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barnesbabee · 3 years

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terra || S.M || J.Y

Summary: After destroying the Earth the human race has to face their biggest threat yet: themselves.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Song Mingi

Words: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

Genre: Miscellaneous

⚠ dystopian!au, mentions of war, violence, mxm ⚠

A/N: Yes I’m back, there will be a part 2 to this, first time doing mxm if someone comes at me with their high morals I’ll just tell you to suck my left nut <3 also this is loosely based on The100 (the second picture is Sanctum lol), it’s based on seasons 1 and 2 (mount weather) I hope you enjoy it please reblog and give me feedback!!

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[PART 1] || [PART 2]

The heat and natural catastrophes started rising as the years passed, and all of the nations in the world reunited the greatest people in their country to secretly come up with a solution to the world’s end. Bunkers, artificial planets, space stations… Everything was discussed with great detail, but there seemed to be no answer.

Bunkers? How long would the human race have to last in a bunker? Wouldn’t there be a lack of resources? Would the bunkers survive the threats they would be facing?

There wasn’t enough time to think about an artificial planet, let alone begin to conceive one.

A space station would have the same problems as a bunker would, with the additional problems of constantly fixing the spaceship with the few resources the race would be able to take with them.

So, in pure despair, a german scientist blurted out what would become the savior to their lives: cryo sleep.

And so after nearly a day of being stuck in the stuffy, stress-filled room the crowd of geniuses and world leaders and began working on the salvation of the human race.

There wouldn’t be enough space for everyone in the spaceships they’d create, as a matter of fact, why would there be? One would not want to re-populate the earth with the people who destroyed it… So each government made a list, of scientists, biologists, farmers, doctors… Everyone deemed essential for survival on earth.

The spaceships would be launched out in space all at the same time, however, every 100 years one would be awoken and would descend down to earth. If it was survivable, they would contact the other spaceships through the communication systems implemented on each ship, if not, they would die and the next ship would come 100 years after.

And once everything was done and ready to go, a new uproar started.

Who would board the first ships, which were, undoubtedly, the most dangerous? How would the groups be divided?

“The Russians are not boarding after us. What gives them the right!? Are the lives of the Americans less worth it!?”

Profanities and insults echoed around the gigantic, Victorian room. The delicately sculpted walls and columns, carefully painted high ceilings and classic decorations certainly didn’t match the lack of respect and class of nearly every man and woman present.

It seemed impossible to reach a consent. Some leaders wanted a spaceship for their people only, as they thought it would agree easily since their mindsets were very similar, and the chances of disagreement would be less. However, others debated that it would be better to have a mixture of knowledge and ways of thinking from different regions.

Nonetheless, the wiser populations created an alliance whilst all of them discussed loudly, deciding to leave the most problematic nations go in the first ship. If they didn’t agree they simply wouldn’t board.

There were twelve ships on what became the Mission Restituimus. Iwen Restituimus, Helles Restituimus, Mosco Restituimus, Quitela Restituimus, Arak Restituimus, Champa Restituimus, Beerus Restituimus and Liquir Restituimus. Each of them named after each of the gods of destruction, as a punishment, as a reminder of what they had previously caused. Destruction upon Earth.

And so, as cruel as it might have been, all of the leaders and people chosen to go boarded the ships, leaving the rest of the world to die without any help.

A couple of years past and most of the remaining humans were wiped out. The water level rose, the plants died, and consequently so did the animals. With the lack of food and hydration, the race became weaker, and the last heatwave sent whatever was left of them to a better place.

100 years passed… 200 years passed… 300 years past…

25% of what was left of humanity was wiped out almost instantly as they set foot on the ground. Some being able to survive a couple of days, some a couple of weeks… It wasn’t until Mosco R. that there was a chance for humans.

They were alive long enough to determine what wasn’t right with the atmosphere around them and what could possibly be harmful, so they could find a way around it. Months had passed and the crew, that stood on the reviving planet in good health, and they still hadn’t called the rest of the ships.

People started wondering why the assigned captain of the team hadn’t made that decision yet.

“Dr. Vorderbruggen, I feel it is safe for us to call the rest of us down onto Earth.” One of the many geologists aboard asked.

The tall, skinny woman with permanently disheveled hair took a good look at the male and pushed her thick glasses up her nose.

“What if we didn’t?”

All of the heads present in the room turned to face her in confusion. The woman pulled out a book. One that seemed to have had a life as rough as theirs. She threw it in the middle of the makeshift table they had in the small, unstable shed outside of the spaceship.

They all looked at it for a second before looking at her, as if saying ‘are we supposed to know by looking at it?’.

She smirked before speaking, creating an eerie atmosphere that made most of the present people quite uncomfortable.

“How would you like to have an infinite life?”

There was an immediate split reaction in the crowd. Some looked on, interested, and others were reluctant about her words.

“I had previously been researching a way for humans to live longer, but then the Earth was destroyed. However this past month I’ve been studying it relentlessly and I believe I found a way to keep our conscience alive and our hearts beating forever.”

Silence.

The silence in the room was heavy. Playing with human life and modifying it was dangerous…

“But, the bodies… What about the bodies? They’ll get older and eventually rot, won’t they?”

The scientist walked away from the chair and circled the red button that allowed them to communicate with the other ships with her slim finger.

“That’s where our colleagues enter. We can’t call them yet because we’ll need their bodies. I’m working on finding out how but I’m so, so close. Of course, I’ll need the help of others and it needs some perfecting and some extra details, but it’s doable. Definitely doable.”

The geologist that had initially asked looked around. He couldn’t believe people were actually considering taking other people’s bodies for their own sake....

“But Doctor, won’t that have moral implications? It’s the lives of other people! We can’t kill them for our lives to be perpetuated!”

She looked towards the man threateningly.

“Dr. Bankole, what caused the last world to collapse?”

The man hesitated.

“Uneducated individuals.” He answered, confidently.

“Our differences. It was our differences, the divergent ways in which we were raised. There won’t ever be any differences if we maintain our people. There won’t be any wars, there won’t be any conflicts, and we can rebuild our planet. The more people we welcome, the more chance there will be for our demise to begin once more.”

The geologist refused to accept it. He took a couple of seconds to process her words, before launching himself towards the button in a fit of desperation. The doctor tried his best to save humanity, but unfortunately the crowd who agreed with the woman held him down. She smirked, knowing that her plan would be followed along.

And so it was. For hundreds and hundreds of years the bodies of the crews who arrived down on Earth would be replaced with theirs. Anyone who disagreed with the plan was executed on sight, as they couldn’t afford to have any conflicts at this point.

The new ships who arrived on Earth would always be confused. There were humans? So why hadn’t they been called? But of course, the residents would tell them that there was a malfunction in the system, and before the newcomers could question it or find out about the truth their bodies would be taken to what they called ‘The Ceremony’.

This went on for centuries and centuries on end, each passing year humanity became more robotic and synthetic. That was, until Liquir Restitiumus: the very last one.

It came down through the sky loudly, ripping through the atmosphere with immense force. The thrusters cause the small particles of dirt and little bits of rocks to disperse underneath the machine, and, when it finally landed with a violent ‘thud’, the crew stepped out. They all had their fingers crossed, as they didn’t want to be the only ones there. They wished more of them had survived.

“Liquir! Brothers and sisters welcome!”

Their smiles widened, as they realized they weren’t alone and that Earth was finally habitable. A man, no older than fifty, greeted them. He wore a long, pink tunic decorated with what seemed like gold-painted branches, and a green sash with some letters painted on.

Yunho, a young philosopher that was among others, frowned. How long had they been among the stars? Had it been only 100 years? The way the man spoke, the way he dressed… It seemed as if they had created a cult in the relatively short amount of time they had been asleep. However, he said nothing. Yunho was more of an observer, he liked to collect information and think, create theories and hypotheses.

“We were to call you, however one of our people destroyed the mainframe since he disagreed with bringing others over… We are Beerus, the ship just before you, unfortunately no other ships before us survived…” The male lied, as he guided the crowd as if they were their sheep.

Everyone took the time to listen, wanting to gather all of the information they were missing.

After just a couple of minutes of walking they arrived at a rather humble camp. There were small, colourful houses built on top of trees, almost morphing with them had it not been for the flashy colours, and some big buildings on the floor.

“The four buildings down here are the storage houses, the hospital and the Hall. Up on the trees are the houses of my people. We decided it would be best to live where less creatures would reach us, but fortunately there aren’t many predators as of right now.”

“Your… people?”

“Yes, me and my wife were chosen as the representatives of our community. She was the commander of Beerus and so we decided unanimously that she should remain in power.”

Yunho frowned. He thought that the commander of Beerus was a young man… Actually he was pretty sure it was a young man. Yes… He remembered because the male seemed about his age, and he was surprised to see someone as young as him be chosen for the mission. Yunho remembered feeling sad because in another situation maybe they could have been friends, but they were instead being sent to their death (most possibly).

Still, he kept quiet.

“I, Samuel, welcome you to Regnum de Caelo in the name of all of our community. I hope you are able to live happily here. The welcome ceremony is in about a week. We need some time for preparations! We will be taking your sizes for some fitting clothing and we will be running some tests to assign you a position, up until then, feel most welcome, brothers and sisters.”

The man wasn’t lying. They did need to take their sizes and run some tests, but not for the reasons he had stated. They ran these tests to make sure the new bodies were assigned to the correct person. Some of them only needed new arms, some of them requested bigger legs, and the couple in charge took care of that for their people.

Yunho roamed around the strange place. It was home, but it didn’t feel like home. At some point he felt like his cryo chamber was more home-like than this eerie place… It looked like something very creepy that they had splashed some colour on to try their best and conceal the actual appearance of the place.

“Hello young man.” A woman greeted, as she approached him.

She was much smaller, and had thick, black hair, that she moved out of her eyes so she could properly examine the male in front of him. Her clothes were very much like the previous man’s, the only difference being the colour pattern.

“Hi.”

Yunho wasn’t very friendly in uncomfortable situations, and although he tried to shoot her his best smile, he knew he had failed. The woman didn’t seem to care, as she went on and on about how amazing the ‘New Earth’ was.

From his periferal, Yunho could see someone peeking at him through the window of the so-called Hall, but he paid him no mind. He was a newcomer, people ought to stare.

“Ma’am, if you don’t mind me asking, you developed a new whole type of hierarchy in just 100 years?”

She cocked her head to the side.

“Yes, we did. Just like on Earth we needed someone whom we trusted and respected to set order and make decisions when needed, so who better than the person we chose as a leader for the ship team?” The lady’s lips were smiling, but her eyes looked dull, even dead.

Yunho hummed and looked at the ground, pursing his lips and furrowed his eyebrows as he tried his best to recall the launching ceremony. Each commander stood on a pedestal and introduced themselves, as they waited for the crew members to be sorted, 99 to each. He was sure the commander of Beerus was a man and not a woman. That much he knew. Because even though they had been in cryo-sleep for 1200 years, the last thing on his mind before entering the cold capsule was the boarding ceremony.

“But I was sure the commander of Beerus was a man-”

“Annie! I’m sorry I must steal him away, I would like to perform his fitting.”

Yunho looked at the male that was gripping his arm. He was able to control his facial expressions, the surprise and confusion, but he was sure that was supposed to be the commander of Beerus…

The woman gave him a weird smile, as if they were setting him up. As she walked away, the grip on Yunho’s arm grew tighter, and the other man only let go once they were by themselves, in a small room inside the Hall.

“Are you out of your fucking mind!?”

Yunho frowned, looking visibly offended at the male’s language choice.

“Excuse me!?”

The man took a deep breath and placed his hands on his waist.

“Stop asking questions. Never ask questions, never doubt them.”

“Why? What’s going on here is really odd and-”

“It’s exactly because this place is odd that you need to keep quiet and stop doubting everything. If they think you’re onto them you won’t even make it to the Ceremony.” He explained.

“I hope you realize I have no fucking idea what’s going on and I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

The other male stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He quickly ran towards the window, made sure no one was outside, and then closed the makeshift blinds. He repeated the process with the small door and then pulled two chairs so the pair could sit down. The man’s antics stressed out Yunho a little bit. In the beginning he was confused, but now he was bordeline scared.

“I’ll explain it to you. Just listen, ask later.”

Yunho nodded as his eyes widened, ready for the explanation.

“My name is Song Mingi, and you’re right. I was, and still am, the commander of Beerus. The crew that you see walking on Earth isn’t my crew, it’s Mosco Restituimus. When we first landed I had the same questions that you did, I kept asking around, I kept trying to understand what had happened. I’m an engineer, I even tried to go into their ship to figure out if they were telling the truth but I was caught. Two guards grabbed me and took me to a weird room, everything here seems makeshift and shitty but that room was oozing with technology that I had never seen. They strapped me down to a chair and put me to sleep. I was scared for my life when I woke up, I had no idea what they would do to me. I managed to escape, fucked up my back in an attempt to bite off one of the weird handcuffs. I freed myself from all of it and I was about to leave but I could hear someone speak at the end of the hallway. ‘Yes, he’s strapped down already and once you’re also secured we’ll begin the transfusion.’ I remember these words perfectly, they scared the shit out of me. I started panicking and sweating, but I decided that pretending I hadn’t escaped would be the best option. I placed the cuffs back in their place without strapping them, and soon enough two men came in. One laid down and I could see the other one strap him down and put him to sleep, just like he did to me. I had to take the chance. I took whatever sharp tool was in the operating table behind me and I stabbed him.” Mingi paused, he looked at Yunho, who seemed a little afraid of the way the man had just casually admitted to murder.

Mingi proceeded to explain how he interrogated the other man once woke up, and he told Yunho everything. From who these people actually were to the Ceremony.

“I felt really nervous once I left the room, I had to pretend like there was a struggle. I told them the transfusion was successful but the other subject struggled and the doctor was killed. They seemed to believe me... After all these years they’ve become icredibly smart, but they fail to recognize many human behaviours, like lying.”

Mingi could see the panic in the other male’s face growing as he finished his explanation. Before Yunho could stand up and dash, however, Mingi grabbed his shoulders.

“Why… why are you telling me this!? What the fuck am I supposed to do now!? Did you just live among those people all these years!? How did you even survive-”

“I had to go through procedures. I didn’t want to, but I don’t hate myself for doing it. It was the only way I could survive until the last ship, which was you, arrived. These people are almost 100% synthetic at this point, every single child that was born was either born dead, or with severe deformities that prevented them to be alive for longer than a couple days. I need help to save everyone. If we don’t take down the previous crew… They’ll take the last one hundred human bodies, and that will be the end.”

Yunho clenched his hands and pursed his lips. He was trying his best not to look like he was nervous, but the slight shaking and quivering didn’t help.

“How many days do we have?” He finally asked, giving Mingi the response he was waiting for.

Mingi smiled slightly, showing his small crescent eyes, that Yunho wished he could’ve seen in a scenario that wasn’t the possible ending of his kind.

“About a week. They like to get to know their future bodies before they make a decision and they also need to prepare for the Ceremony. We have about the same body structure, so it won’t seem suspicious if I walk around with you, they’ll just think I chose you.”

Yunho took a deep breath. He had no idea what he was signing up for, but he believed Mingi. The little unexplainable lies he had been told ever since he got here made him doubt this place, he didn’t feel secure, plus, the other male’s explanation made sense.

“And what do we have to do? I mean, do you have a plan?”

Mingi raised an eyebrow at the stupid question.

“I was here for over one hundred years, do you think I was just making friends?”

Yunho blushed a little at his admittedly dumb questions.

“We have to kill them all.” Mingi told him.

The male saw it coming. Of course that was it... It’s never just an on and off switch, it’s always war and death wherever they go.

“I’m in.”

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rhubarbed-triangle · 3 years

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Dream SMP and the Major Arcana

Hello! I've recently been learning about tarot cards and readings and I realized that there's a lot of parallels between the characters on the Dream SMP and the major arcana cards. I'm not an expert on the cards, so feel free to let me know if there's a character you think would fit that card better or there's a better explanation somewhere.

For the card definitions, I used this website: https://labyrinthos.co/blogs/tarot-card-meanings-list

I also tried to pick characters for cards that embodied both the upright and reverse meanings as a whole. These descriptions are also all about the characters and not the creators themselves.

The World - Dream and the SMP, could also include the community house

Since The World card signifies community, unification, and traveling, it would make sense that Dream would represent The World. His whole motivation as a character is that he wants the SMP to be unified into one big happy family. And the world is named after him, after all.

Judgement - Jack

The Judgement card represents reflection, reckoning, but when in reverse, also represents self loathing and doubt. The way Jack blames Tommy for his misfortunes but has a change in heart when he finds out Tommy died is the kind of self reflection present in Judgement. And when Tommy comes back and Jack realizes how he meant to Tommy (even if it's not a true reading of the situation), he switches back to trying to hurt Tommy as much as he hurt him. His judgement of Tommy seals both Tommy's and Jack's fate.

The Sun - Foolish, Sapnap

The Sun represents celebration, joy, success. I really don't have a solid connection to the characters here, but it feels like both Foolish and Sapnap could fit this card.

The Moon - Antfrost, Connor

The Moon represents unconsciousness, illusions, and intuition. The Moon reversed is all about confusion, fear, and misinterpretation. When Antfrost was controlled by the Egg, he did his fair share of spreading the fear and showing that the Egg was nothing to be messed with. When he wasn't corrupted, he had a great sense of knowing how the Eggpire was in the wrong even if they didn't have control over their actions. The same could be said with Connor. Connor is one of the only characters of the SMP that seems to know more than what he lets on, getting into shenanigans that others would deem noncanonical.

The Star - Ponk

The Star represents a sense of hope and rejuvenation, and in reverse represents faithlessness and insecurity. The faith that Ponk holds/held for members of the Eggpire before he was corrupted, trying to keep an eye on them, faking being corrupted, as well as the fact that knowing that all of Sam's misdeeds will catch up to him but he'd have a place for Sam to stay regardless embodies the Star's hope.

The Tower - Eret, Eret's Tower, L'Manberg to an extent

The Tower represents sudden change, disaster, and broken pride, but it doesn't necessarily have to be bad. The sudden change from Eret switching sides in the fight for L'Manberg independence was a significant change both for them and for L'Manberg. Still, L'Manberg bounced back, much like Eret did later on when they truly regretted their betrayal. The reverse Tower represents avoided or delayed disaster. The fact that L'Manberg was rebuilt twice after being destroyed until it was destroyed for good just delayed what seemed like the inevitable.

The Devil - Schlatt

Seems self-explanatory, but I can explain just in case. The Devil represents addiction and materialism while the reverse represents freedom and restoring control. Schlatt saw himself rising to power in L'Manberg as freeing the city of the tyranny of the previous rulers. Not to mention, he was heavily involved in many addictions during his life.

Temperance - Ranboo

Patience, the middle ground, and finding meaning is represented by Temperance. Ranboo is one of the most neutral characters on the SMP, and even when he does get wrapped into fighting for a side, he tries to remain as under the radar as possible, not wanting to give any more reason for others to attack. This is apparent with how he's treating Tubbo's outpost outside Las Nevadas versus how Tubbo is treating the outpost as well as dealing with living double lives in the Syndicate and at Snowchester.

Death - Wilbur/Revivebur

Death is the end of a cycle, a metamorphosis into something new, but Death in reverse can also mean stagnation and a fear of change. The way Wilbur's character changes throughout the SMP's history, taking many forms, greatly mimics the political changes as well as meta changes to the SMP. But at the same time, Revivebur has a similar mentality to S1 Wilbur while the rest of the server has moved on without him.

The Hanged Man - Tommy

The Hanged Man is a tragic card, representing sacrifice and martyrdom but in reverse also represents needless sacrifice. The way that Tommy is continually pushed to sacrifice more and more of the things and people he loves may be seen as needless. He could also be interpreted as a martyr when he died in prison as his death marks a shift in the SMP, especially shown in how people reacted when the news broke out.

Justice - Sam

As the warden of the server, Sam represents the law. But the Justice card is more than that. It's cause and effect, truth, clarity. Sam sees things in very black and white: either you're a good person who does good things or you're a bad person who does bad things. The way he's confused when Ponk mentions that all the bad things he's done will catch up to him shows that Sam doesn't think of himself as a bad person and thus couldn't have done anything bad. Justice in reverse also signifies unfairness and unaccountability like the fact that Sam allowed Quackity to visit Dream despite knowing what was going on.

Wheel of Fortune - Karl

The Wheel of Fortune is about cycles of good and bad fortune as well as inevitable fate. The fact that Karl has no choice when he time travels and still must pay the price for it every time fits very well.

The Hermit - Fundy

While most think of The Hermit card as isolation and loneliness, the Hermit also represents inner guidance and seeking the truth. As Fundy is guided by his dreams, he tries to glean the meaning from what they show him. He even isolates himself in the hope that the dreams wouldn't happen anymore (which can be interpreted as he hoped he found the truth about them). Even before he was having dreams, he would isolate himself from the rest of the SMP for periods of time like after the destruction of L'Manberg for the final time.

Strength - Technoblade

While physically strong and confident in terms of his artillery, Techno is insecure in his loyalties with other members of the SMP, as in, he can't fight with words. The two most common ways of fighting, with words and charisma and with brute force, both show up in Techno but as extremely unbalanced. The dichotomy between Strength's physical power and the insecurity in its reverse matches well with Techno's strengths and weaknesses.

The Chariot - Niki

The Chariot represents direction and control, movement, but in reverse can also signify aggressiveness or lack of control. Niki is a very motivated character. She knows what she wants and she will get it. She also knows how other people may feel about what's going on, and she can recruit them to her side. When she knows what she wants, she will get it, but sometimes may lose control of the situation.

The Lovers - Bad and Skeppy

The Lovers card doesn't necessarily have to mean romantic ties between two or more people, the card can also mean partnerships and duality, and in reverse, can mean one-sidedness. The fact that it was implied that the reason Bad is only with the Egg is because of Skeppy and that Dream was planning on locking Skeppy up in his vault to control Bad shows that these two are connected on a much deeper level than most of the other pairs on the SMP. Not to mention, when both Bad and Skeppy were corrupted, it was pretty evident that only Bad cared about their relationship in a one-sided way.

The Hierophant - Tubbo

The Hierophant represents tradition and conformity, morality and ethics while in reverse represents subversiveness and rebellion. Tubbo fights between the good for those he loves and the good for all. This is especially prevalent when he had to choose between Tommy or between L'Manberg. Tubbo also fights between tradition, like when he was president, and disregarding tradition when that doesn't work, like with Snowchester.

The Emperor - Philza

The Emperor embodies authority, fatherhood, structure while also meaning ridigity and coldness in reverse. It's no secret that Philza is seen as a father figure in the SMP. Even to characters that he hasn't fathered, his word and stance on things are taken into great consideration. People trust his authority. Not to mention, he is associated with cold, snowy climates.

The Empress - Captain Puffy

The Empress signifies motherhood, nature, healing. Puffy is another figure on the SMP that is seen as parental. Like Phil, despite not being an official parent to many characters, her word and authority is trusted. She has opened a therapy office to help others heal. She is powerful enough where she is a genuine threat to the Eggpire while also remaining approachable enough for Tommy to seek her out for help.

The High Priestess - George

The High Priestess is very spiritual, very in tune with intuition and the unconscious/inner voice. The fact that George gets messages in his dreams which have included conversations with an inner voice/consciousness is about as blatantly High Priestess as one can get. He is also one, if not the only, character on the SMP that is friends with Dream XD, the god of the server.

The Magician - Quackity

The Magician is a master at getting what they want, seemingly making something out of nothing. The card represents willpower, desire but also trickery and illusionment when in reverse. Quackity, like Niki, knows what he wants, but unlike Niki, Quackity can get the outcome he wants by any means necessary, never losing control of the situation. People will listen to him, it's just taken him multiple different attempts to drive that point across.

The Fool - Charlie, Ghostbur

The Fool represents innocence and new beginnings but when in reverse, can also signify being taken advantage of and inconsideration. Both Charlie and Ghostbur have an air of innocence about them, that they could do no wrong, but for different reasons. Charlie simply doesn't know any better as he has no basis for what is normal, so he can't recognize when he's being taken advantage of. Charlie is also a slime that has been given a second shot at life as a human. Ghostbur simply can't remember the wrong he's done and thus can't atone for it, hurting those he loves further. Ghostbur also is Wilbur's literal rebirth into someone new.

Like I said, feel free to make corrections or additions. I'm sure there are more parallels elsewhere that I missed.

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fanfictiondreamscape · 4 years

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First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 2)

Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 2)

Genre: fluff (possibly even more than the first though I make no promises)

Pairing: Daichi/Asahi/Nishinoya/Tanaka/Ennoshita x reader (separate)

Notes: Though there wasn/t much demand, I couldn’t help myself. Seriously. The lack of immediate continuity actually made me mad. Otherwise, I felt the need to continue the saga with the second and (rest of the) third years!

Anyway, here goes nothing!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Masterlist

Daichi Sawamura

ok, lemme get this out first

this man would be an amazing boyfriend

and this would be matched with his s/o

someone very responsible and calm, but they aren’t afraid to turn into a momentary crackhead and pull a few pranks

either way, the first kiss would for sure happen on a date

i can imagine that it would be in a movie theater

but not in the back or the very front

somewhere in the middle of the theater

now, you two had decided to go see a movie for the next date

(consider this one your third or fourth. i can’t imagine that he’d do this on the first or second date, y’know?)

you two had struggled on choosing a movie, but you did eventually decide

imagine whatever movie you like, but

i think the movie would be a really cheesy teen drama

something along the lines of ‘five feet apart’ or midnight sun’. definitely something with some big upstanding issue in their romance

either way, when the movie hits a romantic climax (like the first kiss or something)

he looks at you

the way the artificial light from the screen lights up your features makes him question if you’re a human being and not an angel or sparkling fictional being

the way that your eyes are lighting up with an odd mix of joy and sadness

everything fell perfectly

he wanted to kiss you right then and there, and though he had been wanting to kiss you since the end of your second date

sadly, he was doubting whether or not this was the right moment

what he didn’t know (or notice, rather) was that you knew he was looking at you

and you decided to take the initiative

so you turned his head to face you once you redirected your attention and he turned away blushing

you leaned up and kissed him

slow, sweet, passionate and a little shy

it only turned more delicate when he cupped your cheek in his big calloused hand

the feeling made you lean in a little more

once you two had to break away for air, you two stared into each others eyes

you decided to peck his lips once again

he chuckled a little, but nonetheless, he draped his arm over your shoulders and you laid your head on his shoulder

overall, the kiss?

gorgeous. perfect. ten out of ten.

it was very experienced, too, so there were no worries there.

the gentleness of the experience was something that the both of you envied from other couples

and you two achieved that

ahaHA. you thought that dadchi over here would be the first person to initiate the kiss?

think again! he would be too caught up in if his s/o wanted to kiss him, change my mind-

Asahi Azumane

this big teddy bear

he would most definitely go for someone gentle and kind

he is shy bby, so he might choose someone fairly social

but also aware and not overbearing

he just wants love-

as for the kiss, i find that the kiss would probably happen at school

just the one off chance that he got bothered by the gangster comments

sooo

it was getting to be between hours (class and lunch), and he was hiding in a closed off area of the school

he had texted you that he might be a little late to lunch

and the message scared you

this boy hides what he is feeling, so when he sends a text, that was code for ‘come find me in our spot i’m sad and need comfort.’

but like i’m crying just writing that like-

so with that knowledge, you let your friends know that you’re gonna be a little late to lunch

and once the final seconds of the period hit, you were out the door

you immediately ran to the quiet area

and hugged your gentle giant boyfriend

no words needed to be said, but he did lean into your touch

eventually, you knew that you needed to say something

this boy needs reassurance, and you have just that

you tap his shoulder and tilt your head to the floor

and the two of you sit next to each other

you have your hand over his that’s resting on the ground

and though the silence is comforting, you know words are what need to be used here

so you speak

“you know i love you, right?”

cue his nod

“you know that i don’t think you are anything even remotely close to dangerous, right?”

stillness, but a hesitant nod

“so if i were to tell you that what those people are saying isn’t true, would you believe me?”

he nods

silence looms yet again, and he scoots closer to you

you do the same, and grip his hand to which he responds

after a few minutes of calm quiet, you look up at asahi

he has his eyes locked on the old wall

and you can’t help yourself

you lift your hand and tilt his head so his eyes can meet yours

you start to lean up to kiss him with a comforting smile on his face

and as he visibly relaxes, you kiss him

it’s not too long, not too short

but it was exactly what he needed, and he didn’t know it

the kiss itself was very shy, though

as much as you would’ve liked to say that you were 100% confident in your kiss, you weren’t

but that’s okay with asahi and yourself

you two wouldn’t have traded a kiss so loving and soft for the world

you pull away with a slightly bigger smile, and asahi’s face is red

you’re blushing too, but when he flashes you a small smile, you turn even redder

eventually you two settle and go to lunch

so, overall, the kiss is very comforting and soft

it isn’t very long, but it doesn’t border on a peck, but you know that it didn’t cut your breath off too much

it wasn’t very confident, but due to the softness, it was very clean (again, for lack of a better word)

10/10, softest kiss with the softest boi

Nishinoya Yuu

let’s get one thing straight

this boy is whipped for you and everyone knows it

and it’s all due to your personality

so your appearance probably wouldn’t matter much to him

someone kind, chivalrous and very intelligent is who i think he’d go for

otherwise, the kiss would probably happen, yet again

AT A VOLLEYBALL GAME HOLY SHI-

seriously though, whether it was a practice game or not, doesn’t matter.

anyways

i imagine that karasuno is at training camp

(and we’ll just pretend that things worked out better for them in the games)

either way, they are in the second set

they’re riding a deuce, back and forth

tension is high, the players are starting to lose momentum.

the team managers (including you) overlooking the match are on the edges of their seats.

it isn’t until karasuno snags two back-to-back points that tensions drop and the crows start a small celebration

unlike yaku’s though, this is an immediate reaction from noya

he runs off the court and to the bench where he jumps at you and just

BIG romantic gesture, of course

YOUR FIRST KISS!

the kiss was very messy and excitable

just like your upbeat libero!

but it still held a lot of meaning for the both of you

while daichi is trying not to scream, the rest of the team is either watching in disgust, jealousy, or are ‘awwing’ at the situation

(let’s be honest, though - daichi would silently be cheering you and noya on, he just has to keep up the captain responsibilities,y’know?)

it was fast, full of (accidental) teeth, and a little messy, but it was very loving and passionate

and he didn’t want to let go

whenever you tried to pull away he’d giggle a little and pull you back in

it’d take daichi or coach ukai to pry him off you

and they’d be a little angry

but who can be completely angry when the second-year’s ‘it’ couple just had a romantic breakthrough?

anyway, it’d leave you flustered and just

reader.exe has stopped working

but you enjoyed it and noya couldn’t wipe the smile off his face for the rest of the day

general summary: unintentionally rough, but very passionate and very excited (if you know what I mean - nothing naughty)

more messy than the both of you thought, but it was perfect for the moment

ok, but like seriously-

he’d be an amazing boyfriend, change my mind-

Ryuunosuke Tanaka

let’s kickstart this with his s/o

very feminine, but also very brash

someone that knows what they’re worth but isn’t afraid to be a little (again) ‘feminine’

possibly another athlete

maybe a volleyball player...? *wink wink*

this is gonna sound horrible but

i can’t picture him OR noya having their first kiss unless it’s at a volleyball game

like, it’s not as if they go anywhere else, they just seem like the sports-kiss kinda people

ANYWAY

heres the twist

HE is watching YOU play this time

being the ace of your team, the pressure is on when your team is struggling to keep the points up in the third set

it’s a literal game of back and forth, and you’re about ready to lose your shit

but you need to remain calm or else the team morale will drop

you’ve been pushing, but after the rotation, things have been going worse than before

tanaka is watching all of this go down with the rest of the boys volleyball club

and while everyone (excluding tsukishima) is stressed, tanaka is BY FAR the one stressing the most

like-

his baby and their team are losing rapidly at this point

c’mON gET thE ROtAtiON sO MY BabY CaN GeT THe PoINt!

is what he’s thinking, though he knows that’s not going to work

(i mean, maybe it would. if he thinks that thought hard enough-)

either way, the other team calls a time out, and while they are elaborating on what to do

tanaka shouts from the stands

and that little (pfFT WHO ARE WE KIDDING-) action gave you the hope to continue the game

when the game starts back up, everyone is back on track and scoring point after point.

it’s starting to scare the living crap out of your opponents

but the boys watching the game are rooting even louder

as the game comes to an end, and your team is only one point away from the total win

you spike the ball, and the opposing players freeze

EASILY one of your most powerful spikes

and EASILY the action that leads to tanaka trying to prevent himself from running away right then and there

(though he was failing physically, daichi was holding him back by his jacket lol)

as your team lined up and left, that was when tanaka had the overwhelming urge to tackle you

(he didn’t, which you’ll see later, but you found the thought endearing after he told you)

your team is gone, the Karasuno boys team is getting ready to leave

(daichi is still holding tanaka back)

when some of the boys are gone and your team is starting to load themselves into their vehicles, you spot tanaka

you signal that you are gonna go to your teammate

“go for it! i can wait, y/n.”

when you walk over there, you thank daichi and hug tanaka

the hug triggers tears

(”you did so well i-”)

but like, seriously, imagine the inspiration and pure joy he feels - who wouldn’t be crying?

when you realize this you pull away

THIS moment is when he takes his chance

he cups your face when you two pull apart from the hug and just kisses you

passionate, messy, emotional

that and so much more

it is made up of things that can’t be put into words

when you pull away, you two are both super giggly

and hesitant to leave each other

so you spring the suggestion that he joins your team for the celebratory dinner

(he agrees)

anyway, the kiss is very much him

very brash, but very emotional, and very proud (in a good way)

10 out of 10, would recommend tanaka kisses

Chikara Ennoshita

now, this man does not get enough love

and i want to provide for you ennoshita fans

that being said, his girlfriend is most likely someone close to him

laid-back, intelligent, and carrying an amount of grounded energy

you two would probably even be in the same class

(this boy is smart, okay? i feel like he’d be drawn to his s/o’s intelligence)

that being said, the place where the kiss would happen?

ok, get this - study session

the one where he is tutoring noya and tanaka at tanaka’s house

but after that

think ‘hey, i’m hungry - you wanna get some food?’ ‘oh god, please-’

so...

over ramen after a study session

you two had just helped those two lovable knuckleheads with their studies

it was chaotic, it was draining, and you were barely thriving

though you did enjoy tutoring

and ennoshita found that slightly odd

but endearing

and it made him silently gush

‘holy- s/o is an angel. how did i get a literal angel.’

the two of you were making small talk, and discussing the upcoming exams

questions that revolved around arranging study dates and how you think you’d do

no doubt that the both of you were gonna do well, it just happened to come up

and allow the both of you to hype each other up just a little bit

just very calmly

either way, you two had discovered something that

you were hungry

your stomach growled on the walk to your house, and while you were slightly embarassed, ennoshita was gushing at your reaction

he had immediately decided to make a detour

“you can’t go home hungry, s/o. i’ll get you some ramen.”

you were blushing, but you were aware of the fact that your parents wouldn’t want to see you cooking something at 11 pm

you two ran to coach ukai’s shop and, while he was very wary since it was near closing, he shrugged it off

(you two didn’t know it, but he always found you two perfect for each other. he found your relationship adorable, and he left you two to your own business because of that)

you two grabbed some ramen, ennoshita paid (much to your mild chagrin), and you two waved goodbye and left for your house again

eventually, you two decided to settle on a bench after eating and walking became a chore

it was then that ennoshita was able to truly relax

and observe you

and see your adorable chipmunk cheeks as you were eating

and he just knew

he knew that this was the night that he was waiting for

when you were finished with your ramen and stood up to throw it away, he grabbed your wrist

very light, very feather-like, but it was firm in a metaphorical sense

you could tell he was waiting for something so you stopped

“what’s going on?”

he simply stood up and cupped your cheek

and he kissed you

it was soft, it was gentle

with it being under the starry night sky, too - oh my the both of you were in awe

easily an ironically romantic situation when you stop and consider that it was you dropping an empty cup of ramen on the concrete

you were reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck

and once you did, the cup fell and the two of you pulled away

you both peeked down at the ground before chuckling a little and pecking each other on the lips

to conclude: romantic, romantic, r o m a n t i c

this boy is so gentle, so sweet, and so loving and honestly-

the kiss was too

no other words for it except ‘slightly ridiculous’ and ‘beautiful’

#daichisawamura #daichi #daichi x reader #asahiazumane #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #nishinoyayuu #nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #ryuunosuke tanaka #ryuunosuketanaka #tanaka x reader #chikaraennoshita #ennoshita #ennoshita x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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Fun with Zodiac Signs: Zack/Aerith/Cloud/Tifa

NOTE: Not really shipping related, this is just for fun I was idly doing based on tweet that came up on my timeline and people who try it are freak out of how accurate it is; even those who doesn’t really believe about personality traits from zodiac sign. This is the tweet:

So I went to “universal-tao-eproducts” and got what I copy-paste below. The sun signs are taken from their official bday. To get the moon one, you need to put your birth place in Birth Chart. I put Texas as Cloud & Tifa’s birth place for Nibelheim’s reference and the result is crazy accurate for them. I have no idea about Aerith which city in our earth similar to Icicle Inn so I pick the combination of moon sign that describe Aerith the most. As for Zack, since his bday isn’t given by SE (ugh, why?)... so this is the most accurate combination for me to headcanoning his bday^^.

AGAIN, THIS IS ACCURATE AS FUCK.

Zack Fair -- HC: Sep 23-29, 1984: Libra Sun, Sagittarius Moon (air/fire) why up to Sep 29? because he died on Sep 30

FREEDOM FIGHTER

You must have the room to believe and do, as you want. You most admire honesty, both in yourself and in others. You are never fearful to do what you think is moral or to say precisely what you feel. Your outlook is idealistic and your perspective is broad and extensive, but you may have some bewilderment when you find that others do not always match your standards of integrity or subscribe to your strange beliefs. You draw people to you with your free-spirited, courageous, and cheerful nature. Because your character is very self-governing, excitable, and restive; freedom is what you need most. You become incensed when someone tries to limit your expressive style or infringe on your way of life, even though you are even-tempered in most cases. Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses is a Libra-Sagittarian preference, so even if you believe you are always being truthful and uncomplicated in your dealings, there are times when brutal idealism stops you from perceiving the whole truth. Do not allow philosophy to rule every move or blind you to the more pragmatic parts of life just because your convictions are admirable. You like to play with abstract notions and ideas as an intellectual and details always slow you down. You prefer thinking about the infinite of surveying the universe to balancing your checkbook. Many of your lofty ideas can be put to good use in a more practical realm. Nothing is better for the Libra-Sagittarian than to go off on an African safari or an Alaskan expedition, so go ahead and book your ticket. Any sort of physical exercise is good for you. You are an idealist with love, as with all things. Fantasizing about your perfect lover is usually the start. You are a great lover and are giving, affectionate, and open. Unfortunately most of them stay stuck in your mind, just because you lack discipline. Mix it with some good old-fashioned common sense and think of what you could do with all that inspiration. The barriers have been broken before. Imagination is a very powerful aspect of your combination. Do not let your overactive mind take you off into Fantasy Land in the middle of a chat or a day at work. Fantasy is not a substitute for experience, but you admittedly you do need both to be healthy. It is likely that you feel a need to travel to faraway lands because your Libra-Sagittarius combination has a lot of restless energy and inquisitiveness.

Aerith Gainsborough -- Feb 07, 1985: Aquarius Sun, Pisces Moon (air/water)

TRUE BELIEVER

You are a very kind and helpful person and are able to identify and sympathize with almost everybody. Your innocent soul is humble, generous, and sensitive. You know the difference between right and wrong because you have an innate sense of integrity and wisdom. But your spirituality is not always synchronized with pragmatic common sense. You have no cunning or shrewdness and are completely trusting. Your faith in other is total and you would be eaten alive if other people were not so kind to you. Fortunately people never fail to respond in a positive way to your innocence. There is a dreamy look that Aquarius-Pisceans have and it seems they have just woken up and do not know where they are. This approach is used in everything, as though existence is carried on in several dimensions. If you see the entire world at once, you get mixed up because you cannot really separate the parts. It is possible a religious path might be for you because you are quite spiritual. Some Aquarius-Pisceans are even drawn to the monastic life. Furthermore, you may be especially tuned in to the occult and the mysterious. More mainstream people find this quite odd about you. Your imagination is strong and you have a very visual mental framework. Given the right motivation and teaching, you might be an artist or other creative entrepreneur. However you must acquire some direction and discipline from others to be successful. Without this, you are a ship with no rudder to guide you to your destination. You are a sponge for the stress or feelings around your environment. That is a strong influence on you. Meditating, reading, or listening to music from time to time is good for you. However, you must be careful that isolation does not take you away from involvement with others. High technology or heavy competition is not suited for you as a career. Involve yourself in a profession where you can use your compassionate and humanitarian feelings. Or perhaps think in terms of using your powerful clairvoyant skills. Because of your detached character, people might think that you are uncaring. Aquarian detachment may lead others to believe that you are not very sensitive, but the opposite is actually true.

Cloud Strife -- Aug 11, 1986: Leo Sun, Scorpio Moon (fire/water)

VACILLATOR

You relish a good battle and, in fact, if there is not a lot of competition, you feel somewhat cheated and let down. You are very motivated and determined, even though you show a playful image to the world. You probably believe that, if you ever revealed yourself, you would give your enemies an advantage, even though most of your enemies exist solely in your mind. Consequently you are very secretive in order to protect yourself. You view yourself and humanity with the greatest importance and you are a very intense Leo. Your approach is almost always a serious one. Jokes at your expense are not thought of kindly. You generally have a master plan for life, and you carefully follow it because you are purposeful, bold, and aggressive about everything. A kind of wall is built around you. You desire all the comfort, authority, and control you can get from life. You like material possessions and are sensual. Nothing can hold you back after you have set your sights on a job, toy, or romance. You go after your aims with quiet firmness, and your charisma, self-assurance, and ruthless willpower help you to get them. You have a lot of determination, fortitude, and a strong sense of purpose because both signs of your combination are fixed, but that also makes you obstinate and rigid, especially pertaining to your beliefs. It is very hard for you to accept the views or opinions of others. You are very independent and you seldom compromise. You have a very low stress threshold thanks to your rigidity. Aggression, irritation, or injured pride cannot be held in for very long and it is generally released quickly. You are obstinate and somewhat spirited. You are very insightful and astute to the ways of the world unlike most Leos. Finance, management, and business attract you, as do most things involving competition. You have probably experienced strong creative desires, however. A Scorpio Moon can inspire and assist the creative needs of the Leo Sun. You rarely follow through on those artistic desires because you are so worried about instant gratification including things such as when you might get your promotion or have your next sexual conquest. You might be the next van Gogh or Picasso if you would redirect some of those sensual drives and use some restraint. In this lifetime, when there is so much going on, your creative talents are not likely to find an outlet.

Tifa Lockhart -- May 3, 1987: Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon (earth/water)

PROVIDER

There is an insecurity and restraint about you too. This results in a person who shows an exterior that is stable, while internally there is insecurity. There is a gentle kindness in you that attracts others. You also have a charming and tactful nature to go with it. You realize that aggression does not work nearly as well as diplomacy. Handling people well is an inborn trait, as is your almost instant adaptability to situations. You seem to be on everyone’s side at the same time. You carry yourself with an air of confidence. You are controlled in your approach to life and this makes you seem secure. This combination has a Taurus side that is dedicated, motivated, and sensual. The Cancer aspect shows sensitivity along with imagination. Caution is necessary if you do not want to lose your own identity in this process of trying to please everyone. As you move on in age, do not allow yourself to become self-satisfied and smug because a big part of you is easily satisfied with your life. Push yourself beyond what you see as your limitations and this will surely help round out your life. It would be a shame to waste your numerous strong points and talents. Creativity in design or architecture are places you can showcase your wonderful imagination and artistic talents. However, professions that provide more financial security because of your Moon in Cancer attract you. Undertaking a career that is a gamble is unlikely because it goes against your basic nature. The Taurus powers of concentration and the Cancer Moon provide an ability to understand and remember what you have learned. However, you also keep a ledger grounded in emotions such that you remember every insult, rejection, threat or other circumstance for a very long time. You pout in preference to discussing your feelings of hurt or anger. You can become a cynical and sluggish person if you experience a serious emotional setback in the form of rejection. Obviously, releasing negative feelings like anger is best for you and this means expressing them openly. Aggression is almost unknown to you because you are a peaceful person. Luckily, the vast majority of people respond to you kindly because you will probably not come to your own defense. Occasionally though, it is imperative to state your views.

COMPATIBILITY & STORY RELATION

FYI, Sun Sign represent exterior self, ego---dictates what we want out of this life, how we view the world, and how we interact/express with others. Moon sign represent inner self---especially when you’re alone, a personality that is often unknown to others unless they’re so close to you and understand you on that level, reflecting emotion/feeling, desire, and fear.

Zack & Aerith’s sun sign is air; the most expressive tribe. Air sign is social butterfly, flirtatious, and they quickly drag you to their life. They are truth-seeker to put their right belief onto before action and curious about many things in the world. You also could see them externally similar as fuck and being happy couple, no need explanation, do you agree? Meanwhile, as the one who has fire element under the sun sign, Cloud has the highest ego and fiery personality upfront. You see how he alienated himself and pick up fights since kid because he thinks he’s the best of everyone. He’s also someone who hardly admit his weakness and prefer to cover it. But his exterior energy matches Zack’s inner self. His desire of what he want to become is what Cloud carries for the rest of his life and put into real action. Like the name, Earth sign, Tifa is the most grounded character and the most stable outside while Zack-Aerith-Cloud are turbulent/chaotic people.

Surprisingly, Aerith-Cloud-Tifa are emotionally similar as they all carry water element as their moon sign: sensitive, depth of feeling, private, empathetic. So they all can be compatible each other to understand feeling while Zack is the most rational one who uses mind more than heart. The difference is... As Pisces, Aerith is the most selfless. As Scorpio, Cloud is the most secretive. As Cancer, Tifa is the most nurturing. Meanwhile, Zack & Tifa has no compatibility, both of their sun and moon sign are all opposites. Story-wise, they also have no interaction other than a week in Nibelheim where Tifa guided Zack to Nibel reactor, texted him about blond SOLDIER, and he felt responsible for the incident happened to her.

PS: I also search for Barret (Dec 15, 1972) and tweet it on my Twitter account, he’s Zack’s reversion: Sagittarius Sun-Libra Moon; probably gonna do more characters!

#cloud strife #Aerith Gainsborough #tifa lockhart #zack fair #final fantasy vii #text

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A Path I Can’t Follow (1)

Chapter 1: What Came Before | Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: It was a matter of life and death—the question is, should it be the life of many or one, the death of many or one? Cal Kestis makes what ought to be the biggest and hardest decision of his life as he is pitted with a question of high stakes and morals. He descends to the Dark Side and becomes an Inquisitor. A choice he openly made for the sake of saving you, even if you didn't know you needed it until it was too late

Tags: Dark Side! Cal Kestis, Inquisitor! Cal Kestis

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It felt like time had stopped ticking for that one moment.

Cal’s heart pounded loudly through his chest, despite the flurry of emotions wounding between you and him, it was beating rather in a calm rhythm.

Every plea you uttered, echoed and then drowned by the eruption of geysers.

“Please, Cal,” you stepped closer to him so that you reach to touch his face. “Stop this. Stop this and come home with me.”

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “Don’t you see that this is the better choice? A choice that either you or I should have done a long time ago?”

He continued to justify himself. It was for the best, he says. This could do some much good that you two have been lacking all this time, he presses. A twisted smile curled in his face alarmed you, though you remained stubborn with yourself, you had hoped to convince him back.

Your heart broke and ached so much that you felt your chest suffocating you.

“This isn’t you…” you said shakily, on the verge of tears. “I don’t know the person I’m looking at anymore!”

Cal’s lips parted, his once-soft expression was quick to transform into a face seething with rage and greed.

“I will do…” your voice quivered as you hesitated to reach for the hilt on your belt.

“It doesn’t have to be this way!” Cal roared, fighting to get you to his side—not the other way around.

You didn’t even realize that your hand was moving on its own, your fingers clamped around the elegant cylinder and gave a quick tug.

“I will do what I must.”

One lightsaber being ignited was followed by another.

Your eyes trailed blankly to the red beam of light, a second beam was ignited, appearing out of the other end of his black hilt.

There was no other way to settle this. Both of you positioned yourselves in stances. As quick as the blink of an eye, both of you lunged at one another until your lightsabers collided and sparked with one another.

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BEFORE CAL’S DESCENT, CURRENT TIMELINE

The two of you were training as usual in Bogano, the whole planet was your training course and playground. For today, you were training separately—you were meditating in the Fractured Plain, sitting on one of the pale, stone pillars. The minutes felt like hours whenever you fall into a trance. Your eyelids slowly shoot up and blinked when the sunlight caught in your eye.

On your left periphery, you found Cere carefully standing by the edge of the plateau.

“Oh, [y/n]! Sorry, did I disturb your meditation?”

You shake your head with smile, “Not at all. I was just done actually.”

“That’s good. Could you do me a favor?”

“Sure!”

“Find Cal and when you do, both of you come to the Mantis, okay?”

“Alright, I will,” you beamed.

Cere thanked you and left. Shortly after she disappeared, you stood up and proceeded to find Cal. You mutter to yourself a question.

“Now, where could that redhead be?”

You hopped from one stepping stone to another until you reached the plateau of the Boggdo Sinkholes. Suddenly, you were very quick to trust your instincts—which you usually take with a grain of salt—and followed the path to the sinkholes. You were certain that he was there because you can feel him really close, although you just can’t see him.

“Cal?” you called into the horizon, assuming that he was in the surface with you.

There was no response, just the distant caws of the birds and the chittering of the Sploxes and Bog Rats combined. You surveyed the distance, squinting your eyes as you peered in the direction of the Vault—nothing. There was nothing in the western part of the plains.

You look to your feet and decide to try going underground in search of Cal. The den below was the nearest place to start—despite you objecting to it with your intense dislike to the place and the memories it held, although they were quite funny, fond ones.

The puddle water splashed as the soles of your boots fell hard and flat onto the surface. You expected a jumpscare the moment you landed in, but to no avail. The search for Cal continues. The wind howled and whistled against the limestone walls of the damp den.

His name echoed across the hollow cavern. Little did you know that he was waiting for you in the dark tunnel that connected the den to the outside world and vice versa. He’s been in position since he heard you land. He hugged the wall and peered over to see if you were stepping into the tunnel.

“I swear if you jump on me, Cal,” you warned to the empty tunnel.

After two steps, Cal did jump on you, emerging out of the darkness, you let out a cry in reaction. He comes to you laughing and then wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off your feet before your mind could process what just happened seconds ago.

“Gotcha there good, didn’t I?”

“You’re lucky I didn’t have my lightsaber out for a light!”

Cal continued on laughing, you relished the sound of his pure laughter as he teased you in a child-like innocence. He got you pinned against the wall, now his teasing has gotten into a whole, new meaning. That beguiling smile has transformed into a mischievous, somehow wanton one.

“What’s up with that look?” you breathed as the tips of your noses brushing against each other.

“What look?” he smirked, inching closer to you and pressed his lips to yours.

He kissed you long and hard, gently sucking your lower lip and you softly moan in response. You dipped your tongue into his mouth, swirling it inside; he reels you in much closer until his hip brushes against your lower abdomen.

You pulled away playfully giggling, preventing him by putting your finger on his lip.

“What is it?”

“It feels kinda weird kissing…” your eyes circled the cavern. “Here.”

“Then let’s take it someplace else—say, the abode?” he suggestively flicks his eyebrow up, retaining the smirk on his face.

You scoffed a chuckle, “I’d really love nothing more than that but… Cere told me to find you and get our butts to the Mantis,”

He groaned childishly, buried his face on your neck as a tantrum while his arms remained in embrace around your waist.

“Come on, race ya for it?”

“Aww, you’re on!”

The sooner he released you from his grasp, he turned tail and propelled himself into a sprint out of the tunnel.

“Hey, no fair! You got a headstart!”

“Don’t fall behind then!”

The two of you appeared out of the tunnel, you nimbly shimmied on the narrow pipe that served as a bridge, and Cal’s agile feet carried him and let him run the wall while neck-and-neck with you. Leaping across gaps was once a daring feat when you first arrived in Bogano, but now you know the place like the back of your hand and jumping off from one platform to the other was second nature.

BD-1 jumped to the start of the zipline to which Cal clung onto and slid across the gap, meanwhile, you fished out your own zipline handlebar and caught up quickly with Cal. The two of you were practically next to each other when you landed.

Only a few meters remained before you could reach the ship. If there was anything you could pit against Cal, it’s your speed—no matter how large he closes the gaps with his long jumps, he always finds himself directly by your side.

The Boglings chittered and twitched their floppy ears when they heard the sound of footsteps—to them, it sounded like a stampede, enough to quake their underground tunnels and burrows. They quickly popped back into their holes the moment they felt your presence.

“I’m gonna win!” you jeered.

“Oh, we’ll see about that!”

You were ahead by an arm’s length, but Cal snatched you the same way he scooped you up in his arms back in the Bogdo’s cavern. You squealed in laughter as he lifted and spun you off your feet.

“Cal! Put me down! I was so close!”

“Closer to me is much better!” he chirped.

Cal put you back on the ground, riddled your cheeks and forehead with kisses before the two of you step into the Mantis. Cere appeared at the entry ramp, she heard your frolicking noises when the pair of you were three feet away outside.

“Oh good, you two came here just in time,” she motioned her head to the inside of the ship. She didn’t wait for a response, she expected you to follow.

You gathered in the lounge sofa, a hologram puck was noticeably sitting in the center of the table. Cere switched it on and out comes the bust image of a female Togruta—a feeling of familiarity washes over when you laid eyes on the person’s picture.

“Who is this?” Cal asked, leaning closer to the glitching hologram.

“This, Cal, is Fulcrum. Of course, that’s not her real name, but I know we can trust her,”

“How so? What does she have to do with us?” your questioning tone was a complete contrast to Cere’s rather optimistic, certain voice.

Your skepticism didn’t waver Cere’s confidence. She continued explaining your business with the Togruta.

“She’s a spy, she told me about the location of another Jedi holocron,”

“Another holocron?”

“You seem surprised—most Jedi have left and kept holocrons way before the Purge. In Fulcrum’s case, she can only provide the location,” Cere stood up from her seat and strode towards the holotable, her fingers dexterously flicked from one button to the next, typing the coordinates on the keypad until a hologram projection of a planet fizzles into existence.

The two of you approached the holotable, the land masses were colored in dark grey and red, suggesting a volcanic environment. Your eyebrows furrow, this planet was new to you.

“Mustafar?” you guessed.

“No. Located in the Pagaron System, in the Outer Rim, this is the planet Magyon—its environment is similar to Sullust, it’s a wasteland riddled with hot-gas geysers. It has an inactive volcano, I doubt we’ll get any closer to that. There is an old Jedi temple in the east, hopefully there will be a settlement where we can safely land in while we search for the holocron.”

“Did Fulcrum say the holocron will be in that temple ruins?”

“I’d like to think so. What matters is that we need to get to it first before the Inquisitors could beat us to it,”

From Cere’s body language, she is itching to leave Bogano in the next second, she just happened to be polite enough to anticipate some questions—and she was right about that.

“I got one question. Who is the Jedi who hid the holocron there?”

Your outspoken manner and insightfulness always intrigued Cere, regardless of how you delivered it. As a matter of fact, Cere was beginning to think you take after Cal.

“Master Plo Koon. Do you know him?” she directed the question to both of you.

“Not personally. Though, I met him one time during a conference with the Council,” Cal answered.

“I met him through a hologram, might have bumped into him once or twice in the halls,”

“I see. Well, I suppose I should let you two pack up and prepare before we take off.”

“Sure,”

Cere dismissed herself from you presence and retreated to her seat in the cockpit, always tinkering with the communications and whatever other technicalities that go with it.

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findingtheperfectcharacter · 4 years

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Call me Pride

I'm eager and maybe just a little dumb because I was REALLY eager to write the 'whys ' of Roman's fall and... Yeah... I tweaked a lot. Anyway this is loosely based on this prompt https://vaugleysassygrunt.tumblr.com/post/186357032949/whoa-okay-hear-me-out-here-open-prompt-but and was started before the recent episodes so Deceit's still nameless and the reasoning has nothing to do with All That.

Warnings for Unsympathetic Roman, Sympathetic Logan, Patton, Deceit and Remus, Toxic Roceit, Pride slaps someone, and sexual and violent humor (though nothing explicit happens.)

Roman knew this was coming. He had once again failed to create a video and it was time to get another lecture from Logic about scheduling and due dates. Ugh, for once he didn't want to respond when he was summoned. But he knew if he didn't rise up he'd be forced to come out unless he locked himself in his room and he certainly wasn't going to duck out over a matter like this. With a huff, he rose up.

Logic was starring at him, he always felt judged when he looked at him like that. Brown eyes narrowed through his rounded frames. "Roman, Thomas claimed that he was unable to create this weeks video due to quote 'lack of creative fervor'." He made air quotes with his hands when he said that, "And considering this is your department I believe it is of utmost importance to hear from you what is going on."

Roman shook his head, "Feeling as Princely as ever." He posed as if to prove it.

Logan looked at him for a few seconds and hummed curiously. Roman felt naked as he was starring at him, like the Logical side was reading his mind and noticing every unsavory flaw. He could barely hide his relief when he turned back to Thomas.

"Perhaps the others could help shine a metaphorical light on this situation."

Thomas nodded and moved his hand up, "Anxiety, Morality." He called summoning the two. Virgil looked even more anxious than usual, his eye shadow slightly smeared and his leg bouncing where he stood. Roman felt a twang of guilt in his chest.

"Virgil, Patton, can either of you explain why Thomas has not been creatively productive lately." Logan asked.

Patton cocked his head, "Not a clue Scooby Doo."

"I am not a fictional dog that helps a gang of people solve problems. I am a representation of Thomas's Logic you should know this by now."

"Yeah but the rhyme sure was neat!"

Virgil raised an eyebrow, "Haven't we done this before? Like, two times? It's probably going to be repetitive to the audience if we make yet another episode dealing with Logan and Roman having problems creating videos. They might think you're complaining to make them feel bad for you. Or worse, they might get bored and leave."

Patton struggled to keep his cheerful smile, "Aw come on now kiddo, sometimes lessons just take a bit to stick. The audience will understand that."

Logan frowned, "Returning to the topic at hand, if it isn't an excess of Anxiety, or moralizing your work that's causing this problem." He knit his brows and his lips pursed, "Is it me again?" He turned to Roman, " Roman, please tell me if I am once again putting too much pressure on you to create. I said I would work on being less, " he cleared his throat, "Overbearing but I'm not used to it yet."

He looked Roman in the eyes, "If I have failed in that recently, I would rather be told then to live in ignorance of my mistakes, as hard as that may be."

Roman hesitated, he knew the truth. This had nothing to do with Logan, or Virgil, or Patton. He'd lied about feeling like his Princely Self, he telt like his creations this last moth had been lackluster at best. Not even half as good as they needed to be to be taken to the front of Thomas's conscious.

But he couldn't tell the others that, they would think he was insecure and if there was one thing Roman wasn't, it was insecure.

Instead he said, "I admit, the schedule has stopped me from being the best Prince that I can be. "He looked at the ground, mostly due to his own guilt over lying, he didn't want to see Logan's face. He didn't want to see how Virgil's eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"I see... Next time I promise I will ask for your input when building our scheduled to stop you from feeling so overwhelmed. "

Roman forced a small smile, "Thanks teach." He cleared his throat, " And with that I've got some things to create! "He sunk out returning to his room. He sighed and slumped on his bed, closing his eyes, giving a groan like a door with unoiled hinges. He felt like taking an hour long nap.

He heard a slow cap above him. "Oh bravo, Roman." A familiar voice drawled. He reached for his sword, staring face to face with the snake himself. His confident smirk didn't leave his face despite the sword at his nose. "I honestly couldn't have done it better myself."

Roman glared at him, "You better have a good reason for being in my room snakes -and-liars."

Deceit chuckled, "Oh but surely you've noticed Roman," he circled around him, Roman's sword texture changed to foam as his confidence wavered. "I bet it took you ages to find an outfit of yours that white."

Roman barely held back a growl. He was right of course, even as he stood here his golden epaulets were turning a sterling silver like the others.

"I’m sure Patton will never find out about your little secret. He's so unobservant." Deceit said, looking at his fingernails despite the fact that he was wearing gloves. "No one's ever tried to hide their nature from him after all." He smiles with a glint in his eye that made Roman's heart pound. "Which means we'll never see each other again Roman. "He blew a kiss and sunk out back to his side of the mindscape.

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Remus kept glancing at the end of the hallway. He'd been checking since last Thursday when Deceit told him about how Roman was changing,but he couldn't help it! It'd been years since his brother had been on the same side as him. His stomach was doing flip flops like a fish out of water five seconds from the butcher chopping him into pieces. He wondered if he'd be willing to play with him. He could barely hide his cackle when he thought of the havoc they'd wreak together!

In the void a new door was starting to form, Remus squealed with delight and ran to Deceit's door, "DECEIT! DECEIT!" He squealed as he banged on the bright yellow door, "He's coming, he's coming!"

Deceit opened the door, his sleeping cap slightly askew , his eyes tired, "Remus how many times do I have to tell you I have no interest in the details of the porn you watch?"

Remus shakes his head, "No no, not that, though you should SEE what I was watching earlier, oh the things a man can do with whips." he moaned and squirmed but quickly shook his head, no Remus, focus. " But that's not what I meant! There's a new door in the hall! "

Deceit suddenly seems far more awake as he walked out into the hallway standing next to Remus. The pair watched as the symbol of a bright red throne with a silver tiara above it etched itself into the door. Remus was slightly confused by why his symbol would change, but hey, if his brother hadn't changed a little bit he wouldn't be down here!

The door glowed and finally opened revealing him in all his glory, the midnight colored prince outfit with silver twinges along his neck and wrists, the bright red cape that flowee across his back, the silver tiara glimmering with jewels that looked just as much a part of him as his hands or toes.

Remus couldn't help himself and tackled his brother to the ground, "ROMAN! Is that blood on your cape? It's the same color, can I lick it?"

Roman grunted and sat himself up, "Hello Remus, nice to see you here. Ruining my clothing with your filth." Deceit offered his hand to Roman to help him up and he took it.

"As if any amount of filth could affect your radiance your Highness." Deceit purred.

Roman puffed his hair, "Oh I know, but I hate getting dirty."

Remus huffed a bit, it seemed like his brother was still himself in some ways. But he wouldn't give up hope that quickly. "ROMAN RO RO RO, since you're a darkside now, we have to play together in the imagination together again, ohhh we could give Thomas the NASTIEST thoughts, you haven't seen Mr. Poo yet! Oh you'll love him, he just has the cutest little fangs-"

Roman frowned, "I don't think I like that."

Remus blinked, " Mr. Poo? "

Roman shook his head, "No no, that's..." He rolled his eyes, "Fine I guess. That name you called me. "

"Roman? But that's your name."

Roman shook his head, "But I don't feel like Roman. Until I find a name that feels more suitable, you may call my by my role." He straightened himself up, a glittering smile on his face, " Pride. "

Deceit held Pride's hand in his own and kissed him gently, "Charmed."

Pride looked back at him, flashing that dazzling smile, "The feeling's mutual."

Remus looked from one side to the other, "Are you two going to fuck or can I take him to the Imagination."

Deceit’s face burned a bright red but Pride seemed relatively unbothered, “Feel free to lead the way.”

Remus’s face broke into his usual wide smile and he grabbed Pride’s hand sinking them into his room. The lights in the room flashed, quickly switching colors randomly. There was something leaking against the wall, it was either slime or blood it was nearly impossible to tell with the constant NOISE of the place. From the loud screams at random intervals, to the shepherds tones that rose endlessly in the background. Pride walked around carefully but still managed to step on one of Remus’s 5 living hands that slept on the floor. He shrieked as it bit his shoes with unnaturally sharp teeth. Remus flicked it off of him and it quickly flew off.

“Ah, finally!” He said, as he found a small doorknob on the ground. He opened it up and the room was filled with the pale yellow light of the imagination. He grabbed Roman by the shoulders, “Okay, as soon as you get there, don’t panic. Just summon wings or some other method to fly.” His grin widened, eyes sparkling, “Think you can handle it?”

Pride looked confused at first than puffed out his chest when Remus asked his question, “Of course I can.”

Remus gave a delighted squeal, grabbed his hand and the pair of them jumped into the hole. The sky was a dark and stormy grey, it looked like there was going to be another knife storm. Remus closed his eyes and felt dark, leathery wings errupt from his back. He frowned, debating on the color, did he want to keep them black or change to green, or maybe he could have it flash the worst version of every color! Shit-stain brown, puke green, mustard yellow oh what delight!

At first he assumed the screaming came from one of his screaming trees, they played the most haunting melodies when it rained, but when he looked down he instead saw a flash of red light hurling towards the ground. He gasped and divebombed to catch him, his repeated thought of, "Don 't imagine long, dark piercing spikes under us ready to break into our stomachs, impaling us both," of course summoned long , dark piercing spikes below them.

Pride's screams only grew louder as he flaid about trying to grab onto something, anything that would stop him from hitting the harsh unforgiving ground. He could almost feel the rocks touching his stomach and pushong through-

Lucky for him though, Remus swooped down, catching him before he hit the rocks. He sat him down on the sandy ground, his eyes watered, though whether that was due go concern or the speed he'd been flying at was anyone's guess.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice was more gentle than he'd usually seem capable of.

Pride sneered, "I'm fine, thanks for the rocks, bet it made you feel even more like a hero when you saved me huh? "

Remus stepped back, genuinely confused, "That made as much sense as Woody fucking Palpatine."

Pride harrumphed, and took a step foreward, "You know exactly what I mean, you've always wanted to outshine me and now you've given yourself the chance to play the hero in here and pretend to save me. But guess what," he pressed a finger against Remus's chest. "I don't need anyone to help me or save me much less a disgusting little turd like you. I'm not pathetic little Roman anymore, I am strength, I am perfection, I am Prince Pride! "

Remus stared at him for a bit.

"The dust on your butt is shaped like a dick."

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Pride and Remus weren't talking anymore. Remus chewed on a can whistfully sitting in his room, "Just like old times. " Except during, 'old times ' Deceit wasn 't spending so much time simping to his brother. It was enough to make him puke hearing him compliment him, watching them ballroom dance in the kitch together the snake-side's head gently fit onto Pride's chest. Despite his distaste at their sentimentallity, he couldn't help but feel a little happy for them.

Until he wasn't that is. It was breakfast time.

"It was merely a suggestion -"Deceit backed away, but Pride pursued

"You think I'm WRONG? ! "Fire raged in the side's eye, "You think we'd be better off if Thomas ruins his LIFE-"

"It's one friendship Pride, and it's been far from healthy for Thomas to be involved in it."

The sound of a hand against skin echoed through the kitchen. There was a silence that lasted decades. Then the sound of a chair scrapping across the floor. Remus stood up and walked up to Pride who was looking down smugly at Deceit. Remus turned him around and grabbed him by the collar, "You can insult me, you can mock me, do whatever you want. But you will not. Touch. Him."

Pride huffed, "He shouldn't have argued with me! He's really the one who -"

Remus summoned a dirty sock and shoved it into his mouth, than threw him to the side. He walked up to Deceit, "Do I have permission? "

Deceit looked up with blurry, tear stained eyes and gave a nod. And just like that he was in the Light Side KItchen.

"ALRIGHT, HOW MANY BITCHES DO I HAVE TO KILL TO FIND OUT WHICH OF YOU BWSTARDS FUCKED UP MY BROTHER?!" Remus was as always a master of subtlty and persuation. Patton jumped about 10 feet just hearing his voice. Virgil bristled and hissed at him

Logan sighed, he supposed his pancakes would have to wait,"Good morning Remus."

Remus shook his head, "No pleasantries, Romwn fell and now he's a real pain in the ass, like a full sized plane up my ass, and I KNOW sides don't just go dark and change personalities for no reason so-" he poin ted at Patton, "What did you do to him?! "

Patton shook his head, "I-I didn 't- well okay I made him sink to the dark sides but-"

Logan adjusted his glasses, "He was starting to show unpleasant tendencies far before that. Patton decided that he'd be safer away from us after a disscussion in which he said," he took out a notecard, "You never let me live, you're all terrible critical beasts who I should have slain with my sword ages ago! If it weren't for you, Thomas would be perfect, I would be perfect, I'm sicm of being around you." he returned his notecard to his pocket.

Remus stared, "So it has nothing to do with you, than why? "

Virgil poured a glass of coffee black as his soul, "I don't know, none of us knows. Can't believe I'm saying this but I kind of miss the ego-driven Prince. "

Logan looked over his notes, "I have some theories but emotional reactions aren't really my area of expertise."

Remus rubbed his mustache as he thought it over, than his eyes turned bright and manic, "Do any of you have a battering ram?"

They all stare at him blankly, Patton's the first one to say anything, "Why?"

"To break into old Princy's room of course!"

#Unsympathetic Roman #Fanfiction #Call me Pride #Toxic roceit #Remus #Logan #Patton #Virgil #Pride Roman

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cowtale-utau · 4 years

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Sans/Ace INTJ vs ENTP

Welp this is not the full breakdown I’m working on but. This is contributing to that? I was asked about my type choice (which I super don’t mind! I love a good debate) and this will help in breaking down that part of the full work up. It’s super friggin long. I’d apologize, but I wouldn’t really mean it. Anyway, here we go.

First lets look at the functional stacks

INTJ / NiFeTiSe (NiTe) vs ENTP / NeTiFeSi (NeTi)

Ni – Internal intuition vs Ne – Extroverted intuition

Sans is suspiciously intuitive. There was no argument that Intuitive was going to be part of his typing. How the intuition functions and is used is where we have some point of potential debate. This comes down in many ways to how Jung viewed extroversion vs introversion. Extroverts are characterized as expansive and expressive, with short attention spans and rapidly shifting focus. They also tend to have relationships characterized by breath as opposed to depth. That is, many, more “shallow” relationships, rather than fewer, “deeper” connections. Conversely introverts are more focused and narrow, spending more time and energy on fewer things they give more value. Ne tends to have a wider range of hobbies and skills, while never focusing enough to master any, while Ni tends to develop mastery in fewer, selected areas. Ne also tends to want to bounce topics and visit many areas of conversation, while Ni wants to focus in on a singular topic to explore as deeply as possible. Ne wants to have many options while Ni wants to zero in on one singular answer.

Honestly, you can see traces of both Ne and Ni in Sans personality. He has a broad range of skills, and a pretty large number of arguably shallow “friendships”. He also keeps a very small number of deeper, more developed relationships, and there is evidence of him having a few areas he has a much deeper knowledge of.

Getting into the real differences is easier when you pair Ni/Ne with their respective sidekicks. Thus we have NiSe and NeSi. If we go by type theory Ni uses information Se has subconsciously gathered to find patterns and themes in their environment. They cast a wide sensory net to take clues from all possible inputs, visual, auditory, etc. They then use this data to compile a narrow underlying pattern. Conversely NeSi, draws on repeated snapshots of experiences to compile an established pattern to put forth a range of possible “what ifs”.

A simplification of what separates Ni from Ne can be put as such; Ni is insight, Ne is ingenuity. Both E and I express intuition in their focus on the metaphysical and theoretical. NJ's can be seen as less creative while NP's are less able to come up with convergent ideas. ENPs see several potentials in everything, they struggle to trace back to a single causality. ENPs often take a “spray and pray” method, and are surprised should they hit upon the correct answer. They won't likely trust this as the true answer until they've tested and exhausted all possibilities.

INTJ and ENTP functions are perfect flips of one another and are often mis-typed.

INTJ: Dominant: Introverted Intuition Auxilliary: Extraverted Thinking Tertiary: Introverted Feeling Inferior: Extraverted Sensing ENTP: Dominant: Extraverted Intuition Auxiliary: Introverted Thinking Tertiary: Extraverted Feeling Inferior: Introverted Sensing

Personally I'm inclined to lean towards Ni for Sans, but both are viable options. In fact both are so viable, that this breakdown wasn't particularly helpful. But it was interesting, and fun so I'm not mad I did it. So lets try this from a different angle. This time I'm going to ignore “stacks” and look at the purely E vs I, T vs P, etc break downs, and include my personal opinions on them, and how I got to the choice I did for Sans.

Introversion vs Extroversion

E – Energy is outward, towards people and things. Gains energy by being with people, batteries drain when alone. Need stimulation and are expressive. Like variety, action, and achievement. Communicate openly without censure. Allow conversation without conclusion. Take words at face value.

I – Energy focused inwards, towards ideas and concepts. Recharge with “me time”, drained by crowds and company. Tend to be reserved, and can seem subtle or “impenetrable”. Think before they act, often taking time to make a decision.

When I first typed Sans I had to ask, is he an introvert, or just depressed. I think it cannot be argued whether or not Sans suffers from depression. The indicators are there. It is a widely accepted view. However, I do not believe this excludes him from being an introvert. I see Sans as a social introvert. He likes people in general, enjoys crowds, from a comfortable distance. He keeps most relationships at arms length, and needs time alone to recoup. Sans is a very guarded and reserved individual, who can play at being an open book. He deflects with jokes and entertainment, but how many can say they are genuinely close to Sans. Even Papyrus is kept at a certain distance despite Sans clear love for his brother. I think Sans is kinda the poster child for the misconception that introverts are isolationists that hate people. They (cough we cough) aren't. They just need time to themselves to reorient, and re-energize. And that doesn't necessarily mean complete isolation either. This can often be achieved in the company of those held especially dear, or by simply withdrawing, even around company. This can be seen in Sans choosing to be at Grillby's but choosing a somewhat “closed” location. Yes he's towards the center of the room, but he's at the corner of the bar. He directly faces only Grillby. Or a common fanon example, Sans shutting down and allowing himself to be lugged around by Papyrus. He stays physically present, and is likely taking in the going ons, but has disengaged on a personal/social level.

Intuiting vs Sensing

S – Focus on immediate thought and sensory input. Trust conscious, limiting to facts and solid data. Pay attention to immediate, material, practical and “real”. Work on a clear schedule and use logic to work in a direct sequence. Practical, realistic, grounded, direct.

N – Process data on a deep, subconscious level, trusting “gut feelings”. Spot patterns and take broad high level “big picture” views. Enjoy ideas and theories, are willing to work with factual evidence on a “instinct”. Change and adapt plans as information changes.

While I suppose an argument could be made for either I'm inclined to pin Sans as an N. Especially if one dismisses the “Sans remembers resets” theory. One cannot deny he uses facial cues and behaviors to make “gut” predictions about the player character/Frisk. Sans does not strike me as one to stick to any schedule not externally enforced by others (Papyrus). He doesn't need solid proof to make an accurate assessment, and trusts his own instincts. Somewhat unrelated to current discussion but one could argue a case for Sans having some almost... Arrogance in this regard. He is so confident in his assessment that he calls you on it, despite having no solid, in hand, proof of any of his accusations. This is a man who trusts his own mind.

Thinking vs Feeling

T – Thing logically and with reason. Desire fairness and objectivity. Black/White mentality. Seek truth and clear use of the rules. Sometimes forget or dismiss the “person” variable. Prefer truth over tact. Analyze pros and cons, and when a decision is made, consider it done.

F – Make decisions based on the feelings and considerations of others. The 'person' element is the first and primary considered. Value harmony, and try to be tactful even at the cost of some truth. Some times overlook the “hard” facts and can come off idealistic.

Here's another area where both typings agree. Sans is very much to me a T. Despite his apparent “easy to get along with” nature he can clearly lack tact (as seen in his 'you'd be dead where you stand' line). It's clear he is capable of dismissing the “people” component as seen in a neutral run. Even if you are to kill his brother there is little reaction beyond a few (or single, I'm slightly tipsy and my memory sucks) lines about his upset. This could theoretically be blamed on the nihilism/depression we see present, but could also be tied into his objective way of thinking (and if one considers that he's at least distantly aware that the outcome isn't permanent than this way further leans into T type. He knows it isn't the end, and so can accept that even if his brother is dead now, he won't be later, allowing him to remove emotion from the equation). If his magic coloring is tied into the presented soul traits the desire for fairness and objectivity is clearly seen in his secondary (?) Justice trait. I also believe Sans very much has a Black/White view of morality/the world. You can see this in the neutral run. While he may not attack you in anything less than No Mercy/Genocide, he definitely calls you out. Even just reaching LV of 2 is enough for Sans to express disgust in both you and your actions. This suggests he has absolutely no leniency in his views.

Judging vs Perceiving

J – Decisive and controlled. Are rigid and take charge of their environments, making choices early. Specific in what they ask, and expect others to do as told. Seek order and closure. Like to have time for preparation. Enjoy being experts.

P – Feel limited by structure. Feel more in control when options are left open. Thrive with the unexpected and are open to change. Tend to be loose and casual. Work in bursts. Are tolerant of people differences and will adapt to fit a situation.

And here's the other where the two potential types vary. And I can see a case for either. Its when all the parts are taken in together that I lean towards J over P. (although if we went with the percentages system I could see him as being fairly close, and sometimes slipping one way or the other over the line. I've know a couple of people personally who do so every now and then. A close friend of mine regularly tests at 51/49 in their J/P alternating between INFJ and INFP) I think when balancing Sans' N and T it comes together more comfortably in J. His rigid morality suggests a lack of tolerance and adaptability. Once he starts something, he sees it through to completion. His desire for the cycle of resets to be stopped can be seen as a need for closure, but I think we can dismiss it as extenuating circumstances. Anyone would want it to stop after a fashion, even if they are only distantly aware of the occurrence. I think Sans straddles the J/P line leaning slightly more into J. He needs order and routine, but is stiffed by too rigid of a structure. I think for me this ultimately came down to me viewing Sans (or perhaps Ace in this case) as an ultimately science leaning mind. He needs answers. He needs clear, clean answers, and not getting them is distressing. While he may like to keep his options open in some areas of his life, overall he prefers to know what he's getting into, and how he's going to handle it. He's a free personality, that dislikes an unpredictable world. He wants to know where the end is, and have several methods of getting there. Not knowing the answers is scary, and Sans/Ace hates being scared.

So there's that. I don't know if any of it made any sense, but there you have it. How I typed Sans and why. Bare in mind, that this is also a half fanon typing. This is at least in part, based on occurrences after the events of canon Undertale, and how Sans/Ace behaved then. (you’ll see more of that in his full workup) As well as being based on some headcanons, though I tried to be fairly sparing with them. I also find myself frustrated as to the lack of information on Sans behavior/personality prior to the events of the game. What was Sans like, before the resets, before the depression. I would love to see what Sans had been like when he was younger. Alas, this is unlikely to ever happen. But anywho, this got way long, and if you manage to actually get through the whole thing I would love to hear your opinions. How do you type Sans, and why? Is there some glaring in game clue I missed? I'm totally open to friendly discussion on the topic, if you want. I included a couple links that give a pretty good rundown of the different functions and how they come together.

https://www.typeinmind.com/nite

https://www.typeinmind.com/neti

#Undertale #Sans #Cowtale #Ace #mbti #personality analysis #character study #long post

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champagnesuperhoeva · 5 years

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I’ve watched entire films that aren’t as good as the blink-and-you-miss-it camp interactions in Red Dead 2

I’ll be a withered corpse in the ground before I make it to the bottom of Red Dead Redemption 2′s content pool, but until then

Everyone is always picking a fight with Javier and it never turns out well. Is it because he’s a small, thin, fashionable man who doesn’t live up to oppressive Western notions of grizzled masculinity? Is it because of casual racism and xenophobia as the only immigrant Mexican in the camp? Is it because he exudes the casual confidence of someone who has learned to love himself in spite of being told otherwise, while his harassers are almost always insecure jackasses running on fumes?

It’s probably all of those things. It definitely is, actually!

don’t take this as me putting sean on the same moral level of micah or bill, but, let’s be honest, they all have a severe case of Impotent White Man syndrome and they all try and fail to take this shit out on the most stabby person alive

Again. Javier is a master at being casually dismissive. The voice acting is top-notch here: the casual cadence is impressive enough, but ‘my little friend’ is such a gentle little insult. I need to start using it. This guy doesn’t even look up from his shoe shining, like Sean is the very definition of wasting his time. An idol.

sean guzzling that disrespect juice, enough to put susan off her sunny day

you know this outlaw smells like a sour old band-aid

javier slowly looks up, this subtle motion like he’s just fucking exhausted of this shit...

...we get this incredible bit of character animation where he sarcastically mocks sean (that petty little headbob cracks me up)...

...then he looks right back down again like “fuck it”.

Does he have time for a pissing contest at three in the afternoon? Please! This handsome-casual look isn’t going to perfect itself.

Just...appreciate this man’s commitment despite living a gritty life on the open road. The smart blue corduroy jacket. The sharp vest, the bold ascot, the neat ponytail. It isn’t even his only look. He’s not Sean ‘I’m Trying To Be The Main Character Of A Cheap JRPG’ MacGuire. This man’s shoes are so shiny you could glimpse his prestige from Mars. No trust funds or nouveau riche bullshit here. This classy bastard is held together with blood, sweat and tears.

...Metaphorically. Javier bathes twice a day.

meanwhile reverend is watching this all go down and probably thinking he’s still high because only a complete dumbass would try to square up with Javier ‘I Once Made A Man Literally Piss Himself With A Single Look’ Escuella

(it’s true, don’t think I’ve forgotten to write a whole dissertation on this iconic bit)

sean isn’t deterred, though, our favorite little irishman insists on having the last word and javier’s fucking done

Javier does his usual masterclass of setting up his harasser with a little bait-and-switch

even looks around him for effect, like he’s about to clue sean in on some next level shit

walks over like a cryptid

gets sean leaning in close to hear what this guy’s gotta say

o h s h i t

javier has gone from a smooth dude with ‘tude to someone pinches thumb and forefinger together this close to snapping. you know this man has a few places to bury bodies.

I’m gonna repeat myself. I’m gonna say these things over and over because it’s the least I can do for a game this detailed and this subtle: you learn so much from this interaction alone. Imagine stumbling upon this totally brand new. Redemption who? Javier’s mature response stands out immediately, from his relaxed posture to the snide cracks that creep through the more he’s pressed. Even if you hadn’t seen him hold a knife to Bill’s throat or punch Micah in the face, you can tell he’s dealt with this before. You can tell he’s sick of it. It’s a cool indifference blistering into fierce authority: someone who’s been through shit and lived to to tell the tale. Put up or shut up.

Sean is a young man constantly trying to prove something. A guy who uses humor as a weapon and as a shield, making up for a lack of experience surrounded by outlaws with more grit and more hardship to their name (especially since his life has been no picnic). In fact, that’s just it: he’s constantly yelling ‘Sean MacGuire’ this and ‘Sean MacGuire’ that because his reputation just isn’t there yet. We have Dutch van der Linde, warrior poet and visionary that has the goddamn government shaking. Arthur Morgan, lieutenant of one of the scariest gangs in the West. Javier Escuella, notorious revolutionary with a big, fat bounty on his head. The list goes on.

Who’s Sean MacGuire? The living embodiment of that annoying dog that screams behind a chainlink fence all day

bonus reverend quietly debating whether or not to kindly ask javier to Stop

sometimes I cry out of nowhere because I’m still struggling to accept I’ll never fully connect with other human beings on any meaningful level due to my lifelong isolation and reality between the axis of several oppressive structures hellbent on my dissolution

#red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #RDR #RDR2 #javier escuella #reverend swanson #sean macguire #shitpost #TED Talk #analysis #my post #what am I doing #why am I here #higher intelligence is a curse

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kakarmasobessioncorner · 4 years

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Hope your Holiday has been swell my Truce target @lexiepiper ! Here I have written you a lil something for your gift, if you have an A03 I’d love to know the username so I can properly link the fic to you on the site when I upload it. ^^ I hope you like it. <3

Can we Bridge this Divide Born of Lies?

Warnings: Alcohol use (just minor thing) Characters: Vlad Masters, Danny Phantom/Fenton

It was a chilly Friday evening in Winconsin, the perfect temperature for Danny. If he was out flying for any other reason than what he was he’d likely be in a good mood, however even the whisperings of the approaching winter in the air couldn’t distract him from the worry of what awaited him.

What he was doing was probably a really bad idea. Disastrously bad. Almost stepping into a questionable portal that wasn’t working for reasons unknown bad.

He was off to visit Vlad. Of his own free will.

Sam and Tucker had tried to convince him to at least wait so they could come as backup in case things went south, but he had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that this was an issue better dealt with sooner than later.

“Hey Fruitloop! You home?”

He didn’t bother to knock as he just flew right in through the door, carefully going room to room, wary of setting off any alarms as he looked for the other. Calling out as he went.

“Fruuuuuitloop! I’m not here to fight, I gotta talk to you about something!”

‘Okay maybe calling him a name he hates isn’t a good idea for a peaceful visit...’

The thought only paused him for a moment before he continued his search calling out for the other. It took him ten minutes of going from room to room to find the elder halfa. Surprised to see him with several empty bottles of something that looked like it may have been alcohol scattered around his feet and several more still full on the table next to him.

The charged Ectoshot on the other hand, wasn’t so surprising. “Daniel, what are you doing here.” He looked thoroughly unimpressed. “More importantly, what do I have to do to make you leave.”

“Now there’s no need to start shooting Plasmius, and I could be asking you the same thing. That doesn’t look healthy.” He knew that Vlad had been acting off the last few months but he wasn’t expecting this. “Are you okay?”

The look he got was concerningly lacking the normal fire.

“Daniel just tell me why you’re here. As you can see I’m clearly busy, and I know you don’t really care beyond your ‘hero complex’.”

Slowly Danny drifted to the ground, he and Vlad may be enemies but the scene in front of him was just screaming to his obsession. It felt so wrong to see his confident and powerful nemesis looking so empty and run down. He had seen that he’d been less and less into their fights, getting the feeling almost like they were just running through a script at this point. Still, he didn’t suspect it was this bad. “That’s not true.”

The elder scoffed, going to take another swig from the bottle in his hand. “Please, your hatred of me is pretty clear, and even I can admit, warranted-”

“I never hated you!” The interruption stunned him into silence, a shocked look on his face and bottle still halfway to his mouth.

“I never hated you, I hated what you did and how you acted, but I could never bring myself to hate you.” This wasn’t why he came here, yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself. What felt like a pull from his very core was pulling this confession out of him. It had been a long time coming and at last it seemed the final straw was found. “How could I? You made everything look easy while I struggled! The only other one like me was so cool and made fights look like you barely winded when I was putting my all into it.”

He took a deep breath, collecting himself from the sudden outburst flopping down in a seat across from the other.

“I didn’t come here to fight Vlad, and I didn’t come here because of some ‘hero complex’ that I do not have.” A small pause before he added in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m tired of fighting. Will you just, hear me out? And stop trying to drink yourself into a stupor while I do so?”

It was a few tense moments of silence before he got his reply.

“Very well little badger. You have my undivided attention, and I was never going to get that drunk. Our ghost side makes it so alcohol has a much harder time affecting us, and I always had a high tolerance even before that. This is nothing.”

“Good, tha- wait hold on what? Really?”

“Yes Daniel. Our advanced healing also fights it off faster than a normal human, but less then a full ghost who would be unable to get drunk off of human drinks at all. Rather useful at times and assures you’ll never have a hangover.”

“Oh that’s going to be so fun to abuse in college if I get that far...”

Vlad cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you have something you wanted to say?”

“Right! Right, just uhh,” Danny sat up after a moment of hesitation, pulling his backpack he’d been wearing to sit in front of him. “This may poke at some old wounds… but it’s for a good reason, you just have to hold out!”

“That’s not exactly the most promising start, but fine, go ahead. I'll try to resist shooting you.”

“Gee thanks.” But he didn’t press the matter, just taking a moment to collect his thoughts, “Okay, well, you said that after your accident Mom and Dad never even tried to visit you right?”

He got a dirty glare at that question. “Yes, how could I ever forget Daniel?”

“Sorry, but that didn’t line up with their side of the story!” He opened his bag and pulled out a folder, rifling through the surprising number of pages in it. “See, they were going through some old albums a few days ago and found some old pictures from college. I was being held hostage as they reminisced, but noticed as they were talking Dad got sad mentioning how they tried to visit but the nurse turned them away saying for the first while that they couldn’t visit, and later that you didn’t want visitors.”

“Well your father is an idiot-”

“Shut up, I’m not done.” The teen interrupted. “I questioned that, and Mom confirmed it. So I did some digging with some help and…”

He pulled a memory stick out of the bag and held it out.

“We found the security footage someone attempted to delete, and it confirms it.”

“You… hacked into the hospital records…”

“Well no… I didn’t… but that’s not important.” Danny again interrupted, ignoring the dirty look. “You can get mad at me for the invasion of your privacy when I’m done talking okay? Okay.” He waited for any other comments, and when none came nodded to himself. “Okay, but yeah we checked and thought it was weird. If they were telling the truth that they visited, and you were telling the truth that they seemingly abandoned you, why would some random nurse stop clearly concerned friends from seeing their friend? Then I saw her name.” He pulled a couple pages out of the file and handed them over. Inside on the first sheet was a bunch of information on a woman named Celesta Peneppor, with bright red hair and striking green eyes she almost seemed to be smirking in her photo.

“I swear I’d seen her somewhere before and turns out I was right. She didn’t bother to disguise herself and her name was a freaking anagram!”

The next page was surprisingly professional looking despite been clearly made by the trio of teens, full of information on a ghost by the name of Penelope Spectra. “She’s a monster who feeds on misery, and mentioned in one fight I had with her that ‘Halfas have such potent feelings’ and I didn’t question it at the time, but this does make that make more sense.”

The teen folded his hands in his lap as he watched Vlad look though the sheets he was given, waiting for a reply.

“Why did you come tell me this Daniel.”

The room was silent long enough that Vlad was going to talk again, to tell him to just leave, when Danny beat him to it and spoke back up.

“You looked so happy.” He was quiet, looking down at his folded hands. “In the pictures. I found out your hate was directed at the wrong person, and I can’t blame you for some of how you’ve been before since I know that if I was in your place, losing those I cared about in a painful sudden way, I would be a mess too… or worse…”

Vlad looked for a moment like he was going to interrupt, but Danny just kept on talking. Looking up from his hands and locking eyes with him. The teen's eyes looking far too mature for someone his age, eyes that knew more than most.

“Betrayal and loss can make even the most morally just person into a monster, but they didn’t betray you. They thought you hated them for what happened and that’s why you apparently had the nurse turn them away, and yet they still kept trying to keep in contact because they cared despite Spectra’s keeping them away. They were, especially Dad, so happy when you came back into contact. But now you know who’s really at fault, and you can direct your anger at the right person who deserves it.”

His voice had turned almost desperately hopeful at the end, eyes so heavy and tired.

"It's not that simple, little badger."

"Why not? Can't you at least try? What do you have to lose? Your pride? I beat that into the dust in our fights all the time!" His core ached in a desperation he hadn’t been expecting, the pull from it making him feel like he had to make sure Vlad at least tried. "All you have is things to gain from it. Like your friends back...and..."

He stood up, walking up to Vlad with his head held high and hand held out, as unwavering as the determined look in his eyes.

"A truce? Or hopefully even an alliance?"

It was silent for a few moments as if the elder wasn’t going to reply, so he added softly.

"Please. Just try."

He put down the drink, and for a moment Danny thought he was going to shoot at him to make him leave, but instead both his hands came out to grasp his outstretched one.

"You're not the only one tired of fighting my dear boy."

“I’ll try.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

When Danny eventually left after a while of them talking about the best way to go about his ‘trying’ to reconnect with his old friends, something the boy seemed to have put considerable thought into and was dead serious about supporting, Vlad slumped. Running his hand through his hair.

That had not been what he was expecting when he felt the other's signature entering his mansion. He’d thought the younger Halfa had been coming to blame him for something that was going wrong back in Amity Park. Not...whatever that was.

“I hope you're not expecting anything immediate. My own long held grudges aside, they don’t think anything was wrong. Your bumbling idio-” A glare from Danny had him stop to correct himself. “Jack, may not notice if I try to act more civil around him, but Maddie certainly would notice and likely get suspicious.”

The teen chuckled. “I mean she definitely noticed that you were acting like a creep-tastic fruitloop before, so that would be a big change.”

“Precisely, and I’d rather avoid being accused of being overshadowed. Their weapons do hurt after all.”

“Yeah you don’t have to remind me…” Of course he didn’t. Danny was shot at far more often than he was, more often then he really wanted to consider. “But there’s a simple solution.”

“Do tell.”

The teen took a seat, not even bothering to go back to sit in the seat, just letting himself float up cross-legged.

“Have you ever seen any cheesy reality shows?”

“Of course not.” Vlad Scoffed, looking downright insulted.

“Guess even you aren’t that evil… but yeah so Jazz likes to watch it to analyze the characters and even to me it’s really obvious what the problem is.” Something was off, and he had a feeling there was more to it than that. “Just, tell them. Tell them the truth.”

Danny very quickly got a look that told him what the other thought of that idea, namely how stupid he thought it was.

“I thought the goal was to not get shot.”

“I don’t mean the whole half-ghost thing! I mean the ‘I thought you abandoned me so was a bit of a dick’. Just apologize for being off around them and admit you want to try again if they do still want to be friends. They’ll freak out thinking you hated them, act confused, and all is good!”

He leaned back doing a little flip in the air with a quiet ‘Tada!’.

It was an admittedly decent idea all things considered once it was talked out and it was worded better...mostly considering who it was from, but it would be hard to push aside his pride enough to try.

However after the teen had left, Vlad noticed something odd.

For years he was bothered by the little nagging feeling, a feeling that he instinctively knew once his core had developed was from his obsession begging to be indulged. He had learnt that as a Halfa he wasn’t as strongly driven by his obsession as full ghosts, and even less than Daniel he’d later noticed. He could ignore it, but it was like an itch you can't scratch that only got worse the longer he ignored it.

It was when it reached a simply maddening level that he decided to try and go after his revenge at last. The beginnings of planning finally, finally, seemed to scratch the itch. He was working towards his obsession and that alone was enough to help lessen the pull, but it was also like a drug. He wanted more, and so worked harder and became more focused. He knew that…

It took him awhile to realize though.

A while of causing harm and driving away the only other of his kind in an obsession driven case of tunnel vision he only broke free of when it stopped helping his obsession. Stopped feeding that drive and just leaving him tired, and alone.

Alone. Alone.

It hurt, and the need to feed his obsession eventually snapped him out of his craze and made him realize he was alone and that he was in no way making progress to the family he so wanted to love.

He was tired.

Still he continued in his ways, trapped in a routine that no longer helped him and just put him further and further from any chance to be happy. Only getting the smallest spark of joy from his fights with Danny though the bantering, and even that was utterly eviscerated once it was over, only to be replaced with a pain from acting against his obsession.

This was different though, for the first time in ages it faded almost completely. Just from talking with the other halfa peacefully he felt amazing, even more so than when he first started working to take Maddie as his own.

Daniel actually cared. He didn’t hate him and wanted to be allies.

All he had to do was let go of the hate he’d been harboring for years… hate that was apparently misplaced. It would just take him putting aside his pride for a little to do so, but ghosts were naturally prideful things and that was a ghostly trait he had picked up, be it from his contamination or just his rise to power. It was a strong part of him and he was loathe to go through with the blow this would land on it.

However his core screamed to follow through with this chance for fulfillment at last.

He had two weeks to decide if he would go through with Danny’s plan.

Two very long weeks to argue with himself he wasn’t looking forward to.

Only time would tell.

#Karma's Writing of Obsessions #Karma's Current Obsession: Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom #danny phantom fic #holiday truce 2019

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somethinwickedthiswayrides · 5 years

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Thaaaaaank you so much for writing my poorly explained idea so well I’m so actually ecstatic 💯❤️❤️👌 And I love you so much. I was actually coming back because I had another idea before I saw you wrote my other one. The new one stems from the camp scene when Sean headbutts Kieran. I thought, what if it was because Sean and reader are already together, then they’re suddenly nice to Kieran? Suddenly spending time with him and giving him a new jacket? And after the headbutt reader is PISSED

SO! This was way too much fun to write, Sean is a big weakness of mine, and I love him to bits and peaces. And if you thought the last one was long, this one is EVEN LONGER! It went from headcanon, to drabble, to full on fic. I just hope it’s not all over the place.

I’m also so glad you liked the last one! :D It wasn’t poorly explained at all I’m just dumb at first mornings light.

ENJOY THIS IRISH BASTARD!

Reader is once again implied female, but lack of gender pronouns, so gender neutral???

The chase from down in Blackwater all the way up to Colter and the eventual ride to Horseshoe Overlook had taken it’s toll on everyone.

The death of Jenny and Davey, not knowing if Sean or Mac were alright.

The newest additions of the miserable and mourning Sadie Adler, and the equally miserable O'Driscoll prisoner.

Everyone was exhausted, mourning, and worried.

You especially.

You were used to not knowing where Sean was, sometimes he’d just up and disappear for a couple days before returning to camp with that cheeky little smile on his face as he dropped some of the spoils of wherever he went into the donations box.

The look on his face when he first saw you after his return was worth the worrying and waiting. He always looked at you with such a sense of adoration and joy that he just couldn’t stop the beaming smile that graced his face.

The searing kiss he gave you upon his return always brought you joy in knowing that he was here, he was alive, and he was with you.

So going weeks not knowing if he made it out of Blackwater alive or not was torturous. If he did you just hoped he was smart enough to flee north past Strawberry instead of south into New Austin.

For the first couple weeks, you pretty much just wanted to be left alone, keeping toward the edge of camp, quietly doing your chores and watching as everyone got into their routines and the camp slowly sprung back to life.

Though, there was something that caught your eye, the O'Driscoll prisoner. He seemed a bit whiny, though for that you couldn’t blame him. Not being allowed to sit down, eat, drink, or even bathe? Horrible.

But, the more you watched him, the more you wanted to know what his story was. He didn’t seem like any O'Driscoll you knew, and he claims to hate the man in question.

You were rather quick to join Tilly and Mary-Beth in sneaking the man a bit of food or water. Though you were braver than the other two, always giving him a little more. However you were no fool, you knew that Arthur knew the three of you were giving the man food and water, and he knew that you knew.

He once pulled you aside, in full view of Kieran, acting mad about you giving the man things, you simply crossed your arms and raised a brow.

“What are you trying to do with that poor man? Are you simply enjoying the sick pleasure of watching a man wither away until he dies? Or are you looking to extort some kind of information out of him?” Of course Arthur’s response was the whereabouts of Colm.

“Arthur the body may be able to last for a few weeks without food, but if a body doesn’t get any water put into it, it’ll only last a couple days.” Then with a cheeky grin you dove into detail on starvation torture that left Arthur more than a bit uneasy.

That night you managed to sneak Kieran an entire biscuit and a full cup of cold water. He kept thanking you profusely, even going as far as to call you an angel.

Ever since than you starting doing your chores closer to him, talking with him, telling him about stories or gossip you heard, even going as far as telling him about Sean, and your worries.

Kieran quietly listened to it all.

You were doing your work by Kieran and talking with him when Mary-Beth ran up to you, calling your name.

“Have you heard the news?!” Mary-Beth asked, bouncing in excitement.

“What news?”

“Trelawny came up from Blackwater! Sean’s alive, being held by bounty hunters, but alive!”

“Wha-what?”

“Javier and Charles rode down with him to scout the place out, and Arthur’s going to be joining them in a few days time!”

Relief crashed through you body at such a speed that you didn’t even realize there were tears rolling down the sides of your face until Kieran asked if you were okay and Mary-Beth was wiping them away.

You were just so happy that your Sean was alive, and you hoped that he would be back in your arms soon enough.

The next day you noticed that Kieran was no longer tied to the tree, you asked Dutch what happened and he gave a wry chuckle and told you.

“Castration?! Oh Dutch, that’s too much!” You cried out, though you were smirking, slightly amused with Dutch’s flair for the dramatic, even though you felt a bit bad for the poor man.

Surprisingly, Kieran returned back into the fold with John, Bill and Arthur not too far behind. John proclaimed that Kieran had saved Arthur’s life and he wasn’t worth killing yet.

After finally being allowed to bathe, given a change of cloths, courtesy of the late Davey, and being given something to eat and drink he went up to Dutch and asked what he could do around camp to help.

Dutch gave him a quick run down about how the camp worked and who did what, if he was any good at hunting or fishing he as going to be dealing with Pearson, Medical supplies were to be dropped of with Strauss, extra ammo for weapons he didn’t use were to be placed behind Arthur’s tent or just dropped off with Arthur, any jewelry or shiny object that could be sold were to be turned into the donations box if he didn’t need to keep it, while he would be dealing with you if he had any animal parts or herbs that would be crafted or turned into medicine, and if he had any questions about caring for the horses he would also be dealing with you.

Since he was the most confident with horses and fishing he was dealing mostly with yourself and Pearson.

In the following couple days you spent most of your time with Kieran, he even fully warmed up to you and told you about his past with his parents and how he came to ride with the O'Driscoll’s and in return you shared how you came to be riding with the Van Der Linde’s.

You even once sweet talked Hosea into going with you and Kieran for a little trip out of camp for a nice and relaxing fishing trip for Kieran and herb gathering for you.

Than came the due date, Charles was the first to ride into camp on Taima, simply raising a brow at Kieran before looking at you in question. You explained the situation to him and he nodded and welcomed Kieran into the family.

You suddenly looked at Charles as it clicked in your head what his return meant. Your question dying on your tongue as you heard Sean’s boisterous laugh coming into camp.

You turned and at first only saw Javier atop Boaz, looking outright irritated and miserable, you could only pity him, Trelawny probably talked his ear off the entire trip there and Sean definitely talked the other ear off the whole way back. You could tell the man needed some quiet time.

Than you saw him, he was looking a little worse for wear, sporting a few bruises, a bit thinner, and he was now missing some teeth, but he was there, he was alive, he was okay.

Sean’s voice died in his throat when he caught sight of you, only able to let out a small murmur of your name as he came down from Boaz.

By this time everyone in camp had come toward the entrance to see that Sean was back, but instead of loudly announcing his glorious return he just stared slightly slack jawed at you.

Everyone, and I mean everyone, fully expected the two of you to tackle each other to the ground in your joy of seeing each other again. But you two moved slowly toward each other almost in a trance, you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not, but you hoped it never ended. As you to met you slowly, if a bit hesitantly, reached up to cup Sean’s face.

Sean just melted into your hands as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“There’s tha’ pretty face I’ve been dyin’ ta see.” Sean muttered as he held you close.

“I’ve missed you too Sean.”

You two pulled each other in for a kiss, it was soft at first, gentle even, like if you went any harder the dream would shatter. That didn’t last though as the kiss got harder and searing as you two put everything in it, all your worries, pain, and love.

So lost were you two in each other that neither of you heard the several clearing of uncomfortable throats, Molly and Mary-Beth’s cooing, the chuckles of Dutch or Hosea, or even Arthur riding into camp and shouting at you two to get a room.

As the two of you finally parted after your lungs were begging for air, you slowly fluttered your eyes open to look into Sean’s blue eyes and saw the full extent of his longing, adoration, and love.

It didn’t take long for the whirlwind that is Sean Macguire to wind up camp into a full party, the alcohol was flowing, people were singing, Dutch and Molly were gracefully dancing, Arthur and Mary-Beth a little less gracefully, even Kieran was having fun, though more on the outskirts of the party.

You once or twice checked in on him, to be sure no one was giving him too hard of a time, though you were always called back by Sean who genuinely wondered where you’d gone off too.

Throughout the party you and Sean teased each other until neither of you could stand it any more and pulled each other into your tent for a little welcome home present all for him.

Once the party died down and the subsequent hangover was gone everyone was right back at it with high morale.

Your time was divided up between your work, time spent with Kieran, and time spent with Sean.

Sean watched you with Kieran more times then he cared to count, he’d heard how attached you had gotten to the man since he’d been gone, and he hated it.

He watched how close you two would sit and talk while doing your chores, how kind you were to him, how you started siding with him on the whole O'Driscoll business.

He tried several things to keep your attentions on him, giving you fierce kisses when he was about to go on guard duty, leaving your neck covered in hickeys from the night before, endless amounts of praise, anything he can think of to get your affection back onto him.

The final nail in his coffin of jealousy was when you had gifted Kieran with a new jacket, custom made with little hidden pockets where he could put lures and horse treats.

Kieran was so overcome with joy that he actually tears up a little and gave you a tight hug, which you returned with a big smile on your face as well.

Sean only saw red after that, his mind running wild that he was losing you to a damned O'Driscoll, that night, after having maybe one too many, he called Kieran over, calling him an O'Driscoll.

Despite his meek approach, and started to say that he wasn’t an O'Driscoll, Sean eyed his new coat, and before Kieran could even finish his sentence Sean’s forehead forcefully came into contact with Kieran’s nose, knocking the poor man to the ground. Whatever Sean was about to say after that got caught in his throat at the sound of your angry voice.

“Sean MacGuire, just what in the hell do you think your doing?!”

Sean stammered at you a bit before just clamming up entirely, watching as you helped Kieran to his feet and checked his bleeding nose, the glare you sent his way was more then enough to get Sean to just look at his feet, and you just sighed and shook you head as you gently lead Kieran away to patch him up.

“Don’t mind him Kieran, Sean’s just acting like a jealous idiot.”

“You picked up on that too, huh?”

“You think this is my first rodeo with this particular clown?” you couldn’t help but laugh at this.

“I’ve had to keep Javier from stabbing him, Charles from beating him to death, Bill from burying him alive, John from stringing him up by his ankles, and so on and so forth. And every time I’d patch him up, give him a kiss, tell him what an idiot he’s being, and that I love him and only him.”

Kieran chuckled a bit and you patched him up and sent him on his way, before heading out to figure out where your Irishman has gone off too.

“I tell ya I’m losin her Arthur!”

“Are ya sure about that?”

“I’ve seen the looks they’ve been givin each other, they’re fallin for each other, I just know it!”

Arthur saw you standing over by Pearson’s wagon as he’s trying to comfort the Irishman. He subtly waved you over while keeping Sean’s attention on him.

“Yeah keep laughin Englishman, I’m only losin the love of my life to an O'Driscoll, no big deal!”

Sean was stunned into silence once again when he felt your arms wrap around his chest and your lips planted onto a weak spot under his jaw.

“I’ll let you take it from here.” Arthur smirked as he got up and left the love birds alone.

“You’re being an idiot again Sean.”

“I know, I know. It’s just tha’ every time I see ya with him, all I can think of is you fallin out of love with me.”

“Sean, you’re not getting rid of me that easy. I love you so much, but just because I want to be friends with a guy doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you. I will always love you.”

At this Sean sagged into you, loving the feeling of your arms around him and your lips on his neck.

“I do want you to apologize to Kieran though.”

“Eeeeggghhhh, do I have to?”

“Sean.”

“Fine, fine…I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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playing God—mob!Tom

category: alternate universe, one-shot warnings: mature language and themes masterlist

“what’s mine is yours,”

It was easy to make excuses for someone when you loved them. Judgment and morality become irrelevant when you stared at someone you loved. It was easy for stupidity to become accident, for murder to become self-defense, for blood to be disguised as loyalty.

Your lips were dry, chapped from weather. The night was incredibly chilling, biting at any part of your skin exposed to the dark. Forced to wait on cold feet, you were shaking in your spot on the sidewalk. Lit only by a yellowing streetlamp with a flickering bulb, there was nothing about the situation that gave you any sort of comfort.

Before you could think again about turning, about running, about changing your mind, the door in front of you swung open. It was a waft of flowing alcohol and cigar smoke, of time that rotted opportunity and of desperate measures that became debt. Your arm was pulled, and you went from the dark to a blackness that enveloped every part of your vision.

“Let go of me,” you struggled against a strong grip, but there was no reply. Their fingers were rough, calloused, dangerous. It was scratched sandpaper against the soft leather of your jacket, a pinching grip to only further your regret. Curses were ringing through your head on repeat. Every moment that passed where your feet dragged against broken tile was a moment that convinced you further that your decisions leading to now were huge mistakes. “I said, let go of me!”

Your eyes began to adjust to the dark, but just as they did, another door opened in front of you. Before you could see who had pulled you into the building so quickly, the door shut on your back. The pressure forced you to stumble into the dimly lit room, struggling to catch your balance as your heart began to drop in your stomach. Nothing about this seemed right.

“You have forty-five seconds to tell me why you’re here,” a voice chuckled. The tone was deep, dark, impatient. “I’m waiting.”

Your eyes scanned the room in front of you. The floor was littered with trash, sticky with spilled vodka and something much too crimson. A table sat in the middle, makeshift green felt splayed over the surface to imitate a poker table. The room was foggy with smoke as the group of individuals surrounding the card game lit and puffed every few seconds. You swallowed to keep your bearings, but the thickness and tension of the room had your head spinning.

“I-I...I called,” you managed to breathe. Your voice tried to be steady, but your tone was much too high to be mistaken for anything but afraid.

“Yeah, you did, sweetheart,” you couldn’t make out who was speaking to you with their backs all to you, “but I’m askin’ you again. Somethin’ about money?”

You nodded, but you realized that was stupid because they couldn’t very well see you. You stepped a little closer to the table to see a few cards being dealt. You coughed a little, wetting your lips as you stood straighter. Your confident demeanor meant nothing when your voice told a different story.

“Yeah, I need...I need money,” you reminded them, “a lot of it.”

“Mmm, and what for?”

“Nevermind what for, I just need it.”

“Oh, yeah?” Another laugh, a few snickers echoing across the walls. You stepped closer again, the balls of your shoes making a screech as they peeled from the sticky surface. “And what can you do for me, babe, that I can’t already do for myself?”

You bit your lip from behind, taking a deep breath. You weren’t about to pimp yourself out, not even for someone you loved. But you had nothing to offer except your sweet promises, and given from the hard liquor bottles on the table and alarming amount of cigarettes, you guessed these individuals weren’t the kinds for sweeter tastes.

“I...”

“Your forty-five seconds are up,” more snickers, a few clicks of the tongue, “and you’ve offered me jack-shit. So, here’s how I see it.”

“No, I really need—”

“You can either take a head start now while you’re still breathing, or you can try your luck. Your pick.”

It dawned on you why you were really here. Loans were difficult to get from the bank, and even if you could, the money would have to go to something legitimate. Shitty credit scores and living much too south for anyone’s liking and having a family much too stupid to keep their heads out of their asses had brought you here. But was it worth it to lose your own head over something that wasn’t even your fault?

You decided it wasn’t, but in the back of your mind, you knew you were already too late. You had taken much longer for anyone’s patience. When you heard the cock of a handgun, you weren’t even truly surprised.

“Is that what you do? Just play with people’s lives?” You breathed, shaking your head. “You pricks think you play God, but you’re just as pathetic as anyone else that comes in here.”

You spat on the ground in front of you, and the whole room shifted to face you. All the chairs squeaked underneath their weight, and your head began to pound when they all reached behind their backs. You just swiped your tongue over your teeth. Your eyes were darting around the room for something, anything, to spark your adrenaline, but you were giving up just as easily as they expected.

“You have a few seconds to run, sweetie,” the voices were playing you, hunting you like game, teasing you for fun. It sickened you to the core, and you figured even if you could run as soon as they let you, you wouldn’t really be leaving. Your hands went clammy at the thought; you had buried yourself much too deep to climb out now.

The floor was still sticky when you turned to run. You cursed yourself for wearing heels, dragging against the floor like weights. You grabbed the doorknob and yanked on it hard, your eyes darting back and forth as you noticed the darkness you couldn’t decipher before had two hallways to go down. You cursed under your breath, picking a hall by random and hurrying around the corner.

It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps behind you. Just as fast as yours, with the scrape of metal and the click of something sinister not too far in the distance. You were accompanied by fear and by regret, and you knew your family might never forgive themselves if you didn’t come out with your head still attached to your body. You would never forgive yourself for being so stupid.

What did you really think? Did you really think they would hand you money if you had nothing but a pretty smile? Did you really think anyone of criminal background would do something that they didn’t benefit them first?

Of course they wouldn’t. Anyone that dabbled in the black market knew it was all me, myself, and I. There was no we, there was no us, and you were stupid to think otherwise. But sometimes family made people do crazy things; the only difference was this thing would get you killed.

You reached the end of the hall, praying that the door in front of you led outside. You might’ve been without a weapon, but anywhere not in this building would increase your chances of living by a large fraction; at least, that’s what you were telling yourself.

Your breathing was heavy, labored. You were falling out of breath, not because you were running in uncomfortable shoes, but because your fear was beginning to squeeze the air out of you. You grabbed the lever of the door and yanked it down, banging the door out with the strength of your shoulder. The bitter air greeted you outside, but it was not a relief. It was not a relief because the only thing you were met with was the long barrel of a handgun.

You froze in your spot, the door shutting loud behind you. Your lip quivered, your breath just short in your throat as you watched the bearer of the firearm switch the safety off. You swallowed hard, shaking your head as you shut your eyes. The noise around you lessened, and the only sound you truly heard was your rapid heartbeat. It was disgustingly peaceful.

“(y/n)?”

You opened your eyes at the call of your name.

“For fuck’s sake!” It was the same voice, angry and frustrated now. You were finally able to breathe as soon as the gun was knocked out of your line of sight. “If I ever see that shit near her again, you’ll lose that hand, you understand me?”

“Tom,” you breathed, blinking in disbelief.

He was still the same. You held your gaze blank, but inside you were memorizing his features all over again. Your memory was as vivid as ever before, even frightening as you watched him lick his lips. The same lips that used to wet your skin with something fiery, the same voice that had whispered love, the same dark eyes that had made the world around you obsolete. You glared at him like a good woman would, but you loved him like a stupid woman could.

“You shouldn’t be here, (y/n),” he warned you, clicking his tongue. You could tell by his expression that he was curious what you were doing there in the first place. You opened your mouth to speak, but the door behind you slammed open.

You turned at the sound, the same group of individuals you had confronted now outside, weapons drawn. They had smiles on their faces as if they had been about to win a prize, but those smiles quickly faded when they noticed who stood behind you.

“Have we got a problem, gentlemen?” Tom wondered, tilting his head to look around the empty lot. Although everyone’s weapon had raised, his voice never held a lick of fear, of shakiness, of a lack of confidence. His tone was silky smooth and hard, intimidating but increasingly intriguing.

“Yeah, we do,” someone piped up. “This bitch owes us something.”

You clenched your jaw at the name, but your eyes almost bugged out of your head when you held Tom step closer to you from behind. You let out an inaudible whimper when his arm came around your waist, protective as he pulled you back into his front. You were flush against him now, underneath his arm.

You should’ve been afraid, you should’ve been running from him as well. You could feel the handle of his firearm digging into the back of your leather jacket, but you had never felt safer. You had never felt safer.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t call her that,” Tom chuckled, bitterly, harshly, “and if you knew what was good for you, you’d turn around and sit down like nothing happened so we can discuss what I came here to discuss. And if I ever hear you fucking call her anything except by her proper name, I can promise you I won’t forget it.”

It wasn’t long before you and Tom were the only ones left in the parking lot. The streetlight was still flickering, an ugly orange light coming over you, but Tom looked anything but ugly in such a glow.

You yanked yourself away from his grip, turning to face him. You tried to seem upset and surprised, but truthfully you felt a weight lift off of you as soon as you saw him, as soon as you heard his voice.

“Tom, I-I told you,” you breathed, “I told you I didn’t want to see you anymore. What don’t you get about that?”

“Darling, don’t put yourself up on a pedestal, I didn’t come here for you,” Tom laughed a little, his smile amused, “I have business to do here. The real question is, what are you doing here?”

“Tom, I...”

You paused, running a hand through your hair as the gravity of everything just fell onto you. You suddenly felt heavy and lethargic, swallowing hard and breathing a little quicker. You shook your head, looking at your feet.

“I needed...I needed money, Tom.”

“So you come here, my love?” He asked softly, his gaze softening. His smile faded, and now he was lifting his hand, cupping your cheek. You knew it was wrong, but you were remembering every reason why you loved him, and you realized how much you missed of him.

“Don’t call me that, Tom,” you were trying to resist, trying to sound like you were upset, but you weren’t. It was evident in your body language, that was sinking into his touch just like you had a million times before. He laughed at your weak attempt.

“Whatever you say, baby.”

“I mean it, Tom!” You whined, pulling his hand off of you. You pushed him away with a forceful push to his chest, a frustrated groan leaving you as you tore your eyes away from him. He was too handsome to look at when you were trying to be upset. “I’m done with you because of your business, so don’t baby me and make this something that it’s not!”

“You’re so cute when you’re upset, darling.”

“God, Tom, are you listening to a word I’m even saying?!”

“No,” he laughed, lifting your chin with a swipe of his forefinger, “I’m not listening to you at all, pretty girl.”

“Tom, cut the shit.”

“God, I love you,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss just beside your mouth. You clenched your jaw at this, your expression more of an annoyed scowl as he smirked against the skin of your cheek. “And if I ever see you anywhere near here again, I swear to God—”

“You’ll what, Tom?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “We both know you’re not going to do anything. Just leave me alone. Like I said the first time.”

“(y/n), you’re a bloody hypocrite,” he pointed out, narrowing his eyes down at you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he put a finger to your lips. He ignored how soft and plump they were underneath his touch; he needed to focus on speaking, not the airiness of his heart. “You tell me you don’t want me in this business, and yet I find you here, doing just that.”

“That’s not what this—”

“Yes it is, darling, and you bloody well know it,” Tom smiled again, a genuine smile you adored. “You know—I love how stubborn you are, and how moral you want to seem in everyone’s eyes, I really do. But I’m wondering now if you even care.”

“What? No—”

“’s alright if you don’t wanna admit it, ’s okay,” Tom was laughing again, his smile almost contagious. You felt yourself stepping a little closer to him, his eyes alight when you gripped onto the lapels of his jacket. You played dumb, you played stupid, because it was easier that way.

“Admit what?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you secretly, deep down in your sweet heart, love this part of me,” Tom observed, licking his lips. You shook your head, but your eyes were anything but disapproving.

“No—”

“You like it, don’t you? The money, and the secrets, and the control,” Tom’s smile was devious and playful, and your knees were weak underneath his gaze, shaking almost. “I’ve got the world in the palm of my hand, and that excites you, doesn’t it, baby?”

You stood up on your toes, gripping him closer as your breath fanned the space just above his lips. Tom wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him so he could feel the warmth that you radiated. You were making every part of him feel soft, and it made him crave every delicious moment of gentleness you always seemed to give him.

Tom could read you so well. You had left him when you found out about his real profession, what kept him away at night, what secrets he kept beneath him. You were scared and afraid and timid, but the longer you dwelled on it, the more you wanted to know. Tom had power, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. He loved you, he did, and it only excited you more. You longed for something that got your blood pumping, and every moment with him was a moment you were on edge. He wasn’t perfect, but he was yours, and it was so fucking good that you just had to come back for more. You had to.

Tom did have the world in the palm of his hand; he had everything. You hated the idea of playing God. But there was something about Tom, your Tom, playing judge, jury, and executioner that made your insides swell with desire.

Tom licked his lips again, kissing your skin soft. You let him hug you closer, squeeze you as tight as he could. You knew if he asked you right then and there, any question in the world, you would’ve said yes to it.

“C’mon,” Tom whispered, tugging at your hand. He knew he had responsibilities, but tonight he would forget them. “Let’s go for a ride, darling.”

You let out a breath, his eyes lit by the stars, “Where are we going?”

“Anywhere you want, baby girl,” he kissed the side of your head, his voice becoming a soft and husky whisper, “what’s mine is yours.”

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Family Counseling (7)

Family Counseling (5) - Drabble

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A/N: God, I swear these things keep getting longer and longer. I’m trying to shorten them. Swear, I am.

Fun Fact: In the comics, Storm put it on T’Challa so good that she actually did cause an earthquake. ;)

One line in here is directly from the comics and it’s a quote from King T himself. I absolutely love combining comic T with MCU T as well as other aspects of the different universes. :) “Her” dress for this chapter as follows:

I hope I didn’t miss anyone in the tagging! If I did, I apologize! Let me know! I’ll be sure to get you next time!!

Seeing all the love really makes my day! <3

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“I wish to build a new primary school.” The Queen announced from her seat on the throne, head held high, her voice projected as the eyes of the Taifa Ngao rested solely on her.

“A new school?” The leader of the Mining Tribe spoke up, a middle-aged woman who was dressed in striking red robes to represent her faction. “My queen, are the central schools not already satisfactory?”

“Not for what I intend,” Y/n hinted before she leaned back into the large chair. “It will be an alternative school. For mutants.” She watched as several members of the council shared looks of surprise. “The Wakandan School for Alternative Studies.” Surprised expressions soon turned into hushed whispers and the queen rolled her eyes. “I have already allocated 500 million and found a location not too far from the-“

“With all due respect, my queen,” the leader of the Merchant Tribe, one of the most outspoken members of the council decided to speak out. “Does the king know about this?”

“With all due respect councilwoman,” she matched the woman’s challenging tone of voice. “Since when does the queen, who holds equal power and say as the king, require her husband’s permission to issue a decree?”

“She does not,” Hodari reiterated and crossed his arms. “Since the time of Bashenga.”

“In fact, it was through my suggestion that we separated the current schools into primary and secondary,” Ramonda added her support, earning a nod from Y/N to signal her appreciation.

“I believe our concern, my queen, is that half a billion is quite a substantial amount of money for such a risky venture. Do we even know how many students would attend such a place?”

“Wakanda’s census last year estimated that the country houses approximately 30’000 mutants, half of which are under the age of 18, and in a recent study done only two years ago, mutant children reported feeling out of place in the classroom in comparison to quote on quote normal children.” She said in a bored voice before flashing an artificial smile at the startled face of the leader of the River Tribe who also happened to be Nakia’s father. “I have done my homework.”

A loud yawn suddenly broke the blanket of silence that fell over the room and all eyes turned onto M’Baku. “Are you done?” She shook her head and rubbed her belly. “I mean, I for one think that it a great idea. Perhaps it will also help to send a message of diversity.”

“The crowned Queen of Wakanda is the mutant daughter of a Wakandan diplomat and an unnamed American and Dominican woman.” Nakia’s father continued with his position, surprising everyone with his strong opposition to y/n’s proposal. “For Bast sake, surely you are not suggesting that Wakanda is in need of diversity training?”

“No, perhaps just acceptance.” All eyes turned to the entrance to the throne room as an irritated T’Challa made his presence known.

“Husband…” The queen forced herself not to show her concern at the obvious tension between him and Okoye and Wakabi who accompanied him.

“King T’Challa,” Nakia’s father tone immediately changed as T’Challa approached the throne, W’Kabi, and Okoye taking their respective seats on opposite sides. Y/n went to rise, but he motioned with his hand for her to stay seated. “I meant no disrespect-“

“Speak not to me of respect,” T’Challa’s voice struck his wife to her core, a chilliness to it that she hadn’t heard since-“You've made a mockery of that word.”

For that, the older man had no response.

T’Challa looked around. “The Queen’s decree will be granted as I see no issue nor moral ambiguity that accompanies such a decision.” He looked around the room. “Does anyone else have any objections?” Even if they did, the King’s delivery, the challenging gleam in his eyes and in his voice signified that the topic was no longer up for debate. “Then it is decided.” He turned to Hodari. “Get started on it immediately.”

He gave the Wakandan salute. “Yes, my king.”

T’Challa reached out his hand and helped y/n stand up. “This meeting is over.” The two started to walk out when Okoye called out for Y/N, causing her to turn around. She looked up at her husband.

“A minute?”

He looked at his general, before looking back down at her and leaning to whisper in her ear. “Come to our chambers afterward.”

She swallowed deeply as he allowed his left hand to lightly trail across the exposed span of her back. She nodded softly to acknowledge his demand because it wasn’t a request.

Not even a little.

“Is everything alright, general?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Okoye replied and the queen frowned.

“Excuse me?”

“The king was….different today in training.” She said, clearly being cautious with her words.

“Okoye,” Y/n exhaled. “This is me. I consider you more a friend than anything. Please, speak freely.”

“He fought with a ferocity that was unlike him, a callousness that I typically only see when he is out on the field.” She explained while darting her eyes around to ensure that no one was listening in on their conversation. “He was engaging with the soldiers as though they were foreign enemies.”

Y/n was dejected, quiet as she wrecked her brain trying to figure out what could cause her husband to behave as such. She had an idea, but it was far-fetched and out of his character. She definitely knew that Okoye was telling the truth, not that the fierce warrior had any reason to lie. T’Challa’s caustic disposition was evident from the moment that he entered the throne room.

“I will speak to him.”

“No,” Okoye discouraged. “Just…wait it out. See if he displays any strange behavior with you.” A beat. “Confronting him might only exacerbate the situation.”

The queen nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you, Okoye.”

The general saluted her and the two separated as y/n made her way down the hall, again trying to think of what could trigger the behavior that Okoye relayed to her.

If anything, T’Challa had been ecstatic in the past two weeks since Nifa revealed that they were having twins, rectified by the medical team, of course. He’d even gone as far as starting the preparations for the nursery. Ramonda taking the liberties of overseeing the interior designing. He hadn’t questioned her anymore about the attack, and she knew him to know that lack of query didn’t mean that he was not still looking into it, but she did not think that was the cause either as he had been quite busy with trips to America because of missions and such.

Perhaps that was it.

He was stressed, exhausted, drained.

And y/n immediately felt awful. How neglectful could she have been to not see that her husband had been overexerting himself? She’d been so focused on her sessions with Shuri and Erik, planning her pitch for the school to the council, talking with Ramonda about what to expect for the rest of her pregnancy, that she’d failed to see that the man who thought the world of her was in need.

She felt disgusted with herself.

Upon arrival to the doors of their bedroom, she noticed almost instantly that the guards that always stood outside were nowhere to be seen. She looked around, making sure that they were not perhaps surveying the halls but found no sight of them.

That was strange.

“T’Challa,” she called, telepathically opening and shutting the double doors leading to their massive bedroom. “Where are the-“

Before the words could exit her mouth, she was up against the wall, strong firm hands pinning her wrists above her head. Her husband’s lips dominated hers with such pressure, such passion, such aggression that all she could do was release an ethereal moan as his hands soon moved to the back of her dress.

“Do you realize, sthandwa sam” he spoke against her inflamed skin, his hands eager to do away with the barrier that was her gown. “That it has been over a week since I have touched you.” As the mass of expensive and intricate fabric pooled to the ground, he allowed his lustful gaze to rake over her body, the only thing material remaining was that of her undergarments. He brought his hands down to her wide hips, slowly turning her around so that she was facing the wall as he began to unclasp her bra. “That is seven days without hearing the sweet sound of your moans.” As the lace piece also fell to the ground, his right forearms went across her chest while the right hand ever so lightly squeezed on the outer perimeter of her breast.

“T’Challa….”

“168 days without the feel of your glorious thighs wrapped around me.” Her body was on fire, his words incensing fire in her core as his lips left a trail of desire along her collarbone while his other hand started to maneuver its way down her stomach, stopping when he reached his destination.

“T…” She breathed as her back arched when he growled, ripping her underwear from her body.

“Turn around.” He commanded as he backed away watching her slowly turn away.

The queen stood there confident despite being completely naked, breathless from the shock of it all, but 100 percent at ease. Pregnancy was taking its toll on her body, yes. She’d gone up a cup size. Once a B, she was now a full C, potentially a D by the time the children were born. Her hips, always wide, continued to spread. Her thighs, like her hips, continued to spread with each month. And the stretch marks that she’d had since the onset of puberty continued to expand into what she jokingly referred to as the tree of life, but they bothered her not.

Because while she’d always been somewhat insecure about her being a mutant and half Wakandan, her weight, physical appearance, and certainly her status of being melanin strong had never been a concern. Not for her and certainly not for the man who stood before her.

She’d always loved the woman physical reflection of that who she saw in the mirror, before, during, and, she was confident after the pregnancy would be no different.

He reached out, his thumb caressing her chin as he leaned down and spoke into her ear while the other ran over and squeezed her ass cheek. “That is entirely too long, my queen.”

She jumped when he finished his statement by squeezing and slapping her derriere, the impact for sure leaving a bruise to be found later that day.

She backed away from him, walking until the back of her knees hit their bed at which time she carefully sat down, holding the bottom of her stomach. She scooted back on the bed, telepathically grabbing a pillow and moving it so that it was supporting her lower back before she reclined back and spread her legs, running her hands over thighs.

“Then what are you waiting for, my king?”

A groan.

A yelp.

Euphoria.

Perhaps her far-fetched idea was not so far-fetched after all.

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Shuri was in her lab, working on a new improvement for her brother’s suit when they brought him in.

“Sup cuz.”

She glared at him out the corner of her eye.

“Leave us.”

Ayo stilled. “Are you sure, princess?”

“We will be fine.” She assured and watched as the vibranium cuffs around Erik’s wrists and ankles are released and she’s left alone with the sarcastic asshole.

“Long time, no see, princess,” Erik smirked, looking around the lab to see that it’s just the two of them. “You sure it was a good idea to send everybody off.”

She chuckled, continuing her work on the vibranium objects on her desk. “You won’t hurt me, Erik.”

He scowled. “What I tell you about that assuming shit, princess?” She suddenly reached over and pressed a button. “What the hell?” He jumped back at the sight of large panther laying calmly beside Shuri.

“I don’t believe you’ve met Pym.” She smiled up with an innocent grin, but Erik could see the insecurity in her brown eyes.

“I thought those damn things had their own room in the palace.” Erik kept his distance. He’d heard about Pym alright, the King’s personal Panther, gifted to him as a child by King T’Chaka. Panthers as a whole, however, were loyal to the royal family.

“They are.” Shuri smiled at Pym before returning her gaze over to Erik. “But I wanted some company.”

“So get a damn dog.”

She smiled, satisfied with the reaction she was receiving while praying to Bast that everything continued to go according to plan. While Erik didn’t know was that Pym was a special case. He was the most notable of all of the Panthers, lashing out at anyone that wasn’t her brother or y/n. It took a lot of favors and sly detective works to get Pym brought to her lab without the king or queen finding out.

He also could not see the vibranium rails that were currently restraining the panther from moving beyond the four corners of where he was currently sitting.

“Naw. I think I’ll keep him.” She shrugged and stood up with her arms crossed. “Now about that apology.”

“Apology?” He scoffed. “Yeah. You got me fucked up.”

Shuri narrowed her eyes. “You know I could have told y/n or even my brother about what you did to me back in California, but I didn’t.”

“You think I give a damn what you tell them?” He rolled his eyes, growing more irritated by the second. “Go on. Keep living in they shadow.”

“I do not-“

“Come on, princess.” He smiled, exposing the gold grills in his mouth. “We both know that-“ She went to slap him, only for him to catch her hand with a bored expression on his face. “Maybe you not that bright after all, Shuri.”

“So you can call me by my name, but I can’t call you by yours?” She challenged with a raise of her brow.”

He said nothing as the two stared at each other, neither willing to back down when he finally conceded. “Look Shuri-“

The ground beneath them started to shake, gradually at first and then harder, before causing both to lose their balance, Shuri going into her workstation.

Erik also fell, but quickly regained his balance and just as quickly as the shaking commenced, it was gone.

She groaned as she looked down to see that she had straightened her arm to brace herself on her workstation and cut the palm of her hand in the process.

“Damn.” She cursed, examining the wound. “What the hell was that?” In all of her years of living in Wakanda, which had been her whole life, she’d never experienced an earthquake.

“Let me see,” Erik instructed, reaching for Shuri’s hand when she yanked her arm away from him.

“I can bandage a cut.” She hissed, turning around to disinfect the wound.

“Princess.”

“And stop freaking calling me-“

“Where did he go?” He cut her off.

She looked over her shoulder. “What?”

He gestured to the side so she turned in the same direction and gasped. “Oh no.”

Pym was gone.

“Can’t you just call for his Mufasa looking ass?” Erik said in a bored tone as Shuri looked around trying to figure out how the hell the Panther got out. She then put two and two together, realizing that her hand must have landed on the bottom of his vibranium cell, thus freeing him.

Damn smartass Panther.

She turned and looked up at Erik.

“We have to find him.” He raised his brow and then narrowed his eyes.

“You can’t control him can you?”

She opened her mouth. “I-that’s none of your business.”

“Okay, good luck with finding him.” He turned to walk away, but she grabbed him by his arm.

“Fine. Walk away and if he finds you, you’ll be his first meal.”

“I’ll just kill his big ass.”

“And my brother will kill you.”

“No, I think he’ll be too busy yelling at your little ass,” Erik said with the biggest smile on his face.

“Please.” Shuri practically begged, hating being in the position that she was in, but she was desperate and she had truly put herself in the situation.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Erik smirked while rubbing the hair on his chin. “Where to first, princess?”

+++++++++

The queen and king laid in bed, tangled in the sheets, her back pressed up against his as his hand planted firmly on her stomach, feeling their children actively moving around, her hand on top of his.

“Do you remember when you first told me that you had taken up the mantle of Black Panther?”

Her question caught him off guard as she felt his body tense before a vibration from his chest signified a chuckle. “I do, partially because of your reaction.”

She twisted her neck so that she was looking up at him. “I hit you.”

“More than once.”

“Did I?”

“Oh, yes.” He broke out in a small smile from the memory. “You were furious.”

“No.” She pulled her lips together and took a deep breath as she took the extra strength it took to pull herself onto her back. “I was terrified.” She looked over at her husband who tilted his head to the side.

“You doubted my readiness?”

“Never.” She shook her head, grabbing his hand, running her fingers over his knuckles. “I knew you were ready long before your father gave his blessing. I was the one who wasn’t ready because…because my fear back then is the same that it is now….and that is losing the man that I love to the mantle he is forced to take up.”

He leaned up on his elbows, looking down at her with a frown. “The Black Panther does not kill.”

“No, he has not killed.” She corrected, thankful that he understood what she was implying.

“What are you trying to say?” He searched her eyes for the truth.

“T’Challa.” She licked her lips. “I have not seen this kind of aggression in your lovemaking since your father was killed, when you were determined to kill Sergeant Barnes.” He pulled his eyes away from her so she reached up to cup his face. “Whatever it is that you plan to do, stop. Please.”

She’s surprised when he pulls away from her, swinging his legs over the bed, as he starts to pull his clothes back on. “To ask me to sit and do nothing while the man who wishes to see my wife dead is foolish, y/n.”

“I will stay in Wakanda until the twins are born.” She used the palm of her hands to help her sit up, pulling the thin sheet to cover her exposed chest. “No one can get through our borders, T’Challa. He cannot hurt me if he cannot reach me.”

He turned around, his index finger raised as he gradually shook his arm and head. “I will not have you be a prisoner in your own home.”

“But it is my-“

“No!” He shouted, causing his wife to jump back from him lashing out as he did. Rarely did T’Challa lose his temper, but when he did…it was not anything nice. “I am sorry for raising my voice with you.” She froze when she realized he was crouched down in front of her, cupping the side of her face. “But I make no apologies for my actions…I will not lose you, y/n.”

She just stared at him, searching his eyes to see if she could reason with him, if she could get through to him, but she found nothing. The man standing before her was the same man from all those years ago that could only have one thing on his mind:

Murder

Slowly, she pulled herself out of his grasp and laid back down on the bed, her back toward him.

“There is more than one way to lose me, T’Challa.”

+++++++++

“Scar has never killed anybody, right?” Erik asked as he and Shuri continued to search the lab for Pym.

She rolled. “No, he has not. My brother would never allow him to hurt anyone.”

“Then why does he not like you?” Erik challenged.

“It-it’s a long story.”

“Considering we’ve been looking for Simba ass for damn near 45 minutes, I’d say we’ve got time.” Erik sighed with exasperation.

She glared at him before groaning. “I might have thrown a vibranium ball at him when I was a kid, thinking he would catch it. He didn’t and has yet to forgive me.”

Erik looked at her. “That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Even the damn animals hold grudges.”

“You should know.” She muttered as Erik looked at her out the corner of his eye.

“No one has ever called me that shit before, aight?” He finally said, shifting his shoulders. She looked over at him with weary eyes. “Not since…not since my pops was murked.”

Shuri was unsure of what to say. She had a feeling that this was Erik’s weird ass way of apologizing, that what he was trying to say was that she was the first person to call him by his birth name in some time, and he didn’t know how to react to that.

But she wasn’t about to put words in his mouth.

“So you just go around grabbing people and throwing them against the walls when they put you in uncomfortable situations?”

He shrugged. “Or kill em’.”

She shivered from his dark delivery, unsure as to whether or not he was toying with her or being serious. She could never tell with Erik and that unnerved her.

“I am sorry.” She blurted, unsure of where the hell it came from, but going with her gut. “For what my father did to yours and for how he left you there. It was…it was wrong. He should have, at the very least, brought you back here. Maybe….maybe things would have turned out differently.”

Erik smiled coyly. “You getting soft on me, princess?”

“No.” She immediately shot down. “You are still a murderous asshole. You’re just a murderous asshole who just so happens to be my cousin.” A beat. “Unfortunate that you cannot pick your family.”

Neither Shuri nor Erik commented on the fact that this was the first time Shuri had acknowledged Erik as being apart of her family.

“Pym?” Shuri’s eyes went wide as she and Erik finally spotted the Panther, only for her stomach to drop when she saw who was standing by the animal. “Oh, shit.”

“Oh, yes.” Y/n spoke with her hand on her hip, the other lightly caressing a relatively docile Pym’s head as he sat at her side.

“Hey sis,” Shuri laughed nervously as she slowly approached the queen before Pym’s low growls ceased her movement. She could hear Erik’s low laughs of amusement, which caused her to turn around and glare before she looked back at her sister-in-law. “I can explain-“

“What the hell were you thinking Shuri?” Y/n demanded before her gaze turned on Erik. “The both of you?”

Erik threw his hands up. “This was all her.”

Shuri hissed. “Snitch.”

“‘I’m used to the stitches.”

“You know that the Panthers are not to leave their room, especially Pym. He’s the most dangerous of them all.” The queen lectured as Shuri dropped her head. “And if you needed him that desperately, at the very least, you should have called me because you know that I can handle him.” A beat. “How did he get out of his cell?’

“The earthquake-“

“What earthquake?” Y/n interrupted Erik.

Shuri frowned. “You did not feel it?” The queen shook her head. “How is that possible? My readings showed that it occurred all throughout Wakanda….unless…..you caused it!” Y/n diverted her eyes to the ground, her cheeks turned red. “What is wrong with you two.

“And ya’ll thought I was gonna destroy Wakanda.” Erik muttered.

The queen regained her composure and looked at the cousins. “I will make a deal with you.”

Erik and Shrui shared knowing looks. “We are listening.”

“Tell no one that I was the cause of the earthquake, and I will not tell your brother about this Pym nonsense.”

Shuri shook her head. “Deal.” She noticed there was uncertainty in the queen’s eyes. “Is everything alright?”

Y/n nodded her head and motioned for the teenager to join her on the side of the room. “I need your help with something.”

“Anything.”

“I-“ The queen cleared her throat and looked Shuri right in the eyes. “I need you to plant a spy cam on your brother’s suit.”

#Black Panther Imagine #t'challa x reader #t'challa udaku #T'challa imagine #Shuri #Okoye #Storm #MCU #black panther fic #black panther fanfiction #oneshot #Drabble #w'kabi

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luxuriejaded-blog · 6 years

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some preliminary headcanons. i gotta collection of ‘em, though not a whole lot of specificity in them. just some ground works and basic ideas.

-- nick was born to a prominent, well-to-do family out in the midwest. he always specifies chicago, but in truth, the family had lived a little outside of it, in a more quiet and respectable neighborhood. they weren’t fabulously wealthy, but were pretty well-cushioned enough to present nick good opportunities. -- nick was an only child, and spent most of his childhood alone. he was close to his father, a rather reserved and conservative man, but one nick greatly respects to this day. he respects his mother too and loves her dearly, but her signature on his life wasn’t as large as say his father’s. -- nick was often taken to the city and back, as well as having frequently traveled to family events all across the midwest. he spent a good deal of time among other fellow carraways and cousins; his friends were few and far in between, but they were strong in bond. he sends letters and other messages to his boyhood friends even at this day and age. for lack of quantity, he makes up in considerable quality. -- his family’s position in society was high enough to hold dinner parties and attend other affairs often obligated to the monied peoples. due to their frequent attendance of such, nick had learned to quickly get over his boyhood shyness and relax into a sort of quietly-held dignity. his father taught him much in the way of manners and politeness, what’s appropriate to say, to do, to dress. manners had been so compounded into nick’s mind that he tends to treat everyone like they were all delicate china, for fear of saying something that may cause an infernal row. -- nick had always been quiet, always been reserved. he keeps a lot to himself, most of which his parents don’t even know about. unless explicitly asked, nick won’t say much about his thoughts or feelings. his face betrays very little thought. he always seems thoughtful, pensive, attentive. he’s always observing and watching, waiting for cues on what to say, what to do. he doesn’t like going in anywhere or doing anything without some idea of what is to occur or what to expect, and he doesn’t like being emotionally compromised. -- the person to whom he could claim some form of closeness to is his cousin, daisy. she had always been fond of him, and greatly enjoyed doting on him, even when they were young. as a little boy, nick was fascinated by daisy. she did something to the room that no one else could ever really do, and the natural ease with how she spoke and moved made him slightly envious for not being more socially inclined. he could never really understand why daisy always chose to sit next to him and talk to him during large family events - she dragged him EVERYWHERE whenever they were together, as if he was some kind of doll. nick had always been flattered by daisy’s attention, though he doesn’t think himself worth all that much. -- he doesn’t confide in daisy much, but he does choose to divulge certain information that he feels would be beneficial for her to know. daisy, when alone with nick, likes to spill out her own secrets in torrential waves. it wasn’t until after the marriage to tom bucchanan that she started to retreat back into herself and lose her elegant buoy-ancy that fascinated nick during his youth. she still confides in nick, but only divulges information in certain, cryptic phrases. nick is clever enough to figure them out, but he notes that the direct earnestness from girlhood has suddenly disappeared from her being. she has now taken on this mysterious, cool hue so distinctive of high society women that they produce to protect themselves from their high society peers. nick sympathizes with her to a certain degree, and often feels a melancholy of memory when speaking to her at all. -- the specifics of his ability will be uploaded in a separate post, but just know that nick came from a long-line of descendant ability-users. seeing as how nick is so quiet and the ability is so covert, his parents are under the impression that nick has no ability whatsoever; he’s never told them the truth, simply because he never felt it was so important for them to know anyhow. as a child, he was clever enough to figure out what it does and what it foretells. before his career in the phantoms, daisy was the only one who knew about it ( the night that he confided in her his “terrible” secret, daisy made him go around and pinpoint all the lies / half-truths floating about the room, in which she would go up and confront the person, much to their embarrassment. a lot of terrible things have been revealed much to daisy’s and nick’s enjoyment. he tried to be appalled, but he was awfully amused due to not quite understanding its implications. an awful bit of mischief; he looks back at it fondly ). -- nick went to yale and from there had met tom buchanan. at first, he had no interest in befriending the man ( in fact, he was quite intimidated by the hulk of muscle ), but tom seemed to have taken a liking to nick and thought him intelligent enough to discuss modern day yale politics with. nick doesn’t really get football or polo, but he admires tom for his athletic prowess all the same. -- nick came into contact with the phantoms for the first time via tom during his years at yale. noticing nick’s love / taste for observation and the ease with which he can fade away in social situations, tom took nick to a couple of meetings at the on site locations in town, and from there nick’s interests had bloomed. the phantoms accepted nick in whole-heartedly, especially with his natural tendency towards secrecy and observing ( the ability helped as well ). nick sooner or later found out that the phantoms real interests were his family’s connections to the old guild. those connections are severed now, but during that time, having prior connections would make it easier to infiltrate, and nick was glad to help. -- throughout the years - and into nick’s years at the guild - nick had been used as a dumping ground for all sorts of secrets and nasty little whispers. people who hated each other confided in nick both ; terrible affairs were conduited through him only ; he’s mediate duels and fights ; horrible pasts and forgotten histories were given with little to no care ; criminals and crooked souls have all sought refuge under his stolid gaze. all this, and without a single consenting word. nick became the house, the storage room, of all men’s most atrocious lives. all their deeds and every single sin was confessed to nick, and with all the ease as if they were long-time friends. this...he felt was very troublesome, but his natural inclination towards politeness makes it difficult for him to outright say no and refuse, or to rudely cut them all off. it had gotten to the point where people began accusing nick of being politician like, due to seemingly knowing a little bit about everyone’s corrupted soul and never divulging anything of his own. he feels this is an incredibly unfair accusation, as he never asked for people to suddenly confide in him and him alone. all the same, this sort of experience has left nick to being completely indifferent to other people’s moral attitudes. while he preserves within a sort of moral righteousness, he knows it’s pointless to hover that over others. people who confide in him, though he makes his own opinions and harbors his own judgment, will not hear any moral preaching from past his lips lest he cares enough to give them a sort of guidance. in the end, nick holds his tongue, and his thoughts - along with all of mankind’s secrets, will die along with him.

#I don't even know me [ headcanons ]#// long post #// I meant this to be a whole shorter i'm sorry asdfghjkl

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blazekurumu · 7 years

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My Secret Precure Exchange gift for @ohayo-hannah-chan! I had fun making this collage along with the character cures you gave me. Cure Peace and Cure Gelato are the coolest and cutest cures to work with. So I hope you enjoy the story I made for you as well!

Summary: Aoi meets Yayoi and the two team up to save the day! With some cameos at the end!

"What a lovely day for a nice walk!"

Yayoi hummed to herself as she walked through Precure Park, where all the cures could meet up with each other. She was taking a break from her homework to get some inspiration for her new comic idea. Candy has insisted to come along, but Miyuki wanted to spend a day with her shopping for new books. Reika lent her a sketchbook for her so that she could draw with. The yellow cure sat down to draw some more Power Rangers fanart when a loud rift from a guitar sounded off in the area. The music startled the shy girl. She walked around the corner to see a wild haired blue girl practicing on her guitar. Yayoi's eyes widen at how sharp her teeth was and how fast she was shredding on her instrument. Who was this strange girl?

The girl turned around to wave at her. "Yo! How's it going? Are you new here?"

Yayoi felt her face flush at the question. "N-N-Nooo...I mean, I've been a cure for awhile now." She held out her hand towards her. "I'm Kise Yayoi, nice to meet you!"

The girl shook her hand and grinned. "Tategami Aoi at your service! So what brings you out here in Precure Park?"

"I'm here to get some ideas for my new comic!"

"You draw comics? How cool!" Aoi looked at her sketchbook. "Your drawings are so neat!"

"R-R-Really? I expected someone like you to not be interested in my art."

That comment made Aoi laugh. "Why not? None of my teammates can draw like this. You have a real gift."

Yayoi smiled softly at her. "Thanks, my teammates always tell me my drawings are good, but I just lack the confidence to show them in public."

"Are you nuts? You should be proud of your work! I sing in my band and I am proud of it! Your art should fire you up with a great passion!"

Yayoi was amazed by the energy that Aoi was giving her. Perhaps she was right, her passion for drawing was what made her the person she was today.

Suddenly, a large shaking noise erupted from the park. To their surprise, a Akanbe emerged in front of them, this one being a tall tree. Yayoi took out her Smile Pact while All took out her Sweets Pact.

"Is this a monster of yours?" All asked her, giving Yayoi a determined expression.

"Yeah, that's an Akanbe! Usually when they appear, one of our villains can't be far behind." She replied, hoping she was wrong.

A red oni character appeared on the scene, Yayoi recognizing him to be Akaoni. He gave them a wicked grin.

"Well, if it isn't the crybaby Cure Peace!" He bellowed, making her glare at him. "And you have a little friend too! Is this one as wimpy as you?"

"Shut up, you red troll! I'll kick your butt!" Aoi shouted, growling like the lion she was. "Don't talk to her like that!"

Akaoni was shocked at the blue haired girl's statement. "What? HOW DARE YOU!" He turned to the Akanbe. "Finish them!"

Aoi held up her pact. "Are you ready to fight Yayoi-senpai?"

Yayoi gave her a small smile. "Let's do it!"

"READY?! PRECURE, SMILE CHARGE!"

"CURE A LA MODE, DECORATION!"

"GO! GO! LET'S GO PEACE!"

"WITH FREEDOM AND PASSION, LET'S LA MIX-IT-UP!"

Yayoi transformed in a bout of yellow sparkles. Her bangs were styled in curls. Her eyes became a brighter shade of yellow to match. Her tiara had two angel wings attached, and she wore it on the right side of her head. Her outfit was mainly yellow, with dark yellow lining and white highlights. Her sleeves are double-layered with a puffy piece below, and the bow at her chest is big with a small white frilly piece behind it. Her back of her top is split into two coat-tails, each of which is split in the middle to give a petal-like appearance, and her skirt has a frilly layer underneath it. Her arm protectors are extremely short, with dark yellow ribbons at the wrists. Her boots are short with yellow at the top and small dark yellow ribbons.

Aoi grinned as she transformed in powerful icy blue. Her ponytail grows in length to resemble a messy blue lions mane while she gains short forelocks and thicker bangs. On top of her head are light blue lion ears and a gold crown with a scoop of white and light blue ice cream. Her earrings are gold crowns. Her attire consists of a blue jacket with yellow cuff and lapel and a thick, loose collar with fluffy trim and a sky blue choker. Her balloon skirt is split into two designs with fluffy trim on top, one side is sky blue with white swirls, while the other is pale cream. Sticking out from the bottom is a blue lions tail, while her Sweets Pact rests on a light blue ruffled bow on the left hip. Her blue gloves are thick with a yellow rectangle on top of the hand. She wears thick blue and white ankle-length boots with sky blue socks, with the right one pulled up to the thigh and the left one worn above the ankle.

"Sparkling Rock, Papers, Scissors!" Peace made a paper motion as she twirled. "I'm Cure Peace!"

"Cure Gelato! Ready to serve!" Gelato did a rocker pose to finish her transformation.

Both of the girls nod as they charge the Akanbe together. Peace was putting in some good kicks and punches while Gelato supported her from behind with a few punches from her ice encrusted fist.

"Uh Gelato, can you actually fight without the use of a magical item?" Peace asked her, making the lioness give her a weird look.

"What's wrong with the way I fight? Don't you fight with magic too?" Gelato asked her, giving the Akanbe a good punch in the nose. "I thought all cures fought with magic? The two groups we teamed up with used magic all the time."

Peace tossed the Akanbe over her shoulder, sending him flying in the air. "That's not how we fight classically. Old cures fought with magic, but only for a last resort! You need to fight with your passion, like you told me with my drawing!"

Gelato's eyes widen at that revelation. She was right, her team didn't even use fighting methods that much! With the exception of Macaroon and Chocolat, the rest of the girls don't use fist for fighting! She put her Sweets Pact up and gave her a grin.

"Alright Peace, let's fight this monster the old fashion way!" Giving her a thumbs up, Peace smiles at her. "How hard should we punch this idiot?"

"Hard enough to make the Shadow Realm feel it!" Peace said, charging up the thunder. "Let's do it!"

Both of them charged the Akanbe and gave him a powerful punch to the red rubber nose. Akaoni watched in amazement as the two worked together to beat down his Akanbe! How did they just get more pwoerful with every punch? Was he really losing his touch?

"No way! How did they get so powerful? What happened between those two?" He wondered aloud, his face sweating with fear. "Master Pierrot is not going to like this!"

"Time to end this!" Peace said, as the two made the Akanbe fall to the ground. Gelato grinned as she summoned her Candy Rod.

"I couldn't agree more with ya Peace. Let's crank up the power!"

Peace put two fingers in the air as an electric shock ran down her back. "PRECURE!" She then spins around with the lightning bolts circling her, concentrates the energy onto both hands in their peace signs. "PEACE THUNDER!" Then she unleashed the powerful bolts of lightning.

Gelato created an ice ball with her wand. "KIRAKIRAKIRARU!" Then she let the shards of ice to coalesce into a giant ice ball. "GELATO SHAKE!" She then repeatedly punches the ball with her ice-encased left fist, causing it to shatter and send shards flying at the target.

The attacks combine to form a barrage of electric shards of ice. The akanbe gets hit with these attacks as he denigrates into nothing. The two girls cheered loudly as they give each other a high five. Akaoni growled at them as he disappeared.

"You did such a great job! We should team up more often." Gelato said, jumping up and down. "Next time, we should bring the whole group to fight!"

"Yeah! Let's do this again really soon. Maybe we can team up again." Peace agreed.

Then the two spent the rest of the day talking about all their adventures and trading their hobbies. Yayoi got to sing a couple of songs with Aoi while she helped her find the perfect idea to draw.

The two walked around Precure Park with a new sense of vigor and moral until...

"This was a fun day! We should hang out again sometime." Aoi said, slinging her guitar case over her shoulder. "Wonder when that day will be."

"I'm not sure, but I want to go home and take a long nap after that fight." Yayoi yawned as she rubbed her eyes. "Let's just hope that nothing happens on the way home."

A loud explosion goes off behind them as they turn around to see a giant monster rampaging the city. Aoi slowly took out her Sweets Pact as Yayoi took out her Smile Pact. But a gloved hand stopped both of them as they looked to see six teens with attitude in colorful spandex and helmets standing behind them. Yayoi's jaw dropped at the appearance of them while Aoi gave them a weird look.

"Who are you guys?" She asked them, still confused at their sudden appearance.

"Who are we? Have you not been in Japan for a long time or something?" The green one said. "We are the Power Rangers!"

Yayoi squealed loudly at this. "Oh my gosh! You guys are super cool! Can I get an autograph?"

The red one patted her head. "No problem, as soon as we defeat this giant monster...."

"No! Allow us to defeat the monster!" They all turned around to see more spandex heroes. "I am Kamen Rider and this is my crew!"

"Wait...which version are you? Are you the new ones or the 90s edition?" Yayoi asked, her eyes swirling in confusion.

"Doesn't matter, we have more people to fight monsters like this." Kamen Rider said, looking at her. "So let a great team of spandex heroes fight this one."

"Are you a threat? Are you trying to make us mad?" Green Ranger said, going in his face. "Cause we can fight this right now!"

Aoi leaned over to Yayoi before the heroes were about to fight. "Are you sure these are the heroes you idolize so much?"

But Yayoi didn't hear her, she was too busy fangirling over the awesomeness of her two favorite series teaming up together.

#secret pretty cure exchange

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ajokeformur-ray · 7 years

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Hi! Could I get a naruto, black butler and death note ship please?

I’m a bisexual female, I’m 5'10 and have short hair but I’m growing it out because I’ve gotten tired of short hair. I’m clumsy and shy when it comes to real life interactions but when I’m online I’m extremely open and a bit more confident (not much though). A lot of times when I first meet someone I end up telling them almost everything there is to know about myself so there are no secrets and so people have an idea of what they’re dealing with. I have really bad social anxiety off the internet in some situations though, like if I’m in crowded places I feel like I’m suffocating, or if I’m talking to someone I don’t know I’m really awkward and stutter a lot.

I’m really uncomfortable around children and I prefer to stay away from them. I like writing or reading and keeping to myself most of the time unless I’m forced to leave the house. I have mild bipolar disorder and depression, which really messes with me a lot but I try to ignore it if possible, if it’s not that easy then I seek out friends who could possibly help. I have little care about my own health or wellbeing.

I’m homeschooled and I have no friends outside of the internet. My favorite color is burgundy and I really like aesthetic photography, I like to browse around on tumblr or Pinterest to find such things.

In the future I want to become and author, it’s a dream I’ve had for a really long time and I’m even planning a book right now.

I love horror and spooky things that keep me on edge, I also really love circus’s and freak shows (so I guess you can imagine how much I loved season 3 of BB) and I even want to learn some of the acts like knife throwing, sword swallowing and contortion.

My favorite movies are Tim Burton movies, the Harry Potter series and Lord Of The Rings/The Hobbit. All of those are held extremely close to my heart since I grew up watching them.

I’m an extremely accepting person, I feel like I’d be friends with just about anyone depending on what they’ve done. I don’t judge easily or too harshly at least, I’m more of a jokester when it comes to all that.

I’m extremely insecure when it comes to affection since I’m not used to it, I haven’t been given much of that as a child and even still today so it makes me really uncomfortable sometimes and tends to scare me.

I think I’ve covered the more important parts. I hope this made things easy for you to match me with people 💗💗 thank you!! - @baritoneburps

Itachi

- When you meet Itachi and tell him everything relevant about you, he listens with an unreadable face, his eyes analysing your every movement, his mind analysing your every word and hearing what you don’t say as well as what you do. When you’re finished, he is silent for a long moment and then he thanks you for your candour. If you’re lucky, though you’re his s/o so you will be, he’d tell you a little bit about him, too, just to level the playing field. In a crowded place, Itachi would keep a hand hovering near the small of your back, not touching you, ready to steer you out of the crowd at a moment’s notice.

- You’re very independent and you don’t ask much of anyone, which Itachi would find more of a bonus than most. He’s often away from the village on a mission so he needs an s/o who understands that he has a duty to his village that is bigger than he responsibilities with them, and he’d need his s/o to know that he can’t always check up on them or be there when they need someone. He would get annoyed by your lack of concern over your own health and would likly entrust you to Sasuke - that is to say, Sasuke drops by with food and the like with a, “Hn, I’m hungry so I bought food.” and he’d eat with you, making it look like he’s the one who needs company. This is all part of their arrangement and it suits everyone in varying degrees.

- Itachi would be sure to not spend time you with during school hours, thinking your studies more important than him - which is a valid point because while education is important, a relationship should never take priority over your future academically. Sometimes, if he has time on the way home from a mission, he’ll stop and buy a disposable camera and snap a few shots of the scenery, hoping you’ll appreciate them. He’s surprisingly good at photography…

- Itachi would support you in your writing pursuits and would likely take you on dates to circuses and extreme talent acts, such as those who breathe fire. If he really wants to impress you, he might even show you a few of his jutsus, which are quite dangerous to perform and should be used as a last resort defence. When you’re down, Itachi would put on your favourite films and sit there with you, waiting for you to talk. If you don’t talk then it’s fine, he’ll simply observe you until he can figure it out for himself.

- Your extremely accepting nature only draws Itachi to you and he finds himself telling you about his missions - though he’s careful not to mention things that are meant to be kept confidential. He would spend more time with you at night, lying side by side but not touching unless you initiate it, and even then he’s careful to observe you for signs of discomfort - any hint of a sign and he won’t touch you for the rest of the night even if he’s in a cuddly mood. Itachi’s biggest flaw and greatest strength is the fact that he’s self-sacrificing.

Sebastian (be still, my heart…)

- Sebastian is 6′’1 (tol bean) so he’s a good height for you as far as aesthetics go. He’d be intrigued by how you differ online to how you are in real life and I suspect he’d try to help you with your confidence in real life by complimenting you - genuine compliments, he means what he says and never lies - and would listen to you describe yourself. He might correct you on a few things if he thought you weren’t being completely truthful or if you had something wrong, but other than that he’d watch you with an unreadable face. He would then smirk, bow lowly, and tell you a bit about him. By the end of the conversation, you know each other well enough to know that you’re going to get on like a house on fire. When he has to plan social events, he always has a back-up plan to get you out of there if you need to.

- You keep yourself to yourself and that takes a weight off of his mind, especially if he rarely gets time off between managing the Manor, looking after Ciel, carrying out errands and cleaning up after everyone. It helps him to do his tasks efficiently when he knows that you’re two floors above him, curled up in the library reading or writing. He would be very curious and intrigued by your bipolar and depression and would ask you all about them, if you’d let him, and then he’d go off and do a bit of reseaarch. Within three days, he knows exactly how to help you before you even need help.

- Sebastian would be really good with your homeschooling as it’s not so different from Ciel’s own academic arrangements. I can see him flitting from room to room, helping each of you with your studies, though he tends to taunt Ciel when he can’t get an answer right as fast as he usually can. As far as aesthetic photography goes, Sebastian would always be armed with an empty camera on outings, ready to snap you a shot of whatever you find beautiful; though, sadly, he doesn’t ever let you photograph him.

- Sebastian would be quite supportive of your writing. It’s one of the oldest crafts that humankind has and he marvesl over how you can create a story from your own mind. He reads some of your work and he’s always too wuick and too thorouh for you to spot him/for him to leaavve signs that he’s been snooping. He would sometimes scare you, just to keep you on your toes. He is a demon, after all, and you need to be careful around him, something he never lets you forget. He will easily and happily show off for you, pulling all sorts of contortions and fire tricks out from his sleeves, sometimes literally, and will be your own entertainment system when he has the time to do so, even if it’s only for five minutes. He would ask you so many questions on your favourite films, even when you make him watch them all with you.

- With affection, it’s a luxury that Sebastian doesn’t ever need so he’d only touch you to stop you from tripping, slipping or if he has to rescue you when someone tries to storm the Manor - something they don’t walk away from unscathed. Your acceptance doesn’t surprise him but again, he wants to know why you’re so accepting and would wonder if you don’t sometimes have judgemental thoughts but you brush them off.

Misa

- Misa is very confident, almost excessively so because of her fame so you’d probably have to either... Deal with it or become more confident, or simply stay home when she goes to signings because they do get incredibly crowded. If you went with her to support her anyway, she’d tell one of her security guards - her most trusted one - to keep an eye out on you and if you have to go, you have to go that instant so that you don’t get panicky or overly anxious. She’d appreciate how open you are with her before the two of you got together and so nothing comes as a surprise She’s a lot more intelligent than she lets on, though sometimes you see glimpses of it.

- If any of these three would force you out of the house, it’d be Misa. If you didn’t want to though, she’d let you be, not wanting to upset you. She’d appreciate the quietness that comes with having you around as her life is so hectic and buy - and secretly murderous and dangerous - that coming home after a concert to you reading or writing makes her so drowsy she’d end up falling asleep beside you, her head resting on the back of the couch. It would bug her that you’re very careless with your health and well-being but there are times when she’s much the same way so she can’t say too much on the moral high ground. You’re always her biggest concern, though. That’s one thing that’d never change, no matter how deep into Kira’s web she became.

- You’re homeschooled and your only real contact with society is the internet, Misa and your family. She’s intelligent and perceptive and would always be able to help you with your work if you asked for or needed help, though she wouldn’t ever push it on you. She’d definitely buy you clothes in burgundy and would sincerely compliment you when you wear them wanting to give you a reason to feel confident about yourself.

- Misa could use her fame to get you along with your novel, if you wanted a bit of help getting out there and getting heard. She’d be very supportive of you. I mentioned Kira earlier and for sure, if you were together for longer than a year, she’d get you to touch the Note and she’d introduce you to Rem - you can’t get much creepier and scarier than a real Shinigami, and she certainly puts the Babadook to shame. Your dates tend to be to her concerts, though you’re allowed backstage as a VIP guest, or to circus and freakshows. Anything to make you smile, she’s down for. She’s selfless and while she can be self-centred at times, she always comes right back down to you. When you’re down or upset, your favourite films and snacks are her go-to solution.

- She loves how accepting and non-judgemental you are and she would definitely want you in Kira’s New World. If only people could be more like you, she’d think, then life would be better for everyone. She’s not much for affection and tends to use it as a weapon so really, it’d all be in your hands if you ever initiated it with her.

Hope you liked it! :)

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