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missmorosis · 3 years

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sick manager :)

-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima

part 2 with sugawara and kuroo here!

personally i loved writing these, so lmk if you want a part 2 with other characters 👀

TW: PASSING OUT :))

To sum up how you felt in one word, you were exhausted. You were physically overworked; pushed to your limit with tons of schoolwork, stress, extracurriculars, and on top of that, you were your school's volleyball team manager. You were merely a first year, but you did your job well, and the entire team loved you.

You had tried to power through the classes, running with just two hours of sleep. Work was starting to pile up, so you had no time for sleep.

You felt yourself falling asleep during lectures, curling up on the grass for quick naps during lunch, and throughout the day, you had the worst headache.

With luck, you managed to make it through, but you still had hours of volleyball ahead of you. You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sleepiness clouding your head. Your head pounded, and nothing was really registering in your brain.

There was no denying it, you were sick.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was still annoying. You didn't want to miss the day's volleyball practice, because you had an upcoming game, so you decided to just push through and deal with it.

Ignoring how bad your head hurt, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto, someone you recognized as the captain of the team you were the manager for, spotted you from a distance and was already bouncing, beaming as he waved. You smiled back with a small wave. He didn't mind that you didn't match his enthusiasm; he was used to it, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about it.

The two of you walked down to the gym, Bokuto talking animatedly the whole way there in the background. You didn't mind though, it was nice to just listen. However, every word he chirped bore into your brain, seeming to echo.

You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but try to drown out his voice by focusing on your surroundings.

A green bush. A tall tree. A group of students.

“Y/N?” Bokuto waved his hand in front of your face, and you looked up at the mention of your name.

“Hm? Sorry, sorry, I’m just... oh, we’re here!” you said, quickly changing the subject. You didn’t want him to worry, and it was no big deal anyways... You could finally see the gym, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the short walk was actually several miles long.

You finally made it-

Shoot.

A sudden dizzy spell overtook you. Shutting your eyes tight, you stumbled on your own feet, your legs giving out beneath you. No, no, no....

"Y/N!" Bokuto yelped as he caught you. He pulled you close to him, and whimpering, you leaned on his chest, trying to stay conscious.

“Sorry...” you breathed softly, just trying to focus on the way Bokuto’s chest went up, and down.

Up... and down. You shut your eyes tighter as a wave of your headache hit. Bokuto’s arms around you were definitely helping you stay standing, and you were thankful. Up... and down.

Then you slumped into his arms.

...

The second your eyes opened again, you were knocked back with a hug. You grunted at the unexpected impact, but smiled when you realized it was Bokuto.

"Y/N! You're awake!" Bokuto yelled, his voice watery with relief. "I thought you died," he sobbed, and you hugged him tight.

"I'm fine, I promise," you said with a laugh. "Just... thirsty." Bokuto leaped to get you a glass of water as fast as he could.

While he was gone, you looked around to see that you were in the nurse's office. You could just imagine Bokuto running with you unconscious in his arms, and you smiled at the thought.

Bokuto came back with the promised water, and he lay a hand on you to check up on your temperature.

"You're really burning up... why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked, pouting.

"I didn't want you to worry... I thought I would be fine, and that I would make it through practice." He shook his head.

"I want to know, okay?" You nodded with a smile.

"How long was I unconscious?" He thought for a second before responding.

"Only for a couple seconds, but you were kinda drowsy so we made you rest. It's been a couple hours now." You immediately got up.

"Practice isn't over yet?" you asked, still hopeful. Maybe you could at least stay for an hour? It was better than noth-

"Y/N..." he sad warningly, and you knew going wasn't an option.

"Fine..."

"Good," he responded, satisfied with your answer.

Walking out of the classroom, you met eyes with Oikawa Tooru, who immediately lit up at the sight of you. His smile immediately turned into a frown, immediately noticing something was different about you, given how perceptive he was.

"What's wrong?" he questioned slowly, and you shook your head.

"Nothing's wrong, Tooru... I'm just tired," you said, but he looked at you suspiciously.

“You should take a break,” he reminded you gently, and you shook your head, no matter how tempted you were.

“I really can’t, I’ve got… a lot to do. But I’m fine, I swear,” you assured him, gesturing towards the gym, despite the sick feeling in your body. You swallowed, trying to swallow the dizziness. “Let’s go!” You tried for a smile, and Oikawa responded with a hesitant one, finally deciding to let it go.

Starting to walk towards the gym with the volleyball player following close behind, you shook your head, trying to shake out the growing light-headed feeling that you dreaded. It wouldn’t go away.

Shutting your eyes as tight as you could, you didn’t even notice that you stopped walking until someone tapped your shoulder.

“Hm?” You peeked your eyes open slightly to notice Oikawa standing next to you.

“Y/N-chan?” His face was written all over with concern.

“Sorry, I just…” You laughed sheepishly, trying to shrug it off, but the pain was beginning to be way too much. “I.. just…” you tried to say, but you were unable to finish as you swayed to one side, tripping over your own feet trying to stay standing. You heard Oikawa's yelp as he rushed to catch you, and you blinked slowly before passing out completely.

...

As soon as you woke up, you found yourself in your own bedroom. When you got up, wondering how you got there, you were met with Oikawa's frown.

"When was the last time you had at least seven hours of sleep?" he asked, disapproval in his eyes as he pushed you back into bed. You gave a shy smile.

"Maybe... two weeks ago?" Oikawa gasped dramatically before tutting in distaste.

"You need to sleep, or else your health will plummet," he said, shaking his head. Of course, at that moment, your headache had to come back. You winced and shut your eyes, burying your face into your hands. "What's wrong?" You shook your head with a sigh.

"My head's killing me," you admitted. "It's been like this all day."

"Wha- Y/N," he scolded, leaving the room. Where was he going? Ah. He came back with some medicine and a thermometer.

"Thanks." You swallowed the medicine, and Oikawa immediately forced the thermometer into your mouth.

"103.2?! Y/N, you'll be here for a good three days. I'm not ever letting you leave your bed until you get better, and I won't leave either." You laughed at his motherly antics.

"But what about pract-" you started, but Oikawa shushed you.

"Think of it as a much needed break." You stared at him.

"Did you at least go today?"

"No, of course not! You were freaking unconscious, I can't go and hit some good serves if I know that my precious Y/N could possibly be in pain," he said with a pout.

"Aw, Tooru..." You kissed his cheek. "You're too swee-" He pushed you back into your pillows, pulling the covers up before you could finish.

"Now rest up, Y/N-chan."

You glanced at your phone; you still had an hour until volleyball practice...

A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?

You found a nice, private corner, and huddled up. Using your backpack as a pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly.

Some time later, Tsukishima was walking by, on his way to practice. His eyes spotted you asleep in the corner, and he smirked.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, laughing to himself softly. "Hey, get up, Y/N." He flicked his finger on your forehead, and laughed when you began to stir awake.

"Mm?" Your voice was raspy from both sickness and sleepiness, and you blinked your eyes, trying to adjust. You shielded your face from the light with your hand, and you finally made out Tsukki's tall figure kneeling in front of you. "Oh, hi Tsukki..." He held out his hand with a smug smile, offering to help you up.

You groaned when you realized that the nap didn't make your headache go away. Getting up too fast, you swayed for a good two seconds; Tsukki's hands were on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

"Ten bucks you don't make it through practice without passing out," he joked, but you had a feeling he was going to be ten dollars richer soon enough. You nodded sleepily, but quickly froze.

"Wait- am I late for practice?" You frantically dug your phone out, sighing in relief when you learned that you still had ten minutes to spare.

"What, you think I would be late?" Tsukishima said, jokingly. "But anyways, I'm not letting you go to practice today. Clearly you need rest... and..." His hand rested on your forehead, and he nodded. "Like I thought, you have a fever." You swatted his hand away.

"Today's practice is important, I can't miss it. I'll be fine, Tsukki, since when do you worry about me?" You turned around, heading towards the gym, when your head hurt just a bit too much. You winced, and faster than your brain could process what was happening, you were already falling to the ground and everything went dark.

...

"Oh, you're awake." You opened your eyes and saw Tsukishima waiting for you. You were in the nurse's office from the looks of it, and Tsukishima got up with some water and medicine.

"Here, take this." You nodded and followed his command.

"Thanks," you said, rubbing your head.

"Hm. You know how you asked when I started to worry about you?" he asked, sticking a thermometer into your mouth.

"Hm? Oh... yeah." You recalled how you had said something like that right before you passed out. You took the thermometer out and glanced at the temperature.

103.2. You hid the thermometer behind your back, knowing Tsukki would not be happy with your temperature.

"The answer was always; I always care about you, even if I don't seem like it."

"Wow, Tsukki..." It surprised you; you never thought you would hear anything nice coming out of Tsukishima's mouth.

"Also, you act like a five year old sometimes, people can't help but worry about you," he added. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Now hand over the thermometer. I didn't forget." Sighing, you reluctantly gave it to him.

"Welp, will you at least cuddle with me until I get better?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. You're contagious..." You pouted, and he sighed. "Fine."

BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDD!! THANKS FOR READING BABE

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paperpennies · 3 years

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Please tell me about your AU idea where Sasha and Milla meet in Brazil as teenagers and basically end up long-distance dating before either of them become Psychonauts ^_^

Oh hey look at that, totally out of nowhere, not prompted by me at all! (@2somethingelseyoumightknow2 and @strawberry-et also asked me about it but it seems redundant to answer three separate asks. I didn’t think three people would actually do it lol. Also sorry for taking 8 years to answer.) This idea came out of just smushing two thoughts together. Then I got weirdly attached. Buckle in; it’s gonna be pretty long. Under a cut to avoid annoying feed scrolling.

So, AU is: Sasha mom lives, meaning he turns out a lot better emotionally adjusted since he grows up with at least one attentive parent. His dad is better too- still pretty emotionally constipated but not, like, broken the way he is in canon. The family also has 4-5 more kids after Sasha. This does mean they’re pretty poor but they do okay.

His mother is a schoolteacher, who is somewhat unusual in the time period for working and being a mom of a big family at the same time. She and Sasha are quite close; he gets a lot of his intellectual and curious side from her. In his eyes, he’s much more like her than like his dad (although people who know them both would say he’s a lot more like his father than he thinks). His mother also knows about his psychic powers, having noticed them as soon as they started showing up, but his dad and siblings (probably) don’t.

The story starts when Sasha is 14-15 years old. He’s getting increasingly bored living in a small rural town with few opportunities related to his interests, and his developing psychic powers (and probable undiagnosed autism) make things even more complicated and difficult for him. His mother gets an opportunity, probably with some kind of charity organization, to go teach German/English and maybe other stuff in Brazil for a while. She decides to take it, and take Sasha with her so he can have some different life experiences. She also takes his youngest sister along, since she’s still very little and dad’s already going to be left alone with three other kids.

(Also, my assumed age for Sasha and Milla in the games is like mid-30s, which, if the games take place in mid/late 80s, would mean they were born in the mid-50s. That means they would be 14-15 in the late 60s. So that’s the timeline I’m going with here.)

So they go to Brazil. The school Sasha’s mom is working at is either at or associated with an orphanage- maybe a church that has a school and an orphanage. Of course, Milla is there. I don’t have a lot of the details locked in here. It’s hard because we know nothing about Milla’s family or life before she was working at the orphanage, so I’m really just pulling this out of nowhere to fit in with this AU. For the purposes of this, she has no family and is living at the orphanage and going to the school there (even though that’s sad and I kinda don’t like it. May change it. Hm.)

Anyway, Sasha’s mom is teaching at the school; Sasha is doing basically independent study. I also haven’t decided if Milla is in his mom’s classes, because I haven’t decided what age group(s) she’s teaching. Either Milla’s in her classes or gets employed (or volunteers) to babysit Sasha’s little sister and that’s how she comes to be around. Oh, and also for the purposes of this, Sasha’s mom already spoke Portuguese before this, and Sasha’s been learning it prior to arriving there, so he’s like conversational at least.

Either way, Sasha and Milla meet. Despite having some initial personality conflict, they find they have a weird connection to each other. Milla is curious about this feeling and interprets it as maybe being a crush, although it feels a little bit different. She decides to try and befriend him to understand it better, and also because that’s just what Milla does. She’s the sort of person who makes people her friends half-against-their-will just by being friendly and caring consistently until they can’t deny that they’re friends.

Sasha, meanwhile, is wary of her and her enthusiasm because he’s not great with the social stuff, especially with the culture and language gaps at play. He’s also wary of the feeling because it seems psychic-related, but he doesn’t know what that means. Plus Milla is like super pretty and nice and he gets tongue-tied and red-faced whenever she talks to him, but he definitely doesn’t like her shut up Mom.

Over time, Milla’s determination prevails, and they become genuine friends. He hides the fact that he’s psychic at first, but eventually does tell her. He asks her if she’s sure she’s not psychic, because she really seems psychic somehow. She doesn’t think she is, but he theorizes she’s probably not quite normal, at least, and that’s where the connection they’ve felt from the beginning comes from.

Since they’re actually perfect for each other, their friendship grows deeper over the months they spend hanging out. By the time Sasha has to leave, they’ve developed real romantic (in a 14-15 year old way) feelings for each other. They don’t ever really talk about it, but promise to write.

And they do. Sasha’s siblings start referring to the girl he writes to as his girlfriend to tease/annoy him, but eventually it sticks. He stops protesting, although he never confirms whether or not it’s true, and it starts being matter-of-fact to them instead of a joke. On Milla’s side, she still talks about him to her friends like he’s still there, and she gets the penpal-boyfriend teasing, too. It doesn’t really bug her, though. They save up money over a few years to go and visit each other, and talk about their relationship enough to be sort of “official”. It’s rough since they rarely get to see each other in person or even talk on the phone, but they keep going.

Years pass, and some things change and others don’t. Sasha mother dies when he’s in his late teens, and he and his dad start having bigger and bigger issues between them in the wake of greiving. He leaves home as soon as he’s sure his younger siblings will be fine without him around. Out and about in the world, he gets recruited into the Psychonauts within the next few years (the specifics of this don’t matter too much for this AU). Milla goes on to work in her orphanage, the thing she’s most passionate about. They still keep close in touch, and get to see each other a more often now that they’re grown up and Sasha has better access to international travel. They finally decide “okay yes, we really are actually dating” even though it’s still long distance. Sasha’s colleagues 100% do not believe his story about having a beautiful long-distance girlfriend in Brazil, because that would sound fake af even if wasn’t coming from the very serious, not-romantic-at-all Sasha. Even his picture of them together does not convince them.

Then, the thing happens. Milla’s orphanage burns down, and her psychic powers finally fully awaken. Because of her knowledge of psychics, she realizes what’s happening, but it’s still a horrifically traumatic event. Sasha takes a leave period to come and help her, finds that it’s even more serious than he’d expected, and puts her in touch with the Psychonauts directly for some better assistance. He’s too close to her to do more than an initial check-up himself.

They find Milla has a lot of potential and extend an offer to join the intern program (which at that time spans a larger age range than later on). She rejects the offer at first, tries to go back to her life, but later decides she needs to make a complete change and accepts. Sasha’s colleagues are shocked to find out she is indeed real. She graduates first out of her class, as one of the best levitators the organization has ever seen. Technically, she and Sasha aren’t supposed to be romantically involved as agents, but the Psychonauts have always been pretty loosey-goosey about that rule (given the history of its founders).

So that was a novel in length. It’s not necessarily that interesting in this form, but there’s the AU. I think the interest would be the specifics of how their relationship would play out as a story, if they met young enough and under the right circumstances to not to get stuck in the hang-ups their relationship has in canon. If you read this far, tell me what you think! Thoughts, feelings, emotional outbursts?

#SashaMilla #Sasha Nein #Milla Vodello #AU #Psychonauts #It's not as super different as like the vampire one people have going but I think there's interesting things to explore there #I wanna do some art for it but I wanna do art for a lot of things #so it may not happen

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missturtleduck · 4 years

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The Girls of Ba Sing Se - (Sokka x f!Reader) Pt. 6

Part Five│Part Seven

“You let me nearly be eaten, Toph!”

She didn’t know how she ended up on Sokka’s chest, but Y/N wasn’t complaining.

It had been a few days since Azula administered psychological warfare on the Avatar and friends when she deprived them all of sleep, and so far, the days had been uneventful. The group had gone through the usual motions; travel for a while, make camp, eat, train, and sleep. One achievement Y/N was especially proud of, however, was training Qin to not eat Momo – Qin being the twenty-foot-long mongoose lizard that had refused to leave Y/N alone.

“I can’t believe you’re keeping it!” Katara had said, eyeing the creature warily, Momo clinging onto her by her loopies.

“But, Katara,” Y/N had whined, “We let you keep Sokka!”

Sokka was not amused.

Sleep, however, was a priority after they were deprived. With little to do when they made camp, Sokka and Y/N often made the most of it – the basking warmth of the sun and the cool shade from overhanging trees – with naps throughout the day. Perhaps that was how she ended up with her head on Sokka’s chest, ear over his heart, soothed by its steady thumping. How his hand ended up in her hair was another question entirely to Y/N, but she assumed it was probably the same for him; they had just moved in their sleep.

Just as Y/N was about to drift back into lazy slumber, Sokka yelped, shooting up and knocking her off of his chest. As she was about to shout at him, the anger caught in her throat, bubbling into laughter when she saw the mess in front of her.

Qin had her head on Sokka’s legs, pinning him down, her tail thumping like a dog – something she had likely learned from Momo. Her laughter developed into raucous cackling as Qin’s head slid up to rest on his chest, Sokka flailing his arms miserably in an attempt to get her off. Betrayal crossed his face as he watched Y/N double over in pure glee.

“Y/N!” He croaked, not appreciating the reptile nuzzling against him. “Get your dragon off of me!”

Still giggling, Y/N clapped her hand, Qin’s head snapping around to identify the noise. Clambering off of the poor boy, trampling him along the way, the lizard waited excitedly in front of her. Her tail had the strength of an earthbender’s tremor, enough to break ribs or send a soldier flying. Y/N though it was adorable, like when Kuai would wag his stub of a tail in excitement at the littlest thing. She missed Kuai.

“Qin,” Y/N said, catching her breath from giggling, “Qin is not a dragon. She’s a mongoose lizard.”

Sokka narrowed his eyes. “She’s probably spying for the Fire Nation.”

“Oh yeah?” She challenged, resting her chin on top of Qin’s head. “Qin, are you a Fire Nation spy?”

The reptile took its great tongue and licked its own eye, letting it loll dumbly after. Y/N gestured to the docile creature as if to say proof enough.

“That is exactly what a Fire Nation spy would say.”

Y/N didn’t think she had ever laughed so hard in her life. Taking a seat in front of the campfire, which had lit very easily, she began boiling tea over the flames. Sokka sat opposite her, a goofy frown on his face as he grumbled to himself. To add to insult, Qin seemed completely unaffected, learning nothing about personal space as she curled her tail around Sokka’s midriff as she basked in the sun.

Comically, the three raised their heads to look eastwards as a great crack resounded through the mountain range. Aang was learning to earthbend, Y/N knew this much, but was it honestly that loud?

“I have an excellent idea!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her friend across the fire, whose hands gestured so wildly that his tea flew out of his cup. “I hope it’s not crying over spilt tea.”

“Hardy har har,” He blanched, sticking his tongue out. “No, we should train Qin to hunt!”

On cue, the reptile raised her head to look at Sokka, eyes glazed over with glee. Looking at the dopey animal, Y/N doubted it had the mental capability to catch an animal. Chase an animal? Qin could do that for miles? Have the depth perception and overall smarts to catch it? A firebender had more chance surviving in the North Pole.

“If you want to help train Qin, we’ll train Qin.”

With those words, Sokka tightened his wolf tail and wrapped his forearms ready for a hunting trip. Slinging her staff over her back, Y/N finished her tea, smothering the flames. She had a feeling that today was going to be very amusing.

To start with, Sokka held seal jerky under Qin’s nose, talking to her lowly as if he were bartering with a stall vendor. Surprising Y/N, Qin seemed interested. She knew that mongoose lizards were omnivorous, but she couldn’t imagine any animal wanting to snack on, let alone take a whiff of, dried seal jerky. Maybe she was just projecting; she wasn’t overly fond of the food as Sokka was, though he seemed fond of any food put on his plate.

Qin’s tail hit the floor in enthusiasm, a clear sign she smelt something similar. Sure, she was no shirshu, but she still had a keen enough nose to do what Sokka needed – well, wanted.

Following her nose, Qin moved swiftly, running ahead of Y/N and Sokka until she was nearly out of sight. Skidding to a halt, the lizard looked over the edge of the canyon, eyes trained to one spot. Obviously, she had found something. It was Sokka who got there first, less wary of the rocky edge than Y/N. He pumped his fist in the air, whooping something about an easy lunch.

That was until Qin startled, knocking him over the canyon edge.

“Sokka!” Y/N screamed, tripping over herself to look over the edge.

He looked up from the rocky crevice he was trapped in, a goofy grin on his face. “Aw, you care.”

“Shut up,” She muttered, sliding down the rock face with relative ease, Qin not far behind. “I was only upset because if you died like that, Katara would never let Qin stay.”

“Uh huh, and that’s why you screamed my name.”

Flushing red, she stared pointedly away from the boy, focusing her attention on her new favourite reptile, who was struggling to descend as easily. It took a few moments for the blood to return to normal in her face, so she thought it was safe to look at Sokka again. She was wrong. He was still grinning at her from his trap, eyebrows raised. She suddenly had a very vivid image of a fair game she used to play at festivals involving a large stick and a hole hopping gopher – and she already had the big stick, or staff.

“You’re very cocky for a boy stuck between a rock and a hard place,” Y/N quipped, taking a seat next to Sokka on the ground.

Sokka barked out a laugh. “And you’re very funny today!”

Y/N, cupping her face in her hands, pouted. “I’m always funny. Speaking of...”

Stifling a giggle, Y/N pointed past Sokka’s right side at Qin. She had managed to make it down the cliff face, and even found what she was hunting. Rather than having the baby animal between her jaws, she was playing with it, watching it chase her hand.

“You know, when I trained Qin to not rip Momo in half, I think she’s just applied it to all tiny creatures,” Y/N mused, “Kinda cute, really.”

He hummed in agreement, sounding almost dreamy. “Yeah, she is.”

The place he had managed to get stuck, though snug, had some beautiful surroundings. Naturally, the canyon was home to many different flora types, but the trees that had weathered such harsh conditions were phenomenally beautiful. Somehow the leaves seemed to shine with a green more brilliant than the uniforms of earthbending soldiers, or even the emerald adornments of noblewomen’s robes. It was shockingly quiet, bar the occasional bird call, each one new and more exotic than the last.

Grunting with effort, Sokka shimmied himself up in the crack, propping himself up with his arms.

Y/N frowned. “Should I go find Toph?”

“No!” He exclaimed, startling her. “No. Just keep me company?”

Her frown quickly dissolved into a small smile. Wordlessly, she sunk to his level, unpinning her hair and laying on the dusty ground. The sky was nice at least, serenely blue against the earth tones of the canyon.

“Is the sky as pretty here as it is in the South?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to catch a glimpse of Sokka.

“Oh, way prettier,” He said, his tone completely confident. “You know how blue the sky is right now? In the South Pole, it kinda meshes with the ice, like an ocean of sky.”

Y/N snorted. “Oh, so you’re a poet now.”

“Hey!” He pouted. “You asked! And I would know what that was like, considering I’m the only one from my village who can captain a ship.”

“A ship!”

“Well, more like a boat.”

“A boat?”

“A very small fishing canoe.”

The pair dissolved into laughter, Sokka shifting so that he didn’t slip down entirely.

“You live in the South Pole though,” Y/N said, brows furrowing in confusion. “Isn’t fishing your livelihood?”

“Not just fishing.” Sokka’s tone shifted, becoming more serious as he eyes glossed over with something very different from the glee it had just been. “My dad and his partner, Bato, would know how to captain proper ships. Most the men from my village knew how to work on a boat.”

Knew.

Y/N sat up, propping her chin up on her palm. “You’re the only man in your village?”

“You’re looking at him!” He joked, though his heart didn’t seem in it. “The best captain, warrior, and overall guy you’ll find.”

She looked at him, her eyes sad, her smile even sadder. Silent, she put her hand over his, looking at him in the eyes. They stayed like that for a moment until he cleared his throat, his face red and uncomfortable.

“What about you then?” Sokka asked, staring up at her with what she could only describe as puppy dog eyes. “You’re my friend and I know nearly nothing about you.”

Spirits, help me.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Do you have parents?”

“A mother,” She nodded, her face softening ever so slightly. “She lives in Ba Sing Se, actually. It was where I was heading when Lao had his tantrum.”

“Is she pretty like you?” He said, head tilted in curiosity.

“Sokka, you best not be going after my mum,” Y/N scoffed, hiding how pink she was turning. “No, I’m her spitting image, apparently. Brown eyes and what not, y’know? I didn’t, however, pick up her affinity for earthbending. I don’t really know what she’s doing since she sent me away.”

Sokka scowled, a silent question.

“I guess she though Ba Sing Se wasn’t safe anymore,” She shrugged. “That, or she finally got sick of me.”

“No offence to your mother,” Sokka began, eyes wide in ready defence, “But I don’t understand how anyone could get sick of you.”

Y/N eyes widened to the size of the moon, Sokka’s face falling as it happened. He was opening his mouth, she realised, but honestly Y/N was far too distracted by the saber-tooth moose-lion leering over the pair. Qin realised too, hackles raised as she nudged the baby back towards its mother. With Qin stalking to Y/N’s side, she realised that Sokka had no idea what was about to attack them. Gently, she pulled her bō staff out, holding it low down but ready to strike.

“Don’t tell me,” Sokka deadpanned. “Foo Foo Cuddlypoops’ mum has finally come to pick him up.”

“You called it Foo Foo Cuddlypoops?” Y/N hissed, placing a hand on Qin’s nose, anxious she was about to pounce.

Before Y/N could make a rash decision – she was going between charging the beast, kidnapping its kid and running as fast as possible, or likely following Qin to stop her killing herself – Aang came into the clearing. Trying to prevent a very messy accident, Y/N gestured subtly to Sokka, something along the lines of use your magical Avatar superpowers and get Sokka out of this mess.

Aang smiled panicked, replying with something like I can’t earthbend, what do you want me to do?!

With the still growling moose-lion, Sokka looked between the two like watching two teams in a sports game. “Hello? Sokka here! Still stuck!”

Startled, the moose-lion charged, and they reacted fast. Scooping up the baby, Y/N grabbed onto Qin and began to run. Maybe if she was watching the ensuing chaos, she would have laughed at how the baby seemed content with the wind hitting its face, looking at its mother unfazed by the distance between them. It took all of her willpower not to scream the entire way; death by moose-lion was not going to be written in her obituary, not if she had any say in it. Then the path ran out. Another cliff edge, another chasm to fall into. Climbing off of her mount, Y/N dropped her staff, holding the baby in one hand and doing the one thing she could think of.

She ignited.

Holding the flame near the baby, Y/N held back grimacing tears as it squealed in fear, but it was enough. The mother, seemingly unbothered about trampling Y/N and Qin, whined desperately, snarling and spitting up a vicious storm. Slowly, she put the baby to the floor, letting it run from them. As the mother tended to her child, she looked up briefly, as if considering whether she could get away with brutally killing the firebender. One look at the flame, and they bolted.

Extinguishing the fire swiftly, Y/N exhaled a sigh of relief, the nausea in her stomach – that she hadn’t been aware of until she had stood still – dissipating. Keeling over, she heaved herself onto Qin, letting the reptile run her back to her friends.

“Oh, hi Y/N.”

Toph was grinning atop a stone pillar. Had she been there the entire time?

“I can’t believe you watched that happen and didn’t do anything!” Sokka shouted, Aang sharing the sentiment with a scowl.

“Pssh, the Avatar learns better under pressure.”

Y/N eyes widened as she saw red, opening her mouth to speak; no words came out as she covered her mouth, trying not to be sick. “I was nearly eaten by a moose-lion.”

“You’re being dramatic- “

“You let me nearly be eaten, Toph!”

“Nearly is the key word there!”

Baffled, Y/N stared at her friend. Somewhat hysterically, she cracked up into laughter, clutching onto Qin for support. She laughed and laughed until Sokka approached her, holding her up by her arm.

“I am not making dinner tonight.”

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#atla #sokka x reader #sokka #toph #aang #katara #fanfic #the girls of ba sing se #missturtleduck

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cianmars · 4 years

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Tony died only he didn’t really, while he’s ‘dead’ his family has his funeral, where his sons have no idea they’re holding out for a hero miracle

Actual summary

Pepper tells Steve that Tony's body is in Wakanada, being worked on in hopes they can bring him back, Steve and Rhodey takes it upon themselves to make sure that Harley and Peter will be okay while Tony's dead, while also not telling them about everything whoops. does that make sense? who knows, anyway its cute and sad but the series will get happier

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Steve Rogers hadn’t put it past Tony to survive the second (third?) snap, sure they had gone to his funeral, but there was always that part of him which was hoping, deeply hoping.

Pepper had been the one to tell him that Tony’s body was frozen in Wakanda in the hopes that they could help, their technology was far more advanced than even Starks, and no one really knew what happened when the snaps happened, despite Stark, Banner, and Strange’s estimations.

Pepper had also told him that the kids didn’t know, which made sense in the case of Morgan, she was only four and sure she was as bright as Tony ever was, but it could still be cruel to give her hope, he was certain that Pepper had misspoke when she used the plural of the word until she pulled two teenage boys into a tight hug with Morgan between the three of them.

He knew that one was Peter Parker, the kid who was the Spiderman, though he wasn’t even sixteen yet, he was the one who Tony had done this all for, the one Tony had lost, who he would sometimes say “the kid would like this” or “c’mon what would Pete do?” when he thought others couldn’t hear him. The other he had asked Nat about, she told him he was Harley Keener, who had helped save Tony and the world when the Mandarin was around causing havoc, Steve had of course heard about him.

He walked over to them while they were in the cabin talking to each other, the smaller kid looking quiet, or as puppy phrased it ‘like a kicked puppy dog, kinda like you used to Stevie’, the other was almost trying to make up for the other with the enthusiasm in his voice and with his hand gestures.

“Queens.” He greeted allowing a small smirk on his face to show he was past being put on his ass by a fourteen year old, and to seem non-threatening. The kid froze, stood up straighter, and looked guilty, not the impression Steve had hoped to make.

“Mr Captain America, sir.”

A snot came from the slightly older kid.

Steve sent the pair a smile. “It’s just Steve, Spidey.”

“Peter, Peter Parker, sir. I’m, er, I’m sorry about the whole, tffwap tffwap thing,” he did gestures which Steve recognised as the things he had down to make the webs, “and everything, I mean I’m glad Mr Stark found me, but I’m still sorry that…” He trailed off.

“Wow, Pete, Tony must have loved you calling him Mr Stark all the time, probably did his ego wonders.” Harley’s sarcastic southern drawl was somehow full of fondness.

Peter’s cheeks pinkened a little, he shrugged his shoulders. “He kinda hated it. It’s not my fault, my uncle, he taught me,” His voice thickened a little and for a second Steve was worried he was going to cry, but he pushed it back and continued, “and they’re big on it at my school.

“Damn, I would have used it on Tony if I’d known it annoyed him.” His voice was serious but when he met Peter’s eyes the two of them burst out laughing.

They didn’t notice the team, the family , around them smiling at the two, but Steve did.

“It must be weird to be here together without Tony.” Steve said sympathetically, once they had finished laughing, trying to move onto what he had been intending on talking about.

“Oh no, we’ve never met before today, I didn’t even know who he was, I mean he’s obviously, he was obviously important to Mr- to Tony but I…” He trailed off.

Harley threw an arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Tony always said he kept us apart so we didn’t cause too many explosions.” He supplied, his smile widened when he heard Peter laughed, Harley plastered on an innocent look but there was a glint in his eyes. “I think he thought I’d corrupt Pete, which is just offensive.” The glint disappeared and his face fell ever so slightly. “He kept talkin’ about getting you back, when I spoke to him while you were gone... he’d introduce us and we’d finally meet, that we could spend Christmas with him.” He swallowed deeply and it was clear that the two of them were about to cry.

Steve reached into his pocket, pulled out two handkerchiefs (one of which Bucky had actually forgotten that morning but Steve had forgotten to give back to him), he handed one to each of the boys who subtly dried their eyes and calmed down. He focused on Peter first who seemed to be taking longer to calm down. “I’m not really going to be a hero anymore, I’m passing the mantle onto Sam, Falcon, but I’ll still be in New York most of the time, unless I’m hanging out with the team, that’s not to far from Queens, you need anything just call me, any time, I’ll be there in ten, whether it’s hero business, or if it’s just you wanting to talk to someone, about anything, though if it’s science I might need Dr Banner in my ear to explain some of the stuff. I do have quite a few funny stories about Tony though.” He reached out and squeezed Peter’s shoulder before turning to look at Harley. “Tony said you were going to MIT, once this all calmed down, it’s a little far for me to run but the same goes to you, if you need me just let me know, I’ll be there in a couple of hours, and if you need to talk,” he nodded his head.

“I’ll be around MIT.”

Steve turned to see Rhodey walking towards them, he was trying to smile, to stay light hearted as he did around Tony, he locked eyes with him and knew in a moment that they both knew where Tony’s body really was, and that Pepper was right -Tony’s kids couldn’t know.

“So if, as Tony would put it, ‘your smart mouth’ gets you into trouble, let me know. I still have a suit or two lying around, and I did enough talking to cops when your-” he stopped himself from saying ‘dad’ but Steve heard it, he was pretty sure both kids did too, “when Tony was in MIT with me. And I have plenty of photos and embarrassing stories about him.”

He had planned on filling the boys on those at christmas so he could be the fun uncle, and they could hold it over his head, Tony wouldn’t have minded, but… well they’d have to fill the Tony sized hole in all of their lives… “And Pete, I’ll be around New York sometimes too, and when I’m not, like Steve said, I’m a phone call away. Tony was, he had been tinkering, while Morgan was asleep, he managed to improve the StarkPhones in this place,” he shook his head wondering how smart his best friend really was, to still be trying to improve the world while in a cabin in the woods surrounded by a world which was fractured in two, “he put a couple of them aside for both of you, he sounded bummed when he said that you’d both probably find ways to improve them within an hour of having them.”

He smiled at them, Tony had been so proud when he had said that, Rhodey knew where he had left them, upstairs in the kids rooms, which neither of them had spent a night in, Harley had refused to visit until as Tony had told him ‘the old man got off his ass and fixed this shit’, and Peter for obviously reasons couldn’t. “We’re not Tones,” Rhodey tilted his head back to the overspilling rooms, full of heroes who were broken without their mechanic, “but we’re family, you two are part of that, have been since Tony met you both, we’ll have your back, all of us. We’re gonna rebuild the compound, once it’s done you should both come hang out, train, we’re big on video games there, I’m guessing you both know a thing or two about that.”

Steve let out a snort of laughter. “Yeah, we need someone to beat Clint, finally, I think he somehow hacked the game disk…”

“I don’t think you can do that…” Harley’s tone was cautious but he was smiling again. “I mean unless Tony made it and pirated the game…” They could see the gears in the two boys' minds turning with the possibilities, before both of their faces dropped, clearly remembering Tony.

Steve and Rhodey watched Harley pull Peter more into his side, both of them looking at the floor to hide their blossoming tears, and all Captain America and War Machine could think of was the body in Wakanda which they would be flying to sit vigil over, waiting, hoping, praying, for a spark of life,... and that Tony would wake up before the boys found out.

#Iron Man #iron dad #iron family #steve rogers #rhodey #peter parker #harley keener #tony stark #tony starks funeral #iron dad fic #marvel fic #iron family fic #send me prompts

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reimahowaido · 3 years

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Spyro: Reignited review 2.5

The Dragons of Artisans World! Let's have some words on all of the dragons while I'm at it~ Why not :2 Nestor - God I love his design. It's so good. It really does fit him and the idea of him that I had as a kid. Truly the image of 'he leads these dragons' with the very first glance. And I love the voice too, is the good stuff~ Kind and very welcoming sound coming from this dude. His colors are great too. Is it biased or boring to just, like the first fella you see a lot? Because I do like him a lot. I imagine many people like Nestor though. Shoot, I like his name too. This dude, perfect. Super good. Great job everyone Delbin - Artist boi~ As a kid I saw him as an angry aggressive kind of dude. Somehow he just, came off as being very angry when I was a kid. Maybe his voice actor had that kind of vocals or something? Anyway, he seems like a kind fella to me now. Yes he might have a deeper raspier voice, but those thick eyebrows and the effect they have, making him look like he's going ÓuÒ I kinda like him a lot more now. He's great, I'd love to just sit down and paint with this dude. I dunno what if anything we'd talk about, but just doing some painting with a chill buddy would be nice Tomas - I've shared my thoughts on him already earlier like a year or 2 ago. He was my fave as a kid, but now he's not at the top anymore. I still loooove his energy and attitude, the jokester feel I get from him & the emoting he does with his hands and body. Tomas is still great, don't get me wrong! My expectations were just suuuuper high and I didn't expect the beard etc. Nothing bad with beards, sometimes they're really cool and nice~ It just wasn't part of my own vision and nostalgia, so that's why it takes points away from my own personal ranking. He's still great with his smile and grin! But ye, I like the little musical note sound as he jumps up Argus - I love his watermelon. I love he. Also the first moment where I immediately went 'oh god he sounds so nice, I could listen to him speak for hoooours' the voice is that good. Soothing and soft, tell me a story I'll listen. Also he just looks really friendly with his glasses and all. Not to say that glasses make you automatically friendly or anything, but just, story teller, let me grab a pillow and a snack and let's craft up some silly stories

Lindar - A favourite design boi here we go~ Not my absolute fave, but certainly up there~ I feel like many people like him, and for a reason xD I love his colors, the blue and yellow here are really great~ And clocks are cool, lots of work goes into them. Also love his goggles and goggle horns. That stuff is cool and nice and yeeees. "Not that you ever run into trouble, Spyro" yeah maybe not Spyro, but yes, yes I do, me, the fella who died in Artisans homeworld. Me. Lindar, I am baby, I fail, a lot. Don't have high expectations on me Astor - Magical portal fancy vortex thingamajiggyr, love the enthusiasm in his voice. He's pretty great too overall, a nice fella. I do like him Gavin - This boi got tattoooooooos and he a barista, he's Really cool~ Also I think he had all those elements from one of the artists who worked on the designs, yes? I also love the work of said artist, I'm bad with names, I feel the name started with Co- or Col- but it's not quite at my grasp. Either way, we love Gavin in this household, he's great and his design is great and now I want hot chocolate but it's 3am and others are sleeping so I can't (QuQ) Gildas - Gildas my man! Honestly at this point, if it weren't for him I'd not have gotten all that far at all in the game. That hint on gliding, as simple and small as it might be, has saved lives - or at least attempted to. I'm as enthusiastic as Spyro when listening to this fella. He certainly sounds and seems like the kind of fun art teacher who is super kind and understanding and just great to be around. Such supportive energy from this man. And I love his design too~ Paint splatters everywhere, he's definitely an artist because we messy. The big paintbrush is also very great~ And the little pose and smile at the end of his speech, also great~ Alban - I forget if I wrote about him before, I think I did (I think I wrote about a bunch of dragons years ago, but I'm not going back to that post until I'm done with the game just to see if I feel differently now). There was that whole 'this is Spyro's dad' thing when I was a kid, with him being purple and all that jazz (and the whole 'oh it's you'). But that aside, I like this dude~ Can't imagine how strong that tail of his has to be to support him and his whole weight, but that does make him kinda unique when compared to most other dragons~ Is a cool pose :2 And I like the blue... Frills or scales he has, gives off some slightly aquatic feel in a way Oswin - My first feeling on him is some sort of memory about a recolor or model. Like there's a green Oswin or such somewhere. Anyway though, I think I liked him as a kid too, just something about telling secrets and getting to feel special or something. He aight, I do like secrets, and the room he's in is cool Darius - Many comments made on some Shakespeare references I bet. I'm not one of those kids who were forced to read those books as a kid. Not English native, no such experiences. The skull and reference is cool though, even if mostly lost on me. Also the note on the big Gnork using 'Her' pronouns, big ladies, that's cool honestly and refreshing Nils - Nils Nils Nils Nils, snakey long boi, he gets me hyped. that one camera angle of him as he's bowing, polite tall man, it's kinda hilarious in a way but I love it so much! The way he poses after stepping away to look at the statue he's working on. His long thin moustache. The green and cream colors. The red scarf. God I love everything about him, voice and all. Even the fact he knocks over his sculpture at the end. Oh no baby oh nooooo it makes me laugh a little on the inside I can't help it xD It's tragic and sad, but it just adds so much personality and life to the character Devlin - Same hint as Gildas, so it doesn't hit quite as hard here and my brain didn't really grasp it, but honestly, good on them for doing it twice, it's what my brain needs because understanding that gliding thing took me a moment. But ay, that aside, he sounds so friendlyyyyyy I love that~ The Rs in his words~ Also cake, yes, I want to bake, let's bake something sweet,

like cake or pancakes. I've never actually baked a cake on my own, maybe one day. Alvar - Ok I like

him a surprising amount. The food stuck on his tail, the way in which he just throw-jabs stuff on the ground all angrily, yeet the scewer, yeet the knife, the way he runs out of breath when rambling. This dude's got an attitude and I respect him for it. The drama, the energy. Also I. I want barbecue, I want grilled food. It makes me hungry. I could say he's one of my favourites too, very memorable for sure! Thor - Older sorta fella, the name always makes me think of the God of Thunder, so it's quite the different feeling when seeing this dude. He does have some braids which does give off a small bit of Norse energy. And right, the words, on the guidebook. I've not yet mentioned it in these reviews but I'll certainly get to it. I had figured it out before talking to Thor, but it's a fine addition. I don't have a lot to say on him, but as many others, he looks friendly too Nevin - I like his voice~ Another painter fella. Smug expressions. And I'm now noticing that he has some big wings, there's size to those, like daym, I almost got used to the smaller sized wings but when he jumps and flaps his to be off, kinda nice and impressive. Spyro kinda steals the show here though, him saying 'barbecue' is just, niiiice

#Spyro #Reima gaming and makin' some reviews I guess

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amelink66world · 4 years

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Love of my Life

Heyyy guys!! I'm sooo soo sorry for being AWOL !! I'm just tooo busy with my school work right now 🥺Anyways, enjoy this chapter 💫

Date Night (part - 2)

A waitress led them to their table. He had planned a candle light dinner! It was so romantic. Generally, all the tables in this restaurant had complimentary champagne but this one didn't. He had specially requested it for me? She looked up at with gratefulness. He was simply smiling down at her trying to gauge her reaction. She was shocked at his thoughtfulness. He is so good to me! No one ever thought of doing it for me beforehand. All the boys always requested to get the champagne removed after we've sat at the table. But him? He's different. Amelia brought his hand linked to hers up to her lips and kissed it.

Link pulled her chair and then proceeded to sit in his own chair. They engaged in casual conversation and a waitress took their orders. They were talking animatedly by the time their dinner arrived. They never fell short of topics. They were telling each other all about themselves. " So I've heard about your Sister trio so much. Like you're always there for each other. But I don't understand how all of you are related. Are you really sisters?," he was genuinely curious.

" So, like you already know I have three sisters. You've already met two," she chuckled. " I had an older brother, Derek." Link noticed her eyes getting nostalgic. " He was my favourite person in this whole world. I mean, he practically raised me after my dad died." Link took her hand in his and held on to provide support. His face was curious as to know how her dad died.

" That's a story for some other time. Anyway, he married Meredith. So she became my sister-in-law. Well, second sister-in-law. He was married before to Addison who also treats me like a sister and we worked together in LA before I came here. So, Meredith became my sister-in-law, practically my sister. And Maggie is Meredith's sister." Link was getting confused. He slightly frowned. Amelia understood his confusion. " Meredith's mom, Ellis Grey had an affair with Richard. And Maggie is their daughter. He didn't know about her until 3 years ago. So she's Maggie's sister. Indirectly my sister. So we're all sisters. They are my real sisters. You know what I mean? ", she was smiling widely. " I'm trying to but I got the gist of it. So yeah," he laughed.

They were having their food when Link noticed she wasn't having the famous baked zucchini of this place. He offered her the dish, " Here try this."

Amelia made a face. " Oh no, I'm full. If I eat anymore I'd have to unbutton my pants," she exhaled. Link's mind as usual in the gutter in her presence, started conjuring up many scenarios they could do it in the fancy restaurant. He shook his head and smirked, " Hot," making her laugh hard. He was looking at her the same way that made her weak in the knees. She quickly recovered and raised her eyebrows at him, he just merely shrugged and replied, " What? Don't judge me. You said it."

She shook her head whilst smiling. Amelia suddenly had an idea. " Link! Let's play a game."

Her excitement was infectious. He stared at her and found himself agreeing. " Sure. I don't see why not," he shrugged.

She looked thoughtful for a second. " Okay. Name three things that you've never done but you really wanna do." Link was really intrigued by this.

" Ooooh. Good one." His comment made her smile.

He thought for a second before replying, " Well, surf a twenty-foot wave." Amelia raised her brows, impressed. Link smiled whilst continuing, " Ride a camel through the Sahara." Amelia interrupted him, "That's an odd wish, don't you think? ", she tilted her head in confusion. Link laughed at her cuteness.

" Yeah. But it's something I would really like to do." Amelia chuckled before waving her hand asking him to finish. His voice grew soft while telling her the third one. Amelia noted an undercurrent of sadness in his voice. " And, cure Parkinson's." She knew it was not the right time to pry further so she let her curiosity slide. I'll have to ask him about this some other time. There was a slight lull in the conversation with Amelia deep in thought. He brought her back with his words, " Okay, now you. Same question." He really wanted to know her desires.

Amelia hmmed trying to think of some three very logical things. It took her a minute before the answer sprung in her mind. With a happy but nostalgic voice, she spoke, " Go to a psychic medium and talk to my dead father." Link wanted to ask more about her father but let the question slide. That's for another time. This night is going really well. He didn't want to spoil her mood by making her sad. She quickly recovered and was getting excited, " Get licensed in scuba diving."

Link grew surprised. We have so much in common! "Wait a second. You wanna learn scuba diving?" He was answered with an excited nod. " Whoa. I love scuba diving. I can even teach you the basics. We should definitely go together! " Link was beaming from ear to ear at the prospect of taking her for scuba diving. He absolutely adored the sea and had a spent a lot of time at the beach in the past. He was happy at the thought of sharing his love for the ocean with her. Amelia grinned. " Yaayy. Yes, absolutely! I would love it! " Both stared at each other, grinning with a gleam in their eyes.

Link apologised to her for interrupting and asked her to go on. Before saying the third one, he noticed that her enthusiasm grew ten fold. With excitement came nervousness. He was genuinely curious now. What is she thinking that has made her nervous and excited at the same time? It must be good.

What he heard next completely blew his mind. "Aaanndd, have sex with more than one person." Amelia was now grinning so wide, he thought her smile couldn't get any bigger. He was flabbergasted. He laughed loudly before raising his eyebrows at her and smugly questioning her, " You've never done that? " Amelia frowned at his judgemental question. But the mirth in his eyes softened the blow somewhat. She grew defensive. "Hey! ", she frowned at him.

Link on the other hand was perplexed. How can such a HOT, beautiful and sexy person like Amelia never have had a threesome before?! She's joking, right? Link laughed and shook his head. She asked him, dumbfounded, " You have? "

He shrugged as if it was the most normal thing for him. Amelia frowned at this. She could feel a fire igniting in her stomach. She most definitely did not like this thought. He lowered his voice, suddenly aware of his surroundings and the topic they were speaking about. Don't want people to think I'm a pervert. " Of course, I have. I lived in Venice Beach for a year. They're offered up like mints in Venice Beach."

Amelia got defensive again. Now her ego was badly bruised. "Well, so did I. "

He questioned her with shock written all over his face, " But you never had a three way there?! "

She squinted her eyes dangerously at him, " I had a medical practice there."

Link, now convinced, backpedaled, " Oh. Understandable. I worked there in a bike shop." He noticed that he didn't have her full attention. Amelia looked deep in thought. He grew worried. Did I offend her? On our first date ??!! STUPID.

Carefully he asked, " Amelia? " He picked up his glass of sparkling water for a sip when she looked at him with a new level of determination. " Let's have a threesome." Link choked on his water. He coughed heavily. People from nearby tables were shooting daggers at them because of course Amelia forgot to lower her voice in her excitement. She apologetically looked around before offering Link a tissue. She was concerned. What happened to him? Was it something I said? She was very confused. " Are you okay? "

After his coughing fit, he looked up at her astonished. He squeaked, voice still raspy, " What? "

Her enthusiasm was back in full force. But this time she didn't forget to lower her voice. " I said let's have a threesome." She was kinda hoping he would get excited. She wiggled her eyebrows at him. His silence prompted her to speak more about the idea to get him on board. " Well you know, you're so experienced and I've never done it in my whole life. It's only fair that you teach me." She smiled at him.

After some reluctance, he actually considered the idea. It's not so bad really. I have done it in the past. This time I'll do it with someone who really means a lot to me. We can surely try it. He replied hesitantly, "Um, okay. Who do you have in mind? "

Amelia was grinning. She was actually very happy he agreed. " Okay, so I have a friend who won't mind doing it with us. I'll call him first thing in the morning tomorrow. Thank you, Link." She winked at him and happily resumed eating.

Link's face turned white at her words. HIM?! What does she mean by that? She's considering having threeway with another man ? He was not at all okay with this. He didn't like this idea even in the slightest. Suddenly he was angry. Scratch that, he was seething inside! He hated the image his mind conjured up. He could not even think about another man's hands on her body. On HIS Amelia's body. NO. NEVER! He only wanted him to be the one who touched and saw her that way. He didn't want another man to touch her lips, her face, her hair and her body. NAH. He was getting possessive. Anger, more than jealousy, bubbled inside him and he felt sick to his stomach at the images of his mind. He shuddered at these feelings. Now I know for sure, I've fallen for her completely.

He started slowly so as to not crush her hope. "Hold up, Amelia. Instead of that doing that, why don't we start it of with another girl instead. I mean, it's your first time and it could be pretty rough for you with two men. Let's do it slowly. Okay? I have someone in mind. We can ask Carina. What about her?" Amelia frowned. She was really confused. Angry even. Just a few minutes ago he agreed and now he's saying it will be rough for me? I know what I can handle!

She tried to reason with him, " I can completely take care of myself, Link. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay." She smiled at him to convince him but he just shook his head.

" Amelia, I didn't say no to the idea. I just want your first time to be, you know, good. Trust me, it will be good." This time he smiled at her. Convincing her somewhat, he resumed eating. What he completely missed was Amelia's inner battle. She didn't like him bringing up the idea of having sex with two women. She didn't want him to touch someone else. That's why she brought up the idea of doing it with one of the members of her AA meetings who was a good friend of hers. He wouldn't mind too if she asked him this. Amelia was getting really angry now. Oh, so it will be much better with two women around, huh. For him! She didn't want him to kiss another woman, touch her the way he touches her. Love someone else's body the way he did to hers. NO! NEVER! She had never felt so jealous in her entire life. She hated the tricks her mind was playing with her conjuring up pictures of him with another woman. Stupid woman. She was sickened by that image and sipped her water to extinguish the fire inside her body.

Trying not to dampen the mood, the topic was not brought up for the rest of the dinner. It was pushed to the back of their minds with Amelia deciding to question him about it later and Link deciding never to even think about another man...he couldn't even bear thinking about it. The idea disgusted him. Ugh.

They walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. Amelia tentatively asked him, " Sooo, what now? " She was gazing at him with hopeful eyes, not wanting to leave his side just yet. Not willing to leave each other's company for the night, Link suggested, " There's a park just two blocks away. It's really beautiful. We can walk there? " His eyes bore into hers hoping she'd not deny his request. Amelia smiled and nodded.

It was a short walk to the park. At this time of the night not many people were there. Just a few pedestrians taking an evening stroll and some walking their dogs. Link wanted to make the best of their time left. Amelia linked her arm with his while walking alongside him with a soft pace. Amelia whispered gazing at the sky, " It's such a beautiful night, isn't it? " Link's gaze was on her when he replied, " It sure is very beautiful." She suddenly felt Link press a chaste kiss on her forehead.

She smiled up at him, " What was that for? " He shrugged and just smiled down at her with a loving gaze, " Nothing. Just felt like doing it," bringing a gleam in her eyes. The night was getting chilly. He felt Amelia shiver beside him. He subtly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her very close to his body. He was always warm so his body heat would stop her shivering. Amelia looked up at him with gratefulness. He is so thoughtful ! She smiled at his cuteness. She realised that she had started loving everything about him.

They saw an empty bench and Amelia suggested sitting there for a few minutes to rest their feet. They sat very close to each other with his arm slung over her shoulder just enjoying the night weather. Suddenly feeling very tired Amelia buried her head in the crook of his neck and wrapped an arm loosely around his torso. A warm feeling filled both of them. This was the best day they have had in months!

Suddenly that question popped up in her mind. She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eye. She spoke softly, " Can I ask you something? "

Getting intrigued, he said, " Anyhtjing, Amelia. You don't need to ask me if you want to know something."

She frowned slightly. With a hint of aggravation, she questioned, " Why did you strongly say no to having threesome with my friend but then suggested Carina? Am I not good enough?"

Link panicked hearing her words. Did my words come out like that? Does she really think I meant that?! Nooo.

Link panicked hearing her words, he rushed out, " No, Amelia! What makes you think that?!," he asked incredulously.

" It's just...forget it. It's really silly," she looked down at her hands. Link cupped her cheeks and made her look him in the eyes. " You can talk to me. What's the matter? What did you think? ," he whispered softly.

" It's just, you've done it before. A lot. You said it yourself. And I haven't. So I thought I won't be good enough that's why you wanted another woman as a third participant for you and not a man." What she said next made her angry. " I didn't like the thought of you doing things you do to me to some other girl. Certainly not Carina who's so sexy and an expert in these things!" She was still looking down at her hands angrily so she completely missed a smile beginning to form on his lips.

Am I wrong or does she really sound jealous? She looks so cute like this! A small smile played on his lips. He never thought this would bring such a reaction out of her. Who am I kidding? I got jealous too when she suggested doing it with a man. Who am I to judge? He chuckled. He was loving this jealous side of hers. It was highly arousing and sweet. She continued to ramble, " I mean, it's not like I'm that clingy type of girls. I just didn't like it. The image makes me want to barf. And I don't u understand why I'm feeling like this. I mean, I never felt like this with anyone." She finally looked in his eyes, " But you. You're different. With you, it's...it's something else. It's really, really good." She blushed furiously at her admission.

I am not in high school! Why did I have to vomit my feelings? Ugghh I literally have no filter. Stupid. She was in mid-panic mode. " Uh...um...I didn't...", she tried to form a coherent sentence but her embarrassment won. She was really nervous. Link suddenly shushed her with a finger placed softly on her lips. He then smoothed the creases on her forehead with his fingers and proceeded to cup her cheeks again.

He kissed her burning cheeks making her blush harder. He then looked her in the eyes, whispering warmly, " It's okay, Amelia. You don't need to feel embarassed. It's just me. And I'm glad you told me. I'm actually very happy you feel this way." He grinned.

Amelia was confused. " What...? "

He smirked, " Well, at least I got to see Jealous Amelia." He winked at her causing her insides to do flip-flops. Why does it feel so hot again? She wanted to fan her face but resisted. "Shut up," she stated with embarrassment. He quickly sobered up and gave her a sincere look.

" You don't have to think you're not good enough. Because, Amelia trust me. There is nothing better sex with you. I love it! You think you're not good enough? You're the best, Amelia. You're the only one who can keep up with me. You evoke feelings in me. I never felt this way with anyone in the past." His words were the push she needed. She leaned towards him and kissed him. Passionately. Realizing they were in a public place, they broke the kiss after a minute, breathing heavily. But almost everybody had left the park by then. They had their much needed privacy now.

" And by the way, the feeling is mutual." His face turned hard at his next words. " I didn't like the prospect of doing it with your friend in the least bit. I can't even bear to imagine another man's hands on your body, Amelia." He placed a kiss on her right cheek. " I hated that image, Amelia. I want to be the only man to do those things to you. I didn't like to imagine that. I knew for a fact that if I even saw someone else even touching you, I would've hit him. Badly. " He kissed her nose. Amelia was looking at him with dark eyes. His words did many things to her body. They tugged her heart strings, woke the butterflies in her stomach up and she felt tingles down there.

She smiled widely. Almost grinned. He is acting so possessive! She loved to see him like this. It aroused her a great deal. He looked so hot when he was jealous. She wanted to grab his face and kiss him senseless. So she did just that. To say that Link was surprised by her sudden action would be an understatement. They kissed passionately and desperately for several moments till oxygen became a necessity. They panted heavily. Link pulled her in his embrace. He inhaled her scent, lost in the feeling of having her in his arms. His arms were the safest place she could be. She felt safe in his strong arms.

Link grinned and pulled back. " Wanna grab ice cream? I saw an ice cream vendor on the way." Amelia who had a soft spot for once cream smiled and nodded vigorously. They fell into a fit of laughter before leaving the park hand-in-hand, all of the tension at the dinner now resolved. Link bought their favourite ice cream which they enjoyed on the ride home.

Reaching Meredith's home, Link hurried out the door and rushed to her side. He grinned while opening her car door. Amelia giggled furiously, " Ypu really like doing this, don't you? "

Link laughed, " Like I said before, at your service ma'am." Again, he earned a smack to his chest. He walked her to the door and lingered. Amelia turned towards him. Both of them didn't want the night to end. They had the best time with each other. They stared at each other with dark, greedy eyes before Link could not tolerate anymore.

He pulled her to him by her waist. He wrapped his arms protectively around her waist, pulling her snug to his body. He had wanted to feel her body against his since he saw her in that dress. He couldn't control himself anymore. She looked absolutely gorgeous and sexy. A man can only hold on for so long.

Amelia was feeling nothing different. She couldn't even describe how turned on she was right now. She had enjoyed thoroughly with him. He made her feel different. He made her feel special. This had never happened to her before. She loved his company, the way he talked to her, the way he got possessive, the way he held her, kissed her, made her weak in the knees. She realised right then and there, I am falling for this amazing man. Hard.

Amelia moaned into his mouth when his hand moved down her back to her ass. He pushed them towards the wall and pinned her body between his strong, muscular chest and the cool, hard wall. Their tongues were battling for dominance. Amelia pulled at his hair trying to deepen the kiss. He pulled her body even closer to his, if that was even possible. He squeezed her butt eliciting a moan from her. He knew how much she liked it. He then moved down her jaw till he reached her earlobe and took it in his mouth.

One hand tugging his hair, her other hand travelled down his chest, feeling those sturdy abs through the shirt that did justice to his sexy physique. She was kissing wherever she could as he was distracting her. He then moved down to her neck and suckled. She gasped when she felt his hand moving up her body up front. He finally reached his goal and gave a gentle squeeze. She pulled his face up and kissed him hungrily. She pulled back after several minutes, trying to catch her breath.

With their foreheads touching, Link opened his eyes to stare at her face. He loved this with her so much! Amelia finally opened her ocean, blue eyes and he got lost in them. Amelia softly whispered, " We decided to take it slow, Link. We can't do this just yet." It physically pained her to utter those words. She wanted him so badly right now. Link groaned softly, his head falling on her shoulder.

Amelia laughed, " Come on, Link. You're making it hard for me to resist. Come on, come on." She groaned when his right hand lingered on her butt and caressed softly. He smirked." Are you sure I should go? Now?! " When he started placing soft kisses on her shoulder blades, she realised that if he continued this any longer, she wouldn't be able to hold back. So she snapped out of her trance. This evil man! She pushed him lightly, "NOPE. You can't play dirty. Come on, goooo " She laughed at his mock hurt expression but he soon obliged. He leaned down for one last kiss of the night. He intended it to be soft and gentle but things were quickly taking a different turn.

He pulled back and smiled at her gleaming face. Ughh I want to kiss her so bad the whole night! He resisted though. They had agreed to take it slow to avoid what happened before. He wanted it to work this time. He would not give up. Doesn't mean she couldn't, right? After all, it was her idea to take it slow, not mine. Let her be the one to give up! Suddenly with a devilish gleam in his eye, he got determined. This game would be quite entertaining. " See you tomorrow?" She nodded her head yes and hugged him briefly, wanting contact a little bit more.

She waved him goodbye and turned to enter her home. Link waited until after she had safely entered her house before leaving. He was genuinely happy. The ride to his home was spent reminiscing about the night.

Amelia walked inside in a daze. She could still feel tingles in her whole body. That kiss! She was literally drooling when she ran smack into someone. Irritated, she looked up to see none other than Maggie with her arms folded in front of her, a smirk on her face. " Care to explain? " Amelia internally groaned, this was literally going to be a long night.

Author's Note:

Hey guyss!! Sorry for the exceptionally long chapter 😅. I just couldn't control myself and wrote on and on. Please don't be mad at me 😂

Anyway, how was this chapter? I hope you like it! I would really like know your thoughts about my interpretation of their date in the comments section. Many more happy Amelink moments to come! I'll try to update as soon as possible ;) Until then. Please like, comment and reblog 💫

#amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelia and link #amelia-shepherd-fanfic #greys anatomy #amelink

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bevvydraws · 4 years

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This is going to be my feelings/opinions towards all of the main characters in Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc. This is directly related to my interpretation of events in the series! If you disagree with my thoughts/feelings that’s totally cool but this isn’t meant to be a debate!

A lot has been going on right now and I don’t have the energy to do much digital art right now, so I figured I’d just open up a little more about one of my favorite series! Maybe I’ll do my opinions on characters for the other games next.

** This post will contain information that will spoil the series for you, so continue at your own risk**

Makoto Naegi:

Honestly I really like Makoto. He is really average but honestly I think that’s what makes him so appealing. Not only that, but he comes off with a type of charisma that only “average” people can pull off. He has a base knowledge on a variety of subjects that allows him to talk to the other students. That and I find the concept of his “luck” very interesting. Also, side note, but that sprite of him focusing with his finger under his chin is probably one of my most favorite DR sprites ever. It’s just so cute! (I might redraw it someday hehe)

10/10

Aoi Asahina:

While I adore Hina, I really wish that they would have made her more than just a ditzy character who was obsessed with donuts in this game. I loved her energy though! Her interactions with everyone always made me smile. My appreciation for her character just increased exponentially after watching the Despair Arc of Danganronpa 3. All in all I’m super glad that her character survived in THH.

8/10

Byakuya Togami:

Honestly, I have mixed feelings about Byakuya. I think he’s a great antagonistic character, truly, but beyond that I’m not sure. I definitely think that his character is humbled throughout the course of the game, and in later games/animes he seems a lot less asshole-ish, but I’m not sure if I like him or hate him. I guess that just goes to show just how great he is as an antagonist. One thing I thought was hilarious though was how he casually admitted to being a true-crime nerd. I’m really glad he survived because I think his “talent” was really important for the Future Foundation.

6/10

Celestia Ludenberg:

Okay so real talk, I used to be a huge Celestia fan when I first stumbled across the series. But now, I don’t really like her character all that much. I think that out of all of the killers in THH her motive was the most shallow and that really is terrible considering how much potential she had. Her disconnect with her true identity could have made for an interesting character arc. And I really hate how they gave her literally the most complicated murder scheme when it would make sense for her to take a little risk as possible. Her character design is really cute though.

5/10

Chihiro Fujisaki:

I think Chihro’s death was one of the hardest for me in the game. I played through all of his freetime events and was super attached to him (I know, a horrible idea in a game like DR), and as soon as he died I was just in shock. One thing I love about how they portrayed his character was truly allowing the brilliance of Chihiro shine through even after his death. He created the AI that not only helped aid in their escape, but ultimately saved Makoto's life. I also really liked the juxtaposition of Chihiro and Mondo (the seemingly weaker one ultimately being stronger after all). All in all, Chihiro is a great character.

10/10

Hifumi Yamada:

I’m not really a fan of Hifumi, but I definitely think he gets wayy too much hate or just gets overlooked completely. I think that the creators leaned a bit too far into the stereotypes for him, and that made him come off as stiff and just… there. I knew from the very beginning that he wouldn’t survive, and honestly he’s the only character I had that feeling with (minus Leon). There are some quirks about him that I like, though, like how he never fails to refer to the others politely.

4/10

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

So I originally found Taka annoying but after playing THH again he became one of my favorite characters. I find his enthusiasm adorable and his free time events boosted my admiration of him. He’s the only Ultimate that makes a conscious effort to prove himself and not rely on his prodigy-type status. And his relationship with Mondo, albeit short-lived, was so pure. It was so obvious to me that he was happy to have a friend (because Mondo is the first friend he’s ever had), and having that suddenly ripped away and listening to his desperation at the end of chapter 2 made me sob.

10/10

Kyoko Kirigiri:

Kiri’s background made me feel really sad for her. I first thought she was just the aloof, cold, smart type that was a bit snobbish. But then you realize that she’s been raised to not be in the spotlight, to work alone and without credit behind the scenes. Detective work is basically her birthright and she’s clung to that like a vice. Her character development throughout the game was really nice, and I think her and Makoto are super cute for each other. The side plot with her and her dad in DR3 made me really sad, too. I really liked overall that she was unapologetically holding true to her beliefs, even if it made her come off as cold. She was a solid, strong female character.

8/10

Leon Kuwata:

It was super obvious from the beginning that Leon was gonna die. There was 0 attachment to his character for me and he just came off as just...kinda there. I don’t really have much to say about him, other than that I’m not a fan.

1/10

Mondo Owada:

Mondo was such a big sweetheart in his freetime events. I thought his character was really well rounded and I was so sad that he ended up killing Chihiro. Despite that, I thought it worked really well for the story and played off of both of their weaknesses. Again I really loved his friendship with Taka, and having it formed and ended so quickly surprisingly hurt.

8/10

Sakura Oogami:

Honestly I didn’t like how they made her character the spy, because it seemed ridiculously out of character for her. Honestly I think this would be something better suited to Celeste, as she would view it as a way to increase her chances of living if she’s in “kahoots” with him. I dunno, I think the spy thing was unnecessary anyways. I loved her character though and her friendship with Hina was super cute. I also loved how they mentioned that she wanted to embrace her femininity while also not wanting to give up being the strongest person in the world.

7/10

Sayaka Maizono:

Honestly even though I’m not the biggest fan of Sayaka I really like the role she played at the beginning and I think they played it off perfectly. Her desperation fueled by the fear and harsh reality that comes along show business and easily being forgotten really works in the narrative. She seemed like a well-rounded character but I think that if she had lasted past chapter 1 I would have liked her less. All in all her character did a great job of kicking off everything.

6/10

Toko Fukawa:

I hate how they portrayed her character in THH, but her obsessive and odd behavior (outside of her split personality) is easily explained by her traumatic past. She obviously has a warped sense of what “love” is, and that plus her intense delusions turned into obsession for Byakuya. I started loving her character a lot more in UDG, when she started becoming more well rounded and open around Komaru.

Also, I loved Genocider Syo’s personality. While I obviously don’t condone serial murders, I think that her character is extremely interesting. She doesn’t try and condone her own actions, admitting there is no rhyme or reason. Plus I think it’s really interesting that she considers herself a “professional” and is incredibly particular about the details.

Overall 6/10 in THH

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

I feel like Hiro gets a lot of shit as a character because they think he doesn’t contribute anything. I think he adds a lot of much-needed comic relief. Also I think that everyone glosses over the fact that once Taka goes silent he actually tries to encourage him to speak up again. And then tries to do his part and keep everyone together and upbeat. I really think that Hiro is a fun character who deserves more love, even though I can’t say he’s one of my favorites.

7/10

Mukuro Ikusaba:

I wish Mukuro’s personality would have been able to actually show through in the game. The only glimpse we really see of it is in the bonus school mode while she is still posing as Junko. I wish in the anime they’d have harped less on her odd obsession with Junko and focused more on her internal struggle. I think her character has potential but I can’t say I was particularly attached to her (I suppose that was kind of the point, though).

4/10

Junko Enoshima:

Junko is probably one of the most well-written villains I have ever seen in a series. At first I thought it didn’t make sense, and was confused how one person could have so much influence on a mass amount of people. Then it was revealed in later installments that Ultimate Fashionista was not her real talent, just a cover she forged for herself to help her blend in to the school. Her real ultimate talent as the Ultimate Analyst allowed her to predict people’s actions and more importantly, their reactions. Her innate ability and incurable boredom made her seek out something unpredictable: despair and chaos. I think what made me love her as a villain was the line “You can’t argue with me, because there's no reason for anything that I do.”

As a villain I give her 15/10. If I were to rank her as a person? -11037/10

Overall Opinion:

I really find most of the characters charming but it’s super obvious when comparing this game to the others that these characters were not as fleshed out as characters in other games. I found it hard to be super attached to most of them and felt that some of their actions were really uncharacteristic. However I really do like the characters and what they add to the story, even if some of it doesn’t add up completely. I’m the least attached to these characters out of all of the characters in the DR series, although there are obviously some exceptions. I think there couldn’t have been a better opening cast of characters.

#bevvy talks #bevvy rambles #bevvy's opinions #danganronpa thh #danganronpa thh characters #danganronpa opinions

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smartzelda · 4 years

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(Wow, I wish I could kill tumblr for messing up and making me rewrite this whole thing from scratch)

Hi, bros! I've gotten so much of crit done this week, so there's a LOT to talk about

Let's start out where we left off in Toy Box.

So like, the Riku and Buzz parallels are so good, like, the Buzz being afraid of being taken over and hurting his friends. Buzz being more skeptical of people, but trusting of his friends and just trusting Woody a whole lot. I love how he just trusts Sora, Donald, and Goofy by the end and they're friends and stuff

The Sora and Woody parallels are so good too, like, Woody trusting Sora and friends right away because they seem to be good guys, fighting the enemies (it's such a Sora thing to trust people just cause they seem good) and really trusting Buzz. Woody doing the angry sassy while talking to YMX/the organization

And bro, like...the Soriku parallels...the softness...

This has so many kh2 Soriku vibes

SAME PICTURE DIFFERENT ANGLE. YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE.

*clears throat* Ahem, um...anyways... I was thinking about when YMX tosses Sora into the Verum Rex Gigas minigame. 1st off, I beat it a lot faster than I did my first play through the game on proud mode, so that's helpful. I'm glad that having done this before is helping me learn to be at least a little less stupid and do some things easier because of experience. 2nd, YMX's role in kh3 is very interesting. The hole time I get that he knows more than he's letting on. I feel like he, like Sora, can remember everything between the demon tornado, Riku's sacrifice, mass death, and Sora saving everyone's hearts before the timeline being rewritten and turned back to before everyone dies, and assuming the SRT holds up, he even seems to know the events of the first go around of timeline set before the kh3 we play. It's in the SRT too, but like, him saying "Not this time" and being able to dodge Sora's attacks like he already knows. Then there's YMX's line before the boss battle where he's like, "Find the hearts connected to yours." We could take it as him guiding Sora, getting him to find the seven guardians of light. I'm feeling like it might be foreshadowing or like YMX leading Sora to his end because it could be foreshadowing of remind (I mean, I won't know till I can play) or it's referring to the future of Sora saving all the hearts from the lich. Back to him knowing what's going on in the timelines somehow with that whole leading aspect, then there's during the lich segment where YMX is there somehow and tells Sora about how he'll pay the price, then YMX's "death" where he says that Sora's time in the world is over, indicating he knows what Sora's done and has to pay the price for

So, unlike the gigas thing that went surprisingly well, the possessed marionette and the flying saucer did not, and the flying saucer was the worst. I learned that, unlike in my proud run through, I couldn't just try to beat a gigas as just Sora that easily, considering a gigas could oneshot me (I kinda suck, so I honestly couldn't beat em at all without commanding a gigas myself on crit). So, it was very time consuming, considering I couldn't use a gigas to finish it off and shoot it from afar, and I had to evade all like four gigas and the scattered heartless (it was especially bad if I was about to die and needed to heal) while trying to attack it (needless to say, Donald and Goofy did most of the work in the final stretch while I was trying not to die and also attack the enemy that would warp away if you got too close). I did it though

Okay, final boss battle! Ngl, just...I enjoy the angry sassy of Woody when YMX is like, "See, look buzz fell to darkness blah blah" and Woody is like, "I don't care. Put buzz back the way he was." (Y'know, totally not a Sora attitude and totally not a parallel to CoM when Sora's telling Vexen "I don't care! Just put Riku back!") And YMX like talking about hearts and Woody like, "I don't think you've ever been loved before, because you know nothing about hearts and love." The final boss battle was easy compared to the other boss battles in Toy Box.

Also, I just...enjoy Buzz finally being friends with Sora, Donald, and Goofy and caring about and trusting them now

Now ownards to Corona!

So, starting in the forest just before getting to the tower, I opened a treasure chest with an item that gives sneeze protection (I got a shield for Goofy that does the same thing after I finished this world) which...I... Bro, I'm stupid I like didn't get this item my first run through nor did I know it existed, but playing through this world definitely was easier without sneezing Sora, especially the final boss (but we'll get to that later)

Gotta love that Flynn Rider charm.

"So, I've made the decision to trust you."

"A horrible decision, really."

Hi, I'm Flynn I hope you expect me to run away from battles and have Sora, Donald, and Goofy, who are totally my bodyguards, do all the work and make me look good Rider

Rapunzel after getting out of the tower and her enthusiasm is so Sora like, but ngl, I'd say she's a Riku parallel in this segment. Later in this world, they remark that the tower is a prison for Rapunzel. In this moment she has a lot of conflicting feelings.

"I'M SO FREE!"

"I'm such a terrible person..."

"This is so fun!"

"Oh, what would Mother think...? I should go back..."

"I'M NEVER GOING BACK!"

She's being pulled two ways. Part of her is excited to see the whole outside world and ready to live her dream, defying Mother Gothel, while the other part of her urges her to go back to her prison with Gothel where she'll be safe. This is much like in DDD with the Quasimodo and Riku parallel where Riku tells Quasi that it's not because of Frollo's rules or because Frollo said the outside world would harm him, it's because something in his heart holding him back. Most likely, it was from fear. In Riku's case, he said it from experience because he too is struggling with something where it's his heart holding him back, nothing else (probably his feelings for Sora are the thing he won't set free)

I like how kh3 is like, self aware or like, aware of the kh lore like when Donald and Goofy mention Data Sora, or in this case where Sora, Donald, and Goofy don't remember Marluxia because castle oblivion and he's like, "Such a pain. Whatever. It's not like you need to know." Kh3 shows that Nomura remembers the things he set up before.

Also, Goofy: "I think the 'has-been' prefers Marluxia" 😂😂😂

The heartless chariot was just as terrible and time consuming as always because of how much I died.

I did surprisingly well at the dancing section compared to past attempts, so that was cool. Rapunzel and Sora are just so adorable though and Rapunzel with the flowers in her hair is just😔👌

Okay, I like, I love the lantern scene because it's just so beautiful. Like, I just love those shots of all the lanterns and of Flynn and Rapunzel and of Sora, Donald, and Goofy watching them. Also...Flynn lowkey being given the choice between Rapunzel and the crown and basically choosing her

"I should've given it to you before, but I was just scared."

"I'm starting to." And Flynn pushes the satchel away, focusing on Rapunzel, choosing her.

Also, thinking that this part is a parallel to Riku in the RoD because Riku got the strength to protect the one he cherishes most (Sora) and now he's not afraid anymore, even in the RoD. He feels stronger and more confident. For Rapunzel, after spending time with Flynn and traveling, she's not afraid of the world anymore and she becomes more confident. She trusts Flynn and gives him the satchel (which in the movie I believe she originally withheld and hid out of fear of him going back on their promise)

So, then, Flynn and Rapunzel release their lanterns into the sky, and they twirl around each other as they fly up

Seem familiar? It's almost like...

HEARTS IN TUNE BAY BEE

SORIKU PARALLELS

Also, rip Sora, Donald, and Goofy. They just wanted to watch the scenery, but got interrupted by nobodies

Bro, it's really sad, like, I feel so sad for Rapunzel because she really trusted Flynn and Mother Gothel framed Flynn, breaking Rapunzel's heart because she thought it was all genuine, that Flynn really wasn't going to hurt her and meant the things he said. Then, Gothel takes her to the tower

Sora still being able to be awoken from a lick to the face from an animal like in kh1😂

In my first run through of the game, I got to this part with all the heartless and nobodies on the way to the tower and the section between everyone starting off towards the castle and reaching the castle I tried to go through as fast as possible and skipped fighting the heartless and nobodies I could. This time, I managed to clear the whole area after making it my goal for leveling up purposes, so that was cool👍

And now we reach the tower cutscenes and a very niiiiiiice Soriku parallel, which I'll have to put in the next post due to the photo limit

#critical mode #kingdom hearts 3 #soriku #sora x riku #parallels #kingdom of corona #toy box

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wonderlandmind4 · 5 years

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Delicate Stages of Life: 21

Voice in My Head is Ash in My Hands

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Life in Wakanda is filled with love, laughs, some tears, all emotions, lazy days, goats, hot springs, a soul connection, and something dark that looms over Bucky’s and Ana's domestic bliss...

Warnings: Language. Angst. Sad. Fluff kinda. Sickness.

Words: 7,707

A/N: Sorry again for the wait. September has been a horrible month for me, from personal loss, to stress to other stuff and pure exhaustion. But here it is! This chapter and the ones to follow will follow some canon from End Game (which goes to say, there are spoilers, but hopefully everyone has seen it by now.) I struggled a little with this one, so hopefully you like it! The time frame of weeks is in weeks of pregnancy. (Also, I finally changed the title) (Do not read unless you’ve read Delicate Stages first)

15 Weeks Pregnant:

The quite of the Avengers compound gives the illusion as if no one resides there. Words are hardly spoken, and when they are, it’s with hushed or broken tones. The air of dread, anger, defeat and pain, hangs over everyone like their own personal storm clouds.

At first it had been a little difficult, to accommodate the new guests, but Steve, Natasha and Bruce did it. They had made sure the rooms they officially picked were ready, ordered extra food as well, which turned out to be a strange challenge. Foods on the planets Rocket and Nebula’s have come from were different from that of earth.

Carol Danvers lingers with them after she had come back from checking on friends of hers. She had found out that her best friend had vanished, but the daughter of said friend was still alive. Carol is a powerful, determined and fierce presence.

She’s constantly checking her own devices to home in on Thanos’ exact location. Rocket helps her, along with Nebula and Rhodes. It’s strange little group they got going on. Rocket is all dry wit and sarcasm, but he’s just as smart as Bruce or Tony. Steve does see the haunting look of his eyes, however. He knows the little creature had lost every one of the people he grew to know as his family.

Nebula remains quiet most of the time, silently helping them locate her father. But whenever Ana makes an appearance, she watches her with sharp eyes for reasons Steve doesn’t know. If Ana eats, she sits right next to the blue alien woman.

Thor. Steve doesn’t know who’s worse off at the moment; Thor or Ana. He isolates himself just as much, and Steve, Natasha, Bruce and Rhodes all know why he does. Any words for comfort attempt quickly die on lips, end up leaving Thor alone to sit outside in solace.

During certain times of the day, especially at night in the early morning hours, Steve wakes to horrible noises. They aren’t sounds of heartbreak or sobs, though sometimes he does hear it from others. No, it’s the sound of low groans, of retching, of splashing water and ragged breaths.

Ana’s morning sickness is the worst around 3am. Several times, Steve has gotten up, headed towards the room that used to be hers and Bucky, and stops. He always just stops. He doesn’t go in, but he listens. In case she’s too sick to get up or take care of herself. She’s made it abundantly clear she doesn’t want or need anyone’s help. Especially his.

She doesn’t even look at Steve.

It’s been days, turning into weeks. Everyone watches Ana; now at fifteen weeks pregnant. Her once warm brown eyes are now dull, vacant. The little golden specks lost their glitter. She stares off in a void more often than not. When someone does address her, her responses are short, flat, sometimes dry. One worded answers or a strange snark that doesn’t seem like something she would normally say.

A surge of determination over comes him, and Steve finds himself in front of her room days later. He raises his fist to knock on the door but hesitates. He rethinks bothering her, rethinks checking up on her, making sure she’s more than alright, that she’s functioning instead of retreating into her mind too much. Ana hasn’t spoken to him in days since she turns off her emotions. In fact, she’s completely ignoring him.

And the worst part is, he doesn’t blame her. He knows exactly why.

“Steve,” Ana whispers, trying to tamper the quiver in her voice. Her eyes slide over to his stoic face. “Bring my husband back to me.”

Steve faces her, gripping her hand tight. “I swear to you, I will.”

The memory crushes him. He didn’t bring Bucky back to her. He allowed Thanos to succeed. Steve failed. He failed Bucky. He failed Ana. He failed their unborn child. He failed Tony; his friends.

Steve rests his forehead against the door, sighing in defeat. He would hate himself too, if a promise on that big of scale was broken in fact, he’s not far off. His heart hasn’t been beating properly in his chest since, and he began to wonder if super soldiers can have heart attacks.

Swallowing the thick lump in his throat, the pushes himself off the door, walking away. The moment Bucky died, was the moment Ana did too.

May 17th 2018:

Ana grits her teeth, swallowing the burning taste of bile in her throat. The warmth of a strong arm wraps around her waist, a hand splayed gently over her navel. A tender kiss is pressed against her temple, but other than the sweet comfort, Ana can’t feel or read how Bucky is feeling. Instead, she harshly throws the pregnancy test in the trash can. The force of the throw knocks the can over, spilling a few wrappers and the test onto the floor.

“Ana,” Bucky sighs, giving her another gentle kiss to her cheek.

“Maybe I just can’t get pregnant,” Ana grumbles, ignoring the way her heart clenches.

She maneuvers out of her husband’s arms, exiting the bathroom. She paces around their bedroom, looking for that one bead that is the direct line to Shuri. Now she feels Bucky’s worry amplify as he leans against the doorframe. She ignores him until she finds the beads, hidden under the one of his shirts.

“Maybe if I can connect Shuri,” Ana mumbles mostly to herself. “She can gather some doctors and we could run tests. Just to make- hey!”

Bucky had left his spot and plucked the bead from her fingers. Without a word, he drops it onto the bed, cups her face, and kisses her square on the mouth. It’s tantalizing, his lips on hers, warm and soft. She melts into his chest when his thumb gently rubs her cheekbone. Slowly, Bucky breaks away, stealing the breath from her lungs with him. He presses his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” He reminds her softly.

Ana gazes into his sky blue eyes for a few moments. She closes her eyes as she speaks. “I just feel like I’m disappointing you.”

“Never, my love. You could never disappoint me.”

“Promise?”

Bucky’s breathy chuckle makes her open her eyes. He’s still staring at her, into her heart, into her soul. “All I need is you, Annie. If we can’t have kids, which might actually be due to me, not you, then that’s okay.”

His words make her bottom lips tremble, an abrupt onslaught of emotions going through her. She nods, wrapping her fingers around his wrist.

“We could adopt,” She suggests, sniffing back unshed tears.

“That we could,” He agrees. He kisses her once more, before leaning back. “How about you go lay on the couch. I’ll make you some tea, and we can watch a movie? We don’t have to think about this for the rest of the night.”

“Yeah, okay. That sounds good.”

Ana kisses his palm. “I knocked the trash over though-“

“I’ll clean it up. Now go pick a movie.”

“I love you, Bucky.”

Bucky smiles at her, squeezes her hand three times. “Love you too, doll face.”

Sticking out her tongue for the name, she finally heads to the living room. A few minutes pass, Ana with three final movies in her hands to choose from, when she pauses. A thrill of something shoots up her spine, complete opposite of the ominous one she’s been having. Then-

“Ana! Ana!”

Bucky’s call from their room has her shooting up to her feet. She panics for a split second, wondering what on earth could have happened. She meets Bucky halfway, mouth open to ask what’s the matter, when he picks her up by the waist, one arm and all, and spins her around.

Bucky is laughing gleefully as they spin. He suddenly stops, carefully lowering her to the ground. He kisses her, hard and long and giggly. Ana is baffled. Bucky has a sense of humor; he laughs unabashed when Ana tells a joke. Chuckles when the goats play with the kids around the village. Cackles when Shuri tease T’Challa restlessly. But this; Ana rarely sees Bucky this, giddy.

“What in the world!?” Ana can’t help but laugh along with him.

Bucky hold up his fist, Ana not even noticing the stick in his hand. “It’s positive!”

Utterly bemused, Ana tilts her head. “What?”

Her husband shakes his fist, beaming. “The test! It’s positive! It’s goddamn positive, Ana!”

This time, Ana narrows her gaze to really see if what he means is true. She grabs his arm to steady his fist, reading the little lines on the digital screen. Suddenly, her heart swells and she’s matching Bucky’s enthusiasm.

“Oh my god! I’m pregnant!?” She questions excitedly, beginning to hop on her feet.

“It’s what it says!” Bucky answers with a laugh.

“I’m pregnant!”

“Whoa, there, darling. Don’t jiggle baby!”

Ana stops hopping to glare at him. “You’re the one who picked me up and spun me around.”

“I’m excited! I- fuck,” Bucky breathes the last word.

His face changes from ecstatic to disbelief in a flash. Ana carefully watches his eyes, the blue color oddly turning two shades darker. His chin quivers as he looks at her. Ana quickly pulls him in for a hug as he buries his face into her neck. She gently strokes his long hair back, making quiet hushing noises to soothe him.

“We’re pregnant,” The emotion in his words make Bucky’s voice crack. “Holy hell. We’re gonna have a baby.”

Ana chuckles, tears of joy filling her eyes. She’s beyond happy, but even more so for Bucky and how he’s taking this. From all his support to wanting a family, to waiting, to comforting her after negative tests. Ana holds him tighter.

“You and me, Bucky,” She tells him in his ear. “We’re going to have a baby. Our baby. A little snowflake, just like you.”

A delightful laugh escapes his lips.

Ana snaps her eyes open, staring straight up at the ceiling. A wave of emotions rolls through her chest, down to her stomach. Inhaling slowly, she places her hand against her chest, tapering down the barely controlled sorrow. Push it down. Push it away. Control it.

Despite her shutting off her emotions for the sake of herself, and the baby, her control over them relinquishes after every dream. Every flashback, every nightmare, every little echo of Bucky. She swears she hears murmurs of his voice in her ears, but every time she looks, nothing is there. Must be in her mind. It’s been days of this.

Another wave surges through her. This time it makes her sit up. She blows out a breath, shaky in her own ears, and carefully makes her way to the bathroom. Just several moments later, Ana is bent over the toilet, hands gripping the sides of the bowl as she empties her stomach. The porcelain cracks slightly under the pressure of her fingers, unknown to her at the time.

Minutes later, after she’s sure nothing more is to come, she flushes the toilet. Ana leans back against the wall, rubbing soothing circles over her little bump. It’s utterly silent in the room; unlike the times when her morning sickness first hit.

Times when Bucky held her hair back, rubbed her back in comfort. Picked her up and put her back to bed. He would usually hum or sing to her afterwards, pressing a cool glass of water to her hands or lips to make sure she drank.

Now, a strange noise disturbs the stillness of the night, just as Ana was drifting off once more. She picks her head up, tilting her ear towards the bedroom door. She thinks she hears soft padded taps, faintly coming the hallway. Thinks she catches the gentle knock of something laid against the door. Swears she hears the whisper of a sigh, the muted rhythm of a consistent pattern.

Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.

Ana carefully gets up, bracing herself on the counter for support. It’s then, that she notices the cracks in the toilet bowl; thinks nothing of it as she exits. Silently, she makes her way to the door, almost pressing her ear to the wood.

She hears the breath again, then backs away from the door. The same sounds of padded taps come once more, this time it sounds lighter, cautious. Realization comes over her, recognizing the sound as footsteps. The other rhythm, a heartbeat. A hand pressed against the door. A sigh heavily tainted with emotions, from someone who didn’t lock them away.

Steve.

Ana retreats further but stops when a voice is spoken.

“Steve,” The soft voice beyond the closed door is Natasha. She sounds defeated, exhausted. Raw. “C’mon, try to get some sleep.”

“She’s sick again,” Is Steve’s muttered reply. “She’s sick, Nat, and she isn’t telling anyone.”

A short pause.

“She just needs time,” Natasha doesn’t sound convincing when she says it. The unspoken “to adjust” lingers.

Ana backs away again. She will never adjust to this. As she turns to crawl back in bed, she hears Steve.

“I’m really worried about her, and the baby. I just…I don’t know how to help.”

“If she wants it, she’ll ask.”

Natasha’s voice is guarded, if not a little cold. If Ana didn’t shut off her empathic abilities, her feelings, she may have been able to read Nat’s. As it were, she can’t find herself to care, and gingerly slips back under the covers, tracing the shape of her stomach absentmindedly.

She tunes out their next words, ignores how they sound, doesn’t have the energy or care to interpret what they’re feeling. So, Ana adjusts into a position that doesn’t make her want to puke in her bed and grabs a pillow.

Bucky’s pillow. She hugs it close to her chest, hiding her face in the ghost of her husband’s scent.

They found him.

Steve’s heart is beating harshly against his chest, something akin to spikes lodging in his bones. He’s determined. Determined, and ready to fight. Ready to reverse the horrific event that occurred weeks ago. He’s ready to end Thanos.

Before they leave with the plans and location that Rocket has showed them, Steve heads to the living room. He can’t take off without at least informing the shell of the woman who used to be Ana. Witnessing the moment she shut off her emotions had a cold chill run through his veins, done to his bones.

Steve felt it too. It was something he can’t explain, and probably never be able to. It was like the air had ceased, and the abrupt emptiness to Ana’s once bright, beautiful brown eyes was heartbreaking. It’s been five days since then.

Entering the room, Steve halts, as if he was just punched in the gut. The sight of Ana sitting rim rod straight on the couch, with her head tilted to the side and eyes vacant, is haunting. Wildly, Steve makes a comparison of her, and when he first saw Bucky as the Winter Soldier.

It’s the same expression, one that looks empty, when it’s loaded with ghosts. Her head twitches to the left, her eyes shifting as if she’s hearing something that isn’t there. Steve notices her hand resting protectively over the small swell of her navel. He swallows thickly.

“Ana,” He breaks the silence, more on the terse side of tone.

She doesn’t react. He calls her name again, using a sharper tone to snap her out of the terrifying state she’s in. Ana blinks, eyes suddenly meeting his own. Her skin is shimmering, and briefly, Steve wonders if she turly has a tight control of the emotions she turned off.

“We’re leaving now,” He informs her. He nearly winces with how Captain America he sounds with her. “In case you wanted to be aware of that.”

She doesn’t react to his rude words. She blinks again. “To find Thanos.”

Her voice is low, calculated. Steve nods. She doesn’t ask or demand to go. They all know she would have jumped at the opportunity to defeat the titan herself, but the team -who was left and who was new- shut it down before Ana could even voice it.

“Yes.”

“Don’t hesitate. Kill him,” Ana commands.

Her even tone scares Steve more than he’ll ever admit.

Hopelessness. Defeat. Broken. Dread. Helplessness.

The only ounce of hope they had was snuffed out. For good. Gone. Destroyed along with the Infinity Stones. The air of the truth, of reality, settles heavily over them. Engrains in their bones, fractures they have to live with for the rest of their lives.

Steve Rogers knew better than to keep the minuscule light of hope alive in his chest. Now, now he feels the failure. He is the failure; twice. Thanos is dead, but the stones are gone. They lost the war. He lost the war.

Captain America has failed the universe.

Arriving back to earth is a blur. Nobody spoke. Thor took off, no word of where he was headed, too wrapped up in his own guilt, his own failure. With broken spirits, they land on a half empty earth. Feeling queasy as he steps off the ship, Steve notices how silent the air is. No birds chirping, no critters singing, no tiny feet of woodland creatures scurrying along the ground.

He does hear one tiny noise, however. The softest sniffle behind him. Steve glances over his shoulder as Natasha steps off the ramp. When she passes by, he sees the glistening track of tears down her face. Somberly, he follows behind her, having no words of comfort. No more semblance of hope to encourage anyone. An image of Sam’s face flashes through his mind after that thought.

Images of Wanda, Vision, T’Challa, Shuri, the tree friend of Rocket’s-Groot, everyone who willing fought alongside them. Images of Bucky. Steve halts. Replaying Bucky’s confused expression in his mind. Bucky turning dark. Bucky staggering. Bucky seeking out his wife. Bucky crumbling into dust between Ana’s fingers.

How is Steve going to tell Ana that he’s failed her; again. He broke one promise to her, and now, he has to take away the only small chance of hope left. A trail of wet runs down his cheek, hastily wiping it away. He can’t fall apart now, not before he tells her.

“I can do it,” A soft spoken voice breaks the muteness of the air. “I can inform Ana.”

Nebulas is standing next to him, eyes staring straight ahead at the compound. Steve would find it odd, her offer, if he hasn’t noticed Nebula watching Ana closely. Since the day Ana turned emotionless, Nebula has taken a strange sort of fascinating with her. Ana, in return, when she actually ventures out of her room, she tends to sit next to the blue skin woman. Steve figured it must be because of Nebula’s stoic nature, someone who doesn’t show emotions often either.

Nodding his head in appreciate, he gives her a sad smile. More of a grimace than anything else.

“It’s alright,” He tells her, his own voice sounds distant. “I’ll do it. In case she…reacts. It’s better if it’s on me. But thank you.”

Nebula meets his gaze for a moment, nod, then continues. Steve follows behind her.

Changing out of his suit gives Steve a few extra minutes before he searches for Ana. It takes some time however, since he can’t seem to find her easily. He makes eye contact with Colonel Rhodes, who just shrugs and takes a sip of whiskey in his glass. Rocket has his head in his hands, shaking it back and forth. Natasha is also MIA, and Carol is staring out the window, as if she’s trying to figure out an alternate way to get everyone back.

Steve heads back towards her room, when he realizes exactly where Ana is. He pulls down the hidden staircase in the hallway, ascending the stairs with heavy steps. Once he reaches the door, he pauses to gather himself, swallowing the burn of tears back. Then he opens the door to the roof.

Ana is sitting on one of the chairs, twirling what looks like a pebble between her fingers. She doesn’t glance his way, but her head tilts. It’s like she’s expecting the news.

“The stones are gone,” Steve informs her, his voice thick. He inhales deeply. “Thanos destroyed them.”

That makes Ana meet his eyes. Other than that, there’s no reaction on her face. “And Thanos, himself?”

“Dead. Thor…Thor killed him. Sliced his head off.”

The silence that stretches between them only last a minute. To Steve, it feels like years. He’s waiting. Waiting for her to lash out in an explosion of energy. Lash out with her powers that have been growing over the past months. Or turn her emotions back on, just to yell and scream at him that it’s all his fault.

Instead, Ana stands, dropping the pebble to the ground. She has taken to wearing Bucky’s red Henley shirt and his jacket more than anything else. But even with the slightly baggy size and length of the shirt, her baby bump is evident through the material. Steve feels sick to his soul.

“Huh,” Ana finally voices dryly. “Wish you would’ve filmed it. It would have made for some great entertainment.”

Her words stun Steve. Roots him right to the spot he’s standing, not even able to stop her from brushing past him. She exists the roof, letting the door swing shut loudly, a rush of air blowing against this body. In that motion, Steve catches the faint whiff of someone familiar. The scent of someone gone, dusted, turned to ash. The scent of Bucky lingering on the shirt.

Steve sinks to his knees, burying his face in his hands. He sobs.

16 weeks:

“You’re going to see the goddamn doctor now, or I will be forced to make you see her myself.”

“Were people really terrified of you with those horrible threats?” Ana responds without missing a beat.

“If I have to be terrifying to make you actually feel something, then so be it.”

Natasha’s real threat makes the tension in the room thicker. Ana barely registers it. Nat has been trying to convince her to see her doctor for the past hour. It’s been five days since they arrived back after finding Thanos, and Ana hasn’t stopped throwing up. In fact, she sees show pale her skin gets every time she looks in a mirror. She has been feeling weaker by the minute, but she chalks it up to lack of sleep.

“I’m quaking in my socks,” She replies flatly.

“Why don’t you just bring the doc here?” Rocket pipes up, looking a smidge entertained by the exchange.

Ana just sips her coffee. Decaf coffee. Because Steve, Rhodes and Nat had cleared the entire compound of the regular, normal caffeinated coffee. Vaguely she thinks of ways to convince Carol to help with her energy beams.

Annie

Ana straightens, tuning out the light bickering between Natasha and Rocket. She glances to her right, eyes searching the trees outside the window. Nothing is there, just the wind soundlessly blowing through the leaves.

“Why doesn’t Banner Metal Buster look her over?”

Rocket’s voice brings Ana back to their conversation, shaking her head to rid the echo in her ears.

“Banner-” Nat pauses.

“Bruce took off last night. No word, no note. He’s just gone,” Rhodes informs somberly.

Another one who left. First Thor, now Bruce. Ana pegs Rhodes to leave next, since he is still part of the military that have been scrambling to make sense of what happened.

Ana is tired of the chatting. “Here’s a thought. How about the one who is carrying the baby decides it on her own?”

“Because!” Natasha snaps, “The dry, sarcastic ass who is carrying the baby doesn’t have her head on straight and would rather put her baby in danger than suck up her goddamn pride and see the goddamn doctor.”

Ana blinks.

“This just got awkward,” Rocket mutters to Rhodes. He nods in agreement.

“Tell me how you really feel, Romanoff,” Ana deadpans.

“Enough!” Steve finally snaps, sitting up from laying supine on the couch. “Nat, back off. Ana, she’s just concerned about your well-being, but she can’t force you to go. So, do whatever you want. It is your choice. But if you go now, you won’t have to go for another few weeks. At least Nat will get off your back if you do.”

Annie

The echo in her mind is louder. She stares unseeingly ahead, trying to listen where it’s coming from. Is it a voice? Is it her mind playing tricks? Is she going crazy and hearing something else that suspiciously sounds like the nickname only one person ever called her by? And why. Why does it make a wave of every single emotion she’s locked away, nearly resurface? Is it making her lose control?

The murmur of the word has been echoing for weeks. Like a whisper in the lightest breeze.

“Ana?”

A tentative touch to her arm snaps her out of it. Blue. She sees blue eyes, staring back at her.

Bucky.

She lifts her hand, then blinks. It’s not the same blue she used to get lost in. It’s not Bucky. It’s Steve. The utter fear in his eyes give way to her right decision to turn off her emotions. She doesn’t have to feel what she sees.

“You’re glowing again,” Steve tells her quietly.

Glancing down at his hand on her forearm, she knows he’s right. Strange. Ana brings her hand hanging in the air to her chest, and the abrupt wave and glow of her skin vanishes. Someone shifts over Steve’s shoulder, making Ana move her gaze to them.

Carol is standing just beyond him, arms crossed, expression curiously intrigued. Nebula also looks mildly interested. Moving her eyes back to Steve, he dips his head down, coming close enough for only her to hear his next words.

“Please let me take you,” He begs quietly. “When you’re ready.”

“No,” Ana answers.

An odd twitch at his jaw catches her attention, but he releases her arm and steps back. The subject isn’t brought up after that.

17 Weeks:

Light droplets of rain falling against the roof of their hut, is what pulls Ana from her deep slumber. She always enjoyed the rain, the sound seeming to lure her to sleep quicker than normal clear nights. She sighs, the fingers of sleep pulling her back in, before another noise breaks through the gentle rainfall.

It’s a low, tender rumble, coming below her. It’s followed be a delicate press of something soft and scratchy against her skin. The skin of her stomach. A soothing swiping of something warm makes her eyes flutter open, turning her head to her left. Bucky isn’t there. So, she glances down and finds him.

He’s propped up on his elbows, his hand lightly splayed over her stomach, just over her navel. His thumb is drawing little lines back and forth, and he leans down to kiss her stomach once more.

“-so, little bean, I promise,” Bucky is murmuring. Apparently, he’s been talking for a while. “I swear I’ll be the best father I can be for you. Your mother is already the greatest person ever. She’s my best gal, and she will be yours too. You are so lucky so have her as a mother, little bean. I’m so lucky to have her and you in my life now. And I promise, little one, I will love you with everything I have. I already do.”

He kisses her stomach again, once, twice, four times before resting his cheek on her hipbone. Ana’s heart had swelled so much as he spoke, it’s a wonder how it hasn’t burst out of her chest yet. She slowly lifts her head and sinks her fingers in her husband’s soft hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

Bucky sighs deeply. “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Ana smiles down at him as he tilts his face to meet her gaze. God, she hopes their little one will have his bright blue eyes.

“You are going to be an incredible father, Bucky,” She whispers, dropping her hand to his jaw. “We are the lucky ones.”

Bucky’s face scrunches up, a sign of debate if she ever saw one. “I hope I will be.”

Ana hooks her finger under his chin, tugging him until he relents and crawls over her body, hovering. She leans up to meet him, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to his mouth.

“I have no doubts, Winter Snowflake.”

Bucky hums against her lips. “Go back to sleep, Annie Doll. You need all the rest you can get.”

“Especially now that I can’t drink coffee.”

“You can drink decaf.”

Ana scrunches her nose. “There’s no point.”

Bucky laughs quietly, kissing her nose. “Love you.”

Ana drops back down as Bucky carefully flops over to her side, lifting his arm so she can snuggle beneath it. The back of her head is resting on his shoulder, and she falls asleep to the feel of Bucky’s hand laid protectively over her stomach.

Dry air stings at wide open eyes, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. Another dream of a memory. Another tug at her empty heart with nothing to fill it. A sharp clench, weirdly feeling like a movement from inside disturbs a rare moment of peace. It arrives in the form of strong nausea.

A loud groan breaks the silent of the early morning. Ana wraps her arm around her stomach, inhaling through her nose, and exhaling through her mouth. It’s been seventeen weeks now, with eight of those having her head in a toilet.

“C’mon little bean,” She mutters meekly, wincing as she swallows back the burn of bile. “Just let me sleep through the night without being sick.”

She blows out a breath, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand. The water barely cools her down, her skin sticky from sweat and feeling horrible. She hears those same soft footsteps, too quiet to anyone else, sneak up to her door.

She’s gotten used to the new sounds she hadn’t been able to hear before. She has a vague inkling as to why it’s happening for the past three weeks, but it’s not something she wants to think about. And she doesn’t have too, for a gentle knock sounds at her door.

She doesn’t get a chance to answer, the door opens, and a blonde head is poking through the crack. It’s not Steve, even though Ana knew it was his footsteps. Instead, it’s Carol, her expression a mix of sheepish and no remorse simultaneously. It’s impressive, and if Ana had her emotions in tact, she’d probably laugh.

“Did my puking wake you?” She greets flatly.

“Nah, the smell did,” Carol responds without missing a beat. Ana tolerates her. “If I come in, will you blast me with your energy draining hands? Though that might be pretty badass.”

Ana has a thought of liking the woman if she ever feels again.

“Energy draining hands are all out for the moment,” She says, attempting to sit up. Little bean baby doesn’t like that movement though. Ana rubs her stomach.

“I have something for you,” Carol announces, entering the room and closing the door behind her. “By the way, you know Rogers has been pressing his ear to the door for the past several weeks, right?”

“He’s never been good at sneaking. Buc-“ Ana cuts herself off. “I’ve heard his lack of discretion dates back to the 30’s.”

A smirk is given but not returned. Carol walks to the bed and sits herself down, placing a vile in Ana’s lap.

“Am I supposed to know what this is?”

“I don’t know you well, but I can’t tell if your dry humor is a part of who you are, or it’s just weird emotionless streak you got going on. Pretty impressive though.”

Ana doesn’t respond to that.

“It’s an elixir,” She continues, “Similar to what I gave Stark. This is targeted more to expecting mothers with extreme illness. Helps settle rapid hormonal changes.”

“Neat.”

Carol huffs a chuckle. “Drink it. You’ll feel better,” She stands up, eyeing over her once. “It’ll help you sleep too. I’ll leave you to it.”

Ana gives her some form of a goodbye wave. She twists off the top, putting the open bottle to her lips.

“You’re not alone. Just in case you forgot that.”

Those are Carol’s parting words just before she closes the door behind her.

Annie

Ana hesitates for a moment, then drinks half the bottle. After she brushes her teeth, she settles back in bed. A small movement stirs in her stomach. She places a hand over the spot and drifts off to sleep not long after.

Awareness comes slowly to Ana. She stares, unseeing above her. She stirs, her fingers brushing over something that isn’t her sheets. It’s loose, floaty. Sitting up, she realizes she had been laying in two inches of water. It’s not hot, or cold, it just is. She doesn’t feel it, but it spans out endlessly around her. She carefully stands up, noticing her fingers aren’t dripping with droplets, that her clothes aren’t wet.

She takes in her surroundings; the sky is a burning orange that fades into pink. Sunset colors that remind her of Wakanda’s. She’s not in Wakanda though. It’s a void. An empty, endless void. She begins to wonder, aimlessly walking for who know how long.

Something pulls at her chest, beckoning her in the same direction she had been walking in. A door is suddenly there, when it wasn’t before. Ana stops. She reaches her hand out, fingers just barely grazing the smooth wood.

“Annie.”

Ana turns, looking behind her for the voice. Nothing. No one. Just a fading cloud of ashes.

When Ana wakes, sunlight streaming into the room through the cracked curtain, she rubs an itch at her eye. Her fingers come away wet. She touches both hands to the sides of face, damp tracks on her temples. Sitting up, she sniffs. Realization dawns on her like the rising sun.

She is crying.

In the middle of what she thought had been emotionless weeks, Ana is crying. From a dream. A dream that cuts her deep to her soul, as if she felt it. As if it were real. Hastily she wipes the rest of the tears away and gets up.

A small roll goes through her belly, but it’s not of sickness. Of all the books and articles, she has read, Ana knows the movement inside her stomach might be too soon. However, her own strength has been growing. Leaving cracks and divots on surfaces, and nearly pulling a door to the roof off the hinges, she has an inkling of why it could be happening.

She doesn’t linger on the thought or the strange dream. Ana just gets ready, gets dress and leaves the room. She makes sure to zip up Bucky’s jacket, one she refuses to wash, and slips out of the resident floor before anyone wakes up.

She doesn’t notice that someone is already awake, sitting in the dark in the living room, watching her leave.

(17 ½ half weeks)

Cold jelly is squirted and spread along Ana’s small round belly. She scrunches her nose at the feeling, as the handle of the ultrasound machine glides smoothly over her stretching skin. She stares at the ceiling until the Obstetrician, Dr. Hammond, speaks up.

“Ahh, there’s your baby,” She announces happily.

Ana turns her head to the left, squinting to make out the small shape in the snow of black and white. Unlike the first two times, she feels nothing in her chest. Vaguely she wonders if that will affect her after giving birth.

“You know, Mrs. Barnes, you’re well past the point to know the gender. Would you like to?”

Warm breath fans across Ana’s bare stomach. Gentle kisses pressed all over her skin.

“This is fine when I’m sleeping, not when I’m trying to cook, Bucky!” Ana giggles, leaning against the counter.

“I can cook for you, Annie,” Bucky sighs, pressing one last kiss to her belly before standing. “Even if it’s one of your weird cravings.”

“Nutella and cheese crepes are not weird,” She pouts, tugging a piece of his hair. Bucky shoots her a look, as he puts a spoonful of Nutella in his sinful mouth.

“I wanted to ask you something,” She begins lightly. “Totally up to you, babe.”

“I’m sore, Ana, can’t we have sex in the hot springs later?” He jokes, winking.

“Bucky!” She laughs brightly.

“Okay fine, we can have sex on the counter now,” He scoffs as if he’s put out. The twinkle in his blue eyes give him away.

Ana tugs him close and kisses his hazelnut flavored lips. “Hush, Snow Flurry. I wanted to ask…do you want to know the sex of the baby when the time comes?”

Bucky’s eyes brows shoot up for a moment as he ponders. His fingers trace over her stomach, too soon for a bump to be showing. He places a tender kiss on her eyebrow.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Bucky counters instead.

“Whatever you want, honest.”

He dips his head, a shy smile spreading across his lips. “I…think I want to be surprised. This was such an amazing one, and I kind of want to be surprised again, if that’s okay.”

Ana cups his jaw to make him look at her. “Of course, it is, Bucky. We’ll be surprised together.”

“Mrs. Barnes?”

Dr. Hammond’s voice snaps her out of the memory.

“No.” Ana answers.

“No?”

“I don’t want to know. I want to keep it a…surprise.”

“Alright then,” The Doctor smiles, moving away from a different spot. “If you want a surprise…”

Ana blinks, waiting as she watches the image rove around and shimmer. She blinks at the screen again. “What the hell is that?”

“Something I noticed last time, but it’s more prominent now. I wasn’t sure what it could be. I thought I was seeing things. But with your enhanced abilities…it is possible that this little shimmering circle here,” She traces the shape with her finger on the ultrasound. “I think it’s some sort of, protective layer over the amniotic sac. Another, thick layer of the membrane, in simpler terms.”

“What?” Ana questions. “What does that mean?”

“From reading your files and what you can do with your abilities. I think you somehow created a protective energy barrier around the fetus. We could run a test, maybe take a sample, but that’s invasive and in your delicate state, I would rather not risk it. But that there, my dear, is nothing I have ever seen before.”

“No test please,” Ana requests without hesitation. “Does this mean the baby is healthy?”

“Yes,” She gives her a reassure smile. “Although the baby is little smaller in size, but that can be normal for your first pregnancy. You have a healthy little baby. However, that doesn’t necessarily mean you are.”

“What?” Ana is becoming redundant.

“Your levels and vitals, Mrs. Barnes,” Dr. Hammond explains kindly. “They are better than the last time you came in, but I still want to keep an eye on them. Your blood pressure is a little low still, as is your sugar. I also want to keep a keen eye on your iron levels. Just be sure you’re eating enough of the right foods, and drinking enough water, getting plenty of sleep. I’ll write you a prescription for some morning sickness medication, and make sure to take the prenatal vitamins I gave you. You do have a severe case of morning sickness.”

She pauses for moment. “I know how hard this must be for you,” Dr. Hammonds voice cracks, and her eyes glisten. “But I think you are strong, and it is okay to be sad. It’s okay to be hurting. Just take it easy. Try to do things that keep your stress levels down.

“I have to research more into that protective layer, but it could possibly take from your own energy levels as well. If you feel something like that happening, do not hesitate to call me. I am here for you and your baby.”

If Ana was feeling anything, she may have more of a grateful response. Instead, a small “thank you,” is spoken.

“You’re welcome,” Dr. Hammond replies gently. “Let me wipe this gel off your skin and write your prescription and you’re good to go. Oh! I heard you fought in Wakanda, despite knowing you were pregnant.”

Ana briefly thinks she’s going to be scolded.

“At least know we know the fetus was perfectly protected in case you were injured.”

Ana leaves the office rethinking the words of the doctor. As she walks through the building, she picks up on a faint heartbeat. On light footsteps she’d heard before.

“I don’t remember asking you to come,” Ana speaks up flatly.

The person following her stops next to her at the elevators. “You didn’t not ask either. Fair game.”

Ana just folds the papers she has in her hands.

“A protective barrier, huh?” Natasha states.

“Eavesdropping on a private patient-doctor appointment is a violation of HIPPA, didn’t you know?”

Ana allows Natasha to step into the elevator first after the doors open.

“That’s the least criminal thing I’ve done.”

“As we all know.”

She sees Natasha snap her eyes to her after those words. The rest of the ride is quiet. They walk out together, and not to Ana’s surprise, Nat parked right next to her.

“I’m just worried about you, okay?” Natasha says. She cracks. Someone who easily doesn’t show her emotions, has shown more than Ana has in the past month. “Bucky wouldn’t-“

“Bucky isn’t here, Natasha.” Ana reminds her.

“We don’t want this to affect you! You aren’t…this isn’t you! Pushing us away, shutting off your emotions. You’re having a baby and sometimes it seems like…like you don’t care.”

Ana pauses by the car she took, staring at Natasha dead in her eyes. “Say that to me again if I turn my emotions back on.”

With that, Ana gets in the car and drives away.

18 Weeks:

Ana sits up slowly, the comfort of her bed giving way to two inches of wetless water. She stands, surveys her surroundings with keen eyes. Nothing. Nothing but the endless pond of water meeting the burnt orange sky. She circles once, twice, three times.

Her feet move of their own accord, walking just to move, just to see where she is. Abruptly she stops. All she did was blink, closed her eyes for split second; there’s a door. A door that wasn’t there a moment ago has now appeared, several yards ahead of her. Unlike last time however, there’s a small figure.

Standing in front of the door, back turned to her. Ana continues to walk, feeling a pull in her chest towards the sight. As she gets closer, she realizes the figure isn’t something, someone, she has seen before. Curious, she tries to move faster, but her feet keep the steady slow pace.

She’s just few away, when the small figure -a child?- vanishes. Just the same door now looming in front of Ana. As before, she lifts her hand, fingertips barely grazing along the wood. Something stops her from pushing it open, frozen for a moment before she turns around. Her heart seizes in her chest.

Bucky.

Ana blinks.

Like the calm of the sea after a raging storm

Bucky is still there. Standing soundlessly. Deep blue eyes stare back at her, calming the raging sea inside her just from one look. A tender smile spreads across his red lips, lips she has missed so much. Lips she still feels the imprint of on her skin. That look. That look he always gives her colors his face, softens his expression. A look of adoration, of love.

Ana inhales with a shudder, heart pounding against her chest, as if it can sense Bucky’s. He reaches his flesh hand up, stretching it towards her. Ana breathes out a relieve gasp, feeling her own lips trembling into a smile.

Reaching out with her own hand, Ana takes a step closer. Her heart beats in a rapid rhythm of BuckyBuckyBucky. She’s so close, just inches apart from each other, from her husband, from Bucky. She begins to feel a warm tingling at the tips of her fingers.

Just as their fingers brush, the barest of contact, Bucky’s fingers crumble into ash. Ana frantically lunges for him, to grab any part of his body to bury him inside her chest, keep him safe, protected. It doesn’t work.

Bucky fades into a cloud of dust and ash.

A loud gulping gasp wrenches Ana from the dream. Or was it a nightmare? Cautiously, she pushes herself up, staring at her trembling hands, as if she can see them covered in dust. Her fingertips burn with her loss, with the very real memory of him fading between her fingers.

Her skin is glowing. The dark room flickers to life with light from the lamps. The familiar wave of nausea churns her stomach, followed by the same movement she’s been feeling for days. Clenching her hands into fists, ignoring the wet drops landing on her skin and the lack of control she has from waking up, Ana wraps her arms around her stomach.

Breathing in deeply, her scent clouded by the comfort of his pillow, of his jacket, Ana finally regains control. Her stomach calms, as does the tiny movement. The lights abruptly stop flashing, throwing the room back into the dark. The night settles once more.

Ana lays back down, hands now splayed over her bump. She stares at the ceiling, wishing. Wishing to understand the dream. Wishing to save him, to bring him back with her. Wishing she could feel even the smallest ounce of Bucky. She doesn’t.

Ana feels nothing but the emptiness in her chest.

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Drabbles: Twenty Drabbles: Twenty-Two

(A/N: I’m sorry if this was horrible!)

Tags: @thecreatiivecorner @kat-lives @stressedasalways @watchoutforfrostbite @justreadingfics @keldachick @fics-i-read @eurynome827 @elatedmarvel @shesalatesh @paintedgreywriting @boney-and-skinny

#Bucky Barnes x OFC #Bucky Barnes x Ana #bucky barnes x original female character #delicate stages drabbles #my fic #bucky barnes fanfic

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PREFERRED NAME — nora. i think i started going by it in like, 2009?? my full name is eleanor but i hated it n thought it was way too pretentious n i never felt like it fitted me so when i started writing on forums i decided i’d be a nora rather than eleanor and then my school friends called me it and it just kinda stuck, the only person who calls me eleanor is my mum

PRONOUNS — she / her / ethereal being beyond comprehension

AGE — 23 but i tell everyone im 21 because even tho time is literally fake im desperately clinging to that fleeting thing we call youth trying to catch it like smoke in my hands

PINTEREST — i actually have two. this one is my main one where i just cram all my shit n i’ve had it for years and some of its super unorganised. then i also have this one which is one i made for exclusively female characters. it started as mythological figures but now its like, women in literature and the occasional oc as well. variety is the spice of life!

DISCORD — lindsay lohan’s meth#8664

TUMBLR (PERSONAL/MUSE/RPH) — i used to be froseths but now im pvrscphones cos ya gal is a fucking whore for mythology

OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA YOU’D LIKE TO SHARE — oi oi guvna ere’s me twitta. also here’s my letterboxd n my goodreads if anyone still uses tht

MYER-BRIGGS — enfp / infp border .... the classic profile of a lit student

HP HOUSE — hufflepuff, am fuckin mad.

ZODIAC — libra which is a joke because i am in no way balanced but i guess i AM indecisive and a peacekeeper so?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY? — i believe it when it says good shits gonna happen in my life and blame it if bad shit happens but i don’t strongly follow it i just find it interesting

HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU STARTED RPING ON TUMBLR — maybe like 14?? my first rp blog here is literally so embarassing i wrote as clove from the hunger games n my best friend irl wrote cato :/ it was wild

WHAT YEAR WAS IT? — like 9 years ago?? 2010 maybs

NAME A RANDOM ROLEPLAY THAT STICKS OUT IN YOUR MEMORY — me n my friend ellie made this really cool group the summer before we left for uni which was loosely based on a concept mentioned mayb once in the divergent series, but it gave us loads of freedom to make it our own thing. it was called the fringe n it was like..... this dystopian society where people with different genes were cut off from the rest of society n lived in overrun slum cities where different groups had like, a monopoly over weapons, produce, etc.... my character jack was the leader of this lost-boy-esque tribe called the wolf pack who were hunters n used to run across the rooftops wearing the skins of animals they’d killed and engage in tribal rituals with sacrifices to the gods n shit. sounds lame but everyone there was so invested in their character arcs that it was a shame to see it go. but ! it kind of reached its end point so we blew it up w nukes n they all died. tragic.

WHAT WEIRD ANIMAL WOULD YOU HAVE AS A PET IF IT WAS REALISTIC — a fox?? do ppl keep foxes? idk i’ve always just felt a sense of connection w them like when a fox stares at me im like this shit is life i am living and breathing in this bitch.... visceral

NAME THE FIRST SONG ON YOUR DISCOVER WEEKLY ON SPOTIFY OR THE FIRST SONG THAT COMES ON APPLE MUSIC / ITUNES SHUFFLE — everbody party tonight by cobra man n summer girl by haim..... not my usual stuff but big summer chillin vibes,.....

NAME A BOOK THAT YOU READ IN SCHOOL THAT YOU SURPRISINGLY LIKED — lord of the flies and also the handmaid’s tale. one of assignments was to write a chapter from another character’s perspective n i chose moira

NAME A BOOK YOU HATED THAT MOST PEOPLE LIKED — skellig. fuck off with ur asprin ugly bat man i don’t care. also of mice and men. don’t care about the rabbits or curley’s goddamn wife.

WHAT TV SHOW DID YOU RECENTLY BINGE? — im not a big binger bc i find it jst makes me depressed if i watch tv all day but im nearly finished stranger things season 3 n i recently finished euphoria (big rec but proceed w caution as quite triggering content)

FAVOURITE QUOTE — cool girl speech from gone girl. but also “there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls” i know its like.... such an overused quote but it really encapsulates this kind of feral girlhood that a few of my characters like bridget n greta have tapped into. i also loved the line “i feel like i could eat the world raw” from song of achilles, that really captures this kind of.... pure n childlike enthusiasm tht i wanna achieve w rory

LINK TO A VINE THAT EXUDES YOUR ‘ENERGY’ — this is my energy completely am always covered in glitter n staring broodily out of the windows of ubers at 4am like im in the sad bit of an indie film

DO YOU WRITE OUTSIDE OF RP? WHAT DO YOU WRITE? — uhh.... not as much as i shd.... i want to be a writer so i shd be makin some effort to get my stuff Out Into The World but im just not.... lol. ive done a lot of poetry collections . i wnt to finish a novel @ some point too.

THREE YOUTUBERS YOU STILL TRUST — bold of you to assume i trust any youtubers

A CELEBRITY CRUSH THAT JUST WON’T QUIT — id literally die for saoirse ronan n timothee chalamet :/ chance perdomo also owns my ass.

EVER MEET A CELEBRITY? SHARE YOUR STORY — i once high-fived dani harmer, the actress who played tracy beaker. today my sister text me tryin to make me guess what celebrity she just saw on holiday in wales and for ages she let me think it was timmothee but it was actually bradley walsh from the chase :/

WHAT’S YOUR PICTURE-PERFECT NIGHT? — i am in a bomb ass crop top and mini skirt, several scrunchies in my hair, glitter all over my face, wearing cowboy boots. we eat dinner in a trendy but affordable pub that doubles up as a cocktail bar n then we drink zombies or sex on the beaches n go to a rave where everyone is on the same wavelength n i share drugs with girls in the toilets and we swap numbers knowing we will never text each other but its ok bc in that moment we feel like we are soulmates and everyone is super drunk n touching everyone else n its all very visceral and we walk through the woods when the rave ends and lie in the grass because we wish to suck out all the marrow of life

A CONSPIRACY THEORY YOU KINDA BELIEVE IN — princess diana was murdered

ARE ALIENS REAL? — maybe the real aliens are the friends we made along the way

PLAY ANY PHONE GAMES? WHICH ONES? — love island game im addicted and way too invested in my fictional relationship with bobby, a cartoon

WHAT’S A FILM YOU LOVED WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND RECENTLY WATCHED, ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU DON’T ANYMORE — bold of u to assume i remember my childhood. but if we’re talking last 10 years angust, thongs n perfect snogging is so so cringe

DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? — pairs of glasses belonging to other ppl when they break / get new ones even though i can see perfectly well.

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY? — mythology...... always a craving and a wish i’d read like ancient texts but my school wasn’t good enough to do greek or latin or any of that shit n even tho i could read english translations i cant be bothered. also criminal psychology

THREE LANGUAGES YOU DON’T SPEAK, BUT WISH YOU COULD — italian, french and latin

MOVIE YOU’VE WATCHED MORE THAN 5 TIMES — ladybird, about time, angus thongs, shrek 2, what we do in the shadows, the history boys, atonement, coraline, the breakfast club, ferris bueller’s day off

NAME A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM TV/FILM/MOVIE/GAME/BOOK THAT YOU FIND YOURSELF PROJECTING ON / YOU RELATE TO — cecilia lisbon. rue in euphoria. alison brie in glow. adam parrish in the raven cycle. richard papen. olivia cooke’s character in thoroughbreds. allen ginsberg in kill your darlings. lily in sex education. holliday grainger’s character in the film animals --- i too am an aspiring writer who never writes and just gets drunk instead .

DO YOU FOLLOW ANY SPORTS? WHO DO YOU ROOT FOR? — no. cba

HOBBIES BESIDES WASTING AWAY HERE? — i go to the movies basically every day bcos i work in a cinema. im also a voracious reader n i occasionally do theatre or costume making

PLUG A TV SHOW / MOVIE / BOOK / VIDEO GAME / ETC… YOU WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD CHECK OUT — where the wild things are (film by spike jonze). animals. beats. the book fen by daisy johnson and a girl is a half formed thing by eimar mcbride. andy warhol’s biography from a to b and back again

WHOSE BRAIN WOULD YOU LIKE TO PICK, ALIVE OR DEAD? — phoebe waller-bridge on how i get her life. carey mulligan on how she got to be such a good actress n how i can become her. maybs wes anderson. maybs gillian flynn. i tend to listen to podcasts w the ppl i really wanna pick the brains of.

TEAM EDWARD OR JACOB? — edward :/

LAST MOVIE SEEN IN THEATRE — blinded by the light n i lovd it

DO YOU STILL READ? — when i finished uni i kinda got out of the habit but this week i finished two books so ive set myself the challenge of a book a week.

IF SO, WHAT ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING? — i finished song of achilles yesterday n i also finished call me by your name yesterday. started circe by madeline miller today, im also partway through milkman by anna burns and the plays of annie barker

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW MUCH DID YOU HATE FILLING THIS OUT? – 3 i didnt hate it bcos at heart i am self-indulgent and love fashioning some sense of self when i feel lost in a world that is scary and constantly changing

#wshedtask002

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twothumbsandnostakeincanon · 6 years

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This isn't really a prompt so I'm sorry but just like any stargent please? Obliviousness? Pining? Maybe a dream or two about Stiles?

This??? Turned into a soulmate au???????

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I’ll be real most of this was co-written by a neat bourbon.

Christopher Robert Argent didn’t have a soulmate.

It wasn’t unusual. Roughly a quarter of the population didn’t. Another quarter had more than one. The other half had the standard, One for One Soulmate Match.

But not Chris.

He knew because his dreams were his alone. They never took on that particular sharp quality that everyone described when they were viewing the day to day life of their soulmate. Around the age of 18, when most of his friends were excitedly describing trips to the grocery store, or a laundromat they’d never seen in the hope that someone else would recognize it and be able to point them in the right direction, Chris was dreaming about the stages of wolfsbane poisoning and how to recognize a banshee.

By 20, he’d accepted the sting of not having a soulmate, and agreed to the arranged marriage his father wanted. A daughter came shortly after, and Chris thought that not having a soulmate was worth this. His eventual divorce was worth this. Raising her as a single parent with no support from extended family was worth this. His baby girl was worth everything.

So how was he supposed to explain to her that he’d started having dreams about one of her best friends?

__________

“Hey Daddy,” Allison said, dropping a kiss on his cheek as she sat at the dinner table. Picking up her fork, she continued, “Stiles is coming over to work on our American History project in about half an hour.”

Chris inhaled sharply and choked on a piece of lettuce. Coughing, he grabbed his water and tried to clear his throat.

“You okay?” Allison asked, concerned.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Uh, you and Stiles have a project together?” Chris prompted.

“Oh, yeah. We’re doing a report on William Henry Harrison.”

Chris furrowed his brow.

“The president who died a month after taking office from pneumonia?”

“Yep.”

“... That was Stiles’ idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yep.”

His idea. Because he was a high school student, invested in the shortest, easiest project possible.

High. School. Student.

Young. Probably not even capable of having soulmate dreams yet.

Chris sighed, and then concentrated on eating his dinner fast enough that he could shut himself away in his office before Stiles arrived.

He was just cleaning up the last of the dishes when the doorbell rang. Chris cursed quietly to himself, hurrying to dry off his hands and disappear-

“Hey Mr. Argent.”

Chris spun around, trying to arrange his face into a casual, no-I-wasn’t-running-away expression.

“Hello, Stiles. How are you doing?’

Stiles dumped his backpack on the table and leaned a hip against it, crossing his arms. It made the definition on his forearms stand out-

Chris deliberately snapped his gaze back up to Stiles’ face.

“I’m fine. We have a lacrosse game tomorrow night, you should come.”

Chris took a brief moment to consider Stiles, sweaty and worn from lacrosse, approaching him after-

“Ah, I have some prep work I need to do for a gun show tomorrow night, Stiles. Sorry about that.” And God, was he ever sorry.

Stiles was clearly disappointed, but just shrugged and said, “Maybe next time? We have games every Friday.”

“Maybe,” Chris agreed before hightailing it out of the kitchen.

__________

“Hey Chris,” came a voice from down the aisle. Chris looked up to see Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles pushing a cart behind him.

Chris sternly reminded himself that cereal boxes are not camouflage and tried to relax his stance.

“Sheriff, what can I do for you?” Chris asked.

“Oh don’t be like that,” the sheriff said, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he reached him. “Just wanted to see how you’re doing. Make sure Stiles isn’t making a nuisance of himself while he and Allison work on their project of theirs,” he chuckled out.

Chris smiled stiffly and looked back at the cereal boxes, looking at the labels as if they were hardline journalism. He definitely didn’t say I wish your son would make much more of a nuisance. I wish he would break every single goddamn thing in my house, so that maybe I wouldn’t be so pitifully sad every time he leaves.

Instead, he said, “Nah, he’s a good kid.” Eager to do something with his hands, he grabbed a box of Trix and dropped it in Stiles cart. Then, clearing his throat, he said, “Well, I better get back home and make some dinner for Allison. Be seeing you.”

It wasn’t until he’d made it all the way home, cooked dinner, and gotten halfway through the dishes that he realized he’d picked out Stiles’ favorite cereal, the one he saw him buying in dreams at least once a week, and given it to him.

God fucking damn it.

__________

Stiles didn’t have a bad life.

It wasn’t “My Super Sweet Sixteen” all the time, but it wasn’t bad. He had friends, his dad clearly loved him, and they didn’t struggle to pay basic bills.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t have bad days.

Chris woke up one Thursday morning after a dream. A sharp, clear, Stiles dream, where Finstock had reamed him in front of the whole team for fumbling a couple of catches.

Chris knew without a doubt that it had happened the day before, and he also knew that he would finally be going to a damn lacrosse game, if only to try to wipe the downtrodden expression that Chris had seen.

The next night, Chris made a point to cheer loudly whenever Stiles was on the field, celebrating his successful passes with a touch too much enthusiasm, if Allison’s looks were anything to go by.

After the game he tried to sneak out with the rush of the crowd, but Stiles still caught him.

He was sweaty and breathing hard. They’d just barely won, and he was clearly riding the high.

“Mr. Argent! You came!! I heard you cheering! Holy shit, you’re a yeller aren’t you?”

Stiles lunged forward to give him a hug, battering Chris slightly with his chest pads.

“Oh shit, sorry-” and before Chris could even think of a protest, Stiles was ripping off his shirt, and then the hard pads, leaving him in a paper thin, completely transparent undershirt. Then the hug was happening again.

Oh Lord, the hug.

Chris silently, but fervently hoped he would get a replay of this moment in a dream.

Eventually Stiles pulled back, smile beaming.

“I-”

He was cut off by a horde of lacrosse bros, barreling down on them to cheer and push him toward the locker rooms.

Stiles tried to say something else, but it was drowned out by the general crowd and excitement of teenagers.

Teenagers.

Chris sighed.

Turning to look, he saw Allison at his elbow, smiling her dimpled smile.

“Are you going to stay?” she asked.

Chris shook his head.

“I don’t want to get old man cooties all over your youthful fun,” he teased. Allison laughed and leaned forward for a hug.

“You don’t have old man cooties, dad. Not since you stopped using Brooks Brothers aftershave. You could stay, you know. It’s not just us whippersnappers who get together after games. Melissa will be there, and the sheriff if he doesn’t have to work. Derek and Peter will be there too, and Laura comes sometimes. Burgers and milkshakes are an all ages kinda deal.” She paused for a moment. “... You’re allowed to have relationships outside of me and business, you know.”

Chris stared at her as she paused again, clearly steeling herself.

“... if you happened to discover that you have a soulmate, you could pursue that.” Her words couldn’t have been more to the point.

“Allison,” Chris said slowly. “What do you know?”

“I-”

“ALLISON!” Chris heard Lydia yell from across the stands. As soon as Allison was distracted, Chris slipped away.

Whatever Allison knew, he didn’t think he was ready to hear.

__________

Chris was two fingers deep in whiskey when there was a knock on the door.

It was late, but Allison had texted as soon as she realized her dad was gone.

10:23 p.m. AllyI’ll be home by 1. We’re talking in the morning.

It was only about 11:30 now, so it wasn’t likely to be her. She rarely forgot her key anyway.

Chris reluctantly lurched out of his chair to check the peephole, just in case there was some kind of emergency.

There wasn’t an emergency, but there was a Stiles.

Chris opened the door just as he raised a fist to knock again.

“Oh!” Stiles said, jerking his hand back and almost unbalancing himself. Chris quickly stepped forward to catch him, but the whiskey had nibbled away at his own equilibrium, and he ended up overcorrecting and dragging them over the entryway, into the house together.

They fell back against the wall directly behind the front door, Stiles pressed against Chris, and Chris feeling too stupid to remember why that was a bad idea.

Then they were kissing.

A deep, searing, tongue tied, slick lipped kiss that started at the mouth but quickly moved to the whole body. Stiles was clearly inexperienced but very eager, and Chris had never felt so engaged in a kiss.

His hands gripped Stiles’ waist while Stiles’ framed Chris’ face, stroking along his cheekbones and petting down to the back of his neck. When Chris licked along the point of one of his canines, Stiles moaned, and Chris finally had to pull away to breathe heavily.

Stiles didn’t give him a moment, though, immediately latching his mouth on to Chris’ neck, sucking and licking his to his collarbone. Chris tilted his head, exposing more area for him to work with. He had a fleeting thought that he’d never tried to sell guns with a hickey before-

And the sudden realization splashed over him like a bucket of cold water.

“Stiles- Stiles, stop. Stop.” Chris couldn’t bring himself to physically push him away, and it clearly took a moment for the words to pierce the fog of lust that Stiles was currently lost in.

“What?” he asked, pulling back, brow furrowed and eyes slightly dazed.

“You- I- this is illegal.” Chris finally pulled a hand away from Stiles to rub it down his face. “Oh God. You’re the sheriff’s son.”

Stiles looked confused for a moment before his expression suddenly cleared.

“I was held back in fifth grade,” he said. “The year my mom died-” he cut himself off, looking uncomfortable. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I had to repeat fifth grade, which made me a year older than all the other kids. Which means I’m still a year older than all the other kids.”

Chris’ mouth was hanging open.

“Which means I’m definitely legal,” Stiles continued encouragingly. “And… also old enough to be having soulmate dreams?” he finished tentatively, turning the statement into a question asking something other than what the words said.

For the rest of their lives, Chris would blame his slow uptake on the whiskey.

Stiles would blame it on his mind-bending kissing skills.

In any case, it took a solid thirty seconds before the light finally clicked on, and Chris dragged Stiles all the way inside, barely pausing long enough to text Allison that she should stay at Lydia’s that night.

#nobodyinparticular98 #stargent #stargent fic #hey this could totally count as part of chris argent appreciation week #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #tumblr fic and kinda fic

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aced0g · 5 years

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Be Your Worst Self

I was tagged by @loveydoveypiperwright , so thank you! I’m sorry I haven’t done a tagging game in a while but I’m getting there :DD

Rules: Take this quiz for your character(s) and post the results!

I’m gonna tag @fallout-and-dragon-age & @ace-amatus but thats only if y'all want too. Have fun if you do!

So for my ocs its going to just be easier to go by the personality type rather than list each oc out individually cause there would be a lot of overlap, that being said, here we go~

You Are an Emotionally Volatile Nightmare:

Your heart guides you and sometimes that’s not as dreamy or romantic as it might sound. It’s true that your feelings often inspire you to heal and create, and as long as those feelings don’t steer you wrong, you’re capable of truly visionary accomplishments in the name of empathy and love. Feelings, though, aren’t always gentle and sweet. You know that better than anyone because your own emotions -the same overwhelming forces that inspire you to make the world a better place - can take you to very dark places, especially if you believe that the subject of your ire has shown unwarranted cruelty toward you or something you hold dear. You know that your feelings aren’t necessarily rational, but that doesn’t stop you from dramatically blaming other people for causing you pain. Of course, you might not even stop at crying; that notoriously brilliant creativity might even spur you to express your wrath artistically - nothing says “emotional stability” like a morose, vengeful poem.

-Evander Virani: Does it match up? Yeah I’d say so. He’s experienced a lot of trauma and while most of the time he pushes his emotions down or tries to act like a positive “everything’s going to be okay!” person he’s about one bad thing away from having a breakdown. When he’s truly happy its one of the few times he can just forget about his problems and enjoy the moment. Most of the time he’s in this in between stage of pure terror and extreme sadness. It makes him appear like he has a level head. When he’s angry though it tends to lash out as a literal burning rage. He loses control of his magic and sort of engulfs his arms in flame and takes his ire out on whoever pissed him off (he hates being angry because it scares him. He doesn’t like losing control). His creative outlet is forging knives and swords. He does want to heal though, he’s tired of being the cause of destruction. He wants to help and heal, not only others but also himself.

-Aspen Lavellan: Does it match up? Kinda? I wouldn’t call him volatile. Aspen’s got a pretty level head on his shoulders. He has learned how to act diplomatic. When he is presenting himself as Inquisitor to the public imagine a Raymond Holt type of personality. When he’s with friends though he likes to pull pranks and just have a good time. He doesn’t want to be serious all the time because it makes the situation feel bleak. He wants there to be positivity in his life. Though, I would say that when he is truly angry it’s a type of silent wrath that’s terrifying. You can see the burning hatred in his eyes and he has the skill to hit his target with three arrows before they even know whats going on. When he’s truly angry he will keep fighting until he’s completed his goal or he dies trying. He does carve dalish patterns into his bow so that could be considered creative? Aspen is a protector. He wants to help others, keep them safe and that could translate into healing. He does what needs to be done to keep people safe, and sometimes that means making the hard decisions that others can’t.

-Arthur Cousland: Does it match up? Yeah. Arthur’s usually able to stay in a good mood. He’s an optimist and doesn’t like to bring people down. He’s gentle and wants to help heal and create. It’s why he enjoys playing his lute and singing. Songs can inspire people, or at the very least cheer them up. He may be a noble but what he does with that sort of money and power is give it away to others. He gives his coin to those on the street who need food, or he’s been known to give his blanket away as well saying he’ll just buy another when they reach the next town. He’s got a big heart and he wears it on his sleeve. The only way he can hide when he’s sad is if it’s raining so that the rain can hide his tears, or if he goes off on his own for a little while (he hates burdening others with his problems and often leaves for an hour or two to just climb a tree and have a good cry, though Alistair catches on and works with Arthur to realize its okay to let others help him when he is sad). When he’s angry it’s hard to think logically. He listens to his heart and when he feels betrayed or that someone is going to bring harm to his friends or the people he’s protecting he will fight tooth and nail to protect them and kill whoever is provoking them.

You are a Narcissistic Monster:

You’re the best - right? Wherever you go, the spotlight finds you, and you’re hardly complaining. you can’t imagine your friends care, since, after all, you’re so generous. Well, that’s what you like to think about yourself. You’re generous, enthusiastic, and fun, so if you compulsively steal the spotlight, it doesn’t really matter. If you fuel drama just to feed your thirst for a dramatic life, is it really that bad? Is it really so wrong for you to be the center of attention? Does it really matter how other people feel about it in the long run? Of course, you’d never say no. You’re the generous friend, and you’d never hurt anyone on purpose just to keep all eyes on you... right? Every now and then, you imagine your funeral and how all of your friends will go on and on about how wonderful, magnetic, charming, and generous you were.

-Sorian Surana: Does it match up? No, not really. He’s cocky, headstrong, and a bit of an asshole sometimes but I wouldn’t call him narcissistic. He’s proud of himself, and yeah he’s proud of himself and takes pride in his looks but not because that’s all he cares about. Sorian is a trans-man elf mage who was mistreated in the circle and then joined up with the wardens and transitioned. He went from thinking he would have no future to being one of the legendary Grey Wardens, and then he actually looks the way he’s always wanted to! So of course he’s going to seem a little vain or narcissistic sometimes, but it’s only because he never thought he’d make it this far. And, if he’s being honest, he fucking hates the spotlight. He’d much rather be just one of the Wardens instead of The Hero of Ferelden, Arl of Amaranthine, and all those other titles. He’ll be in the spotlight, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys it. Besides, he should be allowed a little bit of cockiness (mages in The Awakening DLC are so OP by the end of it, literally Sorian knows so many spells and can conjure the dead turn into a bear, wield a great ax while shooting fire storms at people, and at the same time have a constant aura of changing elemental magic that deals damage to his enemies.)

You are Shockingly Violent:

There’s no getting around this: you desperately need to attend anger management. You’re just as headstrong and opinionated, and your energy and enthusiasm can turn into explosive violence at the drop of a hat. You’re a walking time bomb of seething rage, and the more you try to hide it, the more it escapes in unpredictable, volatile mood swings. Do yourself a favor and invest in a stress ball or gym membership before you do something you really regret

-Kyra Lavellan: Does it fit? Yeah. She chose the Reaver specialization for a reason. Kyra is a very energetic and enthusiastic person. She does what she feels is right and gets upset when people don’t see that she’s doing the right thing even if it might not morally line up with their beliefs. As a kid she’d often get into fights with the other kids of her clan and was always sporting some sort of bandage because of it. She has a better control on her outbursts as an adult, but she still lashes out especially when she’s in pain or very annoyed. Her anger is great in battle though. She fights with the ferocity of a dragon and won’t admit it out loud but she does enjoy having the power to physically shred her enemies with her hands. Before she knew how to control the reaver power she would keep attacking, sacrificing her own health to get the job done and make sure the others were safe. Once she learned how to keep conscious and keep fighting things went a lot smoother.

-Alrik Hawke: Does it fit? Kinda? Hawke’s in denial really. He wants to protect people and make them happy, it’s why he chose to be a spirit healer, why he’s always cracking jokes and trying to get others to smile. He does have a lot of anger though. It’s just under the surface, though its quite hard to really bring out. See Alrik is a werewolf and his anger is tied very closely to the wolf, so for him getting angry isn’t just an outburst of words it means he could lose control and shift. He doesn’t want that. He keeps a tight lid on his anger and it only really comes out in moments of extreme stress, like the deep roads or when slaver’s are trying to recapture his best friend, or when people keep calling Merril a monster, or when Templars get too close to Anders. Okay so maybe he does have a lot of anger. Like I said he’s in denial.

You are a Two-Faced Liar:

Your friends know you talk behind their backs. Not that you’re a bad person - you just can’t help letting other people know how you really feel about some of the crazy stuff your loved ones have told you. Unfortunately, you’ve talked and talked and talked, and now, they all know you’ll talk if they confide in you. You know it, too, and you still can’t help it. No matter how hard you try, you simply can’t force yourself to be as loyal or honest as you want to be. At least you’re charming enough to keep making new friends and replacing the ones who felt too hurt or betrayed to trust you again.

-Zachariah Hawke: Does it fit? Yes and no. Zach has a big heart, but as a rogue he knows sometimes it’s better to lie and be dishonest. I think this would have been more of a problem back in Lothering, unable to keep friends because he keeps telling his parents about them and over sharing, not out of malice but because he gets so excited that he just needed to tell them. I think over time he would become the one with no friends and as an adult he knows how to keep his mouth shut. The only person he really overshares with now is Varric, and later Fenris when they’re in their relationship together. Zach isn’t trying to hurt anyone by talking about them he just... can’t keep all of their problems locked up with his because it’s too much. Zach’s the type of guy that smiles to hide what he’s going through and he wants to help his friends so much, but to keep it all inside would cause him to fall apart.

#oc meme #my ocs #my ocs: zachariah #my ocs: alrik #my ocs: kyra #my ocs: aspen #my ocs: arthur #my ocs: sorian #my ocs: evander

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clumsyprophet · 6 years

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Cinderella Phenomenon as Tarots

Welcome, welcome!

So, as the title said, this is an analysis that attempts to link each Arcana to someone (or something) from Cinderella Phenomenon. Why? Well...I like tarots, I like Cinderella Phenomenon and I like rambling, in no particular order. It's not an original idea by any stretch of the word 'original': pretty much every fandom has done it, but it's still an interesting analysis to make! The Arcana are archetypes, something ancient and universal...and their message can be found basically everywhere, assuming you are willing to reflect a bit to notice the links.

I'm not an expert Tarot reader (or scholar) by all means, so I'm more than willing to hear critiques, suggestions and whatever you think might improve my analysis. Also, I would definitely not object if someone wanted to use this as a base to draw the deck/an Arcana: if you want to go ahead, this is not private property, it’s just something I made for fun and then decided to share.

With that being said, some final notes:

I am only considering the Major Arcana...it would be nice to have a full deck, but I'm afraid there's not enough material to fill 56 cards in addition to the 22 described below.

I tried to include all named characters without repeating them. Lucette is an exception, since she appears from 2 to 4 cards...but she's the protagonist, so that's kinda expected. Another exception is Rumpel's ex (which doesn’t appear), a bit because I forgot about her and a bit because when I remembered she still didn't fit anywhere. Village man #2, Child #1 and their faceless friends are also not included, for rather obvious reasons.

This will contain SPOILERS, no way around that. So, if you haven’t finished the VN what are you waiting for, go and finish it read at your own risk.

So, without further ado, let’s start!

THE FOOL

Lucette (riches to rags version) / Lucette (w/ Mr Broom)

Ah, the Fool, number 0 (or XXII) of the deck, the child, the wanderer, the...well, fool. This card is a card of beginnings, of a journey that is about to start with all the wonders and perils (often dictated by inexperience) that such an adventure brings by default. So, who else other than the Ice princess, who has just woken up having lost everything, can represent this card? While she lacks the enthusiasm the fool usually overflows with there's no denying that she has a long journey in front of her, one full with danger but promising a shining happy ending. Hopefully...have you seen how easy is to get bad ends?! *Ahem* Anyway...another option would be having the scene where Lucette is swept away by Mr Broom...same reasoning (journey just started) with an emphasis on the 'Fool' part of the Arcana.

THE MAGICIAN

Waltz

...I swear not all the cards I chose are this literal. Ahem...either way, the Magician is a card of potential applied, will shaping reality as the Magician desires, the male (or active) principle of creation, the Yang to the High Priestess Yin. Also, even if I'm rather reluctant to bind powerful cards such as the Major Arcana to rather mundane elements (but hey, someone does) the Magician can represent a young, willful man. So...well, Waltz. He's even a witch, what more can you wish for.

THE HIGH PRIESTESS

Delora

As I mentioned above, the High Priestess is the counterpart to the Magician: where the Magician is a willful, active force of reshaping reality the High Priestess is an intuitive caretaker of hidden secrets and intimate knowledge of the universe. So, why Delora, you ask? The High Priestess knows, but she will reveal only when the time is right, when you are ready to accept the truth she is offering. I considered Parfait for this card, but I believe Delora fits better (and we have the nice symmetry of two witches, one male and one female, holding the complementary positions of Magician and High Priestess).

THE EMPRESS

Ophelia

The Empress is a feminine card like the High Priestess but, unlike the third Arcana, the aspect she focuses on is not intimate, intuitive knowledge but rather 'motherhood': creation and nurturing. She is Mother Earth, offering to her children endless affection and sustenance, forgiving their slights when they hurt her because her love is just so deep. So, well, Ophelia might be a Queen and not an Empress, but she has all the other characteristics of this Arcana.

THE EMPEROR

King Genaro

...Okay, maybe quite a lot of cards are rather literal, but it's not my fault they fit so well. The Emperor is the Father to the Empress Mother, to no one's surprise: he loves his children no less than the Empress, but the gift he gives are rather different. The Emperor is a card of unbreakable will, like the Magician, but this time applied not through creation but through laws. He is strict and can appear, at times, rational and cold, but that's his way of protecting his children...and have no doubt, he will protect them. He wields power, but he will never be corrupted by it. So, well, here we are, our beloved King.

THE HIEROPHANT

Alcaster

The Hierophant, much like the Emperor, is an Arcana of law and order. Unlike the Emperor, however, his domain is far more focused on the society as a whole, his objective being upholding a system of belief and/or traditions. If that system is fair, just and peaceful then good, if it's not...well, you get Alcaster and his plans for a 'better' Angielle.

THE LOVERS

...Too many to count, TBH

Aight, this is one easy card to explain, since it's exactly what it says on the tin: an union (90% of the time a romantic one) between two persons, working harmoniously together towards a goal. Said goal can be living together, bettering themselves...you name it. Sometimes it's a reminder to choose between two persons, but the usual meaning it's the first one I explained. The problem with this card it's that there are simply too many couples that can fit even discarding my first idea, Garlan and Jurien, since they are already taken for another Arcana. Candidates are Viorica and her fiancee, or Lucette in her Evermore outfit framed in a way that makes ambiguous who the LI is. No shipping wars, thank you.

THE CHARIOT

Rod

The Chariot is an Arcana of emotional control. Much like the driver depicted in all decks is guiding the horses in front of them to lead them to their destination, a person blessed by the Chariot will (ideally) guide their emotions without suppressing them but instead using their tumultuous strength to reach their goals. Of course, this card could also means that you are controlling your emotions too much...don't look at me like that, I never said the Arcana have only a favourable meaning. So...well, Prince Rod, case closed.

STRENGTH

Fritz

Much like the Chariot, the Strength is a card dealing with controlling oneself. With quiet determination and unwavering patience most cards depicts a maiden taming a lion, animal representing the wildest, darkest side of her. If you aren't getting what I'm implying go back playing the game, because seriously, just replace the lion with a wolf and the symbolism becomes as subtle as a punch on the nose. Fritz, full stop.

THE HERMIT

Hans Grimm

I'll admit it, this was an hard Arcana to assign, but I believe I found a rather nice match. The Hermit represents, unsurprisingly, the need for a withdrawal from the world. Maybe it's because you need to reflect alone on your life...or maybe because you feel extremely guilty because your stories (unwillingly) caused a war and countless death, who can say!

THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE

You

Yes, you read that right: you (the player) are the Wheel of Fortune. Chances, situations shifting, choices with uncertain outcome: all are the domain of the Wheel. You are fate, you are the force that sways the path of the Fool, you are, in the end, the difference between a bad and a happy ending. Sadly, it's a bit hard to represent 'the player' in a tarot, so I'm proposing the closer thing that can be easily put down in visual terms: a stained glass wheel (or, well, circular window if you want) with all the routes' symbols (referencing the main menu), maybe with Lucette's slippers in the middle, to represent the biggest choice a player makes while playing (that is, which route will they follow).

JUSTICE

Jurien and Garlan

Remember when I said that I considered our favourite knight couple for the Lovers, but in the end I changed my mind? That's because they equally fit the Justice...and no one else does fit this Arcana like them. Justice is the herald of Judgment, a reminder that Karma (not, not him) exists and will reward you as you deserve. Alcaster, dear, thought you could get away with your coup? Bitch, please! Also, the Justice can represent a fair and just attitude, doing the right thing no matter what...well, I don't need to say anything else, right? That's our noble knights, right there.

THE HANGED MAN

Rumpel

The Hanged Man, like everybody who has some knowledge of Tarots symbolism will tell you, is Odin, hanging upside down from the branches of Yggrdrasil so he could gain the knowledge of Runes. Rumpel and his quest for knowledge (well, memory, but it's still some form of knowledge) fit nicely. The Hanged Man also warns us that in order to gain something it's often necessary to give up something else: in our case, give away his old habits that ruined him so he can gain a true happy ending.

DEATH

Parfait (end of Waltz' route)

Death is, probably, the most misunderstood card of the whole deck, though I have to admit lately its true meaning has become more and more known. Death is a card of endings and change (and, unlike the Hanged Man, this change is often forced instead of voluntary), but with the promise of a new beginning. Death is winter, with the implicit promise of a new spring. While Parfait dies at the end of Waltz' route, hope is still alive: her niece will uphold her legacy and a new era will be born, one hopefully devoid of the hate that destroyed the last one. It's sad, to see her go, but she has no more regrets, her story ended: now it's time for a new tale to be told.

TEMPERANCE

Annice

Temperance is, by definition, a card about balance and restraint. What does that mean, you ask? Well...other than the obvious meanings, it's a card that encourages solving conflicts with grace and diplomacy. Life will slap you hard in the face (life, and people), but it's (usually) not a good reason to fly off the handle. Keep your wits with you, stay calm, breathe: you will find a way to go on. Don't bend backwards, of course, but do try to let hatred flow away like water in a stream. I have to admit, I had a lot of trouble with this card...then I thought about Annice. True, she can't remember Lucette firing her for something she didn't do (thus she has no reasons to 'fly off the handle'), but she is still a composed, hard working girl. Also, I considered the Lucis and the Tenebrarum for this card (emphasizing the whole 'balance' aspect)...but, in the end, they got roped as candidates for another Arcana (more about that later!) and besides, I wanted Annice to be somewhere in the deck, too.

THE DEVIL

Varg

The Devil is, in short, a powerful reminder of our dark side. Our inner desires, our negative: the Devil appearing in a reading often means that, right now, your worst enemy is none other than yourself. With that being said, this is still part of you and you have to accept it: both stubbornly ignoring your dark side or being completely dominated by it are harmful; that's the message of the Devil. So...that's literally our wolf man, here.

THE TOWER

Hildyr

The Tower is known as the card of ruin and, to be honest, this reputation is often well deserved: like a lighting bolt striking a previously (apparently) intact tower, this Arcana warns about sudden, violent changes often revealing flawed bases. Death can be seen as the natural conclusion of a situation: maybe the ending itself was rather sudden, but there were very clear signals about the outcome...not the Tower. Mind you, this change can be a positive one (and since it tends to let everyone see how flawed the previous status quo was it's not entirely harmful), but it's sure shocking! Now, with that being said, if Hildyr and her resurrection is not a lightning bolt destroying the apparent peace in Angielle I don't know what that is!

THE STAR

Emelaigne

The Star is one timid Arcana, it's message one of quiet optimism but boy how much strength can the maiden of the Star bring! Thanks to her strong heart and her unwavering hope she can walk through the night unharmed: maybe she will stumble, from time to time, but she will never give up. She will face darkness both external and internal but she will still go forward, her heart unwilling to even just consider the idea of giving up. Even if Emelaigne's trust in herself is far lower than the Star would suggest her heart and faith in others make her an almost perfect fit for this Arcana.

THE MOON

Mythros

The Moon is a card of illusions. Things aren't like they appear, maybe because someone is pulling wool over your eyes or even because you are doing it, unwilling to see the truth. Still...never trust what you are seeing in the light of the Moon, because it's distorting reality. Of all the character, Mythros immediately comes to mind: he fooled the entire court for years and played Lucette like a fiddle in Fritz' route...with disastrous results (for Angielle. His plan was rather successful). He's not the only manipulative character, but he's surely the one who has 'deception' as his whole modus operandi.

THE SUN

Karma

You survived Death, the Devil, the Tower, you endured the deception of the Moon...but you have won. This is a card of victory, and surely not a quiet one! Forget the timid light of the Star...the Sun is full of life and confidence (someone may say full of himself...not entirely wrong, I'd respond), blazing in the sky for all to see. Even reversed this card promises that setbacks are only temporary, no matter how bad things look. After all the night seemed to be dark and full of terrors (cit.), but look at the sky now! So, Karma. Yep.

JUDGMENT

Lucette (breaking the curse)

The Justice warned you that a reckoning would not be postponed indefinitely (cit.)...and now the moment has come. You are about to reap what you have sown, buddy. So, if you are a bad guy Karma is about to kick your ass (no, not that Karma. ...Maybe? I mean, Karma kicks a lot of ass)...but what if your efforts were put into, say, being a better person? Well, your reward is going to be great indeed! Lucette is no longer the Fool she was at the beginning of the journey: through sacrifice and pain she has earned an happy ending.

THE WORLD

The Lucis and the Tenebrarum, in harmony / Lucette (Queen)

The World is, like the Sun, a card of victory. The journey has ended and you have found whatever you were searching for: sure, you will probably depart again soon, but for now you are complete. This equilibrium is not the unstable one we saw being destroyed in the Tower: it's an hard fought victory that is destined to last. Bask in the joy of the World, accept its message of harmony: you deserve the prize, after all you did to obtain it. With that being said...I can't still decide which one of the two proposals I like more: both are the symbol of the end of Hildyr's reign of terror and generally a big fat 'CONGRATULATIONS, YOU ARE GREAT', but other than that...eh. I'm slightly leaning towards the Crystal, to represent in the deck that important part of the story, but I would not object to either choice.

#Cinderella Phenomenon #Tarots #Clumsy rambles

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