia attached to it and the symbolism it carried. It would be great for him and his client.

He pocketed the precious holder of memories and carefully straightened his outer appearance in order to ready himself for his new client. When the time rolled around, his expected guest arrived, early as usual and hunched over as he carefully knocked, skinny knuckles hitting the white and pink door he had between him and the hallway.

“Come in!”, Emile piped up, his words direct. It was the voice of a friend, a really unpredictable friend but in the most admirable sense. Upon his words, the person stuck their head in, a head of blonde poking out of the little space between door and frame as they waited. They stared into the other, eyes timid and focusing on the floor rather than Emile - not longer than for a blink of an eye anyway.

“There you are, little gem! Come in, sit down. This is your appointment after all.”

His left hand accentuated his words as he pointed at a couch opposite his baby pink recliner. Seriously, who the heck had a pink recliner? At least the couch was beige.

When he had started coming to therapy with Emile for the very first time, he had expected more professionalism, more coldness and walls that were distant and closing in on him. Instead, he had been met with a guy collecting pop figures and making cartoon references and puns all the time. It was silly and seemed so ridiculous but still, Virgil appreciated the unconventional form of professionalism he was surrounded with in this area.

Concerning his previous therapists, they never gave him the impression they were just as much of a person as he was. They were usually just these superior people who would tell him he was wrong or unstable and needed to be monitored and whatnot. Well, maybe he did. And even if he did, there were better ways to say it than (figuratively) pointing knives at him and telling him to sit back down when he wanted to leave.

“Hi” Blunt, simple. Virgil.

Emile gave the blonde an affirmative nod. The client carefully rushed over to the couch and curled up on it. He was a precious ball of anxiety and one that Emile admired for trying so hard. The kid did not have an easy life but then again, who did ever really not experience any struggle at all in a world like this?

“Welcome back, Virgil. How has your week been so far?”

It was a Wednesday. Usually, this was the day during which Virgil needed the most amount of emotional catharsis since it was just in the middle of a five-day working week. Several days have hurt him already and tired him out, making him question reality and whether anything was really worth all this fucking bullshit. Then, there were still days ahead of him. Mondays were shit but they were so fresh in the week, it was not needed to really get all therapeutic already and Tuesday was still in his mental capacity to deal with this shit but after Wednesday, the stress and frustration was out of the usual spectrum he could handle without snapping at people around him, even the ones he liked.

Fridays were just the days he needed for a nap and Thursday was basically the stepping stone to Friday so there was the logic in his choice. It was been fascinating to hear the tall gem talk about his intricate rumination about which day was perfect for him to choose for his therapy when he had one in seven to decide on.

Virgil would just tell him that it was him bullshitting through life and making a drama out of every decision he had to make when there was nothing to be concerned about but he still was and it did not make any sense and it was so stupid and stole time and was a waste and he would DIE deliberating all the shit he was too scared to do without thinking about it and then he would already be dead before committing to a decision because he was such a fucking DUMBass, EmiLe!

“Ugh.. Well, bullshit. Everyone is a Karen and getting on my nerves and it sucks but I never complain because it is useless and I am just, ugh.. well yeah, whining and all that shit and I suck anyway. It is stupid to think it matters or to wanna try but it would be nice.” He shrugged, his lips pressed together into a thin line.

Emile nodded sagely, his eyes blinking a quick moment in sympathy. “Ah, Virgil. You are expressing a lot of negativity here.”

The blonde sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I get it”, he started, his words muffled by his hands as he put his face into the grappling apparatuses of his body. He leaned into his own lap and tugged at the hood of his self-made and very much sleeveless hoodie. His shoulders were covered by a thick layer of an older biker-style jacket. “I get it. I do.”

His face rose from the asylum of his powerful hands. It just barely got out of reach and its features already poured down like raindrops in a thunderstorm. “You say we need positivity - I need it or whatever. I bring negativity into the room by talking shit about me and others. I get it, but this is what I do. I don’t say nice shit about me or others or whatever. That is just not me.”

His shoulders flinched in the camera flash of a sudden shrug. “Just.. Just - It is whatever and positivity won’t do shit because I am like a lost cause or something. Ugh, I don’t know. It- it is whatever, yeah.”

Emile’s eyebrows drew together like a bundle of dark clouds accumulating for a horrendous thunderstorm. “Virgil, you might want to rephrase this. You know that you are better than what they make you feel like and if they matter, then so do you and it is important to remind yourself of how much you are worth. Just remember that your words are as significant as everyone else’s. You are not any less than your co-workers and you have done so much in life alrea-”

The addressed client sighed in exasperation and gave Emile a glare, almost as if offended or ready to tackle. The therapist knew better than to feel insulted or personally attacked by the impulsive client. He had learned over some time that Virgil struggled to keep himself together whenever it got slightly emotional for him. He was rather sensitive. Not that Emile minded. It was yet another thing he needed to pay attention to. Virgil was always ready to pounce and while he was not violent towards Emile, we way certainly ready to verbally shoot a full magazine at whoever dared to dip into his issues or trigger his anxiety.

“I know”, he barked at the other and the therapist stopped. His jaw clasped together like a zipper and it stayed shut as Virgil ran a hand through his hair and let the back of his feet move from and against the floor as if to tap a rapid rhythm. If it was one, it would be yet another song featured on his album of personal hell. This one in particular would probably be called “emo nightmare” because feelings were a pain and they made him fidgety. “I know but it does not matter, none of it ever matters” It is all stupid and just shit and and - They don’t care! Why do they not care if I matter so much, Picani! They never even bother to fucking ask about my opinions or my schedules because they do not fucking mind me being a human being. I am nothing to them or anyone.”

He shrugged, his shoulders falling into a slump as he rolled back into the soft island of his safe, beige couch. Ugly but at least a space in which he knew himself to be okay in, a space in which he was certain he was not to be attacked by anyone. Well, anyone but himself. He was a beast. His best and only friend but still his worst judge and enemy at the same time because he committed so many bullshit mistakes of course someone needed to hold him accountable for all these things.

..Sometimes it felt like life was hard enough but his personal anxiety and panic was even harsher with him than this world had already been on him.

He took a deep breath, the oxygen echoing through his body and leaving the fleshy walls of his vessels shake in sudden intrusion. Oh his panic did not like breathing.

Then, for no apparent reason or maybe about every reason there could be, a dull sensation hit his shoulder and his teary eyes ripped their gaze from the nothing that was his life back to reality. Things were slurry to his mind but Emile seemed so clear before him.

Orange, such a fucking stingy and intrusive colour. It was like looking into the sun right after leaving the dark bedroom of safety. Such a fucking colour. It seemed so surreal in the blob of pastels and soft soft colours that Virgil needed to squint at his therapist to make sure he saw what he saw. As in what he saw was actually real, it was there and happening and not some odd thing his anxiety whispered into his memories to mess with his perceptions.

Cognitive distortions or something, had his psychiatrist explained to him. Sometimes he wondered whether Mister Vega was more capable than Picani but he would not run into this place all the time if he found no use in it.

“The.. the fuck?”, he stammered. His mind focused more and more, clearing the blurry veil that seemed to angrily drape itself over his concentration and when it was all crystal clear and safe as day, Virgil identified the orange piece of shit to be a child’s toy.

“Did you shoot me? Did you fucking shoot me, is this what we are going to do now?”

Virgil’s words seemed acidic, being spat out and examined with his hateful gaze that burned in the dark eyes of his eminent self. His voice, however, was still shaky and stumbled as securely as a high teenager when trying to make a snack at 3am without their parents noticing.

Memories and shit.

Emile offered him a smile. That bitch.

Virgil sneered in response but left the other room for speaking so he could explain himself for the audacity he had committed with his unusual actions. Emile was actually not that much of a daredevil but more of the sweet nerdy therapist who still kinda stuck with Virgil enough for the punk to keep him in his life. Partly because he could at least afford it with his insurance.

“Well Virgil, see. You got an issue with negativity and talking yourself down and you find too much comfort in the mentally self-harming behaviour of - if you will - trash-talking all about yourself you seem fitting at the moment.”

The punk blinked and opened his mouth just to, much like a fish, close it again instead of sharing any sounds with the other. Communication was all about listening to and right now, he was not in the mental state to give a comeback to his therapist, oh no. Those words had hit too close to home at this moment.

“We will do something more helpful. While we could have you exercise self-deprecation to your liking, we could work on your language and your thoughts but more important, we have to change your attitude as a start. It will be hard but all is hard in therapy and life and we can do it together.”

Virgil nodded. This sounded more like something he could catch up on at this moment. So.. he talked shit about himself and Emile was tired of his bullshit so he wanted to change his mind rather than his.. his words because one caused the other or whatever. Vega had mentioned something like that before, yeah. Whatever bullshit.

“Uh.. um, yeah.”, Virgil commented carefully. To be honest, his mind was wiped out, it was all blank and for once neither anxiety nor biting sarcasm were there to take the wheel and direct his speech like he would need it. ...He was almost helpless, not knowing how to deal with no voices and no trouble in his mind. The client was immersed in the situation, anxiety turned off. Maybe Emile’s childhood dreams have shot it to death. Served it right, that fucking bitch. It was annoying as hell... Virgil still could not help but will this trash beast a bit. He had given it a name and such and well, it was kind of not so bad.

Was that a bad thing? Emile said it was good to have a connection to his feelings and indentify thoughts and feelings coming from him.

Emile smiled and let the toy drop into his lap, clapping his hands together, he nodded over at the other to resume speaking. “You were saying?” His chin dipped down a bit, angling as if to give Virgil’s a toddler-intended sweet view to his soft, sundrop orbs.

Virgil let his lips divide for a moment, his lower one retreating for his tongue to wet it. He was out of words, out of his mind and all out of clues.

“Uh..I .. I forgot the um.. the question - “, he admitted in a state, somewhere between confusion and the feeling of being lost and dropped right into the ocean.

“You wanted to talk about your time at work and how your week has been so far. Any progress at talking to your co-workers or communicating with the costumers?”

Virgil shrugged, lips pulled into a quirky wave more than anything else. ”Ah, I mean, I guess? The costumers still suck but not all. Just some and the majority is just there. A nice lady told me I did a good job and some pal stood up for me when there was another asshole costumer so I think this is okay.”

He shrugged again, his shoulders flinching upwards as if to prove a point with their jumping. “And the whole co-worker thing.. I mean, they still suck but I care less I guess. I don’t know, really. I just.. Maybe I gave up but it does not bother me too much.”

Picani smiled and nodded again, the gun resting in his lap rather than his hands.

“So you feel less intensely about all these incidents?”

Virgil nodded, his shoulders immediately going up and falling back into place right after. “Yeah but it still hurts and such. But not as much. Maybe it is good? The costumers just get on my nerves but the issues at work kinda still bother me.”

The therapist nodded sagely once more, letting out a thoughtful hum. “You told me you tried talking to them before?”

The therapy session continued with several exchanges like this, the nerf gun being used every now and then, but after the initial outbreak on Virgil’s side, it had been much calmer. It was a peak of feelings and tension - somewhat usual between them but the more they met, the less intense and often they had been. This was what mattered to Virgil. He wanted to stop being so sensitive to everything and panic or snap at all things happening around him, especially people talking to him.

When the ending rolled around, Emile invited a conclusion as always and gave Virgil the usual revelation of trying new things. In a few sessions, Emile would return a special sort of letter Virgil had written about the therapy when they met for the first time. It was a method he used to show his clients how they struggled before and whether they actually felt different from what how they used to be. If they did not feel as if there was any meaningful progress, then he would suggest other therapists and so on or different approaches.

When Virgil got his, he returned the item with a letter of his own. Less about the therapy session but more about addressing his feelings to Emile. The retail worker took a break from seeing Emile for about two weeks but joined in after this and continued working with more vigour. Picani shared the enthusiasm when he read along the lines of Virgil’s response he had written.

Sometimes his clients surprised him after all. The young adult had written about his personal reflections of how much it helped him already and how he kept a journal to show his steps of improvement. There were certain photocopies of the journal pages and highlighted paragraphs and other lines to refer to Virgil’s bettering such as talking to strangers willingly, having less breakdowns and finally getting some more and qualitatively and quantitatively high sleep.

One of the last notes placed themselves in his memory as much as gently putting a hand over his heart as if to warm it up. And warm it up it did. They continued working together with breaks here and there to give Virgil more reflection time as he figured himself out further and let the learned lessons sink in and show in his behaviour.

Emile never backed away from his nerf gun, not for himself nor for others. Even as he retired he kept it around to remind himself of helping others and being helped by others as time passes. The spirit of helping and supporting your next travelled from Remy to Emile and eventually rested with Virgil who took it upon him to aid his friends as much as he could.

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 5 years

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Michael After Midnight: Hellboy

I really love Guillermo Del Toro’s work. I really do. His first Hellboy movie was the first film I ever saw from him and was a gateway drug to the rest of his filmography, Ron Perlman, and Hellboy himself. Because of the film and Teen Titans, Perlman became one of my favorite actors, and because of the film, I checked out the sequel and all the animated movies. I never got into the comics unfortunately, but it’s safe to say that Hellboy had an impact on me.

But, like… I really think people hold it and its sequel in too high of a regard. GDT’s Hellboy movies are good movies, don’t misunderstand me, but I wouldn’t really say they’re some of GDT’s best. The first film has a lot of great ideas but is bogged down by the fact it has a stupid, pointless love triangle with a bland everyman character and doesn’t let Doug Jones do Abe’s voice, and the second film can get a bit too silly to the point where there is a phantom Seth MacFarlane in a diving suit doing a bad German accent. It’s a testament to Ron Perlman, Doug Jones, and the effects that they can carry these films on the force of their personalities and spectacle alone. They’re fun action movies, but I think they lack a lot of the depth of GDT’s films like Pan’s Labyrinth and especially The Shape of Water or even the sheer awesome value of something like Pacific Rim. They’re worthy films in the man’s filmography, but they aren’t his artistic masterpieces.

Which made it so weird to me when this movie was announced, this reboot of a property anyone with any sense knew was long dead, and people started treating GDT’s movies like cinema’s Holy Grail. I love the combination of GDT and Perlman as much as anyone else guys, but come on, I’d rather have more Hellboy and have GDT finally take us to the Mountains of madness than have him fight an uphill battle to get a third Hellboy film made. And it’s not like this movie was rushed out immediately, this franchise got the reboot ten years later. People were seriously getting mad because a dead film series was getting rebooted just because of nostalgia. Again, can’t stress enough that I love Del Toro, I love Perlman, and the Hellboy movies they made together kick ass… but at some point you have to let go and move on, and hope for better things. Frankly, as I alluded to before, Del Toro’s Lovecraft adaptation is something I’m far more excited to see than I would be another Hellboy film from him.

God, what a detour that was, huh? I haven’t even talked about the actual movie I’m reviewing yet… well, despite everything, despite it being a reboot of a beloved but very dead franchise, despite suffering a lot of executive meddling and behind-the-scenes drama, despite it bombing at the box office due to poor release scheduling which leaves any sequels in doubt… it’s actually a pretty good film. Like, genuinely good, I wouldn’t even say “so bad it’s good,” though it really, really pushes it at times.

For instance, the plot is utter hogwash. It’s a bunch of mystical bullshit that just happens to get Hellboy from scene to scene and show us some cool magical shit, because while the story itself is dumb, the background and lore of the world is most certainly not. It’s an absolute mish-mash of all sorts of fantasy tropes, with the devil, King Arthur, Baba Yaga, giants, Mexican vampires, werecats, and fairies all thrown into the mix, with sprinklings of the Bible, Rasputin, Atlantis, Nazis, and whatnot thrown in for good measure. It’s the exact sort of crazy crossover fairytale madness I love about Hellboy. Baba Yaga in particular is fantastic and horrifying, with her one major scene really stealing the show, and the demons from Hell that pop in towards the end likewise leave an impression with their fantastically creative designs and gory methods of murder. Ah yes, there’s the biggest plus this movie has: the gore. The sheer levels of bloody violence this movie delivers in its fight scenes is nothing short of hilariously beautiful. Special mention has to go to the demon attack sequence at the end, which is like a highlight reel of blood and guts.

The movie definitely crammed a lot in to try and build up the world for a sequel, which is a risky thing for these big comic book universe films, and ultimately I don’t think it truly paid off well for it, sadly. I did like a lot of the backstory given to us, but a lot of the time it felt like it was bogging down the pacing. It’s like every time we have a new character, they have to spend five minutes detailing this time Hellboy pissed in their Cheerios and that’s why they hate monsters or whatever. Heck, even in a flashback a character kind of pauses to kind of explain what they’re about. It adds to the silliness, sure, but I feel like they should have slowed down and kind of eased into the worldbuilding instead of getting overexcited and blowing their load so quick.

The characters are mostly okay. Ian McShane is literally incapable of being bad, and getting to hear him say “fuck” with alarming regularity is great, and David Harbour is definitely a worthy succesor to Perlman in taking up the big red fist. The rest of the cast, though? They’re mostly just okay, and even the better ones like Hellboy’s sidekicks for the journey Alice and Ben are kind of thrown at us, show off their powers, and then get sidelined for a lot of the movie so Hellboy can punch everything, though Ben at least gets to help in the climactic fight and everyone shares a cool action scene at the end. Speaking of the climactic battle though, the climax as a whole is simultaneously cool and underwhelming, with Milla Jovovich’s big bad Nimue going down like a Milla Jovobitch. Nimue is not an awful protagonist, and she does have some good backstory to her, but ultimately she’s a bit underwhelming as an antagonist, though this is pretty standard for Hellboy movies after the first one. If nothing else, she gets defeated with the most amazingly bad pun imaginable, so she’s not on my shit list.

Frankly it’s really hard to quantify why I like this film; most would argue my criticism of the film would make it bad at worst, “so bad it’s good” at best, but I don’t think either criteria fits it, I think it’s a genuinely good film, just not a great one. It’s fun, it’s goofy, it’s cheesy, it’s gory, and even if it is a little dumb it has lot of good lore and absurd amounts of backstory for every character. This will be a weird comparison, but I feel like the comic book movie I’d say it most reminds me of is Suicide Squad, mainly because both films are dumb plots filled with interesting characters and lore, but where Suicide Squad is an entertaining hot mess, Hellboy is more akin to a very gory cheesy 80s/90s fantasy film.

I’d recommend this movie. It’s the sort of film you want to watch if you don’t want to think to hard and just want to have some gory fun. I think more open minded Hellboy fans will like it, and anyone who just likes big dumb action movies or cheesy dark fantasy films will get a kick out of this. It’s really not a completely bad movie by any means, but it certainly is a bit more bloated and less polished than it could have been, kind of like a Pirates of the Caribbean sequel.

I’m no oracle or anything, but I kind of see this film eventually developing a cult following, a sentiment Milla Jovovovich shares. It certainly has the makings of one – bad box office, critical revilement, rejection by audiences at first, lots of cheese, good ideas buried under the lack of polish, great ideas sticking out in the mix – but only time will tell. Frankly I don’t think it’s any worse than the other Hellboy films, and is an enjoyable take on the character in its own right. I hope it manages to finds its audience eventually, and while I don’t think it will ever be as big or beloved as fellow critically reviled campy superhero film Venom, I think it deserves at least a fraction of the respect that movie got.

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thesecondcircleofkel · 6 years

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SFW Alphabet, Kenpachi A-Z

Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. Alphabet requests are still open, but remember, I don't accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together.

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

He’s more affectionate than people would think. He’s not shy about showing you affection in public, either, although the affection he shows you there will end up being a bit steamy. Hugs are reserved for when the two of you are somewhere private, but he’ll kiss you in public all day to show people that you’re his. He’s also really affectionate at night when you two are in bed together, but that’s something that will be covered in the next section.

B: Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

I’ve noted this a few times, but Kenpachi loves it when you beat the hell out of somebody in a fight, and it really does take his breath away every time. Watching you spar with the members of his division has a similar effect, but for maximum breathlessness, ask him to spar with you. He will be absolutely shook.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

He likes to cuddle you at night when the two of you are in bed. He doesn’t care how you do it, either. Want to spoon with him? Cool. Want to lie on top of him as he holds you? Even better. He prefers the latter type of cuddling, and he will always be the big spoon whenever you cuddle like that.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

He wants to have kids with you. He loves seeing you interact with Yachiru, and he always imagines what it would be like to have more kids running around. He is more than happy to adopt if you don’t want to/can’t have kids, but you’ll have to keep an eye on him, because he will keep bringing more and more kids home until you’re practically running a village of them.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

He actually puts in a lot of effort when it comes to your relationship, he just does it in his own way. Most of his effort goes into protecting you and making sure that you can protect yourself when he’s not around, and that’s not something that he does for just anybody. It’s really indicative of his love for you, so while he may not put a lot of work into taking you out on romantic dates and whatnot, rest assured that effort is still being put in on his part.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

If there is something physically there scaring you, he’ll go into raging bear mode and destroy it. If it’s something that he can’t slice into pieces, he’ll definitely hold you and keep you around with him all day until your fear subsides. He doesn’t even care if it’s a silly fear, if it scares you, it scares you, and he takes that very seriously. He doesn’t want you to be afraid of anything, especially not when he’s around, so he’ll do everything in his power to help you overcome whatever fears you have.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

The heart of his most recently slain foe He doesn’t really care if you give him any gifts, and unless you mention something about wanting gifts from him, he won’t think to get you any, either. Gift giving is just not his love language, but if you want gifts, he’ll make an effort to please you.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

He doesn’t actually hug you in public, but he carries you around a lot. In private, he hugs you all the time; he likes the feeling of having you in his arms, and that translates into his sleep, too, so I hope you’re prepared to be cuddled at night, because it’s going to happen.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

It’s not that Kenpachi is bad with intimacy, it’s just his definition of intimacy may be a bit…different. His idea of intimacy is going out onto the battlefield together and slaying your enemies or sparing together. It’s not exactly a candlelit dinner, but if you know Kenpachi well enough, then you’ll know that’s him trying to be romantic. The most intimate thing he does (in the normal definition of intimacy) is hold you at night. He won’t let you out of his arms until the morning, and whenever he moves, he drags you along with him. You’ll feel like an oversized teddy bear at times, but he just wants to be near you while he sleeps. It’s mostly a protective thing.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Don’t try to make him jealous. He’s very attached to you, and the thought of someone trying to take you from him will lead to…well, death. Only a fool would try to approach you with the intent of moving in on you; it’s no secret who you’re with, so they’ve really got a death wish if they think it’s a good idea to mess with you.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

I hope you’re ready for hot, deep kisses, because that’s how Kenpachi likes to dish them out. He loves to kiss you, and he doesn’t care where he does it. He will kiss anytime, anywhere, no matter who is watching. Sometimes he’ll kiss you in front of a crowd just so everyone knows who you belong to (and vice versa).

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

Kenpachi pretty much loves you from the beginning, he just doesn’t realize that it is love that he feels towards you. It’ll eventually hit him one day, when you get injured and he’s afraid of losing you or you do something to really impress him; all it takes is an event that makes him realize that he doesn’t want to live in a world without you, then he realizes that what he was feeling was love. He really only says it once, after he made that discovery, but that’s just because he prefers to show it. His protectiveness is how his love mainly shines through.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

I don’t think Kenpachi really cares too much about marriage-he’s happy so long as he gets to be with you every day. That being said, if marriage is something that you want, he’ll happily go through with it to make you happy (he’s not against it, it’s just not necessary in his mind). He won’t care about the type of ceremony, either. He’ll think that something with a lot of people is tedious, but so long as you handle all of the details, he’ll go along with it.

N: Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Kenpachi has a unique idea of what a date is. In his mind, a date is bringing you out so you can watch him fight. In a way, it’s sweet because he’ll be fighting for you, mostly just to impress you but he does want to make sure that you’re aware of how capable he is in battle; he wants you to know that he will always be able to protect you. If you want something beyond that, though, you’ll have tell him. He’ll try to do whatever it is you want, but just keep in mind that most romantic things will not be Kenpachi’s forte.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

He won’t be ‘sweet’ with you in public. That behavior is reserved for when the two of you are in private, but he will carry you around in public, saying that it’s for his convenience since you’re so slow compared to him. He’s also willing to kiss you in public, but those kisses will be very racy, and he only does it as a way of marking his territory so people know you’re his.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

He can actually be quite playful with you, but it’ll be in his own unique Kenpachi way. Be prepared to be swept off your feet and carried away at the most inopportune times, and for random swats to your ass that will have you nearly jumping right out of your skin.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

When it comes to things outside of battle, Kenpachi will always consult you. Formalities just lie out of his zone of knowledge, not because of a lack of intelligence on his part, but because he just doesn’t care enough to learn about them. He’ll consult you about things regarding battle, as well, but it will only be after the fact, when he’s asking you if you noticed anything that he could have done better.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Really, really spontaneous. Kenpachi doesn’t plan for anything, although he is willing to accommodate any plans that you make. You’ll just have to remind him of what you want to do several times and you’ll have to tell him to get ready on the day of, but he’ll work with you so long as you do that. Beyond the plans that you might make, though, everything with Kenpachi will be on the fly.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

You’ll pretty much always be sleeping right on top of him. He likes being able to feel you against him as drifts off to sleep, and if you move away from him at some point, he’ll wake up immediately to drag you back over to him.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

He trusts you with his heart, so that’s saying a lot. He shows you a side of himself that most people don’t even think exists, and if that doesn’t scream trust, I don’t know what does. He also trusts you to be around him when he’s injured and at his most vulnerable, and for him, that means that he trusts you the most out of everyone he knows.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

Beyond the fact that he shows you the actual human side of himself (which I suppose makes you unique instead of him), his protectiveness also makes him pretty unique as a lover. There aren’t too many things that Kenpachi is willing to put his life on the line to protect; he’s always been in it for the fight, but when it comes to you, he couldn’t care how good of a fight he has, his priority is making sure that you’re safe.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

He’ll show vulnerability around his s/o pretty quickly, but that is mostly out of necessity. Kenny is most vulnerable when he’s injured and his wounds need to be taken care of, and he knows that. That’s one big reason why he doesn’t like to go to the Fourth Division for treatment: he doesn’t know the people there, and he doesn’t trust them. If you can tend to his wounds, guess what? You’ll be his personal doctor from now on, and while that can be tedious, it’s also flattering and endearing to know he trusts you that much. If wounds aren’t you’re forte, then just go with him to the Fourth Division, because he’ll feel a lot better if you’re there with him.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Domestic activities…are not his strong suit. Cleaning, cooking, and anything else of that like just isn’t at the forefront of his mind. He’s not naturally messy by nature, so he’s got that going for him, but some messes are unavoidable, and you’ll have a hard time getting him to clean those up, mainly because he doesn’t see what the big deal is and he forgets about them pretty easily. Don’t let him do the dishes, either; everything will end up broken and he’ll just look at you like you should’ve known better (and you should have).

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

After taking care of whatever or whoever it was that hurt you, he’ll make sure that you make it to the Fourth Division (this is one of the few times that he doesn’t get completely lost, too, so you know he takes your physical well-being seriously). At the Fourth Division, he will glare at any and every medic that comes to take care of you. It’s quite frightening for them, but he wants to make sure that they know who they’ll have to deal with if something happens to you.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Good luck trying to annoy or gross him out. As for his habits that might bother you, reread the above section.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Behind closed doors (and sometimes on the streets, if he feels the need to kiss you to show people that you’re his), he’s very passionate. He’s as passionate for you as he is for battle, and he’d like it if you reciprocated that passion.

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professionally-unprofessional · 6 years

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can you write a scenario where katsuki's s/o got his hero costume by mistake so she has to wear it for the entire internship? thank you!!!! btw i love your writing so much, keep it up ^.^

It’s here. Finally. I’m sorry it took so long. I started when I was on holiday and then things got a bit manic. Sorry anon. Also thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoy my writing - I started with the hope of making people smile with some good content :)

I really hope you enjoy this anon! I aim to do my best for each and every request. Oh, and thanks for requesting! This one was super fun :)

You grinned cheekily as your beloved boyfriend refused to wish you goodbye at the station while the class was splitting up and heading off their separate ways to get to their internships. He was too stubborn and possibly too shy to do anything cute like that.

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. In fact, it gave you plenty of chances to tease him and wind him up. What could possibly be better? “Aww, don’t you care enough about your precious girlfriend to even give her a nice send-off?” You teased with a sly smirk. “Ooh, I wonder if there’ll be anyone cute at the hero office interning too!”

With a growl, he grabbed you and roughly pecked the crown of your head without warning. It was over before you’d even realised what was happening. You smirked, content with what you’d manage to wrangle out of him. He knew you were just teasing but that didn’t stop him. You’d both placed the hero costume cases down by your sides while you teased him and he pretended like he hated it. How could he hate it though? It was you and you were just annoyingly adorable sometimes.

You were about to pinch his cheek and ask if that was a blush that you could see, but your little plan was cut short when there was a final call for your train to the internship. It was the last time you were going to see him for a week so it was only natural that you’d wanted to have a little moment with him before you departed. Although there was a chance you could chat in the evenings, odds were you were going to just want to go to your room and sleep at night.

So quickly ruffling Bakugou’s hair in the irritating way that you liked, you gave him a final grin before grabbing your hero outfit and running off to catch your train. Aizawa would hang you with his scarf if you ended up being late… not to mention that the last thing you needed was to make a bad first impression.

The train ride was around two hours so you had some time to kill. Music through earphones sounded like a good idea. So you watched the world passing and thought warmly of your bomber. Best Jeanist, huh? You couldn’t wait to hear how that was going to go. You knew he was going purely because Best Jeanist had the highest hero rank of all the offices that had given him offers.

However, you had your own little suspicions about how it was going to pan out. After all, you might not have been Deku, but you did enjoy keeping up with the hero world and from time to time you caught bits and pieces to do with the various top heroes. If Bakugou made it through the week successfully, you’d be surprised. Best Jeanist was very calm and professional. Not to mention you’d seen his sidekicks in the background of some images of his hero office in a review. If Bakugou came back looking like one of them… well at least you’d get a good laugh out of it.

You, on the other hand, were going out to the coast to help out since your quirk always functioned better around water. You were going to have great fun! In fact, since the agency was so far away from home, they were even letting you stay in a nice hotel near to the hero office. You’d enjoy it - a week’s break away from the city. How wonderful!

The journey there was uneventful. The train was quiet which was lovely - no screaming, crying children was a blessing. You managed to kill the few hours with music and whatnot. Tracking down their hero office was easy and soon you were shaking hands with your mentor for the week with a determined fire in your gaze. You were going to succeed and you were going to excel. The whole point of this was to better learn of ways to apply your quirk.

As you’d expect, one of the first exercises was to go out on patrol. It seemed that your mentor not only was interested in further training your quirk but also in making sure that you fully understood and comprehended every step and part of being a proper hero. So with a grin, you headed off to quickly change into your hero outfit. You couldn’t wait to have a chance to wear it! You could remember the pretty custom made dresses some fancy women and celebrities had. None of that could compare to a custom-made hero outfit by the support company and the support classes.

However, you weren’t met with your signature colours. Instead of your familiar hero costume in the box, there was a very different but equally familiar costume. Black and orange stared back along with the two huge gauntlets. Oh boy. It clicked. This was your own doing. The train station. You stupidly hadn’t checked which box was your own. Looked like you were going to be wearing your boyfriend’s clothing for the week. Under any other circumstance, you’d have been glad to sneakily nick some of Bakugou’s clothes and tease him endlessly about it.

Unfortunately, the circumstance where you actually needed your own hero outfit wasn’t preferable.

You were certain that Bakugou was going to throttle you for not checking the numbers on the outfit cases once you returned. At least you had a week of being away to deal with it and let him cool off.

You wondered if you should tell your mentor. Then again, chances were they’d guess that it wasn’t yours as soon as they saw. They did have a good understanding of your quirk so it should’ve been obvious.

Deciding not to chance it, you showed the outfit to your mentor and explained that there’d been a mishap. You conveniently forgot to leave out that the mixup was mainly your fault for rushing and not checking. Aizawa would have your head if he found out. Despite your thoughts, your mentor merely smiled and waved it off. Mishaps happened, but you couldn’t exactly wear your civilian clothes when out doing hero work so it looked like you’d have to try your boyfriend’s clothes on.

Fine by you.

It was a tad big, but fit well and didn’t hinder your movement. So you looked in the mirror and smirked to yourself, suddenly finding yourself in a silly mood. Your smirk faded and you mimicked your boyfriend’s signature angry scowl and glare in the mirror. Oh no. You couldn’t take it and burst out laughing. It was pretty funny. You’d forgotten how much you missed his angry scowl or small pout already. That idiot. You’d definitely have to send him an image later and try and get him flustered.

You put the gauntlets on while you quickly messed about but took them off after and put them carefully back into the case. You’d whisper-screamed ‘die’ at the mirror once or twice between little bouts of laughter. They were too heavy and you preferred to use your quirk for mobility where possible. Those clunky things would just slow you down and weren’t of any use with your quirk so you gave them a miss.

It seemed that your mentor had been patient and given you a time allowance seeing as this wasn’t your costume and you’d need to be careful with it. Little did they know that you’d questioned your significant other about it previously and in great depth just to irritate him. You didn’t need to carefully go through the instruction manual when you already knew how it functioned.

The whole point of that little interrogation was so you could tease him and tell him that his outfit was doing all the work for him.

The patrol was fine. It was almost too peaceful for your liking. At the end of the day, you were raring to fight bad guys or do something constructive. You went over all the usual things that a patrol did and meant. It was nice and your mentor greeted the citizens of the small seaside town with a smile and kind words. They reciprocated his kindness and you even got an offer for free ice-creams from an elderly man in a shop window.

The town was pretty and you noted that you’d have to drag Bakugou down here sometime. Then again, he’d probably shatter the peaceful vibe with his yelling and turn a relaxing day into something else. Well, you’d see. Maybe you’d bring Shinsou and get him to brainwash Bakugou into being quiet for a day. Now wouldn’t that be funny?

As you wandered down the boardwalk on the way back to the office, you stared out at the ocean and felt a familiar warm tug. It was your quirk, calling out for the water. Soon. Maybe you’d get to do something wild pretty soon. Your quirk was hydro-kinesis and you loved it. There were so many things you could do with it, but one of your favourites was looking up comics and books with similar ideas and trying out the concepts that they offered.

As you returned, you changed out of the outfit and sighed. Nothing exciting today. Oh well, at least the hotel you were staying in was pretty luxurious. You had a plush room and a beautiful view of the small sandy bay and the rocky edges of the town. As you flopped onto the large bed, you thought about your day. Your mentor was actually a relative of the hero Backdraft whom you remembered was part of the team of heroes that stepped in during the Sludge Villain’s attack.

Geez, you were seriously turning into Midoriya. Bakugou was going to pop a vein if he ever caught wind of the full extent of your hero-nerdiness. He knew that you had a slightly larger than usual interest in the hero society and brushed it off as something to do with the fact that, like him, you were a trainee hero. Oh well. A topic for another time.

Ah, Bakugou. You retrieved your phone from the backpack that you’d thrown it in when you’d changed for hero work. You chuckled seeing the rage message come up, telling you to explain yourself and that this had better not have been another one of your deliberate pranks.

You called and wondered if he’d still be awake by now. Either asleep or training you assumed. He picked up on the third ring.

“Aww, did you miss me that much that you wanted to make up an angry excuse to hear my voice?” You purred, switching into your teasing mode. All you could hope was that he’d cooled off about the costumes.

There was a small choked cough and you knew you’d hit the nail on the head. How adorable.

“No! What the hell?! You stole my hero outfit and then pissed off to the coast! I hope you’ve got a damn good excuse for it!”

“Oh, I have the best excuse.” You grinned and received a disbelieving grunt. You paused for dramatic effect and readed your most dead-ass flat tone. “I didn’t look at the numbers and picked up the wrong case.”

There was a moment of silence and you weren’t sure what he was thinking. You got the feeling that he’d be sighing and shaking his head if you could see him. Perhaps you’d stunned him into silence. “You’re a real fucking idiot sometimes, you know that.”

Despite his words, they weren’t harsh and his tone was more amused that scathing. Phew. Time to make him eat them then. “Yeah, so I am, but I’m your ‘fucking idiot’ aren’t I?”

There was a grumbled ‘yeah and don’t forget it’ before the penny dropped at the other half of that joke and the incoherent screaming that came through the speaker moments later was precious.

You’d never get tired of teasing him.

After a couple more moments of him huffing for you to get your mind out of the gutter, he was about ready to change the subject. Oh no, he wasn’t getting out of it that easily. You’d missed him a little already and you’d be damned if you didn’t properly tease him.

“Hey, Katsu, I’ve got a serious question.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“… How red is your face right now?”

The cursing caused you to bury your face into the pillow to stop your giggling from sounding too loud. Someone might be asleep in the room next to you. Deciding to give your angry blond companion a break, you changed the subject to his internship and received a rundown on how Best Jeanist was less than impressed about the costume mix up and that Aizawa had given him a verbal lashing over the phone when he’d asked for them to send a UA sports uniform down for him.

From what you could tell, he’d hardly been able to handle the embarrassment. Oops.

“But did you try my outfit on to see if it fit?”

“No way! Why the hell would I even try?”

“Aww~ I was just wondering if you looked as good in my costume as I look in yours.” That shut him up for a while and you could tell he wasn’t exactly sure how to come back to you.

“Of course it looks good - my outfit’s the best there is!” There was the prideful Bakugou you knew and loved. He’d have probably gloated that he’d designed it if you hadn’t already had that conversation and aggressively defended the support course and the wonderful jobs they did with adjustments and the support companies themselves for their work. He was fine to take pride in his hero work, but let the costume creators have credit where it was due. Yes, the idea had come from him, but the companies always made adjustments.

The two of you spoke mindlessly for a little longer and you laughed at Bakugou’s tale of Best Jeanist trying to get his hair to stay down. Good luck to him. Eventually, the two of you ended the call with you teasing the blond about how he still struggled with saying sappy things. However, you knew he was well aware that it was teasing and not a hint for him to change his ways if he didn’t want to. You weren’t going to be that pushy and you’d tell him flat out if he was doing something that was getting on your nerves.

So with a grin on your face, you finished getting ready for a nice rest and fell asleep with the thought of the angry teen in your mind.

What you hadn’t expected in this internship, was to be thrown into a serious situation on your second day. As soon as you’d gotten to the office, you’d noticed that everything seemed much more manic than usual. Within two minutes you’d been told to get your temporary hero outfit on and that you were going out.

You were to be briefed along the way. So you put on Katsuki’s outfit and followed a small team of sidekicks and your pro mentor out to a boat on the bay. Apparently, they’d noticed a small boat out coming towards this area. The scout had investigated and found that the ship was filled with migrant refugees trying to get away from their home which was encased in a civil war.

You weren’t surprised. It was a global problem whenever countries fell into disarray. However, the boat was too packed and the police wanted their unit to go and escort the refugees safely to the shore. Whatever happened to them after was a case for the police. Not you.

They were going to send another pro, but you’d heard that they’d been caught up with something to do with drug smuggling so here you were now, on a boat racing towards the site where the refugee boat was supposed to be. However, you couldn’t see anything from the boat when you noticed that their vessel should be within visual range.

You turned to your mentor who was also looking out and trying to spy the boat. “Can I go and try and scan for it?” They gave you a curt nod to confirm and you weren’t surprised when you were handed and earpiece and told not to engage until the rest of the team got there.

With that, you threw yourself off the boat, but before you hit the water, you summoned a large blob of it up, shaped it into wings and attached them to your back. Who said cartoons didn’t have interesting characters? Around 50% of your bodily fluids was body water so it wasn’t as though there was nothing to attach the wings to.

Taking off, you soared past the boat and used the updrafts from the waves to conserve energy. If seagulls could do it then so could you. Speeding towards the coordinates, you noticed that there was indeed something there. Little dots of darkness on the sea which was lit by the morning sun. Those dots didn’t refract the light as the water did and you could tell it was solid matter. Oh no…

You switched on the earpiece and reported what you saw. “I think the refugees are in the water. I can’t see any sign of the boat.”

Keep calm. That’s what you needed to do. You needed to keep a cool head and think and follow the instructions you were given. It was going to be at least another two minutes until you were even in range enough to use your quirk. Even then, it’d be at least another few minutes after that until you’d be able to see everything clearly enough to offer your mentor a full situation report.

This wasn’t good. You were out pretty far from the shore too. If you were working with shallower water you might have been able to move the water aside enough to lower everyone to the sea bed but out this far… You weren’t sure if your quirk was powerful enough to do that.

You kept up your pace as you flew towards the little specs in the distance and sure enough, they were the heads of the refugees. You needed to determine if they were doing alright or if any of them were halfway to drowning. If so, you might need to save a life without instruction, or with quirk communication at most.

As you approached, you realised that most of them didn’t have life vests. Seriously? This was why this was scorned upon. So many people got into trouble because of things like this. Lives were nothing and those in charge of it didn’t care about their safety, only the money they received for the service.

You quickly slowed in the centre of the vague area where the bobbing heads were and dropped down, standing atop the water with your quirk. “Don’t worry. Heroes are on their way to help you all. Please stay calm!” With that, you generated a soft current to bring those furthest away from you in closer. The others would be able to get them out and onto the boat faster if they were all slightly closer. Save getting them to swim over to the boat.

A slight frown threatened to dampen your smile as you realised that they all looked exhausted. They wouldn’t be able to stay afloat for too much longer. You looked back over to the boat and kept smiling. They weren’t going to get here fast enough. There was a muffled gurgle and you realised a child had gone under. You dove under and gently pulled them up to the surface.

Then, you took off and met the boat halfway and gently placed the child into the arms of a sidekick. “They’re all exhausted.” You murmured and the others exchanged glances.

“Keep that up. Bring some of them back to the boat ahead of time.” You gave your mentor nod as you took off, spraying up water behind you. Before you got very far you dipped a hand into the water and generated a current to push the boat forward even faster. Without any further ado, you put your energy back into working your water wings and getting back there. Picking up the pace, you could feel the wind whipping through your hair. It felt wonderful. As you approached, you threw yourself at the water and helped another two young children. One was older and you offered her your hand. You couldn’t carry them both but you could hold onto her.

You sped off again and this time the boat was much closer. The adults were doing okay. You spoke quiet encouragement to the two as you approached. Only then did you notice that one of the members on the rescue boat wasn’t a sidekick. It was a member of the press! You gave them a confident smile and the girl holding your hand smiled brightly too as a camera flashed. Then you handed your guests over to the boat and sped back. It was a tad back and fourth but you couldn’t do much else.

Now the boat was this close, it wasn’t worth another fly by so you floated down to the water and put everything you had into manipulating the current and pushing the boat forward. You had to get to them! Faster! With one final push to keep it going until the boat reached them, you sink onto the deck and huffed a little.

However, you couldn’t rest yet. Not until you had saved them all. So with a confident smile, you got back to your feet and looked ahead to the approaching figures before flinging yourself back into the water at your mentor’s command.

As the rescue boat pulled back into the harbour you let out a sigh of relief. As the police and medics took over, your mentor approached you and gave your shoulder a small pat. “You did well, but you should go and rest. We can handle the rest. Go back and be proud that you helped save lives.”

With a small thanks, you began to slip away but not before the little girl of about twelves whom you’d flown back to the boat had run over to you and thrown herself at you in a bear hug. How she’d slipped past the medics, you didn’t know. However, you smiled and gently rubbed her head.

“Go on and get warmed up. You’re probably freezing. They’ll take care of you for now.” You weren’t sure which language she spoke or if she could even understand you, but she gave you a great big grin and ran off to the others. On the way back, you stopped by the hero office and changed out of Bakugou’s hero costume and picked up the backpack which you brought with you each time. With no further delays, you retreated to your hotel room, cleaned up and sank into bed. You briefly wondered if you should talk to Bakugou but sleep went and enveloped you before you could think twice about it.

You woke up to your buzzing alarm on your phone and you deftly switched it off. No need for that annoyance. There was a message from your mentor, telling you that he was giving you the morning off after yesterday since he could tell that you slightly overdid it with your quirk, but that it was fine since it wasn’t like you were in a position where you couldn’t work.

What a softie.

You smiled and debated flopping back into bed for a few more hours. There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that. Then again, you might as well enjoy the town since you wouldn’t have a chance to unless it was now. You hadn’t exactly come here for sightseeing.

You were just finishing up getting ready to leave your room and go and hunt down some breakfast when the phone went off. It was a rather specific ringtone which told you exactly who it was. You looked at the clock and realised that this would be the narrow window where he was up but not off at his internship.

“Sorry, (Name)’s busy being an awesome hero right now, please call back later.”

“It’s not convincing if I can hear you giggling while you do it, moron.” He groaned at your stupidity and you shrugged it off, saying at least you had a sense of humour first thing in the morning and that you weren’t a grumpy sod like he was to which he obviously argued that he wasn’t.

However, he was too quiet. He had an agenda for this call - you just knew it.

“Was there something you needed, Katsu?”

“Yeah, what’re you doing on the news and why did it have to be while you’re in my hero outfit?!” He roared and you burst out laughing and switched the TV in your room on. After flicking through a couple of stations, you found that picture of you and the two kids beside a reporter who was explaining the story.

“Aww, are you jealous that I look better in it than you do?” You grinned and you could tell he was about a hair’s breadth away from snapping entirely so you calmed down your teasing and smiled lightly. “It’s fine. I’m sure people will eventually get the idea that it’s your outfit… after they stop wondering why you’re a hero who keeps cosplaying as me.”

There was some incoherent cursing to which you just smiled until it calmed down and then after a moment, there was a soft. “You’re alright though, aren’t you?”

It gave you pause. Aw, had he been worried after he’d seen it? Was that the real reason why he’d called.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I overused my quirk a little but I’m no Deku. I’m perfectly fine. I’ve got the morning off though. Sucks to be you having Best Jeanist this morning while I’m out sunbathing.” You laughed at his groan and small complaint about his mentor.

“You’d better go or you’re gonna be late for it.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you when you get back. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Aww, is that you trying to say that you hope I’m safe?”

“No! Go drown for all I care!”

You let out a soft hum as though thinking it over. “But then you’d probably drown diving in after me, right? Cuz you know you love me!”

He let out a sigh. “… Yeah fine.” There was a pause and you could tell he was trying to figure out how to say something.

“And you looked damn good in my hero costume.” And then the line clicked dead.

And you were just left there grinning like a damn idiot… wondering how to wind him up even more about it.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #my hero academia #my hero academa x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #oneshot

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codingcabin · 6 years

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hi! i've been considering joining coding cabin for awhile, but i've never been on discord. i have a tendency to be more of a lurker in these types of group settings lol i guess i'm just kind of wondering what the dymanic is like? i'm afraid i won't be very active or have much to say?

Hey there! Thanks for messaging us!

Our server has peaks. This means that there will be times when a lot of people are active and talking, and times when barely anyone says anything and is just there.

The dynamic in Coding Cabin’s server is quite good, though. We’re a group of very friendly people and we try to welcome every member the same way. We don’t differentiate between long-term members and new members; if you’re in Coding Cabin, you’re one of us even if you’re there for only ten minutes!

There are very different ages as well, so there’s big respect when it comes to how active you are. For example, if you have a family to take care of or if you simply need some time away, we totally understand and we won’t be angry or judge you for it. Even if you aren’t in any of these situations and simply don’t feel like talking, that’s alright too!

Here’s a summary of the server:

Great organisation. There are quite a few categories and a lot of channels, each of them with its own purpose, so that it doesn’t get too confusing when chatting.

Great management team. Our management team, especially the admins, are very active and keep the server clean and running smoothly. Our mods aren’t as active but they play an important role there as well!

Friendly atmosphere. Our discussions are very pacific and constructive. We talk about interesting topics when we’re not just being silly and messing around!

Chance of being part of the mgmt team. We currently have two interns in the server! Any member there can apply to become part of the management team! We want to integrate people as much as possible.

Exposure. Our members’ work, regardless of being code or not, is always reblogged to Coding Cabin’s blog and there’s a big chance that our members will reblog it as well. Usually that’s what happens.

Opportunity to make new friends. This is quite cliché but it’s still true. Our server’s main goal is to bring theme-makers together and we’re happy to say that some people there have become very good friends!

Meet some of your favourite theme-makers. Coding Cabin has reached some of the most popular theme-makers on Tumblr and who knows you’ll be meeting some of your favourites!

I might be missing something there. Apart from all the seriousness of constructive conversations and help when it comes to actual coding and whatnot, we’re also a bunch of sillies, which might even come as a surprise if you had a different first impression of someone there!

I hope this helped! Go ahead and join Coding Cabin! We’d love to have you!

In the meantime, check out some of our best out-of-context messages, which are proudly pinned to our main chat:

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majostuck · 2 years

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Majostuck story idea (Timeline A, Part 1)

This is an idea I came up with for the early part of the AU, when they first start playing Sburb. None of this is ""canon"" exactly, I haven't gotten any feedback from Plunder on it, and I don't wanna make too many restrictions! For now though I'll call this one Timeline A, in case I want to refer to it in the future!

Keep reading to see what i came up with ^_^

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a bunch of 'random' objects from the Homestuck universe are showing up in the Doremi universe. Aiko is the first to find one of these objects, and it's a phone/communication device with pesterchum or trollian on it, and she gets into contact with Dave. Specifically post-sburb Dave who's on earth-c just chillin. So Dave is like "yo who is this" and she's like "this is Aiko who's this'' and first off that's weird cuz everyone knows who Dave is but whatever, so they start talking and Aiko reveals she has no idea what sburb is or what a troll is. So Dave is skeptical as to whether she's serious or not, like maybe she's just messing with him. But they keep talkin and later on she's like "yo my friend [Doremi] got this weird game in the mail" and sends a picture and it's actual sburb and Dave is like "oh shit what" and ends up explaining sburb to her. She's like "wait it destroys the actual world like the one we live in??'' and Dave's like "yea you might wanna avoid it"

So a sburb server disc shows up at the maho-dou. Hana-chan gets ahold of the game and because she is silly goofy she opens it up and starts playing it (as the server player) and Aiko is like WHAT NO and tries explaining it to the rest of the ojamajos. Doremi is at home so aiko calls her and tells her the deal and about the meteors and doremi is like "OH SHIT I GOTTA GO OPEN UP THE GAME (she's under the impression that the timer for the meteors has already started)" and hangs up before Aiko explains that she still has time. So Doremi runs up to her dad's computer, boots up the game, and starts playing as the client player.

Shenanigans ensue, eventually Dave gets the news and brings it up with his friends. They're like "well we have nothing better to do, might as well go and help them out" so since they can communicate with the ojamajos at any point in time, they take a minute to watch over them and get to know them better. They sorta skim through it, and manage to not see too much of the witchy stuff goin on. They do see some weird stuff but don't dwell on it since they got work to do. They look into the future a lil and figure out their classpects and all that, then use that + their personalities to decide who focuses on who. Like Rose and Kanaya watch over Onpu, Roxy and Callie watch over Momoko, etc etc...

somewhere in the process, all the Ojamajos get pesterchum and are able to communicate, and everyone gets a plan laid out. So they've all gotta enter the medium at the same time, since they live in the same area and the meteor's gonna hit them all at the same time. So Doremi gets everything sorted out, up to the point where she does the thing with the Cruxtruder. Aiko tells her NOT to open it yet since that would start the timer. Then Hadzuki gets a server disk and sets up everything for Hana, keep goin until we get to doremi being the server player for aiko. Aiko enters last cuz she has the most info on the game and is helping everyone out. Then they do sburb shit! to be continued and whatnot

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and thats the idea! my main problem is that alot of funny ideas we came up with wouldnt exactly fit well within this canon. the ojamajos and the homestuck characters have a significant age difference, which makes any shipping between them a bit weird. also, they wouldnt have much access to dream bubbles, so many character interactions would be impossible. the main thing thats prone to change is the timeframe that the homestuck characters are interacting in. my original idea was having them meet up on the meteor, but that means we'd have to wait a while for the alpha kids & callie to show up. i may have to make an alternate homestuck timeline to get everything how i want it lol

another problem is that i accidentally made aiko and dave the main characters. i honest to god did not mean to do that, but they are my fav characters, (and my fav majostuck friendship,) so thats just how i subconsciously wrote it. while them being the main characters would be fun, its not how i intend for majostuck to be! i want to put equal focus on all the characters so everyone will have something to enjoy. next time ill see if plunder has any early story ideas we can use :3

#majostuck #majostuck lore

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amuletrebel · 6 years

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Misadventures of Adrien Agreste (Frightningale)

I decided to post it in case some followers just like reading on Tumblr

“This is a disaster!” Adrien cried out as he looked himself in the mirror. Don’t get him wrong. Clara Nightingale was a great artist and he enjoyed her music from time to time. Being in one of her music videos was a high honor. But this was far from okay. “It’s actually really well done,” Plagg chipped in, offering no consolation whatsoever. He flew around his Chosen a couple times, nodding. “I mean, look at this craftsmanship. They really got the fabric and seams down, I tell you. Although, I could do without the bell. I always thought that looked kinda stupid.” “No, Plagg!” the blonde argued in frustration. “If I put on this mask, they’ll all figure out I’m the real Chat Noir!” “Psh! No way! People are blind!” How his kwami could say that with such confidence, Adrien would never be sure. “Whatever,” he finalized, slipping the black mask under some towels. “The fact remains that I can’t wear it. Now all I need to do is act as lame as possible. Then they’ll have no choice but to replace me.” “You wanna be lame?” Plagg teased, snickering. “Then think of your Princess~ Can’t get lamer than that.” Adrien glared at his kwami, even though his face was beet red. Okay, he would never agree with Plagg vocally, but it was shamefully true. He was an absolute mess around Marinette, at school or just in general. He was definitely more confident as Chat Noir, but it was the magical mask that made him feel just a little more secure, not some cheap cloth one that could be removed at any time. As Chat Noir, he could be suave, funny, romantic, and much more confident. But as Adrien…he could be such a dork. He would stumble over his own two feet whenever Marinette just glanced in his general direction. It made people sort of question how he was a model. He would babble and blush, but others chalked that up to lack of socialization. Maybe Plagg was onto something. If he acted as opposite to Chat Noir as possible, kept his hair neat and groomed, and under no circumstances put on that mask, he might just make it out of this with secret identity intact. When the model stepped out of the trailer, he gaped at everything. He expected a large amount of people to show up since Clara was a famous celebrity, but the number of people in the lines was almost unbelievable! He scanned the area, from the huge stage to the multitude of lights. Clara wasn’t the type to mess around. Suddenly, a flash of a blue pigtail caught his eye. His green eyes frantically searched the crowds. He saw a few wigs, but then he spotted it. Well, her. Marinette stood in line among her friends, her bluebell eyes glittering as she admired Clara Nightingale from afar. So she was a big fan, huh? Suddenly, her eyes drifted to where he was making his way to the stage and he froze. The blunette smiled softly and waved. He stiffly waved back, returning her sweet smile with a nervous one. “Wow,” he heard Marinette say, “Adrien makes a convincing Chat Noir.” The blonde swallowed the lump in his throat. Unfortunately, in his flustered state, he didn’t notice his belt tail had curled around his ankle. With the next step, he stepped on the end of it, which tugged his whole body to the floor with a thud. “I’m okay!” he shouted. He hurriedly stood up and dusted himself off. Everyone laughed at his silly misfortune. But Marinette, being the sweet angel she was, gave him a sympathetic smile and mouthed, “Are you okay?” to him. He shyly nodded to her then power-walked over to Clara.

“Quite dashing I must say,” the popstar praised, “like this was the role you were born to play!” “I must agree,” his father spoke. Well, it wasn’t his father in person. It wasn’t snowing in the Sahara just yet. Adrien nervously stood there as his father assessed him through the tablet. “But where’s the mask?” “O-Oh! Um…” Think fast, doofus! “Well, I, uh, couldn’t find it anywhere!”

“I’ll get on that!” a stage hand announced and rushed to the trailers. Please miraculously find it under 5 feet of concrete and render it unusable. “That’s okay!” Clara cheerily butted in. “A mask isn’t required for rehearsals anyway! But now we need to start! There’s still auditions for Ladybug’s part!” That’s right! Chat Noir needed a Ladybug. They were a team, after all. Adrien unconsciously glanced at Marinette, and that’s all it took for his lovesick mind to take over. He imagined Marinette in that red and black-spotted jumpsuit, smiling up at him and holding out her hand. He took it in his own, still in his Chat Noir costume, and laid a kiss on her hand. She blushed and he pulled her close, leaning in.

“–drien. Adrien!” Clara’s voice broke his fantasy bubble. “Are you okay? You seem a little out of sorts. And you were staring really far away.”

“I’m fine!” the model responded with a smile. However, if he was in his real Chat Noir suit, everyone would’ve witnessed his belt tail curl devilishly as the gears in his head turned. It was obvious Marinette wasn’t in the line for Ladybug auditions. But what if the ones in the line were all just…terrible? What if there was no other option left? Well, guess they’d just have to find someone in the extras line to play the role. And Adrien would conveniently know just the girl with the kindness, bravery, and talent to pull off the Ladybug role flawlessly. Then, he and Marinette dance together, he pulls out a line about being soulmates, and it’s happily ever after from there.

For the most part, that plan turned out to be a greater possibility with each failing audition. A good portion of them were just undeniably awful. They either didn’t fit the hero aesthetic or were too young or old. Those that had a shot were met with a few…let’s call them “incidents.” Yo-yo strings would spontaneously snap. Girls would trip on air. He even convinced a few that they were so bad they made him fall on his butt. A couple hours passed and the audition line was completely barren.

“I can’t wrap my head around it,” the idol stated with confusion, “There has to be someone who will be a good fit.”

Perfect! Now was his chance! “Actually,” the blonde piped up, grabbing Clara’s attention, “I think I saw someone who’d make a good Ladybug.” He discreetly pointed to Marinette, who was chatting with Rose and Juleka. “That’s my friend. Her name’s Marinette. And she’s brave, talented, kind, creative, pure, pretty…” Oops. Did he go too far?

Clara giggled and laid her hand on his shoulder. “I can tell this girl has a special place in your heart. Is that why you wanted no one else to have Ladybug’s part?”

“Was I that obvious?” Adrien sheepishly asked, to which the singer nodded with a grin. “S-sorry about that. I just…” “I understand that you’re smitten,” Clara said with a wink. “I can see why you like her, little kitten.” Suddenly, Clara picked up a tray of snacks. “If giving her the role is really your quest, I say we put her to a little test.” She walked off the stage and to the extras line. Adrien watched in mild respect as Clara intentionally tripped herself, the tray flying through the air as she hit the ground. Marinette immediately rushed to her aid, helping her up. “Let me give you a hug,” the popstar announced, holding Marinette, “because you are Ladybug!” “W-w-what?!” Marinette stuttered in shock. “You did as Ladybug would, all the same! Your heart is truly pure. So what’s your name?” “M-Marinette.” Her stutter is still adorable… “Well, Marinette, I have a proposition for you to know. I would love for you to play Ladybug in my show!” “M-Me? I…um…” Adrien watched as Marinette looked to her friends, at him, then back to Clara. At that point, knowing Marinette’s caring nature, he already knew what she was going to say, and felt his fake ears droop slightly. “I’m sorry. I came here to be an extra with my friends. I’d like to stay with them if that’s okay.” Clara looked to Adrien, and he gave her an understanding nod. “That’s a pity; a real shame. But that is sweet thing to do. A noble gesture indeed. So Ladybug of you.” The singer then helped Marinette over to the trailers and instructed her to stay there with her friends. To be honest, Adrien was disappointed his plan wasn’t perfect at the end. But he’d still be close to Marinette. And her friends looked so happy, with their happy mood making Marinette smile in return. So that counted for something, right? Just as he was about to go over and fail miserably in an attempt to congratulate her, the doors burst open. When Adrien took in the sight, he couldn’t help but groan. Chloe was decked out in her full Ladybug costume, wig and all. Is this karma? Because I’d rather be kicked into the trash can again like back with Rogercop. Chloe haughtily made her way up to the stage like she already got the part. “Your Ladybug has arrived!” she declared. “So let’s get the camera rolling!” “Chloe,” the model scolded, “You need to at least audition.” And by that, I mean, please fail for the sake of my sanity. “Oh yeah. I’ve got that covered.” And off she flew. Adrien had to admit how impressed he was by her gymnastics skills. But gradually the prospects of her not getting the part were looking slimmer and slimmer. “Well, that settles that!” Chloe gloated as she looped her arms around Adrien’s neck, to which he cringed. “We’ll make the best Ladybug and Chat Noir in all of Paris, won’t we Adrichat? Haha! Get it?” “Yeah…” Adrien mumbled, turning stiff. Please save me! Anybody! “Hold on!” Marinette’s voice rang out. The blondes turned to see Marinette stomping on stage and Adrien couldn’t help but sing his praises. “I changed my mind! I will play Ladybug!” the blunette declared, causing Adrien to instantly perk up. Clara was even rejoicing at the news. However, Chloe didn’t take being downgraded to an extra so well. The uppity blonde stormed out while screaming obscenities about deserving the role and whatnot. But her rantings were drowned out by Adrien’s inner thoughts as Marinette was escorted to the dressing room to change. Okay, no pressure here. You’ll just be dancing side-by side with the love of your life. Close together. Very little distance. Sure it’s for a camera, but you’ve danced with her before. You just didn’t have to try and keep your secret identity secret that time. This time around, you will ask her out afterwards! You will! When Marinette came out of the dressing room in that red jumpsuit, his heart nearly stopped. It complimented her figure perfectly, accentuating all her best features. Her pigtails had red ribbons in them, her naturally inky blue hair making the costume that much more convincing. Adrien choked up as she stepped onto the stage and stood in front of him, smiling. It was just a little odd when Marinette panicked about being called Ladybug. Could it be she…? Nah! Marinette was way cooler! The two were leagues apart! Clara instructed them how to dance at specific sections in the music. They swayed and jumped, moving their bodies to the beat. Their arms and legs glided to the rhythm. But Clara looked at them as if something was off. “Your moves need to sync up as best as you can,” the singer stated, “So you’ll need to hold each other’s hand.” Adrien blushed and turned to Marinette, who was holding out her hand. He took her hand in his like they were shaking hands, remembering the part in his plan where he kissed it. But he chickened out and just gripped her delicate hand. Even with the jumpsuits, he could still feel the warmth of her palm in his. But Clara and everyone watching laughed at the display. “No, not like that.” She twirled her way over and rearranged their hands. “No need to be shy. Hold hands like lovers. Give it a try!”

Adrien gasped as their hands were positioned more intimately, especially after being called lovers. Did it suddenly get hot under the suit? He could feel the blush creeping up his neck, looking away shyly as he saw Alya take pictures. But that fact was overruled by the bigger fact that he was holding Marinette’s hand! For a moment, it almost looked like he was holding Ladybug’s hand. But the blonde quickly shook off those thoughts. It felt like he would be betraying his feelings for Marinette, imagining another girl’s hand.

When he returned to earth, he heard Clara tell them to put on their masks. Uh-oh. “Well, I mean I looked everywhere,” he tried to argue, his words overlaying Marinette’s, “It wasn’t in the dressing room. It was just…nowhere to be found.” Luckily, that horrific display caused an uproar of laughter from the spectators. Good. No one suspected anything. It even helped throw them off his scent.

“It’s okay! I found them!” Those three words caused the whole room to go frigid as he reluctantly grabbed the mask, his hand almost shaking in fear. He lifted it as slowly as possible, saying his goodbyes to his secret identity and possibly all the freedom he worked so hard for this past year. He even said his goodbyes to Marinette. Without the freedom to go outside, he’d never be able to ask her out on dates to the movies, to dances, or even on a romantic walk along the Seine. Her light would be completely snuffed out from his life. Just as all hope was lost, the doors abruptly opened with a smug Chloe and the mayor arguing that Clara wasn’t allowed to film at any of the venues in Paris. As much as he was relieved to keep his secret, he was still mad at Chloe for making Clara burst into tears and run off. “Chloe!” the model scolded, “That was totally uncalled for.”

“Yes it was,” Chloe tried to reason, folding her hands together and batting her eyelashes at him. “I was much better suited for the role. A famous model and the mayor’s daughter playing the heroes of Paris would’ve made so many headlines. And you know, we are still in costume. I could still be your Ladybug~”

She leaned in, but Adrien pushed her away at arm’s length. And his frustration with her was obvious. “I’m not in the mood to deal with this,” he declared, going to the trailers to change.

He had seen Marinette go ahead of him and wanted to give her some form of apology since Chloe obviously wouldn’t. She had been getting better. But her attitude towards Marinette still needed work. However, that apology would have to wait. An akumatized Clara took to the stage, announcing herself as “Frightningale.” It was time for the real Chat Noir to do his routine.

The whole class gathered in the school library to watch Clara’s new music video. Ladybug herself had suggested they film in all of Paris’s public venues, which provided free access to everyone and even the mayor couldn’t shut it down. When the video ended, everyone clapped.

“This version is way better,” Marinette declared with a smile. “I got to be with all my friends.” The girls all cooed and huddled in to hug their sweet Marinette. “Besides, there’s no way I could’ve pulled off playing Ladybug.”

“Oh, totally,” Adrien readily agreed. “You two are galaxies apart.”

The blunette looked at him, her eyebrow raised in confusion. “Huh?”

The blonde blanched and almost immediately backpedaled, shuffling his way over to Marinette. “I don’t mean it like that. What I meant is you can pull off lame better than she can. Wait! I don’t mean—you’re not lame at all! It’s just…you two don’t look alike…?”

Marinette giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “I understand. You nothing like Chat Noir either.”

“What?” Well, it was kinda true. Chat Noir was all the sides he wasn’t allowed to show as Adrien.

“Oh! I meant…he’s probably not as sweet as you are.”

The two shared a laugh. But Adrien couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered. She thought he was sweet! She thinks I’m sweet! He could do sweet. He could definitely do sweet! He could be sweeter than every pastry in her family’s bakery! …Maybe I’m the lame one…

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #story time #misadventures of adrien agreste

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Aaand... here. [ffnet] [ao3]

Me notes: I’m living dangerously and haven’t actually looked up the possible lingering symptoms of lead poisoning up till a week ago. And yet, it’s disturbing how legit my guesses were, even past the chronic pain lmao??? Shit’s wild, yo.(Won’t come up, but among other things, it can fuck up your cognitive abilities, that is to say, make you stupid(er)... our genius Law’s IQ was probably so broken that it needed to be nerfed to hell, yet he’s still one of the smartest jackasses in the series. somehow, this info delights me… what a force of nature.) (I’m definitely winging the shit as to why those things happen tho, this is just a shitty fic project, I don’t need nor really want a PhD in neurosurgery and whatnot. … for now, at least. I’d be happy with a teacher’s degree. And something to prove that I’m by no stretch bad at translating stuff.)

26. Shenanigans

As soon as Kat reaches her destination, Nami poses a question immediately; “What was that about?” All she could see was that Law was both mad and… well, confused, while trying his darnest to be civil. Which in itself is a point of interest, just like the fact that her new friend here also seems kind of lost.

Kat sighs. “I’ve been too,” Honestly, how should she summarize this? Uh... “well... nice?”

“Too… nice.” On second thought… the navigator feels she shouldn’t be surprised that the Heart captain would find that unwelcome. He’s not exactly the buddy-buddy type, hell, probably even paranoid.

“Like... I felt kind of guilty for skipping all that practice and being a general nuisance,” among other things she cannot talk about... “... so I brought down some rice crackers and tea after breakfast and washed his dusty mug that must have been lying around for months for him,” she looks up, slowing down a bit to get her thoughts in order; “We had, like, a tea party. Which was still okay, I guess. After having managed to sit out the new training shit proper, probably looking like a maniac during it all… I definitely overdid it by buying a teddy at the fair for his suspiciously big bear themed collection.” It really seems excessive and random in hindsight. “Man, can you imagine I even considered to buy a gigantic one? I couldn’t bring myself to pay up the twelve grand, but… pfff.” she mumbles mostly to herself, putting on a faint smile over the mental image of chucking that monstrosity at him again, then places a hand on her cheek while contemplating the general idea over in vague confusion. She settled for the small one, but... sheesh. On the other hand, she likes being charitable, and it’s been too damn long since she had both the financial background and an excuse to buy a gift for someone apart from the obligatory job stuff. Thinking about this makes her want to give a little ‘thank you’ gift of sorts to both crews… except, well, she ain’t got jack as far as ideas are concerned. They already have everything they could need, too.

Nami rolls her eyes upon hearing that. “Geez… it’s like you’re wishing him a belated happy birthday and he’s complaining over the attention. Which… is not all that surprising, I guess,” she concludes then with a shrug. “He did the same when we threw him a party before arriving in the country,” His main complaint was that he had his private party with his crew a few days back… none can do for Luffy if he wants to party, however. “On the other hand… you do realize that you sound like an overly apologetic boyfriend, right?” Nami muses while returning her attention to her, finding sudden enjoyment over the image of Knight Kat and her grumpy liege.

“Well… he is a princess as far as I’m concerned,” Kat nods in agreement. “While I’m not sure his highness would agree, I can see where you’re coming from, though,” she adds, scratching the sideburns in embarrassment. “I’m… not really good at taking care of anyone or anything in general, no lie. The moons must have aligned, or something.”

“You must be underestimating yourself,” the other woman states, leading her towards the table with the still steaming drink on it. Sanji must have been here a mere minute ago. “People who have no sense of nurture would never be able to do your job, you know?”

“Work is different,” she protests, crossing her forearms in an X, and squints at the back of Nami’s head where some small creature seems to be very, very lost in the orange sea; “Because… I know I have to do that stuff, and I must pay attention at least some of the time, you know? If I didn’t, I’d get fired. When just home, or hanging out… I get way too comfortable, and next thing I notice after spacing out is that the day is already over. Flowers unwatered and still full of lice or whatever, dog unwalked and unpooped, cat unfed and has knocked everything off the table, and then there’s me, also hungry and dirty... Can’t just do all of that quick before going to bed, can you?” She sighs. “I’m happy I’ve gotten far enough to be able to take care of myself, you know.” Sometimes she still forgets to eat, or keeps going just one or two more days without the designated bath. It’s so… it’s beyond embarrassing. And infuriating. Occasionally… even humiliating.

She picks up her cup and stirs the beverage, then downs half of it immediately. A sugar chunk in her mouth and the barely comfortable temperature remind her that she probably should slow the fuck down. Oh well… if she already has half the cube, might as well lick it away.

“... I still think you are selling yourself short, but… can’t say I haven’t met the problem.” Getting started after Bellemere was… overwhelming. Although they helped out a lot since they were little, and there wasn’t a lot more extra work to do, neither her nor Nojiko had an idea where to start with the household, even though the villagers cleaned up the mess in the house that Hachi had left behind. The laundry seemed to be more when it was less, the cooking more challenging... even the tangerine grove felt bigger and more intimidating than before. Everything appeared to be more than what it was in reality. When she noticed some work waiting to be done, she handled it on autopilot, but there really was a lot of spacing out while doing stuff. From what she just said, Kat seems to be in a similar state of mind, albeit near permanently. “Either way, that already is something. You talk as if you were worse about it, so there’s nothing to be worried about. That forestside cottage won’t tend itself once you get there.”

Kat lets a smile creep on her face, being reminded of her silly life goals. Nami was listening in on her and Robin’s conversation, huh? “I guess… but I’m still eons away from even attempting that.” Finishing the sentence, she also finishes her coffee and puts the cup down. Now, let’s address that minor annoyance that’s been bugging her quite literally for a minute… “By the way, turn around a bit?”

“Turn…? Why should I?” the redhead asks, complying with the request regardless.

Kat reaches into her hair and picks out one tiny black dot after short looking around the neck area. “You had one of these really small spiders in your hair,” she says, lifting the little goober for her to see. The wind carries these all over the place.

“Eeeh,” Nami gets shivers turning back to her while holding her locks, zeroing in on the barely visible animal. “Oh, god, get it away….!”

A mischievous smile appears on Kat’s face; Nami knows her just enough to step back and eye her with suspicion.

“Away?”

“Don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

Another step back is followed by a step forward by Kat, and they start waltzing faster and faster, until Nami starts sprinting and runs into Sanji, who is bringing out drinks for her and probably Carrot, as Robin should be having her coffee now.

“Shield!!” she shouts, flinging him in between. The man keeps enough balance for the layered cocktails to barely sway; quite impressive. He’s also visibly pleased with the development.

“Oh, Nami, dear~ you are so passionate today. What brings you to me~?”

“An itsy bitsy spider,” says Kat, bringing it up to his nose, almost.

“Oh, a spi---” the smile freezes onto Sanji’s face upon turning towards her, then he emits a sound alike a deflating balloon before arching back all of a sudden over Nami in panic. The utensils in his hand can’t compete with the sudden movement, and are wobbling precariously, until the tray itself starts to tilt; noticing that, Kat snaps her hand towards said objects to stop them from falling, and the spider, having had enough of these shenanigans, uses the momentum to make an exit with a jump into the greenery.

The drinks, along with every layer, practically stop in time; Sanji looks over to them, still in shock.

“Sweet catch,” says a bubbly Carrot who has likely seen everything as she's sliding down the mast.

“... thanks…” Kat squeaks. Something about this feels… weird, though. “And, uh, sorry,” she adds, looking over to the cook. “Didn’t know you felt this strongly about creepy crawlies.” She almost ruined those drinks and potentially could have broken the glasses, too...

“I-it’s fine,” he croaks with the frozen smile still on his face, shaking a little both from the position and scare.

“That was mean, Kat,” Nami grumbles, pushing the man back onto his feet, checking the grass for the small stowaway. “Don’t bring bugs near me… or Sanji, -sorry, Sanji,- they are gross!”

“After this, I really won’t,” she mumbles, slowly setting the glasses back into position on the tray now that Sanji’s calming down and is not shaking things all over the place. The contents, however… need extra care? They are levitating by themselves, so she needs to move them along with the glass. What is she doing differently, here?

“Thank you,” the man mumbles with the last item returning to its place and having recollected himself.

“No need to, I was the one brewing trouble in the first place.” Being done with the extra task, she feels relieved. “The falling things save is an aspect that I’ll definitely miss, no lie,” she breathes then; the odd feeling from before has not left her. There’s a notion that she can pinpoint every last detail around the ship, to the last strand of hair… she can even feel the little tiptoes of that tiny arachnid under them; taking a look to the side, she can spot a dot exactly where she thinks it is, too. And two butterflies flapping around the garden, flies all over the place, and just in general a lot of all kinds of small creatures all over. Even the positions of people moving around on board, whom she can kind of identify by size, position, what they might be doing or the way they walk… as well as the different layers in the drinks, which appear to be the most detailed ‘feeling’ thing. There’s just a lot of stuff not belonging to places, and it’s a little overwhelming.

Her perception being off is apparently noticeable, as Nami picks up on it as well. “You alright?” Kat has a tendency to space out or look out of it, so she’s always a little worried that there’s something like a pulled neck muscle going on. Most of the time, though, she’s just daydreaming.

“No, I’m alright, it’s…” Suddenly, she feels enlightened. “Oh, I think I know what this is…”

“What would that something be?” Nami asks, blinking in confusion.

“I think I just activated this scanning stuff by accident,” she informs her, looking down at her hands. The trigger must have been reaching for the glasses, but… how does one turn it off?

“Scanning…?” the woman mumbles. This must be something Ope Ope related.

“Like… I just know where a lot of stuff is, all of a sudden…” Thinking about it, she knows specifically where living things are, and the overall shapes of objects. And… possibly the density of things, because, those drinks...

Sanji notes her sudden interest in said beverages. “Would the resident changeling fairy like a glass of her own?”

Oh god, he’s already back to cheesy descriptions level… ANYWAY.

“No, thanks, I don't drink... I do like looking at pretty cocktails, though.” Honestly, sometimes they smell really nice, so it's hard to resist.... like these. There’s some chocolate and raspberries in there… but all she has to think of is the bitter aftertaste and the temptation is no more.

“Actually,” she continues as Nami gets her cocktail to sip on and Carrot walks up to them, asking whether she can have the other one, to which Sanji informs the mink that it was meant to be hers anyway; “mind if I try something with one of these…?”

“Oh, are you going to do some cool tricks?” Carrot asks with excitement; “I’ve been wanting to see the stuff Bropper has been talking about, too!”

“Ah, right!! I wanted to show you some stuff, anyway!” she says while sucking up some of the radiating fuzz buzz up, too.

Sanji raises a brow and puts on half a sulk. It takes a second to let the notion of food being tampered with slide, but if it’s for the greater good and less frustrating body statuses… Indeed, the thought of everything in the universe being in its rightful place puts his head back in the clouds. “I’ll be on my way, my lovelies, call if you need anything~” he swoons while disappearing back in the kitchen in a whirlwind.

Nami also gets going direction library and waves goodbye while drinking, which gesture the remaining two return.

“So, so,” the mink starts again, lifting up the glass to Kat; “what do you want to do with this?”

“What I want to do with the drink specifically is probably not that interesting, but even if it’s a total failure, I’ll make it up to you right after,” she notes. She has about one shot at this, anyway.

“Tee-hee~ Show me watcha got,” the rabbit girl says with a smug face to challenge the cocktail’s opponent.

“As you wish,” Kat responds with a smile of the same smugness level; Carrot snorts at this.

“You legit sound and look like Bepo’s captain right now,” she giggles.

“Hey, hey, careful,” Kat half-laughs while trying to keep the glass upright; “I need this thing as it is right now.”

“Alright, even if you will suck at this, you’ve already redeemed yourself,” the mink states as they waddle with combined efforts towards the table to put the beverage on. “Purely on a basis of a spot-on impression that you ruined immediately after.” She wasn’t there for the first performance anyway. “Bonus points for not even trying, tho.”

“Well, Carrot, to catch the pray…” she looks around with shifty eyes as the glass clinks on the polished surface; “you need to become the prey.”

“Well, well, well, Kat… I literally am prey,” she nods, releasing the object at last. “Also… are you saying you are out on a hunt? Hmm?” The smug smile returns, and this time it’s accompanied by a knowing look and crossed arms.

The girl needs to consider this for a moment, and she also puts on a comically exaggerated thinking face. Is she trying to go for Law's jugular in any way or form? She's had worse company, but... "Not really. Or deliberately. Unless hunting for funny situations for either person counts as such." With that she also lets go of the poor liquid that still retains most of its original form.

Carrot nods wisely after a few seconds, eyes entranced in the cloudy horizon. “... that’s fair, can’t blame you for that.”

Kat needs to hold back a smile, then decides to put an end to this banter. “Okay, alright, I may have finished off my coffee in like three shots, but I’ll have to hurry regardless,” she waves her hands around. “Let’s see this bad boy,” she groans while dropping on a chair; Carrot follows her lead and watches intently.

Okay, so… she still has that feeling going, that’s good; she also tried to keep the drink stable while holding it, which seems to have been a success. Now, how to do the thing she has in mind… She touches the glass again, which seems to power up the sensation somewhat; even if it’s a placebo effect, being in contact seems to make things much easier. There is definitely a difference between the glass and its content... what she’s really interested in, however, are the individual layers, which also seem different… they feel different. Especially the lightest and heaviest ones.

What if she just tried, took the lowest, dark layer, and...

“... Kat, what part of reality are you breaking again?” asks Usopp in a vaguely wary manner while passing with his tool box, his eyes catching the liquid blob pass a rather opaque layer following her finger before settling on top. Carrot breathes a ‘cool’ as she watches on with her head on the table.

“... density or gravity, I guess.” If not both. Those are kinda correlated, aren't they...? Eh, fuck physics. She can break all the rules, anyway.

As the layer settles in, she takes a look at the one now below it; a motion of another finger lowers it to the middle, then she raises it up again through the static ones. After that, she puts the reddish, heavy goop back to its place, with the lightest layer over it. Releasing it all makes the whitish liquid phase through multiple other ones, stirring the entire cocktail up. Looks rather nifty, with all those vertical stripes in it. Last part notwithstanding... if souls or whatever feel just as different, and she can make them slide through another... after some refinement, this just might be the thing she needs.

#Kate writes #KMKY #opfanfic #been a while since I tagged it like that so

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