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pluviophile-imagines · 4 years

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LOWI CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE!! 🥺💞💞💞 u deserve it and so much more!! for the kiss prompt could i get 18 with shinsou ?? 🥺👉👈

TYSM SOFFFF so uh. I’ve been fuckin stupid dkfnskfb my dumbass rlly wrote Shinsou correctly on my master post like a week ago and then still managed to write for Shigaraki instead when it came to the actual piece 😳 so thanks to my handyman brainrot you get two—that’s right, two!—characters for the price of one ur welcome ♥️ I cheated a lil bit so shinsou;s not sitting in the reader’s lap it’s just his head but i think its cute 🥺 also Shiggy’s is like twice as long as ive been trying to write them oops i rlly like the jealous reader premise 👉👈 it’s under the read more bc of that and bc of kiiiinda spoilers? if yall arent caught up to the manga you won’t get it but if u are it’s canonical. Whew that was a lot! Enjoy!

Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

Shinsou

To say that your relationship with Shinsou is new would be an understatement. You’ve been friends for years—ever since the third year of high school when you’d been assigned to him as his support—but you’ve never been particularly close until recently when you’d once again found yourself working on his hero costume and support items.

He’d only asked you out yesterday after nearly two months of tension-filled glances and fleeting touches. Now, the two of you are watching a movie at your mutual friend Kirishima’s apartment, sitting quite awkwardly on a loveseat and pretending like you don’t want to get closer to each other. You haven’t told your friends yet about your new relationship status, but that’s not entirely what’s holding you two back. If anything, it’s run-of-the-mill first date awkwardness (if watching a movie with six of your closest friends around can be considered a date), too afraid to initiate anything.

The movie’s dull; the two of you have pulled out your phones to snark at each other through text, a strategy you’d begun weeks ago after being hushed one too many times by Kaminari because you were talking too loudly. The bright screens probably aren’t all that much better, but you two are in the back anyway; nobody can see it unless they turn away from the TV.

You risk a glance up and end up locking eyes with Shinsou. Your face heats up, heartbeat quickening, as he gives you a charming smile. You watch him glance around the room, unsure at first why he’s doing it until he turns his attention back to you and slowly, silently, moves over across the loveseat into your personal space.

Your legs are touching now, faces so close your nose is nearly brushing his. One of his hands has come to brace against the armrest you’re leaning on, allowing him to stay leaning in.

“Hey,” he says, little more than a whisper and clearly hushed so the others don’t hear.

“Hey yourself,” you respond, earning yourself a low snort.

Instead of vocally responding, he pushes himself back up to a sitting position and then moves his hands to maneuver your legs until you’re no longer curled up against the couch’s backing but sitting like a normal person.

Then he lays down, head resting on your thighs, and turns to face the movie.

You’re grinning uncontrollably. All possible self-conscious thoughts of the others seeing you are dashed from your mind; you like the weight of him in your lap too much.

You spend much of the rest of the movie like that, easily over half an hour. A few minutes in he reaches down to find your hand and bring it to his hair, encouraging you to stroke it. It’s even softer than you’ve imagined in the past, fluffy and thick and genuinely nice to run your hands though. There’s a surge of contentment that rushes through you, and maybe a little bit of pride at the knowledge that you can do this pretty much any time you want now.

By the end of the film, you’re pretty sure Shinsou’s fallen asleep. He gives you the scare of your life, however, when he grabs your arm as you’re trying to pull away. His eyes open, purple irises trained on you.

What happens next you blame on grogginess, him still not quite being awake. He blames it on you; whenever you mention it, he says he saw you and had become consumed with an overwhelming desire to just lean up and kiss you. Whatever the reason, it’s nice for you.

His hand comes up to the back of your neck, tugging you down just as much as he lifts up. It begins soft, kind of sweet, just lips as the two of you melt into each other—but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Within moments the two of you morph the kiss from a quick peck after a movie to a very passionate makeout, and frankly you’d be more concerned if they hadn’t interrupted the two of you.

You pull away when you hear Kaminari’s wolf whistle, left sitting on the loveseat with a burning face and your boyfriend in your lap, still half asleep.

Shigaraki

You’re not jealous.

No, you’ve been dating Tomura for months. You can’t be jealous when he’s, well, yours, and has been for quite some time. You’re his first relationship, his first everything, and it’s frankly foolish of you to feel this insecure just because some floozy is simpering at him from across the enormous room where you and the rest of the League are scattered about. It’s not like she really wants him, or even knows him; he’s just the hew big-shot leader and she’s decided being his lover sounds good. Too bad that role’s already taken.

Still, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest—an ache in your heart, a burning lump in your throat—that says now that Tomura is Grand Commander he’ll drop you for someone better.

You don’t realize you’re glaring daggers at the woman until she catches your eye. She has no business looking that smug; the only reason she’s allowed in the room is to give Tomura reports. You’re the one lounging next to him as she approaches; he has your legs over his lap, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing circles on your thigh.

And when she bends down to drop the report on his lap (as if your damn legs aren’t there, you want to scoff) she draws the eyes of every League member except the one she wants, because you’re the one who has Tomura’s attention.

He’s wearing Father, but you’ve long passed being afraid when he looks at you from between those lifeless digits and you can see the expression beneath; those lips tugging down slightly in a pout, brow furrowed, eyes far softer than they have any damn business being while hiding behind the severed hand of his old man. He’s concerned, and a little confused.

Tomura plucks the report from your legs and sets it aside, reaching to pull you fully into his lap. To your surprise he takes Father off, too; he buries his face into your neck to prevent the outsider from seeing, lips just brushing your ear so that you can hear him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since the secretary came in, brat.”

Like hell you’re saying anything in front of her. You remain stubbornly silent.

He doesn’t like that, you can tell, but while the secretary’s interest is lost on him he knows you well enough to tell that you’re uncomfortable with her. Presumably that’s why he doesn’t press the issue and kisses you instead.

You don’t expect it. Tomura’s not exactly one to shy away from PDA (you’re sitting in his lap in front of the whole League, for fuck’s sake), but intimacy is something he’s never wanted to take beyond closed doors. When he’s in a sour mood you’ll kiss him sometimes, even in public (he’s invigorated by your affection in many way, but never anything you’d call heated.

This kiss, though, is. It’s anything but chaste, perhaps even downright lewd. He’s all but initiating a makeout with you while Miss Secretary is standing right there. Maybe his affection-motivated ways are rubbing off on you, but it helps more than it probably ought to.

You’re dazed by the time he pulls away. The sound of the door slamming closed snaps you from your trance. The secretary, ploy foiled simply by your annoyed expression, had left. It doesn’t matter. None of this was ever really about her in the first place.

“There,” Tomura says, audibly quite pleased with himself. “She’s gone. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You sigh, leaning in to tuck your own head into his shoulder. Your voice is muffled when you speak, quiet so that only he can hear.

“It’s dumb.”

“It’s bothering you,” he says simply. There’s an underlying statement there: tell me so I can destroy it for you. In many ways, Tomura is a predictable man.

You know he’s not going to drop it, so you accept your fate. “She was making a pass at you.”

He tenses beneath you, holding you closer. You risk lifting your head from where it’s buried to see the way his nose is scrunched up. “She wasn’t.”

“Yeah, she was.”

There’s a pause, like he’s processing everything you’re saying. Then, seemingly finally registering what exactly is bothering you, his hands move to grip your hips and maneuver you to straddle him, sitting fully on his lap facing him. “Fine. Why’re you pissed about it, then?”

You lean in again, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you bury your face into his chest and try to ignore the tears that are coming. You’d never be able to live it down if any of the others saw you crying over the fucking secretary.

But you know more than anyone thanks to many late nights assuring your boyfriend he’s the only one for you that Tomura can empathize with this insecurity. It’s a little strange how the script has flipped.

“She’s a high ranking MLA member, she probably has some crazy strong quirk. I’m quirkless. I dunno. I guess I’m scared you’ll drop me for someone like her. Like I said, it’s dumb.”

He doesn’t speak for a moment. You sit there, listening to his heartbeat and matching your breathing to his. Then he speaks.

“Your emotions aren’t dumb. It’s okay that you’re feeling this way. Thank you for telling me.” He’s parroting you, you realize; this is what you tell him every time he comes to you for comfort when he’s gotten in a mood. You feel a little fuzzy, warmth flooding your chest. “But I think we both know they’re irrational.”

“Tomura… I—”

“I’m not interested in some lame-ass NPC,” he interrupts, no hesitation and entirely sincere. He doesn’t even need to think about it. “You’re my player two, my endgame. The only thing in this world worth protecting. You really think that secretary can hold a candle to you? I didn’t even notice her. Why would I when you’re here?”

You can’t help it, you surge upward and kiss him, just as passionately as he had you mere moments before. His right hand traces up your spine to find the back of your neck and pull you closer, sending a thrill through your body as your own arms tighten around him.

“Oi! Horndogs! Get a damn room, don’t make us see that!”

You break away at Dabi’s words, panting slightly, and if the sincerity of Tomura’s little rant hadn’t convinced you that his words were true, the look of utter adoration he’s regarding you with would have.

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 4 years

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On the Citadel and writing (Star Wars) essays.

I’ve just stumbled upon captures of clones deaths in the Citadel and Obi-Wan’s reactions (easily summed up by “we must keep moving”), and the op was using this as evidence of Obi-Wan dehumanizing them, and I can’t stop thinking about it and it’s making me so (irrationally) angry.

...

So yeah instead of ranting, I’ll attempt to direct my seething frustration into trying to organize a few thoughts on character analysis. Rule of thumb: text without context is pretext. Or in this case, picture without scene is probably bs. When using a particular frame as a piece of evidence supporting a take, you have to make sure you’re not excluding any surrounding material that could potential contradict that take, or else the analysis doesn’t hold. Quick example: using pictures of Yoda goofing around to test Luke’s patience as evidence that he is insane doesn’t work, because it’s revealed right after that he was playing an act.

This principle is to be broadened when analysing entire scenes or episodes. You can’t take them out of the wider narrative.

The post I was talking about continued on to say that this wasn’t the first or the last time that Obi-Wan was careless with the lives of his clones. Unless they were referring to RotS (which isn’t fair or intellectually honest because it was made long before anyone considered giving the clones identities and individual thinking), I don’t see that as being the case at all in canon material. Obi-Wan fights on the front lines. He takes the exact same amount of risk as his troops - he takes more risks even, as established as early as Christophsis (when he tells Rex to retreat with his men while he holds off the B2 super battle droids).

What the op was probably talking about was the many plans of his that result in clones dying (ex: on Geonosis with the zombie worms, many troopers die as they escape). Here’s what I meant about the wider narrative: TCW is about war. It’s about people dying, and it has to be so the audience can understand the horror of a full scale war. And since it’s still (supposed to be) a kid’s show, it has to be mostly faceless people dying.

I’m borrowing a quote from @trickytricky1‘s absolutely amazing vid ‘Your Body and Your Blade’, which compiles scenes of Jedi placing themselves between their clones and enemy fire: “We are shown a war, and in that show, to tell that story, they will kill the soldiers. They will kill the soldiers regardless of whether we think they should have been able to be saved. They will kill the soldiers to prove a point, to tug the heartstrings, to move the plot, to set the scene. But that is far from the only thing we are shown.”

So there, wider narrative. The clones dying in missions led by Obi-Wan don’t say much about Obi-Wan himself. And speaking of Obi-Wan, more on character analysis. Obi-Wan, according to Matthew Stover’s Lucas-approved RotS novelization, is “the ultimate Jedi,” Jedi being supposedly defined by their compassion.

Obi-Wan is the guy who cradles one of his worst enemy in his arms as he dies, the guy who knows like a billion languages and is always shown to be super respectful and/or knowledgeable of other beings’ cultures (the Twi’Leks whose homes he doesn’t want to destroy, the Zygerrian whose culture he uses to buy Anakin time to disable the bombs, the Geonosian Queen, telling the Gungans they live in symbiosis with the Naboo...) and the one who knows the names of the 501st troopers despite not being their general (see The Deserter). Obi-Wan is not presented as dismissive of people or things because he does not understand them, and he certainly is shown to value all sentient life above his own. That does not jibe with Obi-Wan dehumanizing the clones.

What we’re uncomfortable with might be the show itself not delving deeply enough into issues we as an audience can perceive because we have the benefit of omniscience and hindsight. Just as Yoda and Obi-Wan killing the clones in RotS does not inform their characters but the real life context of the movie’s creation, the same can be said of most problems with clone rights that we are indigned by. (Except in Krell’s case, or Tarkin’s - that’s what dehumanization looks like. And that’s what the show draws attention to, practically screaming “hey, look, these guys are evil for doing that!!!”)

To go back to the Citadel arc itself... Again, context. They’re in the middle of a highly time-sensitive mission, their failure could (as far as they know) mean complete defeat and the end of the Republic if the Separatist invade the Core worlds, and it’s more than probable that the clones who came along volunteered. (The ones we know are all high-ranking officers.)

With this in mind, Obi-Wan not taking the time to show grief (again with the context that Obi-Wan isn’t one to wear is emotions on his sleeve) says one thing about his character, and only one: he’s a damn leader. As Piell puts it, this is war. You act first, survive first, mourn second. It’s hard to swallow as the audience, because we love the clones and care for them and want other characters to show that they care too, but fan-service can make for poor writing and characterization.

(And by the way - Obi-Wan carries a clone on his back when they make their way down a cliff. He also personally assists most of the men up and down ledges, he gives out the warning about the blast doors closing... He’s trying to have everyone’s back. Pressing people to move isn’t being cold, it’s being cool-headed.)

To finish off, I’d like say that the “death of the author” principle is great when you’re writing school essays and want to show off (I should know, pretending that I’m smart and know stuff about literature is basically what I’m majoring in). But it can very easily lead to interpretations that - while valid to the degree that you’re entitled to make them and that they’ll probably always be defendable in some way - are not what you were meant to take away from the story. (Ex: the Empire was actually good, the Jedi deserved genocide, the Dark Side is freeing - go crazy, make defending these into fun rhetoric exercises, actually believe them if you want - but it’s still not what Lucas was trying to say.)

Here’s what JAT (Obi-Wan’s voice actor) had to say about the Citadel. (Borrowed from the amazing @gffa.)

“He has sympathy and heart for the clones, but at the same time he knows the mission.”

tldr: the Citadel isn’t an arc meant to highlight Obi-Wan’s flaws (if anything, it’s an Ahsoka arc, and an Anakin arc setting up his future interactions with Tarkin). The deaths we see him walk away from are mostly for shock value, to make us understand what how dire the situation is and to make Even Piell’s death believable when it comes (which in turn is to further Ahsoka’s arc).

So yeah, keep the author alive, try to make serious analysis in good faith and not based on your emotional reactions to character you cherish, but go crazy on the wildy AU headcanons and don’t let people spoil your fun.

#meta #on meta writing #double meta?#the citadel #obi-wan kenobi #i'll defend him till I die #clones #clone rights #star wars

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piduai · 3 years

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Q&A corner from the DVD bundle of the 15th volume of Golden Kamuy

this one is also questions from the seiyuus. sharing anyone is fine, but please credit me.

Shiraishi Haruka (Asirpa)

Q1: What does Asirpa have in the bag she's always carrying on her back?

Noda: Condiments such as dried Alpine leeks and soft windflower, cooking oil, winter clothes, tableware, a small pot, deer whistle, punishment rod, etcetera, etcetera.

Q2: What happened to her precious crusty fish cake she thought was what's left of Dick-sensei?

Noda: It's in her bag as well.

Q3: I love the mix of the serious and the humorous in Golden Kamuy. Does the humor come out naturally as you draw? Do you enjoy comedy?

Noda: When there's a stranded serious atmosphere I just feel like destroying it. (crotch shines)

Kobayashi Chikahiro (Sugimoto Saichi)

Q1: If you were to voice someone in the series, whom would you choose?

Noda: Henmi Kazuo.

Q2: Is there a reason to why Sugimoto won't take off his cap even when going into the ocean or an onsen?

Noda: I just thought that keeping the cap on while naked is sexy.

Q3: What was the most impactful thing that you encountered while doing research?

Noda: I talked about deer hunting here and there before so I'll leave it out, other than that, encountering a bear and its cub at Daisetsuzan and being chased by a group of stray dogs in Sakhalin. There are stray dogs the size of German shepherds in there. I got to do a lot during my research and gained many good experiences.

Nakata Jouji (Hijikata Toshizou)

Q1: Do you already know how you're going to end the story?

Noda: I know how I want to end it, and there's not that much left. I want the landing to be akin to one of a gymnastics gold medalist, but I refuse to rush through things and make it ugly just to reach the conclusion, out of both pride as a professional mangaka and responsibility towards my readers.

Q2: Even the villains have their dedicated spotlight and are overflowing with charm. What makes a villain attractive in your eyes?

Noda: Doing their best. No matter how repulsive their deeds, as long as they're showing earnest dedication, I just want to aid them. However, when it comes to ethics, every reader has their own boundaries, so it's hard to know where to stop. I'm sure a lot of readers think that I've already crossed the line.

Itou Kentarou (Shiraishi Yoshitake)

Q: I think there's a lot of other characters who, like Shiraishi, were based off someone. There's a Nihei in both your previous work, Supinamarada!, and this one. Is he based off someone too? Is it possible that they are blood related?

Noda: There's a lot of factors to it, but Nihei's philosophy of the winner being decided in one shot was taken from a real life high school hockey team supervisor who is said to be a big deal. What he meant by that is that there is one decisive moment during a match, and if you play thinking of second chances you're going to miss it. Isn't it mesmerizing? I was told by staff from that school that Nihei looks exactly like that supervisor. It wasn't my intention at all, how curious. And yes, I think the two Niheis are blood related.

Ootsuka Houchuu (Tsurumi Tokushirou)

Q: Tsurumi is so unique and enigmatic, I became a big fan of him upon acting as him. I'm very interested what historical or movie figures served as his models.

Noda: I made the resemblance to Hannibal Lecter and Gary Oldman's character from Leon quite deliberate. There's also Hitler's mannerisms, I used it for misleading, but they're there. I've also been channeling Hans Landa from Inglourious Basterds through him. Tsurumi is supposed to be this elegant, intellectual kind of freak. Like Gomez Addams.

Nomura Kenji (Ushiyama Tatsuma)

Q1: Ushiyama seems to have been dragged into the race of gold for the gold itself, but does he have any other goals? Or does he act on instinct? Don't tell me... He's only in there for the women...

Noda: Maybe it will become clear later. I wouldn't call Ushiyama particularly calculating, though. Maybe he really is in only for the women, after all.

Q2: I'm curious about Ushiyama's personality. He doesn't seem to be doubting the people around him much. Does he judge others going by intuition?

Noda: He is very strong, so he assumes that he can just kill the ones who betray him whenever he wants. I think that the stronger someone is, the more lenient. He can get along just fine with someone and then just instantly strike them down if they cross the line, scary guy.

Tsuda Kenjirou (Ogata Hyakunosuke)

Q: Golden Kamuy is a crazy story full of crazy characters. Do you ever happen to think, "wow, that's not okay" about yourself? Or got told this by anyone?

Noda: When I was in Sakhalin, a Nivkh family took me in and let me have a few traditional dishes. There was a high school girl in that family. She seemed to be into Japanese anime, and asked us what work we're researching for. So I kindly told her that it's One Piece. She got so excited. Like, frothing at the mouth level excited. "One Piece really is something, huh", I thought to myself.

#golden kamuy #noda satoru #translation

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purrincess-chat · 4 years

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Will You Be My (Fake) Lover? CH10 *FINAL*

Listening to In the Rain is mandatory while reading this chapter. I make the rules. (bonus music box version)

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Chapter 10

Marinette surged forward, heart jumping up to her throat. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be.

“What?” She repeated, hoping that she’d simply misheard Alya even if her gut told her she hadn’t.

“There’s a video online. It’s Adrien saying he doesn’t want to fake your relationship anymore,” Alya said, and Marinette scrambled to her computer.

Her hands shook over the keys, breath hitching when she clicked the video, and Marinette watched the scene replay with a grimace. Somehow seeing it from an outside perspective cut deeper, and for a moment, she thought she might be sick.

“I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m tired of lying to everyone and pretending that this is real when it isn’t. I never wanted any of this,” Adrien said, and she watched the shock and horror flash on her own face. “I can’t do this, Marinette.”

“We can still do this,” she said. “I don’t want to break up. Please.”

“This was never even real. I have to draw the line somewhere, Marinette, and I’m drawing it right here. Game over. I’m done,” he said, and Marinette bit her lip hard. “You pressured me into this.”

This wasn’t what happened. Adrien hadn’t meant it that way. The video was fabricated. Cut. A lie. Her stomach dropped. First, she was horrified, but horror soon surrendered to anger. This had one person’s name written all over it, and Marinette didn’t have to think twice about who that was: Lila.

“M? Are you alright?” Alya said, and Marinette pressed the phone back to her ear.

“Okay, yes, Adrien and I faked our relationship, but it was for a good reason,” Marinette said with a sigh. “And I didn’t pressure him into it, he was the one who asked me.”

“Whoa, whoa, Adrien asked you to be his fake girlfriend, and you said yes?” Alya asked, and Marinette could almost hear her eyebrows raising in her typical, ‘girl, are you crazy?’ expression she often gave Marinette when it came to dealing with Adrien. “Marinette, how could you do that to yourself? That’s it. I’m coming over. We need ice cream and pedicures, and you’re gonna tell me everything.”

“What about your sisters?” Marinette asked.

“Nino is gonna watch them until my parents get home in an hour. I’ll be over soon, okay?” Alya said like the best friend in the world she was, and Marinette’s eyes teared up again.

“Thanks, Alya,” her voice rose an octave.

It was going to be a long night, but the truth was finally going to set her free.

***

“What were you thinking, Adrien?” Gabriel paced the length of his office.

Adrien sat in one of the chairs staring out the window completely desolate, and too numb and angry to really register. The evening hadn’t gone according to plan at all, and now that the truth was out there, he didn’t know what to do to fix it. If Marinette didn’t hate him before, she was bound to hate him now.

“How could you embarrass me like this?” Gabriel continued, and Adrien shifted his gaze to his lap.

“I’m sorry, Father, but you weren’t listening to me about Lila. If I’d dated her…I couldn’t have dated her,” Adrien said, shaking his head. “I never meant for any of this to happen. Marinette and I were just supposed to break up. No one was ever supposed to find out, I swear!”

“Our poor judgment on Miss Rossi’s part aside, you should have told Nathalie your relationship was fake. We could have taken measures to ensure that this type of thing didn’t happen,” Gabriel said, and Adrien leaned back in the chair with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, Father. It won’t happen again. Believe me, Marinette won’t want anything to do with me after this,” Adrien said, leaning against his fist.

“The phone hasn’t stopped ringing since that video went live. Everyone wants to know the full story,” Nathalie said, deleting yet another voicemail from a magazine asking for an interview. “We need you to appear on Side-by-Side tomorrow to do some damage control. You’ll tell everyone that your relationship was a planned publicity stunt, and you can even say that Marinette is innocent to clear her name.”

“Yes, Nathalie,” Adrien sighed, and at his father’s dismissive nod, he stood and stalked from the room. He already had the number dialed by the time he made it to the top of the stairs, and she answered on the second ring.

“I know it was you,” he growled, letting his door shut behind him. “You doctored that video so that everyone would hate Marinette.”

“Oh, Adrien, I’m flattered,” Lila cooed, but he was done playing games.

“Don’t get coy with me. I’ll bet you had something to do with those girls that attacked her tonight too,” he said, hands balling into tight fists.

“I didn’t tell them to attack her. I’ve just been feeding them little exaggerated truths for several weeks and letting them come to their own conclusions,” she said with a laugh that made Adrien’s blood boil. “The haircut was a nice touch. It really pushed you over the edge.”

“You set us up.”

“I warned you, Adrien. I said you’d be the one to destroy your relationship. All I had to do was wait,” she said with a singsong lilt. “But don’t worry. I’m willing to help you, for a price.”

“What do you want?” He asked, voice full of venom.

“I want you to get me back in the good graces of your father. I want you to admit in an interview that I was the one you were supposed to date and that your father and his assistant cheated me out of that chance, and I want a photoshoot. Front page, full spread,” she demanded, and Adrien sank into his computer chair.

“And what do we get out of this?” He asked. “How are you going to fix everything?”

“I have the full video. If you do those things for me, I’ll release it and then everyone can see that it wasn’t really Marinette’s fault,” Lila said, pausing before adding, “it was yours.”

Adrien tapped his fingers on his desk, pursing his lips. “How do I know you’ll do it?”

“Because we’re friends, aren’t we?” Adrien shuddered at the word. “I’ll give you until the end of tomorrow to make up your mind, but I think we can both agree that Marinette has suffered enough.”

“Fine. I’ll do it, but you better hold up your end of the deal,” Adrien said.

“Oh, don’t worry. I just need to make sure you’ll give me what I want. I’m not a sore winner, though, if I’m being honest, playing you two has been the most fun I’ve had in a while,” she said with a laugh. “I’m always open for a challenge.”

Adrien hung up and tossed his phone on the desk, face falling into his hands. Plagg floated up from his shirt, tiny arms crossed and ears flat.

“That girl is seriously evil,” he said, and Adrien glared down at her name in his contacts.

“Yeah,” he said. “She is.”

***

“Okay, time out, so Adrien didn’t want to fake date Lila, so instead, he decided to fake date you?” Alya cocked her head to the side. “Why would it matter which one of you he was fake dating?”

“Because, Alya, Lila isn’t who she says she is, and Adrien knows that. He’s the only other person besides me who knows what she’s really like,” Marinette said with a sigh. “Look, I know I’ve never exactly been able to prove it, but Lila is a liar. She made up all that stuff about me to get me expelled because she didn’t want me to expose her, and Adrien’s the one who made her lie to let me back in school.”

“But Adrien hates lying,” Alya said, and Marinette threw her head back with a groan. “Okay, okay, I know. It just all sounds so crazy. You get that, right?”

“Of course, I do, but I’m not making this up, Alya. Please, you have to believe me. I’m your best friend, and I wouldn’t lie about something like this,” Marinette said, holding up her pinky. Alya studied her, and after a moment, she sighed and locked their pinkies together.

“Okay, I’m with you, and given that Adrien did say your relationship was fake, I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt about Lila,” Alya said then shook her head. “What I don’t get is why you would agree to be Adrien’s fake girlfriend? That must have eaten you up inside hearing him say all of those things to you knowing that it wasn’t real.”

“Well, Adrien needed me, and the alternative was him dating Lila which wasn’t an option either of us could afford,” Marinette said, shifting her gaze down to her hands. “And even after everything that’s happened, I’d do it all over again if he asked.”

“M,” Alya said, pulling her in for a hug.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell him how I feel now,” Marinette said, and Alya pushed away with a frown.

“Why not? I mean, you two could date for real,” Alya said, but Marinette averted her gaze.

“Well, it’s just that…I thought toward the end that Adrien was starting to see me differently, but then this happened.” She gestured to her pixie cut and sighed. “I don’t think Adrien wants to be with me again after everything, and it might only do more harm than good if I told him.”

“But you’ve tried so hard, and you’ve had his back all this time. You never ask for anything for yourself, girl.” Alya placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay for you to be happy too, ya know.”

Marinette searched her warm expression before falling back against her shoulder. Alya held her close as she cried for the dozenth time that evening, but her words didn’t matter. She would never get her happy ending. Not with Adrien.

***

“Did you memorize your cards?” Nathalie asked the following evening, picking lint from his jacket while someone powdered his cheeks.

“Yes, Nathalie,” Adrien said with a nod, lowering his head when she walked away.

He wasn’t one to get nervous seeing as he’d done interviews countless times before, but this time his stomach churned, head spinning as he scrambled to find a story that fit. He hadn’t told Nathalie and his father about Lila’s demands – they’d never approve them if they knew, but this wasn’t about his father’s company or even himself. It was about Marinette. He needed her to be safe and free from all of this mess even if it meant he took the fall, and after everything he’d put her through, he deserved every bit of it.

“Are you really going to go through with this? I mean, you’re giving that horrible girl exactly what she wants,” Plagg hissed from Adrien’s collar.

“This is the only way to help Marinette. Lila won this round. There’s nothing I can do,” Adrien said, glancing over at the couch he and Nadja would share in just a few minutes.

“And if you do this for her then you’re just playing right into her game. Do you really think she’s going to stop tormenting Marinette after this? She’s just going to keep using you to get what she wants,” Plagg shot back, and Adrien ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“What else am I supposed to do?” He shrugged in defeat. “We can’t beat her. She’s too good at lying.”

“So why don’t you stop lying? Take her down for good?” Plagg asked, and Adrien held up the note cards Nathalie had written for him to memorize.

Plagg was right. If he gave into Lila now, then none of it would ever end. She would find new ways to get back at him and Marinette until she clawed her way up high enough to damage them for good. Lila making it this far was his fault. If he’d let Marinette expose her from the beginning, none of this would have happened. This was his mess, and he needed to be the one to fix it.

“Adrien, you’re on in five,” the producer said as she passed, and Adrien trailed his thumb over the tiny box in his pocket.

It was time for Lila Rossi’s reign to end, and he would make sure she never lied to anyone again.

***

“We don’t have to watch, you know,” Alya said as Marinette sat beside her on the couch. Thunder cracked outside, the windows rattling against the wind, and Marinette stared ahead, hugging her knees to her chest.

“We could just go to the park and get some air, or we could go downstairs and ask your dad to show us how to make shapes in the pie dough,” Alya suggested, but Marinette barely heard.

“I’ll be fine,” she insisted, and Alya looked her up and down with pursed lips. “I trust him.”

“Alright, but if it’s too hard for you, we’ll turn it off, okay?” Alya said, placing her hand over Marinette’s and giving it a squeeze. “I’m gonna go grab a drink before it starts.”

Marinette sat back on the couch with a sigh, rubbing her palms on her jeans. Adrien was going to set the record straight then everyone would know that she wasn’t the villain here, so why did her heart still feel so heavy?

Maybe it was because of the abrupt way things had ended between them, or that Lila had been ready to leak it to the whole world. Maybe it was because the foolish part of her thought that she and Adrien would get to ride off into the sunset together at the end of all this. Maybe she just didn’t want to hear the love of her life stand up in front of the whole city and claim that everything was all a lie. That he’d never loved her, and it was all just pretend. Maybe she just wished she could have told him her feelings before everything fell apart.

She glanced over at her gift and shook her head. It didn’t matter what he said in the next few minutes. The truth was bound to come out eventually, and she’d known that. Neither one of them was as good at weaving webs as Lila, and they’d been fools to think they could get away with it forever. She’d been a fool to think that pretending to be his girlfriend would change anything.

“Here,” Alya said, dropping her sketchbook on the couch beside her. “Maybe you can distract yourself by designing.”

“Thanks, Alya,” Marinette said, flipping through the thick pages. She turned to the next blank page to find it filled with neat script signed by the one name that made her heart flutter.

Dear Marinette,

You’ve got some really amazing designs in here. No wonder my father was so impressed. I hope you don’t mind that I peeked! Listen, I know things have been weird lately since we started all of this, and we have to be careful talking about it, but I just wanted to let you know that you mean the world to me. This whole mess with Lila is so complicated, and it’s nice to know that I have someone I can lean on. When this is all over, I owe you like a million favors, but if I’m being honest…I kind of hope we have to keep this up for a while.

Being with you is fun, and it’s made me feel really special. Every day I wake up, and I can’t wait to see you and talk to you. For a long time I didn’t know how to approach you because all of this stuff is still new to me, so even though we have to keep sneaking around and lying, I’m actually glad that we did this because it’s allowed me to get closer to you. I don’t know how to describe it, but lately, when we’re together, I feel like nothing else matters. Sometimes when I look at you, it’s like there’s only you and me. You’re really amazing, and I hope we’ll be friends for a long time. Thank you for everything.

Adrien

Outside the storm raged, droplets hitting the roof as Marinette read his words. She’d forgotten that Adrien had written her a note when she lost her sketchbook at his house. Tears bubbled in her eyes as she read it over and over until one dripped down onto the page, and she jumped when Nadja’s theme music boomed from the TV.

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news! I’m Nadja Chamack, and this is Side-by-Side! Tonight’s guest is a hot topic right now - famous teen fashion model and target of recent romantic controversy Adrien Agreste!” Nadja started with her usual enthusiasm, and Marinette’s gaze snapped up to the screen as the camera moved over to him, heart jolting.

“Thanks for having me, Nadja,” Adrien said with his trademark dreamy smile.

“You are quite the controversial young man right now, Adrien,” Nadja said with a knowing smile. “Fake romances, crazy fans, and everyone in Paris is wondering what’s the real story?”

“Well, Nadja, that’s why I’m here because the people of Paris deserve the truth…My friend Marinette deserves the truth.” He looked into the camera, and Marinette’s heart skipped as those green eyes seemed to stare straight at her. “A lot of you saw a video online of a conversation I had with Marinette, and in it, I said a lot of things, most shockingly to everyone, that our relationship wasn’t real. That it was fake, and I want to be honest with all of you.”

He paused for a moment, flicking his gaze to his lap and biting his lip before continuing.

“3 months ago, I did a photoshoot with a girl in my class, Lila Rossi, and my father and his assistant thought that she and I would make a cute couple to rake in more attention to our brand, but the only problem with that was that Lila and I don’t get along very well. In fact, Lila has a nasty habit where just about everything out of her mouth is a lie.” Marinette’s hands shot up to her mouth, and Alya’s draw dropped beside her.

“And this is the part where I really messed up because I didn’t know how to tell them that I didn’t want to date Lila because she was just using us to get fame and glory, so I told them that I couldn’t date her because I was already dating someone else,” Adrien said as everyone in Paris hung onto every word.

“Your friend Marinette,” Nadja said, and Adrien nodded.

“Now, Marinette is the only other person at the school who knows that Lila is a liar, and shortly before all of this, Lila had actually schemed to get Marinette kicked out of school for it, and when I came to Marinette and told her what a terrible friend I was and begged her to help me, she agreed.” Adrien shook his head with a shrug and continued.

“So, she and I started dating to cover up my mistake, and Marinette is such an amazing friend that even though it only ever caused her grief, and Lila constantly attacked her – falling in the fountain at our photoshoot? Lila. Crazy ‘fan’ ripped her dress at the gala? Lila. Attacked by rabid fangirls? Lila’s doing. And now this video that exposes all of our secrets from the past three months was shared by, you guessed it, Lila.

When I came here tonight, I was met with a choice. My father wanted me to tell you all that Marinette and I’s relationship was just a planned publicity stunt, but that’s another lie. Lila wanted me to stand up and tell everyone that my father wronged her by allowing me to date Marinette instead of her in exchange for her releasing the full video of my conversation with Marinette, but then I started thinking, and I realized that if I did that, I’d only be continuing to play her game, and truthfully, I’m tired of lying and protecting people who only ever think of themselves,” Adrien said, looking back into the camera with a shrug. “So, Lila, I’m done.”

“Oh my god,” Alya said as they both blinked at the screen.

“Wow, this situation certainly is messier than we all thought,” Nadja said, adjusting her blazer. “We’ll be right back with more on this story after the break.”

Marinette jumped up from the couch and made her way for the door.

“Where are you going?” Alya asked as Marinette grabbed her gift and slipped on her shoes.

“I have to get to the TV station,” she said, and Alya jumped up after her.

“Have you lost your mind? It’s a monsoon out there!” Thunder clapped as if to prove her point.

“I need to see him,” Marinette said, taking Alya’s hands in hers. “Don’t you get it, Alya? He did all of this for me.”

Alya searched her expression with pursed lips then smiled and gave her hands a gentle squeeze.

“Good luck, girl.”

Cold rain splashed her face as she dashed up the street, and she clutched her present to her chest. It was all for her. Breaking up, exposing Lila. Adrien had done it all for her. He wanted her safe even if Paris hated him for it. Marinette wasn’t the only one willing to sacrifice her happiness for someone she loved.

“We’re back with Adrien Agreste and his incredible romantic journey. Tells us, what was it that prompted you to end things with Marinette that we saw in the now infamous video.” Nadja’s voice echoed over the rain between buildings, but Marinette didn’t slow down.

“Well, Nadja, a lot changed over the 3 months Marinette and I were together. She and I had always been friends, but we had an opportunity to grow closer, and Marinette is just really so amazing for putting up with everything that we went through,” Adrien replied. “But the breaking point for me was when she got attacked yesterday by some people that Lila riled up against her. I couldn’t stand seeing that happen to her because of me, and I know everyone keeps saying that it wasn’t my fault, but the fact of the matter is, if I’d just been honest from the beginning, none of that would have ever happened to her.”

“So, you broke things off because you didn’t want Marinette to get hurt anymore?” Nadja said.

“Well, how would you feel if something like that happened to someone you- to someone you care about. Marinette has been there for me a lot since I met her, and I took advantage of her kindness for way too long. I had to end things,” he said. “Marinette is important to me, and if she’s listening right now, I want her to know that I’m genuinely, deeply sorry for all of the trouble I’ve caused.”

“Thank you for coming out tonight, Adrien. This has been Side-by-Side. I’m Nadja Chamack, signing off.”

Time was running out. Her lungs hurt, and her clothes, now drenched, clung to her. But she couldn’t stop now. For too long she’d been running away from Adrien and hiding her true feelings. It was about time she started running toward him.

There was a crowd outside the front of the TV station, but Marinette remembered the way to the back entrance from numerous times dropping Manon off. If she had to guess, Adrien’s bodyguard would take him to the least crowded exit, or so she hoped.

The alley was empty when she rounded the corner. Rain dripped from the gutters into puddles that swallowed her shoes, but she kept walking until she saw the silver town car. The back door opened, and Gorilla stepped out with an umbrella, ushering a mop of blond hair to the car before he got wet.

For a moment she couldn’t breathe. Air refused to leave her lungs, but as Gorilla reached for the door handle, she mustered up every ounce of her strength.

“Adrien!”

She feared that he hadn’t heard her over the pattering rain, but as her voice registered, he froze with his hand on the hood. He turned to face her, studying her as if he expected her to be a mirage, but when she stepped toward him, he pushed away from Gorilla and out into the rain.

“Marinette!” His voice wavered, his steps slow and uncertain at first, but when the shock wore off, he sprinted into her arms.

Adrien crushed her to his chest, nuzzling into her neck and squeezing so tight, she swore her spine would snap. But she didn’t care. She clung to him just as desperately, trailing her fingers through his hair as his shoulders shook.

“I’m so sorry, Marinette. For everything. You have every right to hate me, and I’m so sorry,” he said, and Marinette knew he wasn’t shivering from the cold. She rested her chin on his shoulder, glancing up at the dismal sky.

“It rained the day we met. Do you remember?” She murmured, and he blinked when she pushed away, flicking his gaze down to the black umbrella in her arms as she pressed it against him.

“Marinette, you’re drenched,” he said, fumbling to open it and shield them from the storm, not that it mattered now. “We should get you out of the rain before you catch a cold.”

He took her hand and tugged, but her feet remained rooted where they were. She wasn’t going to let another opportunity slip by. The time for hiding and running away had passed.

“After school, it started to rain, and you gave me your umbrella,” she continued, and when Adrien glanced up, she knew what he would see: rain drops and intricate swirls sewn into the fabric bordering a simple phrase that she’d been carrying all this time. Three short words she’d never had the strength to say out loud until this moment.

“It was raining when we met, and that was the day that I fell in love with you,” she whispered, placing her hand over his on the handle. “I love you, Adrien.”

He blinked again, searching her face, but then his lips were on hers. His free hand found her hair, fingers lacing into short, dark strands and pulling her closer. Tears burned hot on her cold cheeks, but she didn’t feel the chill. A few hours ago she never thought Adrien would kiss her again, but there they stood with hearts and lips entwined, clinging so tightly to feelings left unspoken for far too long.

Adrien stayed close when they pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. She squeezed his hand, their fingers pressing on the switch at the base of the umbrella, and as it collapsed inward, she looked into his eyes, glinting with the same amusement she’d fallen for all those months ago. Thunder clapped as the alley echoed with their laughter. Lila’s lies couldn’t hurt them anymore. They were free.

“All this time?” Adrien finally asked, brushing her cheek with his thumb, and she pursed her lips.

“I tried to tell you several times, but nothing ever worked out. I was afraid that…I couldn’t bear the thought of being rejected and having to give up these feelings,” she said, lowering her gaze, and Adrien pressed a soft kiss to her nose.

“I’m sorry I never realized, and…you did all of this even though you knew it wasn’t real.” He shook his head. “Marinette, I should have realized it sooner.”

“Adrien, don’t, okay?” She brushed his hair aside and cupped his cheek. “Don’t blame yourself because I was afraid.”

“Not that,” he said, and she fixed her gaze on the small heart-shaped box he pulled from his pocket.

Golden vines adorned the sides, intricately swirling together into a flowering rose in the center, and Adrien wound the key on the back, opening the clasp as a soft melody began to play. She recognized the notes, picturing the night Adrien had played them for her the first time. The song he’d composed especially for her that encompassed all of his feelings. Her melody.

Her hands shook as she took the box in her hands, her fingers trailing over the words etched into the inside of the lid, and she cupped her face as tears bubbled over once more.

“I should have realized sooner, and I should have told you every day from the moment I did,” he said, and her eyes traced over those three words.

I love you.

“You exposed Lila,” she said, glancing back up at him.

“It was time for her to stop hurting you. To stop hurting us. I couldn’t stand by and do nothing anymore, and I’m sorry I didn’t act sooner,” Adrien said, averting his gaze. “I shouldn’t have stopped you all those months ago.”

“Well, if you had let me then we’d never have gotten to spend so much time together. I’d still be plotting hopeless schemes to confess to you, and we wouldn’t be where we are now,” she said, turning his chin to face her.

“You’re right.” He smiled, leaning into her touch. “I know I don’t deserve it after everything, but with Lila gone, I think that things would be quieter for us if you wanted to…I mean, if you don’t that’s fine, I understand, but when I invited you to dinner it was because I was thinking that maybe we could-”

She cut him off with a kiss, and then he was the one blushing.

“Yes,” she breathed against his lips.

“For real this time?” He quirked a brow, and she nodded.

“For real this time.”

***

“So, let me get this straight,” Nino said, cocking his head to the side. “You two fake dated so that Adrien didn’t have to fake date Lila because she’s a liar, and she spent three months trying to get back at you two during which time Adrien fell in love and now that Lila is exposed, you two are dating for real?”

Adrien and Marinette exchanged smirks, his fingers moving over the keys of his piano. Sunlight trickled in from the large windows, chasing out any remaining shadows with its warm glow, and Marinette leaned against his shoulder.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Adrien said, and Nino shook his head, draping an arm over Alya’s shoulders.

“You sure know how to party, dude,” he chuckled. “Who would have thought Lila was really so nasty.”

“Uh, me,” Marinette said pointedly, and her friends conceded her point.

“I’ve never seen so many angry people in one room before. That girl is gonna have to transfer,” Alya said, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking a hip.

“Well, thanks to Adrien, no matter where she goes, no one is going to believe her stories.” Nino tipped his hat in respect.

“Sounds like she’s just gonna have to learn to tell the truth,” Marinette said with a shrug.

“How unfortunate for her,” Adrien said, and they all laughed.

Everything was right in the world again. Lila’s power was gone. Her friends finally knew the truth, and Marinette finally had her prince for real. No more lies. No more hiding. Just the two of them together with their friends. As it should be.

Alya rested her elbows on the piano, closing her eyes while Adrien continued to play.

“This is a really pretty song, Adrien. What’s it called?” She asked.

“Yeah, what did you name it?” Marinette rested her chin on his shoulder, and he flicked his gaze to her with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“In the Rain,” he said, and her cheeks warmed when he touched his nose to hers.

“Dude, you need to work on your names for stuff,” Nino said with a laugh, but Marinette simply shook her head and smiled.

“I think it’s perfect,” she said, and Nino gave her an incredulous look.

“For real?” He grunted, and Marinette glanced over at the umbrella hanging on the wall beside their picture thinking about the music box resting on the shelf above her bed.

“Yeah. For real.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #adrienette #my writing #fake dating au

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ladylynse · 3 years

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12. What WIPs do you have going now? Are you excited about them? I MUST KNOW.

Thanks for this! This got long despite me trying to keep it short by only commenting on a few WIPs, so I’ll throw it under a cut anyway.

I’m really trying to focus on finishing up one of my ongoing WIPs being posted off tumblr instead of starting ten million more, I will admit. So, I’m just going to focus on the ones I’ve actually worked on and made some actual progress on (as opposed to only a few paragraphs) since the new year. Naturally, this includes the seven I’m posting off site, which you probably know but I’m listing again because it’s been a while for some of them and you may not. I’ll hold off on commenting about them unless you’re curious about any specific ones (but trust me, I would happily comment; give me any excuse to talk about my stories and I will gladly take it), since you’re more likely to already know about them. These are:

ADJL - Unbound: Jake bears the Mark of the Huntsclan. His destiny is to destroy dragons. What's he supposed to do when he realizes he is one? Huntsclan!Jake AU

DP - Revision: Maddie can’t deny it any longer. If ectoplasm can become blood, there’s more to this story than she ever realized.

DP - Protocol: The world has changed since the Merge. Ghosts--threats--are everywhere, the Guys in White are in control, and trust is a risk when friends can so easily become foes. Dystopian AU (courtesy of competent, world-merging GiW)

DP - Passageway: The Fenton Ghost Portal in the basement lab is empty, broken. Instead, the portal is inside Danny--and even when he knows something's coming, he can’t stop it.

DP - The Trouble with Ghosts: Lancer hadn’t realized how closely young Mr. Fenton’s school troubles-–and the secrets he surely wasn’t telling his parents–-were tied to ghosts until after that encounter with Phantom.

DP/GF - Forewarning: All Dipper knew was that there was something buried in some special thermos behind the shack; all Danny knew was that he had no idea how he'd gotten here.

OtGW/DP/GF/Trollhunters - Down the Rabbit Hole: Wirt had heard a lot of stories about college, but somehow, he still wasn’t prepared for one of his roommate’s crazy friends to smuggle a hatchet into their dorm room.

Another fic I’ve worked on is a continuation of Compromised: (DP) Harriet Cane is trying to get something on Vladimir Masters—photos, dirt, anything—but she’s getting nowhere…until she overhears a private conversation and discovers far more than she bargained for. This one picks up the night the one-shot leaves off, with poor Harriet finding herself in the company of the only person in Amity Park (to her knowledge) who knows the truth about the city’s mayor and his ghostly connections. (On one hand, it feels wrong to lean on a teenager for protection. On the other hand, Danny Fenton clearly knows a lot more about all of this than she does--and even more than his parents do.) I know most people probably aren’t terribly interested in a story centring around an OC, but hey, the appeal of outsider!POV was too strong not to do this one, and it keeps drawing me back to it. It’s fun. Danny isn’t used to dealing with observant people.

Another one of the fics I’ve worked on is a DP/ML crossover I’ve posted odd scenes of on tumblr but that I have fairly planned out on paper. I’ve been trying not to focus too much on this because I know it’s going to be a longer fic, and I’m afraid to start another long fic when I’ve got so many WIPs on the go. It’s been years. It’s silly. I should just start posting it and then I can justify working on it for longer periods of time. It’s not like I don’t know what’s going to happen. I do. And I’m excited for it. I am very excited for it! I finally went to one of my online friends and went “I know you're only tangentially familiar with these fandoms but since you’re not gonna be reading this fic anyway, HEAR ME OUT” and spilled the plot twist to them because I was really proud of it. I’ve had some people guess, but even those who are right aren’t entirely right, which is delightful. (I love red herrings and just general misdirection.)

Now. The other one I’ve worked on--just last week, actually--is a fic I haven’t talked much about on tumblr. I’ve mentioned it, but I’ve only posted a tiny piece of it aside from the odd sentence here and there, and that was years back. It’s a collab fic, so I’m not in it alone, and we’re both not the best at working on it so progress is slow, but we’ve got a plan. And eight chapters already organized and split up and more than dozen scenes besides that. (I am not about to let this fic die; I will finish it by myself if I have to. I have invested too much not to.) It’s a Secret Trio fic, tentatively called Fractured. There are some things I deliberately avoided touching on in Whirlwind solely because we’re playing off that particular connection in this fic. Unlike Whirlwind, though, it’s not set in NYC--it’ll be split across Amity Park and Norrisville. (Also, while we might throw in the odd reference to another show--ML included; my fellow writer wrote one in just for me before they’d even seen an episode--it really is just a ST fic, not a SQ fic.) The part I haven’t yet admitted but will now? This is the ‘real’ sequel to Mirrored. (You might’ve seen me say at some point Whirlwind isn’t the real or the official sequel, and this is why.) Which means I am downright delighted when people read that fic and say they’d still be interested in something else, because it gives me an excuse to go back and work on this without feeling guilty about ignoring the WIPs I’m actually posting. But it’s got some worldbuilding in addition to the weaving together of the crossover, with copious amounts of plot and--naturally--misunderstandings, and it has some fun moments (and I don’t just mean fun for me and harrowing for the reader, though there will definitely be that, too; my collab writer is much better at writing humour than I am, and it shows).

fic writing questions | ask away!

#ladylynse #ask game #asks #my writing #thanks!#kaiobeast

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ghoularts · 4 years

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Let’s talk about the future chapters and fates of some characters!

Oh boy so this is gonna be a long ass post but I just wanted to discuss things about the ‘war arc’!

First, I’ll start off with Hawks/Keigo Takami.

Status: Unconscious/Severely burned, escaped to the forest away from the mansion

Hawks has become quite the controversial character in the fandom. It’s up to the reader to decide whether they believe his actions was right or wrong. There is no correct/clear answer here. I won’t dive into any of that right now, instead I’m going to focus on what his arc holds in the future.

Since he hit his head on the concrete, he was knocked unconscious and could possibly go into a coma. (Because we know Horikoshi likes to drag things out when it comes to the possibility of Dabi being Touya.)

I do not believe Keigo will die. Especially now that he holds important information about Dabi. We also don’t know Keigo’s whole backstory yet nor do we know what really happened with Jeanist. The recorder he had got burned up with his jacket or was destroyed by Dabi in this panel:

You can see a little piece go flying from his hand just above his staples.

What I do believe is Hawks will die. His hero persona. Now that his wings are gone, the Hero Commission will most likely drop him just like that. Keigo will live on with the guilt of killing Twice. He really wanted to save Twice, trying to get him to surrender, only aiming to incompacitate him until, well... you know.

When Dabi calls him dirty, he doesn’t deny it. It’s probably going to impact him a lot when all this is over. The best direction for him is to have a talk with Tokoyami about his actions and break away from the HPSC. He should expose them since they groomed him as a child into a weapon, sent kids into a war, etc.

Personally, I’d love for Keigo to become a vigilante. It suits him much better at this point. I don’t think he’ll be able to regrow/regenerate his wings. There’s nothing left, plus he could only regenerate the feathers when there were his little stubs left. Also if you remember Endeavor talking about his blue flames it makes sense; “Carbonized cells can’t regenerate.”

Next up we have Tokoyami!

Status: Alive, slightly burned, escaped to the forest away from the mansion

I’ve seen many posts about how Tokoyami was brainwashed. This is simply not the case. The Hero Commission seems to kind of despise UA or doesn’t have all to that much influence with the school. Except for the time they didn’t want the cultural festival to take place (at least that’s what I remember). Many of the teachers have their own thoughts about the Hero Commission such as Midnight in the teacher’s conference saying that the kids shouldn’t be put in battles like this. Aizawa has his suspicions about the organization as well.

Tokoyami respects his mentor because Hawks taught him many things about his Quirk and gave him good advice. (“If you’ve got wings, you should spread them out and fly. Don’t be confined to the ground.) Hawks means a lot to Tokoyami so of course he’d come to his rescue. When Dabi points out Twice’s body, Tokoyami looks horrified. When flying away and telling Hawks he did the right thing, he was running on emotions and shock. His mentor needs medical attention and fast. Caleb, a translator for the manga, notes that Tokoyami drops his edgy tone when he says these things to Hawks. Tokoyami is panicking. He just wants Hawks to be safe.

Also, his experience/interactions most likely play a role in his thinking. These villains tried to kidnap him, kidnapped a classmate, killed multiple people and plan to kill many more, and attacked his class on several occasions. Why would he believe Dabi right away when Dabi has burned alive dozens of people, thugs and innocent heroes like Snatch, and is trying to actively kill his mentor and Tokoyami himself?

Again, I think Hawks and Tokoyami will have a talk after this and Tokoyami will have to question Hawks’ actions. Keigo will probably tell him something along the lines of ‘Don’t support what I did’ or ‘Don’t follow in my footsteps.’ Call me crazy, but there’s actually the possibility that the HPSC will take notice of Tokoyami’s power and the risks he took to save Keigo. They might offer him training to be a ‘special hero’ like Keigo was.

Miruko!

Status: Missing arm/part of leg, bleeding severely, in Jakku Hospital

Oh man where we last left off with the rabbit queen herself was her bleeding on the floor out of energy. Endeavor cauterized her wounds so at least it stopped most of the bleeding. It is worrying to know that she’s still in the hospital when Shigaraki is about to wake up and destroy everything.

Though I don’t think she’s going to die. Especially since that color page showed mechanical limbs in the same spot where she lost them. Horikoshi also loves drawing her, so let’s hope he likes drawing her enough to keep her alive lol. She’ll probably be in recovery for a while before resuming her hero work with her new prosthetic limbs.

Endeavor

Status: Alive, in Jakku Hospital

Endeavor was taking on Nomu with Ryukyu in chapter 269. He is also in range of Shigaraki being in the hospital with all the other heroes. Many people believe he has huge death flags, but I seriously don’t think he’ll die this arc until we know what happened with Touya. Hawks might ask him about Touya if the black speech bubble was Dabi saying that he’s Endeavor’s son. This will both crush Keigo’s admiration for the flame hero and make Endeavor realize just how badly his abusive behavior affected his family. Perhaps he’ll go public with it? Or maybe the villains will use it against Endeavor one day and the public will turn on him?

Gigantomachia/Kirishima/Ashido

Gigantomachia is truly terrifying. He could wipe the floor and completely wreck the heroes. He has finally stood up and will be on the move, heading in Shigaraki’s direction because of his ‘Master’s Scent.’ Since Shiggy now possesses All for One, Giganto will follow his orders.

What’s even scarier is that this guy was introduced way back in Kirishima’s and Ashido’s backstory. Which means those two could possibly face this giant. Kirishima wouldn’t be able to make a dent, but Ashido could wear him down over time with the exposure to acid. I’ve also seen theories floating around about him being Crimson Riot. So Kiri facing his idol?

I’ll touch more on other characters later (Deku, Shiggy, Dabi, Mic, Aizawa, Kaminari etc.) but I’ll tell you guys which characters I think will die:

Xless (I mean, come on, Shiggy’s gonna kill this man)

Crust (we have no attachment to him, plus he hasn’t been fairing well with the Nomu. Not to mention he’s near Shigaraki as well)

Anyways, what do you guys think? Have anything to add like other potential outcomes of their arcs?

#bnha #bnha analysis #bnha spoilers #mha #mha spoilers #bnha manga #hawks #keigo takami #my hero academia #tokoyami fumigake #tokoyami #endeavor #enji todoroki #miruko #rumi usagiyama #bnha 271 #gigantomachia #eijiro kirishima #mina ashido

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lunetheaveragefan · 3 years

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one day...

Hey! It’s time for chapter 6! This chapter also deals with some heavy things as well, so be mindful of that (as always, more details in the warnings). Anyway, that’s all, so enjoy the chapter!

A Sander Sides high school AU

Pairing: Prinxiety and some background Logicality

Summary: Virgil is used to being alone. He only has one friend, Logan. But when Logan makes a new friend, things begin to change as two more join their group. Roman, a boisterous theater kid, seems determined to destroy Virgil’s lonely, average life. How much will Virgil’s life change?

Warnings: mentions/descriptions of homophobia, bullying, suicide (hanging), suicide attempt (overdose), and self harm; mentions of Remus and Janus; swearing

Word Count: 1933 words

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CHAPTER SIX

Roman bites his lip and looks around. After standing awkwardly in the middle of the cafeteria for too long for his liking, he finally spots Virgil, Roman, and Patton sitting at a table in the back corner of the room. Relieved, he makes his way towards them.

Virgil sees him coming towards the three of them, and, to Roman’s surprise, gives him a small smile. Patton must see this, because he turns around and spots Roman as well. He’s more openly enthusiastic and waves, a big grin lighting up his face.

Sliding into the open seat next to Virgil, Roman says, “It’s weird to be eating this early. I’m not used to it.” Patton chuckles.

Virgil, always one to get to the point, asks, “So. Why’d you stand up for me?” Roman bites his lip and thinks, Dammit. I was hoping he forgot. He didn’t want to tell them. No one, even Patton, knew why he’d suddenly become so averse to bullying after being one for years. Everyone most likely thought he had a change of heart somewhere along the line. And he had, in a way. But there was more to the story.

There is always more to the story.

“Well, uh, you see…” Roman stammers, trying to get himself together. He took a deep breath before continuing, “Well, back in middle school, right after I came out, my dad was such an asshole about it. He didn’t want to accept or respect that I was gay. He said -- and did -- a lot of things. I realized sometime in July that he was being a bully, and what he was doing wasn’t so different from what I had done. And I don’t want to stand around watching someone get beat up the way I was by him, you know? I don’t want to sit around, knowing I could do something, and then have to live with that regret for the rest of my life.” It’s only a half truth, and a shitty one at best, but Roman’s too scared to talk about what really happened.

He doesn’t want to relive the worst, most terrifying days of his life. Really, who would?

Patton, who’d already heard about what had happened the summer before freshman year a million times, still starts tearing up. What a sap, Roman thinks, but it’s a loving remark. He knows that he wouldn’t be near as happy, nearly as accepting of himself as he is now without Patton.

There’s not much of a reaction from Logan; just a small head nod and a slightly reassuring smile. But it’s more than Roman was expecting from the serious boy, so it throws him off. What throws him off more, however, is Virgil’s face.

It’s very skeptical, eyebrow raised, eyes drilling into Roman’s, almost as if he’s trying to see the lie just by the force of willpower. To Roman, it seems like he might be pretty close. No matter how much he wants to break eye contact with Virgil, he can’t. There’s something about it that draws him in, that’s electrical.

To Roman’s relief, Virgil looks away first, but only to roll his eyes.

“Oh come on, Roman,” Virgil scoffs. “I can smell a half-truth or lie or whatever the hell that was from a mile away. Now, that all may be true, but there’s more to the story. So cut the bullshit and start again. Besides, I’ve already heard that whole story. That’s not your big secret. Enlighten me, why don’t you? What would be so bad that the great Roman Princeford would have to hide it?” Resting his chin on his palm, Virgil smirks, an obvious challenge. He wants to see if I’ll break. Give in. And honestly, I don’t know if telling or closing off would be letting him win.

“Hey, now, Virgil,” Patton says, always the peacemaker. “Let’s be nicer—”

“No, no, it’s fine, Patton,” Roman interrupts. “He’s right. I-I can’t keep avoiding this.”

Dread settles in Roman’s stomach as he steels himself to tell the story. Ignoring Patton’s concerned, “Kiddo…” he begins.

“Well, I guess the right place to start is with saying this: I have a twin brother. Remus.” Breathe. “He’s-He’s special, I guess. His mind is...twisted. Dark. He likes things that aren’t really...well, good or happy. And I never minded. He was still my brother, demented as he may be.

“My parents, though...they thought something was wrong with him.” Breathe, Roman. You can do this. “They sent him to therapist after therapist, psychologist after psychologist. Gave him pill after pill, but nothing ever worked. He kept on being the same crazy Remus. So they just...gave up. On him and his future and their...their love for him, I suppose.

“But I never did. I tried to be there for him. I went to every performance he was in, I went to movies and football games with him. But it was harder as I grew up because suddenly, my parents decided that since Remus was a let down, a...a failure-” Come on! Don’t cry. It’s fine. You’re fine. Safe. “-that meant I had to make up for it. If they couldn’t have two normal sons, then one of them better be, had to be, pretty goddamn exceptional.

“So we grew apart. Remus found a boyfriend, Janus, who could take him to movies and football games and go see his performances. And I kept on being the glory child for my parents. And everyone else, it seemed. I didn’t know that he was getting bullied until...until it was almost too late.”

The images rise in his mind: The hospital room, sterile and white, and the boy lying still under the sheet. The rope, tied with a near perfect circle at the end, hidden in the back of his closet. The blood pooling, staining the carpet red, gushing from the slashes on his arms. The way he looked when he woke up, the disappointment clear on his face.

Remus, cold, pulse so slow Roman was sure he was dead, and the bottle of pills on the nightstand.

Roman forces the sobs back down his throat.

“Remus attempted suicide, and I didn’t even know he was hurting. He survived, of course, but just seeing him in the hospital, after...it hurt. A whole fucking lot. And so I swore to myself that I would do whatever I could to prevent that from happening to anyone. No one should have to look down at someone they care about, love, and hope with all they have that they survive. Knowing that someone tried to...to kill themself? That they genuinely thought it was the best option? It’s the worst feeling in the world. And I don’t want that for anyone.” Roman swipes at his eyes, only to find a single, hot tear creeping down his cheek. Quickly, hoping no one noticed, he wipes it away.

Blinking until he feels back in control of his emotions, Roman looks around. Patton, of course, is a sort of wounded puppy, concern in his eyes, and a hand over his heart. Logan has been sombered by the story, more sadness than Roman expected showing on his face. But curiously, Logan’s eyes aren’t on Roman; they’re on Virgil. And when he looks over, Roman sees why.

Virgil has tears streaming down his face. A hand is over his mouth, shaking slightly. His other hand clutches his wrist, so hard, the skin around his fingers is turning white. The two sit there for a moment, staring at each other. Abruptly, Virgil throws his arms around Roman and hugs him tightly.

“I’m-I’m so sorry,” Virgil says in between sobs. After the shock has passed, Roman wraps his arms around the other boy. The hugs lasts long enough for the butterflies in Roman’s stomach to become full-fledged birds of prey.

Finally, when Virgil pulls away, Roman offers him a small smile. To his surprise, Virgil returns it. Roman isn’t sure if he should ask Virgil about his reaction to the explanation or not, but Patton saves him from overthinking it.

“So the musical is coming up…” Patton prompts, clearly trying to change the subject. Thank God for Patton, Roman thinks. I don’t want to think about all that anymore.

“Yeah!” Roman replies, pasting a smile on his face. “You guys are all coming, right?”

Patton, looking scandalized, says, “Of course we are!” before correcting himself by saying, “Well, I am at least.”

“Personally, I’ve never understood the whole theatre thing,” Logan adds, “but I suppose, as your friend, I should come support you, so I will be there.” Patton smiles widely at that, causing a small chuckle from Roman. Patton’s always bugging me about confessing my feelings, yet here he is, keeping his crush to himself.

“And Virgil?” Roman asks, trying not to get his hopes up. He’s probably not going to want to come. Hanging out with me at school and studying is one thing, but this would be a clear admission of friendship, something he most definitely does not see me as. Why would he—

“Of course I’m coming,” Virgil says, wiping away his tears. “You’d have to be pretty stupid to thing I would miss it.” He gives Roman a gentle, friendly punch in the arm, and despite the lingering sadness from his earlier confession, Roman beams.

Trying to hide his overwhelming happiness, Roman simply states, “Cool.”

The rest of lunch, the four make conversation about meaningless things: upcoming tests, funny memories, disastrous family get-togethers, and the like. When they get up to dump their trays, Roman leans over to Virgil and whispers, “I apologize for making you cry. I didn’t think it would affect anyone that much.”

Virgil replies, “Oh, it’s okay. It just hit a little too close to home, that’s all. I’m fine now.” The smile Virgil gives him does reassure him. And for once, Roman doesn’t spend all his time thinking about what Virgil could possibly mean by the story ‘hitting a little too close to home,’ mostly because all Roman can think about is the feeling of Virgil’s arms wrapped around him and his small, yet no less meaningful, smiles.

It’s this he’s thinking about after school when the musical director says, quiet loudly, “Roman!”

Blinking repeatedly to dispel the distracting thoughts, he peaks around the curtain and asks, “Yes, Mr. Halter?”

“That was your entrance.” Roman winces.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He hurries out to his spot on the stage, fixing his costume.

Mr. Halter sighs and says, “Roman, that’s the 5th time you’ve missed an entrance just today. What is going on? The play is on Friday. We don’t have time for messing around or distractions.” His face is filled with disappointment, but also concern. Roman figures it’s because he never messes up this much, especially when the performances are so close.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more focused. Just have a lot on my mind.” Roman flashes a winning smile, and Mr. Halter looks relieved.

“Good. Now, let’s start with Ana’s line right before Roman’s entrance.” Roman and the rest of the cast and crew nod and get in their respective places. Back behind the curtains once again, Roman thinks, Goddammit, Virgil. You just keep on messing up my life. The thought, however harsh it seems, is filled with something awfully close to love.

But Roman knows he can’t keep dwelling on that almost-love, or at least not right now. So he shoves all thoughts of Virgil from his mind and steps into his character and out onto the stage.

#virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #prinxiety #logicality #deceit x remus #sanders sides #high school au #fanfiction #fanfic #one day...

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magical-grrrl-mavis · 3 years

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Sibling AU

because apparently this is a thing I've got on my mind now. (Probs won't be writing it any time soon but I have a primal need to info dump, and maybe I'll inspire someone else.)

Characters

Eda Clawthorn - Canon Eda: She's Eda. She loves all 3 Noceda girls but is closest to Luz

King - Canon King: He's King.

Lucia Noceda - Beta Luz: Her weirdness is sorta toned down compared to Canon Luz. She's a bit more angsty. Reeeaaaally needs to smile more. Absolute D E L I N Q U E N T. Get’s into trouble on purpose, be gay do C R I M E. Feral. Totally down to help with Eda’s less honorable schemes. Tries to seem more “over it” and grown up but is secretly just as enthusiastic as Luz. She's more closed off, her life’s been a bit harder. Very protective of Luz and Laia, DO NOT fuck with them in front of her. Ready and willing to throw down. Deeeeeefinitely not hopelessly in love with Amelia. Age 17

Luz Noceda - Canon Luz. You know her, you love her. Age 14

Laia Noceda - Pilot Luz: Just as weird as Luz but a bit more laid back and shy. Doesn’t like putting herself out there quite as much as Luz, but gets dragged into her schemes a lot. Huge nerdy bookworm but perfectly capable of being flirty. Actually pretty confident with Anna. Too precious for this world. Is babey. Sits back and observes her sisters antics bc she's actually got a little sense. Age 13

Amelia Blight - Beta Amity: Cold but F E R A L. Doesn't even try to be the little miss perfect anymore but will pretend in front of parents. C H A R I S M A. Will fuck you up. Sorta pyromaniac but not like crazy, just good w/ fire magic and feels calm when she watches flames. Will burn you to ash if you hurt Amity or Anna. Rolls eyes at the twins antics. “You were going to do WHAT with Amity’s diary!?” Lotta internalized shit from her treatment by her parents. THIS CLOSE to burning down Blight manor. “If I have zero friends nobody can hurt me”. Lucia really throws a wrench in that plan. Toooootally not madly in love with Lucia. Natural greenhead but constantly dyes her roots brown as a form of small rebellion and solidarity with Amity and Anna. Age 17

Edric Blight - Canon Edric: You know him. Age 16

Emira Blight - Canon Emira: You know her. Age 16

Amity Blight - Canon Amity: Our girl! Age 14

Anna Blight - pilot Amity: Is babey. Loves books. Shy and tries to stick silently to the background. Just so sweet and precious. PROTECC HER. Tries to do the right thing. Like, ALL her siblings do their best to protect her from her parents. Not good with people at all. Age 13.

Winona Park - Beta Willow: You've seen Dana’s drawing of her. This shady bitch. She knows all your secrets. She will use them against you. Likes a little trouble but doesn't get caught. Ever. By the time you figure out what rule she broke she's already won the game. Don't. Touch. Willow. T R O U B L E. Loner until Lucia came along. Just does not care about anything. Doesn't even try in school but is still almost as good as Amelia. Not quite as powerful as Willow but still powerful. “What happens if I press this button.” Age 17

Willow Park - Canon Willow: You know her, stronk cinnamon roll. Age 14

Gus Porter - Canon Gus: Boy needs more character development. Age 12

(Story might not go quite like I'm describing it here but it's pretty close.)

Eda was going to eat King when they first met, they tell it like it's just some cute story.

Camilia was going to send both Luz and Laia to normal-person-camp but didn’t even try with Lucia bc she's clearly a lost cause. Lucia waited for the bus with them though, and she and Laia both followed Luz through the portal. Luz was the one who decided to stay on the isles, Laia just agreed bc she also hated the idea of camp, and being a witch sounded fun. Lucia agreed bc “well I'm not leaving my fucking siblings in another dimension on their own” but also was jumping up and down inside at the idea of being a witch.

Lucia and Laia were just vibing at the owl house during Witches Before Wizards because nobody told them shit.

Luz and Laia both went to the school in I Was a Teenage Abomination, Lucia didn’t bc “school? Why would I willingly go to school?” so she wandered off to town to do GOD knows what. Laia just hid in the bottom of the pot, but wandered off, Anna helped save her and get her out in the end. Later, at the covention, Laia gave Anna the “thanks pal” drawing.

Luz and Laia were both captivated by Eda’s magic lesson in Intrudor, Lucia was just hanging back with her arms crossed like she didn't care but inside she was going “I'm gonna be a witch! I'm gonna be a witch!”. Luz discovered the light glyph but Lucia came up with the idea of sticking it on the wall.

At the covention, Lucia saw Amelia and was actually gonna go over and be flirty bc Hot Witch Girl, but then she overheard her talking to Amity about her fighting Luz and instantly big sister mode. They got into a fist fight out back over “my sister’s better than yours.” their relationship after that is just Lucia constantly antagonizing Amelia and almost getting burned. Anna just stayed by the sidelines at the covention and Laia didn't see her until the very end, talked a bit and gave her the drawing b4 being dragged out by Eda.

Laia helped w/ the moonlight conjuring, but Lucia heard "night market" and sneaked off there. She didn't see Eda'z predicament but did run into Winona, who was making trouble and just being generally shady. Lucia helped her out with the shady business because why not and they were instantly friends, their friendship has a lot of Lucia going “you scare me sometimes.”

Laia went to the Library with Luz, she saw Anna just hanging out reading in the corner and immediately went over and sat by her. They were in Amity’s hideout sitting real close reading when Luz and the twins walked in, they left immediately, Anna red as a tomato.

The second Eda said body swap Lucia scooped Laia up and noped on out. It sounded fun to Lucia but for some reason she didn't feel comfortable subjecting Laia to that.

Laia and Lucia went with Eda when she talked to Bump abt enrolling them and just sat back and watched Eda clean up all her messes. Lucia was impressed.

Laia was just as excited to go to Hexside as Luz. But Lucia hated school, even magic school. She only decided to go to keep an eye on her sisters and fuck with Amelia.

Neither Laia note Lucia were interested in going to the Grudgby match. Laia stayed home and read (on the couch. She was so engrossed in her book she missed king walking out with half-transformed Eda) and Lucia went to hang out with Winona.

Laia and Anna worked together on a book for the writing contest. It won. Lucia wrote one too but it git rejected for being too graphic. It made one of the judges who read it start seeing a therapist.

All three went to the knee. Lucia went along with Eda'z crazy teaching because it seemed hysterical to her crackheaded mind, she missed the whole Slitherbeast thing bc she was off with moss in her ears, dirt over her eyes and pine needle mulch in her nose. Laia was incredibly disappointed that Anna wasn't there with the other blights. She didn't even try to stop Luz from stealing the wand bc she knew she wouldn't listen. She was just as impatient as Luz, just not rash. They figured out the ice glyph together.

Lucia chose the bard track in First Day bc she wants to be in a band. Laia couldn't choose just like Luz and got stuck in the Oracle Coven. Lucia got caught just like Luz and ended up in the detention track, Barkus was a bit more wary about her. She helped fight the basalisk I guess. Laia just stayed in class. Both Luz and Laia got to be in every track, Lucia chose only Bard, Beast Keeping and Illusion.

When Luz and co were shrunk at the carnival, Laia was off hanging out with Anna, and Lucia was doing something crackheaded with Winona. (Seriously, you could write such good fluff fics about Anna and Laia, and insane crack fics about Lucia and Winona.)

Idfk what Laia and Lucia were up top in Understanding Willow

Anna and Laia went to Grom together. They're such unassuming people that the only people who noticed were Eda and King bc they helped Laia get ready, and Amelia. Who had very mixed feelings bc 1- that's Lucia's sister, but 2- she actually kinda likes Laia and Luz.

Lucia begged Luz to let her take over as Grom queen but no dice. She ran to help too when Luz ran off but was too slow, she didn't get there until the very end of the dance.

Look, Laia is too much of a bookworm to care about sports and Lucia just thinks their stupid, so neither of them watched Luz play in Wing it like Witches.

Eda made cloaks for all 3 girls. Lucia and Laia were in the wrong year to go on the field trip to the emperor's palace. After school Laia went to the library with Anna and Lucia went to hang out with Winona. Laia and Anna fell asleep reading in Amity's secret room and Lucia and Winona lost track of time hanging out, neither got home until the next morning, and they found Luz crying on the floor.

Imagine with me, all 3 noceda girls breaking into the conformatorium to save Eda. All three wailing on Belos, Laia with a fuck ton of glyph papers, Luz with Eda's staff and some glyphs, and Lucia with a red aluminum bat covered in glyphs. They don't beat him but they do a lot more damage than just chiping his mask.

Imagine all 3 sisters agreeing silently to destroy the portal. For Eda.

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notsosensational · 3 years

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This is my classpect master post for Danganronpa 2! It's been a while since my post for the first game, mostly because I was stuck on a few characters (it was much harder overall for some reason), but I'm finally done, god bless. I’m hoping to start and finish V3 soon to work on the next classpect post

Hinata Hajime- Page of Hope

-actively exploits and is served possibilities and positivity. Hope was easy for Hajime, because even though he's more of a "realist" than our other hope players, he's a fantastic beacon of encouragement to the people around him. Somehow he just knows the right things to say in order to lift people's spirits. He definitely didn't start out with much hope himself though. He was bitter and futureless, attending the Hope's Peak reserve course as more of a conciliatory prize than anything. But Chiaki bumped into him and gave him the belief that he's not any worse by not having a talent. And later, he was given a huge opportunity to take part in the "hope cultivation plan". There's a lot of self-denial going on with him, trying not to admit to others that he's only in the reserve course and trying to convince himself that he doesn't care that much, which runs rampant in pages and knights.

Kamukura Izuru - Muse of Hope

-passively embodies possibilities and beliefs. On my previous classpect post with the DR1 characters, I said I didn't do the master classes but I've changed my mind. I'm not going to go back and edit my post but I'm definitely sorting Junko as a lord and Izuru as a muse. There's nothing else he could be. Extreme passivity and preoccupation with personal belief and possibilities (what is interesting, what is boring, is there anything I can't do?). He *is* possibilities in that he has so many talents, he can do nearly anything. Also, this just goes to show that no class, aspect, or title is inherently good or bad. Some might be more inclined to, uh, moral confusion, but we all make our own choices.

Owari Akane- Mage of Life

-actively understands and guides energy and growth. Life seems a pretty solid fit for her, as she's basically grown up overcoming obstacles, metaphorically and literally as she does parkour and gymnastics. Her relationship with food is all about energy and not about quality (... she eats crushed flowers after Hiyoko tells her you get more protein when you crush the food). What really sold me on mage though, was her intuition. She's really noted for her accurate gut feelings; she can tell when someone is strong even when they don't look it and I learned after reading her wiki that in the "ultimate talent development plan" she could sense Mukuro and Maki weren't who they appeared to be.

Komaeda Nagito- Bard of Light

-passively destroys information and fortune. A lot of people say he's hope but while that could fit, light fits so much better. His cycle of good luck & bad luck makes sense as he's drawn to luck as a light player but then destroys it as a bard. Most importantly though, the way he wields information like a weapon to confuse and undermine people really solidifies it for me. Somehow, someway, he always knows (or acts like he knows) much more than everyone around him. His dialogue is endless exposition and self-centered but all his information is given to manipulate people and tear them down.

Pekoyama Peko- Knight of Doom

-passively serves systems, restrictions, and suffering. She serves the system she's always known. She is a tool to be wielded by Fuyuhiko and nothing more. Her feelings and desires are pushed down because there's no point in expressing them. She's very good at what she does though, she definitely exploits the rules she adheres by enough to be called an Ultimate. And even though she doesn't express her emotions, it's clear that her suffering has made her empathetic, as she's respectful and one of the few people who holds basic decency towards Nagito.

Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko- Prince of Blood

-actively destroys through relationships and bonds. He's destructive and he acts like it; heir was the only other class I was considering but he's very active and more into intentional destruction than unintentional changes. Obviously he destroys nearly any chance of close relationships with his classmates, but as a yakuza his job is to use his connections to lead, which often involves tearing down other gangs and ties. And finally, he destroys his only real relationship after Peko is executed after he orders her to kill Mahiro.

Hanamura Teruteru- Maid of Rage

-actively creates rage and limitations. I think maid fits well from the start, as he's a cook and that's all about creation. He definitely inspires rage in people, and the doubt and disbelief of rage is very evident in his constant denial of his surroundings. He created a lot of fear and negativity in himself because he wouldn't settle on believing or refusing what was going on- he needed to know the truth and that drove him to acting out. His insistence on being called "chef" and that he's from the city both fuel a sort of self-delusion that seems to be common with rage.

Nanami Chiaki- Rogue of Blood

-passively steals and relocates relationships and bonds. She is very focused on interpersonal relationships, and not just those centered on herself. To some extent, she's able to connect with everyone including reserve course Hajime, and black sheep Nagito. In the game, she's *really* good at redirecting people. If they're focused on arguing with someone, she manages to turn it around for the better, like with Hiyoko's shrine to Mahiru. She also fits the rogue archetype well, as in the anime she was an outcast in the beginning, and- this might just be my opinion- honestly I don't think anyone ever seriously got close to her as well as they did with some of the others.

Tanaka Gundham- Witch of Hope

-actively changes beliefs and possibilities. Honestly, I could see a bit of everything in him. I think witch fits very well with his aesthetic, but it also fits his choices. Witches are highly active but often off doing their own thing instead of cooperating with everyone; he spent more time looking for his earring than investigating for the first trial. Hope very clearly fits the zany belief system he has, but it also fits in other ways. It's not obvious because of his vernacular, but he has a crazy amount of optimism; he gets regular remarks ranging from "politely shunning" to "outright hurtful" and they never seem to seriously bother him. I view his act in chapter 4 as a grand example of changing his classmates' hope.

Sonia Nevermind- Knight of Breath

-passively exploits and serves through freedom and direction. While she is a princess, she definitely does not act like a prince. Instead she considers her title to essentially be a servant to her people. She isn't above them in anything but position, and she needs to direct them to a better future. She is cooperative and helpful to the rest of the class but not in the healer way a sylph would be, more in the useful motivator kind of way. She serves the team by keeping a composed head and encouraging everyone to stay calm and work towards the goal. She expresses the motivation and direction aspects of breath more so than freedom but it still shows in her detachment from everyone else due to her status. She's never really had close bonds before Hope's Peak.

Saionji Hiyoko- Thief of Time

-actively steals time. I went through several different titles for her in between analyzing other characters. She definitely fits the role of thief with a personality comparable to Vriska and Meenah. Dancing is a time activity as you need perfect timing for a routine, and traditional dancing even more so since it's lasted for centuries. Personally, I think because of her upbringing she is not quite acting as she wants to, and is ghosting the knight of space. She wants to be bold and confident, able to take up the time of others and act meaningfully, but she's hesitating; serving others space to keep them away and is pretending she's more capable than she is. She was kept spoiled and helpless growing up which means she developed the personality and drive of a thief, but not the skills needed for one.

Mioda Ibuki- Sylph of Heart

-passively heals emotions and sense of self. To me she is very clearly a heart player. She's very sure who she is and doesn't mind expressing it, and all of her free time events with Hajime are centered around helping him with his identity. She's friendly and gets along with pretty much everyone in some way, including "Byakuya", Mikan, and Hiyoko; all of which are not so easy to hold friendships with. I think it's interesting how much she likes "Byakuya" considering his constant identity crisis and I wonder if she can sort of sense that. She's loud and she stands out, but she's a pretty passive person concerning her actual actions and mostly helps people individually.

Souda Kazuichi- Page of Space

-actively exploits and is served space. I like space for him; I think the creationistic, physically-oriented, free-flowing structure of space suits his nature well. He's more concerned with the journey rather than getting to the perfect end results, as shown by the examples we have of his machines. One of his inventions automatically draws the lines on a soccer field but it had no stopping mechanism and escaped from the school grounds- it was quite a success to him though! He dreams of creating an incredibly fast bike that he can't even ride and he enjoys every step of the process even though it's taking him a while. He has created an intimidating physical persona for himself by dying his hair and wearing contacts to give him a punk look, but others comment that it doesn't quite match his jumpy, anxious personality. This is on-par for pages, who often feel the need for a mask, because he is now served space by strangers due to his appearance.

Koizumi Mahiru- Seer of Space

-passively guides and understands space. I struggled with her a bit as we really don't know much about her. She's kind of plain compared to the other outlandish personalities and she says she doesn't open up to Hajime as much as she would with a girl. Space is about creation, physicality, location, and enjoying the moment. Her interest in photography satisfied all of those especially with how she views it; she captures pictures of people smiling to create a record of the current moment. She's very level headed and is good at seeing the whole ~picture~ (hehe). She's not a very active person but she's quick to give her opinion and advice if she thinks someone is on the wrong track.

Tsumiki Mikan- Bard of Rage

-passively destroys through negativity and limitations. Rage was easy for her; she's surrounded in negativity and it tends to annoy (and occasionally enrage) those around her. It provides a unique contrast with Nagito, as she subverts the usual motive for killing (hope of getting off the island) and kills only for despair. It is, of course, expected for a bard to flip their lid, but she also acts as a bard before remembering her prior life. She does destroy some of the limitations through the first two trials by providing autopsies when the Monokuma files didn't cut it, and she very clearly represses her own rage at her abusers nearly 24/7. I think it's also worth mentioning that on a fictional level, rage and hope both are often associated with a sort of hand-wavey deus ex machina bullshit which I'd say applies to her ability to retrieve the memories of her past life due to the despair disease, even though it didn't work that way for anyone else.

Nidai Nekomaru- Heir of Mind

-passively changes actions and logic. The English translation of his ability is "team manager", but when he explains his skill, he doesn't focus on teams, he focuses on the athlete themself, so "coach" or "trainer" would be more apt I think. And a trainer is focused on changing your actions, getting you to perform better and better. Despite his loud and boisterous personality, he tends to be pretty level headed. He's able to clearly ascertain what each individual athlete needs to improve and create an orderly regiment for them. It took me a while to decide on heir, but it fits better than any other class I feel, as he does inherit the title from Daisuke, a team manager he shared time in the hospital with who later died, and his personality is similar to the other heirs we know in Homestuck.

Ultimate Imposter- Maid of Void

-actively creates nothingness and secrets. I was originally gonna go with heart because of identity issues, but after reading their wiki because I didn't want to rewatch the anime, most of their issues stem from feeling like they don't exist, feeling like nothing, which is spot on for void. Not to mention they need to keep their secret while impersonating someone, and they have to basically create secrets whenever people ask them personal information about whoever they're portraying at the time. They are made of nothingness, with no name, no background, and they create more of it when providing falsities to their classmates. Even without the pun of "made" and "maid", they're a very kind and helpful person no matter who they're posing as.

#homestuck #danganronpa #danganronpastuck #danganstuck #drstuck #classpects

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hey kerry!! would you ever write a fic set during the pandemic? or would that be to stressful? what kind of fic would that be?

ah, i think this was prompted by this tweet, and i didn’t want to answer until i had updated that au.

officially? no. or at least not yet. It feels weird like…romanticizing a situation that is killing people across the globe. i don’t watch or read horror/thriller/sci-fi to have any other base knowledge on how a pandemic happens or is contained, even in a fictional setting, so i don’t know if creating a different kind of pandemic would feel less weird and/or accurate.

but i’ve been thinking about it. It’s hard not to, to not exist in a literal nightmare and use comfort characters to mentally survive it. i’ve projected my desires onto them, i’ve hoped for the idea of love to be enough to change people’s behaviors and move them to protect each other. i’m interested in how people have built and destroyed trust, how it’s shaped relationships, and how it’s challenged different worldviews. add a dash of competent government and i go feral. so like, technically…yes. vaguely.

it should go without saying, but it’s (always) a skam AU. it’s always isak and even. i don’t know how it’s being handled in norway, so it would have to be set in america. isak and even would still be norwegian though. and we’re going to add a little unrealistic emergency to make their meeting actually happen.

the borders closed. by the time isak got to the airport, every possible flight was cancelled. he couldn’t even do some kind of convoluted frog-leap through different countries just to get back to his own continent. he was stuck. the ticketing agent behind the desk gave him a sympathetic look and then waved him away, inviting the next soon-to-be-disappointed customer forward. before he left, though, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a disposable mask from the large pack he’d managed to buy before heading to the airport. he slammed it onto the counter. “wear it.”

isak dragged his bag over to the far wall of windows, near the entrance, where the benches were quickly filling up with disgruntled international travelers. he had to sit down and think and research, to figure out what his next step would have to be.

“they’re still not letting people in, eh?” a deep voice two seats to his left asked in english. isak looked over at it, because he wasn’t sure if it was a genuine or sarcastic answer. unfortunately the face he needed to read was devastatingly handsome, and caused his throat to close up before he could answer properly.

“uh….”

“no english?”

“um, no. i mean yes, i speak english.” isak was fluent from his upbringing, but the last year of attending school in america definitely helped. his inability to communicate in this moment was due to the other man’s mouth, not his own. “and no, i can’t get a flight because the borders are closed.”

“i would say it’s a smart move except i’m locked out too.” the man smiled, and his eyes softened, so if he had been sarcastic before, he wasn’t anymore.

“norway?” isak asked, hopeful. he’d clocked the man’s accented english, and they were both sitting across from a scandinavian airline counter, but he couldn’t distinguish between the countries.

“norge,” he confirmed with a little nod.

for some reason isak continued in english. perhaps he felt like he had more authority with it. he bent over to his bag to get another mask out, pulling it by the straps. he offered it to his new norwegian acquaintance. “please put this on.” he got a confused look in return, and no move to accept the protective covering. it pained isak to insist that the man cover up half of his face, but he pressed. “please, for your safety.”

“is that why you’re wearing one?”

“i’m wearing one because norway closed its borders. norway knows how dangerous this virus is. you should wear one too.”

the man reached out a hand but didn’t quite grab the mask. “i can’t tell if you know more about what is actually going on or if you’re…crazy.” the soft eyes had gone serious and calculating. “but if i put it on, will you tell me?”

“what?”

he took the mask. he was clumsy putting it on, but anyone would be if it were their first time. he hooked it around his ears and pulled it up over his nose and mouth, watching isak while he did, as if he were a mirror. isak pinched the bridge of his nose to get the man to copy him, fitting the mask to his face. once he did, the man twisted to face isak straight on. “i’m even.” his voice was muffled, but isak’s ear was already straining to distinguish it from the rest of the airport noise around them. “i want to go home. you do too. can we figure out a plan together?”

“i—um, i don’t know. i have to talk to my school first. and then maybe the consulate.”

“what’s your name?”

“isak.”

the mask did nothing to stop the man—even—from smiling. the mask traveled with his cheeks right up to his squinting eyes. “i’d shake your hand but i feel like that’s not a good idea.”

“you are correct. we shouldn’t be touching.”

“okay, i won’t touch you. but can we talk? my employer said i should fly home, but i think it’s too late. i don’t know what to do.”

isak took a deep breath. he looked around them, at the way the counters were drawing lines of increasingly anxious travelers. the empty seat between them was going to be high value real estate soon, and he could tell someone wasn’t going to allow it to remain a buffer for their safety. “i don’t know either.” he looked back at even. “do you work in manhattan?”

“yes. is that where you go to school?”

isak nodded. it was a small comfort, meeting a neighbor from the other side of the ocean, who also happened to be a neighbor on the other side of the east river. “okay. well. i don’t want to stay here. it’s going to get crazy as more borders close. we should…we should go back.”

“share a cab?”

isak took in the man’s face, still handsome even when it was hidden behind a mask. some of his hair was stuck in the straps at his ears, and isak noticed that the style was slightly disheveled, probably from anxious fingers. but it was the eyes that convinced him. in just a few minutes, in such a short conversation, isak had come to trust them. he trusted the eyes that glanced out the window at the taxi stand. and when Even stood up and threw the long strap of his bag across his chest, isak followed. they stepped out into a gust of cold, early spring air, and headed toward a waiting taxi. whatever their next step would be, they would take it together.

anyway yeah, that’s the start. that’s the beginning of the pandemic, and that’s the beginning of isak and even. isak is a student, going for his masters at NYU in biology, but he’s going to switch to epidemiology almost immediately, for obvious reasons. even…well, i don’t know where he works, or why, but he’s not in school. his office is going to close and he’s going to have to work remote. isak’s basic understanding of diseases and community spread give him a slight advantage in that he knows what he needs to stock up on and is doing it now. so he has a small, but safe apartment to stay in. isak shares some of his hand sanitizer and masks and they go to opposite ends of the island. he bonded with even initially, while they tried to figure out their status in lockdown, but then they separate and try to go about their lives as normally as possible. isolation will hit hard of course, and they’ll reach out to each other again, looking for answers and any kind of connection back home. even shares what his mother reports on in oslo, and isak shares the research that he has better access to. they zoom for work, and for school, and then they zoom each other. isak still trusts those eyes through a screen, and he wonders if he should trust them in person as well. because as the fear and uncertainty grows over the next few weeks, while they still can’t get home, at least there’s a little bit of steady right in front of them. And they crave it more and more. And…more….

#kerrywrites #idk maybe i'll make this into a one shot later #i feel like i would have to finish magic eight ball first #and sorry if the cut didn't work #if this is taking over your dash

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Untouchable Ch 20: 3rd Life (S3E12)

Warnings: murder of teens, graphic injuries, swearing

Ch 19 | Ch 21

~ ~ ~

“Have you ID’d the body?” Hotch asked as they got out of their SUVs and onto the scene.

Two teenage girls, Katie and Lindsey, had gone missing from Chula Vista, California almost a day ago and the police had just called them in after a body was uncovered during a search party. It’d been there for 5 hours and supposedly was extremely gruesome.

“It’s a girl,” the detective confirmed.

“One of the missing girls?” Hotch specified.

“All I can tell you, is it’s a girl.”

“Did you draw up a list of those involved in the search?” Morgan inquired.

The team had to dodge police cars, officers, and bystanders to reach the yellow tape and see the grave they had uncovered.

“You’re gonna find the parents of those girls on that list.”

“Please tell me they didn’t discover the body,” Emily huffed.

“No. As soon as our dogs caught her scent, we kept them away from the scene.”

They all stepped over the edge of the pit, looking down on the body. It was positioned awkwardly, as if thrown down there. Any exposed skin was coated in a layer of blood, followed by a layer of dirt. And the face wasn't just covered, it was completely gone.

Lydia’s stomach churned at the sight, but she swallowed it down, stepping carefully into the grave and closer to the body, her gloves coming out instinctually.

She took her time to examine the body, finally speaking up when Emily and Spencer broke away from the team to look with her.

“The bruises had time to develop,” she explained, pointing to the discoloration on the skin they could see. “Her hands and face were cut up in layers. And from the indentations on her neck, she was strangled to death with a belt.”

“The bindings cut deep into her flesh,” Spencer noted.

“But why destroy her hands and face?” the detective asked from behind Emily.

“It indicates she knew the attacker,” she told him. “They think if we’re able to identify her, we’ll be closer to catching them.”

“Do you think the other girl’s still alive?”

“Until we find her body,” Rossi said, “we should assume she is.”

~ ~ ~

Lydia sighed, stepping into an abandoned house. The carpet was littered with blood stains, beer bottles and cans, cigarettes, money, shoes. The amount of evidence their unsubs left behind was astounding.

Throughout the day, they’d come to two discoveries. The first was that the body uncovered belonged to Katie Owen. And the second was that their other kidnapped girl, Lindsey Vaughan, wasn’t actually named Lindsey Vaughan.

Her and her father, Jack, were in witness protection after he’d been caught as part of the Boston mob. And if someone had figured them out, Lindsey was in much more trouble than they thought.

“Katie’s cell phone,” Emily said as she lifted up a small, pink object.

“Two different sets of footprints,” Morgan noted. “So, two unsubs.”

“Jack said there’d be two of them,” the detective offered.

“Hotch,” Lydia called. “We’re gonna need to pack up all of this. There’s DNA all over this scene.”

“For professionals, this is incredibly sloppy,” Emily stated and Lydia nodded.

“There’s no way. The mob does their job and moves on. They’ve been hanging out here, drinking… whoever’s doing this, they’re doing it for fun, not work.”

Emily picked up a belt. “This could have been the belt used to strangle Katie.”

“If they’re sending a message, why obliterate the ID and hide the body?” Rossi asked.

“So this has nothing to do with the mob?” The detective looked between them, baffled.

“Hey, guys,” Morgan called. “This blood trail goes all the way out the back here. Must have run out this way.”

The team followed them into the backyard and out of a broken section in the fence.

“Whoever it was,” Emily began, “they lost a lot of blood.”

“It’s getting thinner,” Lydia noticed. “It’s an arterial bleed. This person couldn’t have made it far on their own.”

Eventually, the trail disappeared, with no body nearby. “Okay,” Hotch said. “Spread out. Search the grounds and every house.”

The team had their guns out a moment later, splitting off. The whole area was under construction, meaning they could walk freely in and out of the houses, but at the same time, so could their unsubs. An entire house to themselves is a lot of cover.

Lydia followed Hotch, knowing that searching for suspects alone wasn’t in her job description. And the FBI was one of the only jobs where doing more than you were asked is frowned upon. She’d been told that more than once.

As they walked, she pulled at her vest, frustratedly, with one hand, the other still on her weapon.

“You haven’t told the team of your relationship yet,” he mumbled back to her.

“Spencer wants it to come up naturally one day. Too bad he doesn’t really do fluid conversation. I decided a long time ago that that’s his business,” she admitted. “He knows the team better. If he wants them to know, he should tell them.”

“I understand that, but don’t give up your free will to please him. Reid will understand.”

She chuckled. “I know. I promise though, I don’t mind either way.”

They went silent after that, Hotch approaching the closest house. Lydia held her gun at the ready, checking behind them constantly her eyes bouncing from door to door. The two of them made their way upstairs and stopped dead in their tracks to find a small puddle of blood. Hotch indicated she should wait in the hallway, before kicking his way into the room.

He stopped, standing in the door and just looking at whatever was before him, then said into his com, “Guys, the last house on the left house, second floor. I’ve got something.”

As soon as he lowered his gun, Lydia put hers away and walked into the room to find a body on the floor. It belonged to a boy, likely no older than their missing girls were.

“You know that I’m not a forensic anthropologist, right?” Lydia grumbled as she knelt down to examine whoever this poor kid was.

“Lydia, you’re the closest thing we’ve got,” he argued.

“My PhD is in chemistry,” she continued, ignoring him.

There was blood all the way down the front of his body: shirt, pants, dripping from his mouth, etc. He had three stab wounds in his chest. His eyes were already foggy and distant. Across his face and arms were scratch marks. And there was a bite mark on his right hand.

Next to him was an open cell phone, which she reached for after throwing on a glove, but it was dead.

Lydia stood up and showed it to Hotch. “You think this is one of our unsubs?” she asked knowingly.

“He’s got defensive wounds. They have to be from Katie or Lindsey.”

“Well…” She glanced at the boy. “He’s not part of the mob.”

“We’re well past that,” Hotch murmured.

Rossi was the first to arrive on the scene and they explained their findings.

“At some point for him, things got out of hand and he wanted out,” Rossi reasoned. “He makes a run for it and gets stabbed in the process. It’s dark. They can’t find him.”

“They think he’s gone to the police and they have to think fast, so they take Katie and they dump her across town.”

“And to maintain some amount of control, they take Lindsey.”

Lydia looked between the two older men. “So… where did his friends run off to?”

~ ~ ~

The station was in a panic as news broke out that Jack Vaughan had escaped his protective custody agent and was on the hunt for the boys who took his daughter.

Garcia had identified their dead kid as Doug Silverman, a student at the same high school as Katie and Lindsey. Jack had claimed he’d never seen the boy before, but his sudden disappearance seemed to suggest otherwise.

The whole team was on the streets, trying to find Jack, except for Lydia and Spencer. Spencer was marking up his map, frustratedly, trying to determine where the boys might have taken Lindsey.

The only lead they had was a boy named Ryan Phillips. They were pretty sure he was the leader of the group they were looking for. But there was no way he would have taken Lindsey to his house, so it meant very little that they knew his name.

“You’ve got to find him, fast,” the witness protection agent insisted.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Spencer hissed.

“Coloring in a map!”

Lydia got between them immediately, so that Spencer could work in peace. “We’ve got people all over town looking for your witness when we should be focused on saving Lindsey. You’re clearly much more helpful when you’re sitting on your ass doing nothing.”

“What the hell is your problem?!” he shot back, but they were both interrupted by an officer walking in, letting them know that there had been reports of shots being fired on Jackson St.

The agent left with him, anxious to find Jack.

“Got it!” Spencer cried, pulling out his phone and dialing up Hotch before Lydia could ask what he’d found. “After inputting all the sites, I’ve come up with a two-dimensional probability service overlay map that indicates the offenders’ operating area… I know it sounds crazy, but I think he’s taken her to the Mayford High School two blocks from here… Thanks.”

He was off a moment later, throwing on his kevlar vest and Lydia quickly doing the same.

“What are you doing?” he insisted. “You don’t go on raids.”

“The rest of the team’s too far away,” she replied. “You need backup.”

“Lydia, I’ll be fine.”

“Then, what’s the harm of me going?” She didn’t let him answer that. “Hotch gave me this gun specifically because he knew that one day I was going to follow someone into danger with or without it. I’m more prepared than I have been on cases before.”

“Stay behind me,” he told her, the two of them running outside and hopping into a police vehicle.

The car that Jack Vaughan had taken when he fled was abandoned by the side of the school. Spencer pulled up beside it and the two of them rushed to catch up with him, guns at the ready. If Jack really did have a gun and Ryan Phillips was inside, things were going to end badly.

They ran into a nearby hallway, Lydia checking the doors on the right, Spencer doing the same on the left. She stopped in her tracks, hearing muffled yells from inside a nearby bathroom.

“Kill him, Daddy! Kill him!”

Lydia nodded for Spencer to join her and on the count of three, she threw open the door and he rushed into the bathroom.

“Put the gun down!”

Lydia went around him and also trained her gun on Jack Vaughan. At some point, he’d acquired a shotgun, which he now had facing an older boy on the floor of the bathroom, with a split lip, who could only be presumed to be Ryan Phillips. Jack’s daughter, Lindsey, upon seeing them, stepped up next to her father, blocking their shot. Her hands were tied behind her back and there was dried blood around her mouth, but she seemed otherwise unharmed.

“Help me, please!” Ryan sobbed. “Please help me!”

“Jack, put down the gun!”

Lindsey glared at Reid before turning back to her father. "She begged him to stop and he laughed at her! He laughed at her!”

“I didn’t laugh at her! Honestly, I would change this if I could!”

“Lindsey,” Lydia tried to reason, “what good is killing him? Trust me, his sentence will be punishment enough, we’ll make sure of it.”

“Please,” Ryan kept pleading. “Don’t kill me.”

Spencer sounded exhausted, taking in a deep breath. “Jack, you swore to your wife that you’d protect Lindsey. Listen to her, Jack. Listen to what she wants. She’s-- She’s begging you to kill somebody right in front of her. What do you think your wife wanted you to protect her from?”

Lydia decided to try and plead with the girl again. “Lindsey, I know it may feel like killing him is the only just option. And I know it feels like that’s just how things work in your family. Being exposed to things like violence and murder at a young age can make them seem more understandable or natural than they are. But your father’s history doesn’t affect yours. If you tell your dad to shoot him, that will be your first kill. Do you really want a murder on your hands?”

“Jack, your life has been… It’s been about violence, and if… you do this, Lindsey’s will be, too. Do you want that?”

“Lindsey, your father hasn’t killed anyone in a long, long time. He’s proved to the government that he can be a good person. Do you want to take that away from him?” The girl wouldn’t even look at her. She was angry. Her mind was too clouded by her need for revenge. If they were going to stop Jack from pulling that trigger, it was up to Spencer now.

“When does it end, Jack?”

“Put down the gun,” Ryan cried and they could hear sirens approaching outside the school.

“Kill him,” Lindsey whispered.

“When does it stop?” Spencer continued.

Jack looked at Spencer, then Lydia, then his daughter. Finally, he turned back to the pleading boy in front of him. “Tomorrow,” he growled and shot Ryan straight through the head.

Spencer’s face froze into one of pure shock, his gun falling to his side.

Neither Jack nor Lindsey said anything as Jack untied her arms and guided her out of the bathroom. As they passed though, Lydia could see the regret in both faces. They would never be the same after this.

Once they were out of the room, Lydia stepped in front of Spencer, blocking his view of the boy’s body.

“This is not your fault,” she said, firmly. “Ryan Phillips may not have deserved to die, but in the end, we did our jobs. We saved Lindsey.”

“I thought I could-”

She shushed him. “This is not on you,” she repeated. After a minute, Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi were rushing in, only to find Ryan Phillips’s brains all over the walls.

“You okay, Reid?” Morgan asked, seeing his friend’s distress.

Lydia looked up at Morgan. “I’m going to take him outside.” Then, she wrapped an arm around his waist and gently guided him out of the high school and onto a bench outside, pulling him into a hug for several minutes.

~ ~ ~

Spencer didn’t talk much on the trip back to headquarters, but stayed attached to Lydia’s side. After a while, he’d seemed to calm down a bit and reassured her that he would be fine. And then, asked that when they got back, they’d tell the team about their relationship.

After watching the two of them practically falling on top of one another for the whole flight back to DC, Lydia was pretty sure they already knew, but agreed quickly.

“Now or never,” Spencer whispered to her as they walked arm and arm into the bullpen, repeating her phrase from the day they’d told Hotch.

“Hey guys?” Lydia called to the team. “May we speak in the conference room real fast? Before everyone goes home?”

A couple of odd glances were shared between the agents, but they all nodded and shuffled onto the catwalk.

When Lydia and Spencer entered behind the group, the two were holding hands and no one had to say anything to know what the announcement would be.

“Spencer and I have been dating,” Lydia said, trying to save her boyfriend the embarrassment. But, Spencer smiled at the varying faces around the table.

Morgan looked absolutely appalled. Emily, JJ, and Rossi were pleased. And Hotch seemed relieved this conversation was finally out of the way.

So, Lydia continued, “This has been okayed by Hotch, but we avoided telling you guys for some time, because the Bureau obviously isn’t thrilled with the idea.”

JJ and Emily were quick to give their congratulations, the rest of the room silent.

“So… how long, then?” Morgan asked, as Spencer sat down at the round table.

“Have we been dating?” Lydia clarified.

“Yes… Come on,” he teased, seeing the two of them exchange an unsure look. “I know pretty boy’s got it memorized.”

“596 days,” Spencer snapped, clearly already fed up with the meddling. Too bad he was too frustrated to realize where he went wrong.

“Spence-!” Lydia squealed, both amused and nervous as Hotch’s head shot up. “Two weeks!”

It had been over two months since they’d told Hotch, but at that time, they’d promised him that they’d only been dating for two weeks, so that no one involved would get in trouble. Lydia could see the embarrassment flood Spencer’s face and he was sputtering to take it back.

“I knew it!” she cried, slamming her hands down on the conference room table in front of him. “I knew you’d be the one to break in the end! Mr. ‘I’m-such-a-great-liar’!” She laughed, mocking him as she sauntered around the room. “‘Let’s keep it a secret, Lydia!’ ‘They’ll never profile me, Lydia!’ ‘Sure, half the team already thinks I’m in love with you, but if you even talk to me at work, you’re gonna give us away! Be careful, Lydia!’”

“I didn’t-”

“You totally did!”

The whole team watched their playful argument around the round table room, never seeing such a side from either one of them. They were so comfortable with one another, not to mention genuinely happy.

“That’s not fair!” Spencer was saying. “Garcia only teased me about it the one time and I never admitted anything! So the only person on the team who thought I was crushing is Emily!”

“Emily knew?” Morgan turned on the dark-haired woman.

“How could you not!” she giggled. “Spencer is so pathetically romantic when it comes to Lydia.”

“I am not!”

“Guys,” Hotch said, sternly, catching the attention of the whole team. “Ambers and Reid have promised that their relationship would not affect anyone in the office and I expect the same from you. They’re a couple. That doesn’t change anything.”

“What?!” Morgan cried. “Doesn’t change anything?!? This is crazy! Does no one else find this crazy?!”

“Morgan,” Hotch tried again. “Please.”

There was silence, everyone’s eyes surveying the room, most amused at the situation. Finally, Morgan nodded.

“Good. Back to your desks. Ambers and Reid, my office.”

Spencer dropped his head onto the table dramatically.

~ ~ ~

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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give me back my glitter, monomi!!!

hi mods, i hope things are doing well for all of you.. i don't usually do things like this, but I'm desperate, i guess. i don't really have anyone to go to. i DO have online friends, but they're already busy with their own problems and i don't want to make it worse.

since lockdown and online school started, my executive dysfunction is getting worse. i keep submit my assignments past due date. it's so hard for me to start working for some reason... especially past the due dates. i usually had my energy and motivation in this kind of stuff after some time recovering (even though it took months...), but after almost a year, i just can't seem to grasp that energy and motivation anymore. the feeling of overwhelm and fear keeps holding me back.

my parents don't help either. they keep me up until 12 or 1 am almost every nights doing extra chores. I'm more focused at nights, so i feel exhausted and passed out the whole day most of the time. if i tell them i have assignments to do, no matter how important it is, they would get angry and threaten to punish me by taking my devices away (which is not good bc i need them for school).

i did ask for help in a server i used to be in, they said sleeping, showering, and taking walks would help. but I'm not allowed to go outside, and if I *do* sleep, I don't have much time for assignments except for chores given by my parents. showering and pacing around my room wont help either. and if i DO get time to do my assignments, i would be scared and doubting to do it and find myself staring blankly at the wall for a long time.

i can't even do my own hobbies like drawing and reading novels because i keep worrying about my assignments!!!! but like i said before.. it's so hard to start working and stay focused. i tried so hard, but i keep blanking out.. and my hands refused to work. i swear, i really tried and i HATE being not able to work like any other normal students.

I'm scared for my future. my grades decide for my future and my family depend on it. I'm very close on graduating highschool. I'm the oldest child of two, yet I'm not showing a good example infront of my younger brother (who is 7 btw). I swear I'm trying to be a better person, not just for my family but also for myself.... I want to work hard, I want to be a good student like I used to be but I find it very difficult. I feel so alone.

that's all i could remember in my mind. thinking about it in more details make me feel horrible. i wouldn't ask for advices because i doubt they could help me anymore (although the efforts would be appreciated), but may i ask for encouragement from komaeda, rantaro and/or taichi fujisaki? (if all three can't make it, then I'll ask for taichi only instead if that's no trouble) i keep feeling about giving up and i don't want that. maybe a little push? my English isnt my main language, i hope i make sense. thaank you and have a nice day!

H-Holy moly with a side of macaroni, kiddo. That’s a huge plateful right there; you truly have been going through a lot, huh? Don’t worry about your English, by the way; for it not being your main language, you did a great job! Phew, for a moment there, I was almost ready to program some advice. Heh, see what I did there, kiddo? A-Anyway, I’m just glad you spoke up about just wanting some encouragement and a bit of a push instead. I hope a average programmer like myself can do just that.

Kiddo, I acknowledge that things are really rough for you right now. I-It probably feels like you’re up against this huge computer virus that you can’t seem to destroy or shake off. O-Okay, that was sort of a bad, bias metaphor, so I’ll say something else. It... I-It probably feels like despair; despair that might feel too overwhelming for you. But while I may know more about programming than anything else first, I do know something else that isn’t related to programming, and that is: You can and will get through this. I-I believe in the power of hope, and you should, too! I have hope in you, kiddo, and I mean that. I have hope that you’ll be able to fix your academic issues; hope that you’ll continue to work hard and better yourself as a individual; hope that you’ll succeed and show others just how talented you truly are. Of course, I know you didn’t ask for advice, b-but just keep in mind that if you ever need to confide in someone, please confide in someone. Don’t hold it all in. Whether it be me, someone else on this blog, or someone else entirely in your life, just try not to bottle it all up, o-okay?

I see a bright, hopeful future for you, kiddo. I-I’m serious! I’m more serious than when I finished my most recent programming project last minute, and that project was... a rather important, huge one. L-Like I said, things are rough right now, but that doesn’t determine your future. As long as you try your best, th-then what more can anyone ask for? I-I only ask for the best from my child, and so, the same goes for you, too, kiddo. J-Just do your best to stay on the side of hope, and keep your head held up high. I’ll even help you with gaining some hope of your own, if you want.

I-I know you didn’t ask for one, but if hugs count as giving you a little push, then mind if I give you one, kiddo? Y-You deserve it for having to deal with this much despair and fighting back against it. I hope some of this made you feel better and gave you what you wanted. I’ll be on my computer if I’m needed again, kiddo.

Hey there anon, don't worry about it. I'm happy to help out. Things are going pretty well for me, thanks for asking, but let's focus on you now. I'm real sorry you're so desperate. Yeah, this whole blog thing is an interesting way to do things, but I'm glad we can be an outlet for you, at least for now. That's a real nice thing for you to do, worrying about your friends like that. Just know that you don't have to keep things like this in. You're not a burden, and you don't have to stay quiet. I can't say I know too much about executive dysfunction, at least at a personal experience level, but I do have a general idea of what it is. Times are freaking crazy. It makes sense that you're relapsing, as crappy as that is. You said that fear is holding you back, and is there something specific that makes you afraid? Maybe exploring that will help you out a little.

Yeah, it doesn't sound like your parents are any help at all! What chore is important enough for you to stay up past midnight? That seems more than a little crazy in my book, and I think that's probably a big thing that's holding you back from getting stuff done. You've obviously heard this before, but sleep is important. With the chores thing and device thing combined, yeah, they're a huge roadblock. Yeah, that is some pretty good general advice you got from the other server, but yeah, I don't think that's gonna be too helpful for your specific situation. Is there any way you could motivate yourself? That's another thing that doesn't help in all situations, but it's something to keep in mind. Hey, you can't help the fact that you don't work like other students, you can't control your feelings all the time, and that's ok. It sounds like you're stuck in a cycle of chores, minimal sleep and stress over assignments, and that would take a toll on anyone. Could you use your hobbies as a way to motivate yourself? Maybe work for five minutes, then read or draw for five minutes?

Hey, you're almost graduating, and I think that's awesome! Even if you're struggling a little now, you've come a long way. Honestly, I don't think you should feel too guilty about not being a good example. Honestly, I don't think you're a bad example at all. The odds are kind of against you, and you got things and people actively making it harder. I can tell how hard you're working, and that's seriously amazing. You've sure as hell earned my respect. I think you're actively fighting to be the person you want to be, and I'm so proud of you for that. You're not alone, that's for sure. I'm no stellar student myself, and I've seen a whole lot of people give up way faster than you have. It's ok, you got your point across, and you don't gotta think about it anymore if you don't want to. Honestly, yeah I don't think I have a whole lot of advice aside for this. I think you wanna talk to teachers, or a counselor, or any other professional who can get you some extra help. There's not a lot I or any non professional can do on our ends, and I think the extra help would really help you out. Yeah, you sure as hell shouldn't give up. You're so close, and you're not as hopeless as you think you are. I can tell you're fighting for this, and I know you can make it all the way through. It might take a little bit of extra work, but I know you're tough and resourceful enough to see this through to the end. You're already a good person, and continuing to want to be better is really impressive. You're an amazing person, and you can handle this ok? Try to have a little faith in yourself. Honestly, your English seems fine to me, I never would have guessed it wasn't your first language. Anyways, I really hope this helped, I wish I could do more for you. You can do this, I know you can. I hope you have a nice day too!

My my Anon, your Luck seems to be all over the place. Truly Despair is trying to sink it’s disgusting claws into your life. Your English was fine Anon. You did a good job if I do say so myself, hehe. I’m glad you were able to calm and talk to us! I may not be the best but I shall try everything in my power to raise your Hope.

For starters, friends are supposed to help each other, it’s what makes you friends after all! If they are uncomfortable with you venting or that’s what you think, try asking them first before doing so, sometimes people aren’t ready to handle emotions like that. This pandemic has done a number on many of people. I’m sorry that it’s been going worse for you. Turning in assignments on time must be hard as well. But in my opinion, turning them in is better than not turning them in at all. Doing your work is also very important. I’m glad that even if you do have little energy, you try to use it to do your work. Trying to get energy to do anything is hard as well. I’d consider that burn out. Sometimes you just need time for your brain to heal, to process things that are happening in your life. I’m sure it’s quite overwhelming, how school has to take extra precautions and be online, or a hybrid class. It must all be very difficult to grasp.

Your parents seem to be a bit...strict? Having you up and doing chores for that long and that late isn’t good for anyone. It seems you tried explaining to them beforehand, but I’d like to see if you could try one more time. If that doesn’t help, maybe talk to a family member to help you out in some way? Maybe they help make your parents listen to you.

Hehe sorry, I’ve just been giving you advice this entire time! My bad, can’t help trying to help people, even if I’m garbage. Anon, I applaud you for coming this far, through all this crap and Despair, you’ve been trying your best to push on! Even through the darkness you’re still trying to be a good student and do your work! I’m so proud of you! I’m glad that you’re trying to take steps to help improve your energy as well, taking care of yourself is very important in any situation, no matter how little energy that you have! Once you graduate you won’t have to worry about this stuff for a while, and maybe things will get easier! I know your brother knows you’re trying your best, he can see it I’m sure! I hope you don’t mind I give you a hug! Hopefully it’ll help take the weight of your shoulders and give you some Hope.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #299

“you look so beautiful tonight / reminds me how you laid us down and gently smiled before you destroyed my life.”

Ever done any drugs? Besides alcohol, no. How many people have you kissed? Three or four. What’s your favorite show to binge? I could only ever willingly *binge* Meerkat Manor and not get bored after like, two episodes. Do you watch porn? No, it's never appealed to me. What’s one of your fantasies? Being financially stable. :^) Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced? I've lightly considered getting one, but I really doubt I ever will. What’s the most overrated movie? /shrug. Let people like what they like. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message. I'd love to get to know my Facebook acquaintance Courtlynn better; I've wanted to for a long time. I think we could be fantastic friends. We'll like each other's stuff regularly and occasionally leave comments, but we don't really talk. Do you like paper books or ebooks better? Paper ones, by a long shot. I just really like the feeling of a book and being able to clearly see how far in you are. I enjoy the smell and sound of turning pages. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick? Probably Wonderland, realistically. I would say Azeroth, but too much world-threatening shit goes on every day lol. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like? G O T H Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? Yep. Do you drink? Very, very rarely. Almost exclusively during celebrations or on the once in a blue moon occasion we go to a sit-down restaurant. Do you read erotica? No. It would make me super uncomfortable. What color was the last candle you lit? I don't remember at all. Do you own a treadmill? No, but I want one. Have you ever signed up for a gym membership? Well, not exactly me. Mom and Nicole both had memberships to Planet Fitness, and I was able to come as a guest. It was just cheaper that way. What color was the last fish you had? That I owned or ate? Either way, idr. Is there a garbage can in your room? What color is it? No. If you play The Sims, do you download custom clothes, hair, etc? I don't play it. Does your animal sleep with you? Roman does, yes. He legitimately spoons with me lmao. Sometimes he'll move to the bottom of the bed, other times he'll sleep through most of the night there. Have you ever had to wear a hairnet? Yes. What is your favorite song to play on Guitar Hero or Rock Band? "Hotel California" by The Eagles on expert is so much fun and just feels good. The ending solo is just great. When you drink chocolate milk do you just buy the jug of it or the syrup that you can put into the milk? Almost always just the chocolate syrup. Do you own a robe? What color is it? No. What’s the worst abuse you have done to your phone? I know I've thrown it across the room once. Well, not my current phone, but a really old one. How did you meet your first love? High school. Well, you could maybe say Facebook. He sent me a friend request and I literally only accepted it because I thought it was another Jason. We talked via messenger some and then we ran into each other at school, and tbh I kinda knew I was fucked from there lmao. Have you ever worn the opposite sex’s underwear? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever kissed in a pool? Yeah. Are there any hobbies you have that you don’t perform in front of others? I absolutely cannot write in front of others, and I HATE drawing when people are watching. What do you do when you simply don’t know what to do? Odds are I'll probably be scraping the bottom of the barrel to find something in WoW that sounds even remotely fun, or I'll browse Facebook. How did you find out about your current favorite band? He's one of my mom's favorite singers/bands, so I grew up with some of his music, and when I was getting into rock and metal, I decided to go through her music case and listen to some of it. Ozzy's Black Rain album set the adoration into motion. Where are you most likely to go when you need clothing? The Internet or Wal-Mart, depending on what kind of clothes I need. When was the last time you tried to do something yet failed? I should have an answer for this very quickly... yet I'm unsure. I don't think anything *major* has happened in a while. Oh, this is a tiny thing, but I did look really hard for the pencil sharpener so my niece could finish coloring her drawing, but I couldn't find the damn thing for anything. Do you think your life is comprised more of success or failure? Lots and lots of failure. What’s one personality trait that’s not strong in you? Uhhh outgoing, ig. Are you a difficult individual to get to know? Considering I hide a lot about myself to try and be accepted, yes. When was the last time you opened up to someone and about what? Literally yesterday to my mom about this unreasonably massive fear I've had lately that she doesn't have much longer in her. I'm terrified she's going to get COVID or her cancer just comes back faster than we hope. To whom do you feel the most important? My mom. Is there something you want but might not ever have? Many things. What’s something you’re working to obtain? Mental stability. Do you tend to enjoy your dreams? No, considering they're usually violent and rarely just psychotic nightmares. Are there any projects or goals you’ve recently abandoned? Hm. What in life serves to keep you going? The hope it'll get better, and I'll reach a point of actually being happy and content with my life. What was the last good news you received? Nicole's trip to Maryland to bring back a baby was successful (if that sounds weird, she's a child social worker). He has a heart condition where if his heartbeat or something like that was irregular, she'd have driven all the way up there for nothing; the baby wouldn't have been able to take the ride. Are you more inclined to appreciate sweet or savory foods? Sweet. Are romantic relationships important to you at this point in your life? I mean I'd like to be in one, but I highly doubt it'd be successful, just given where I am in life. I'd be signing up for heartbreak. Who was the last person to apologize to you for something they did? I don't know. Probably Mom for something minor, like just bumping into me or something. Are you wearing a necklace, and if so, who got it for you? No. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done lately? Lately? Uh. I don't know, but I can guarantee to you it wasn't long ago at all, considering breathing embarrasses me, pretty much. Do you ‘think out loud’? Sometimes. Do you take gummy vitamins? No. How do you know the majority of the people you know? Former schools. Hell, or maybe various online locations. I just might have more online friends and acquaintances than in-person. Is there a random object you own that has a huge personal significance? I've talked about my pebble from my partial hospitalization program enough. Can you play electric guitar? I used to be able to play a little bit; I took guitar lessons for a short while in high school. Best I could do was the intro to "Crazy Train," but I'd still occasionally mess up. Are you one of those people who chew two pieces of gum, not one? Usually. Do you believe in ghosts/supernatural occurrences? Yes. Without the aid of mascara, do you have long eyelashes? Yeah. Is there a kind of music you listen to that helps you release your anger? Yes, usually songs that are also angry. How does it make you feel looking at pics with your ex and someone else? The only case this has ever happened was with Jason and his gf after me. There are no words to describe the fucking hatred I felt. I haven't seen pictures of him with an s/o in a long time, and I absolutely never plan on seeking them out ever again. What song are you listening to right now? "Rest In Pieces" by Saliva. If you’re not in college, why? I couldn't handle the stress anymore. Just couldn't. Do you own a studded belt from Hot Topic? I have a good number of old ones from high school, actually. I wore them all the time. I could never fit into them now. Favorite fictional character? Um, Darkiplier, duh. Most recent thing you are looking forward to? I think it's finally set in stone that I'm getting my tattoo redone soon. Thanks to my laptop saying "ha fuck you," it's not as soon as I originally planned since I had to pay to fix it, but Mom seems fine with helping me pay for my birthday. Not a guarantee that it'll happen on that date of course, given scheduling, but yeah. It should fucking finally be happening. How many stairs can you climb before you wanna pass out? This is too embarrassing to even answer lmao. Have you ever kissed someone with braces? No. Would you ever consider adoption? I don't want kids, and even if I did, I probably wouldn't. I feel like I'd personally need the "wow this is a part of me (and/or my s/o)" connection. Do you ever go hunting/fishing? I would never go hunting, and the only occasion in which I'd fish again is if Dad asked me. I don't like the idea of fishing for fun anymore, but that's like... always been our bonding experience, and I wouldn't tell him no. Do you know anyone who plays guitar? Knew. What are you currently sitting/laying on? My bed. Who are your godparents? I don't think I have any. Do you have any friends who are famous? I have two friends who are parts of bands, but idk how successful they are. I don't think either are like, huge. Nova Mortis if you're into heavy metal and I think Toukan does rap? When was the last time you stayed at a hotel? Hm. I have no idea. What side of a heart do you draw first? Uhhhh I think the left? What is your mom saved as in your phone? "Mama Bear." Do you want your tongue pierced? I had snake eyes for a while, but I took them out because I kept chipping my teeth. I miss that piercing, it was so cute, but it wasn't worth ruining my teeth. Ever made out in a pool? It's possible very briefly, idr. Do you like to have long hair or short hair? SHORT. SHORT. SHORT. Do you change your phone background a lot? Not really. Would you get back with your last ex if you could? Yeah. Have you ever been strip searched? No. Has the person you like ever seen you in your pajamas? Yes. What is your least favorite type of chocolate? White chocolate is way too sweet. Did anyone see your last kiss? It was at an airport, so probably. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? I mean, I do, but I don't really know how smart it would be right now. Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? A few. Who IMed you on Facebook last? My friend Girt. Were you kinda scared of the goths in high school? Hell naw man, I looked up to them lmao. What size is your mattress? (single,twin,double,queen,king) Queen. Do you like spaghetti? Hell yeah. It was my favorite food as a kid. What about lasagna? No; I don't like the cheese at all. Have you ever been stung by anything? What was it? Mosquitoes of course, as well as a bee once. Maybe other things, idk. Have you ever worn contacts? (even just to try them out) Yes, but I changed to glasses because I had too much trouble putting them in and taking them out. Have you ever had any suspicious moles removed? No. Have you ever been screened for STDs? No. Did you have your tonsils taken out? No. Did you have your appendix taken out? No. Do you have any collector’s glasses or cups or mugs? What is a "collector's" glass or mug? Were you your parents’ first born? No; I'm the middle child. Do you have a child? Is the father still with you? No. Were you born perfectly healthy or with some (or a lot) of health issues? I was born healthy. Good 'ole days. Did you ever catch any bugs or insects with your friends as a kid? Ohhhh yes, my neighbor and I loved doing that. My favorite was catching fireflies with my sisters, though. Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? With a friend. I'd get lonely. Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? A whole lot, sadly... I'm despising that disease more and more every day that goes by. I know far too many people who have it or have died at its hands. Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? No. Do you and your boyfriend/girlfriend fight a lot? N/A. Do not stay in a relationship where fighting is common. Would you ever share a site password with a family member or partner? I mean sure, depending on the site and person, and the reason they (may) need it. Has anyone ever told you they couldn't trust you? Hm... I actually don't think so? Who in your family has the prettiest eyes? Idk, I don't see enough of my extended family to know. What is an odd food item you would like to try, or have tried? I'm sure there's something I'd like to try, but nothing I think about with consistency, really... Most "odd" food I find unappealing anyway. When/if you drive, do you go the speedlimit? When I did, I certainly always tried to, but I was bad at maintaining a stable speed. I went up and down too much. Are you an aggressive driver? Or more passive-aggressive? I was dangerously passive at driving. Describe a hairstyle you had as a little kid? Well, I had long hair with bangs. What routine of yours would you most hate to break? Probably stopping getting a soda first thing in the morning... That is like so deeply ingrained into my day and is a motivator to get up in the first place. I want to change this to where I'm not allowed to grab one until I've had a full cup of water, but yeah, that hasn't happened yet. Has jealousy ever ruined one of your friendships/relationships? Honestly? I think it's possible that Jason totally split on me because of it. We were in this very unstable "friends" position after the breakup and hung out very briefly and awkwardly twice (which I'm pretty sure he didn't want), and I think one of our last attempts at conversation was who a girl he was talking to via Messenger was. No, before any assumptions are made, I didn't snoop. He showed me something on his phone and I just inevitably saw the little Facebook chat icon of a girl I didn't recognize. I don't even remember his answer. I just know it wasn't too long later I was blocked and everything. What is one restaurant you would NOT recommend? I personally am not a Chili's fan. What was your last conversation about? Mom and I were just talking about what a mush the cat is, haha. Who is your favorite person to debate or discuss with? Yo fuck debates, I got mad anxiety over that kind of stuff. Are you more likely to praise or insult yourself? Why? Insult. I don't even believe myself when I try praising, so it's not worth the effort. I have a billion and two reasons. Do you enjoy cloudy days? Why or why not? Honestly, not very much anymore. I've found that it actually does affect my mood. I like some cloud coverage, though. Would it bother you to be forgotten after death? Yes, even though when you think about it, most of us will be. I want to do stomething so badly; not even particularly something major, but just contribute to things and causes that matter and slowly change the world for the better. It's especially likely I will be forgotten though at some point because I don't want kids, so my blood isn't carrying on. Do you tend to prefer healthy or unhealthy snacks? Ugh, unhealthy. Has anyone ever asked you for diet advice? I think so, back when I started recovery and lost like 60 lbs fast as fuck. I wasn't even dieting though, just... came off awful meds. What age is your youngest aunt? Ummmm I have no clue. Do you like bowling? Yeah, it's fun, but I'm not good at it. Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? Totally. Do you prefer sweet or sour fruits? Sweet. How're your dancing skills? Rusted to the point of just not functional anymore lmao. What brand of batteries do you usually get? I don't pay attention to the kind Mom gets. Are any of your friends pregnant or have kids? A lot of my FB friends have kids. At least two are pregnant, but I only consider myself remotely close to one. I'm beyond worried about how she's going to be as a mom. Where's the strangest place a fast food restaurant was located? I've certainly seen some questionable placement in busy areas, but none that are super odd. Do you stay up all night on New Years Eve/Day or go to bed after 12am? I don't care nowadays; I just stay up until I'm tired like every other night.

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liaincursives · 4 years

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These feelings I got/Lucas’ season

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Let’s go, you’ll probably hate me after this. Wtfock has destroyed all my plans for this week, but I think the part for this week are still. going to be pretty good, but now enjoy this one and please don’t hate me, everything happens for a purpose, okay? <3

Monday 16:39

Robbe’s face turned out to be a huge mural that Sander had painted after Robbe and him had been in fight and Lucas was more than impressed by it when he saw it. Him and Jens were standing in front of it, staring at the different shades of orange and red on the brick building.

“So that’s everything I need to do to get into a relationship here? I knew that Belgians are weird, but asking people to date them by breaking into others property and painting each other five times as big as you actually are is a whole new level. I should try that,” “It’s actually a move. That only Sander would make, but I think whoever you would paint would be more than happy about it”. The two of them were standing close together, it was almost too close for Lucas, since their hands were almost touching whenever one of them moved a bit.

“Okay, if you had to do something like that, like I don’t know, make a big move towards a girl, what would you do?” Lucas was screaming inside of him, why had he done that? Why had he added the “girl” part. Now Jens would definitely think that he was straight as hell and. Only wanted to share tips about getting a girlfriend. “If there was someone that I would like, I think I would say it through music. Write them a song or send them a playlist with lyrics that I connect to them. But I wouldn’t say that it would be necessary to be a girl.”

Lucas needed to swallow. Did he really just come out to him? “So you like girls and guys?” “I guess so. I mean, I’ve never dated a guy, but if I would meet the right one, I wouldn’t say no, you know?”

He liked guys. He liked guys and he had just told him. And now he was looking him straight into his eyes. The thing Jens had just said gave him chills and he could hear his own heartbeat, crystal clear in his ears. Lucas didn’t know how long they were standing there, the taller boy looking him straight into his eyes, making his heart beat like crazy and his mind run wild, but Jens broke the silence. “So I wanted to prove that we got the cafés here, didn’t I? Are you coming?” Jens asked and left Lucas standing there, completely confused.

The small café was cute and Lucas’ loved the cozy interior and he already saw himself drawing this when he would be back in his room.The two boys were standing in front of a glass showcase with tons of baked goods in it. The vibrant colours of macarons and fruit cakes were alternating with the different shades of brown and beige from buns and chocolate cakes. The smell of roasted coffee was filling the air and the voices of the visitors mixed into a harmony out of voices.

Lucas needed to admit, this place was really awesome, but he wouldn’t show Jens how stunned this place left him. “So you, as a café-connaisseur, what would you recommend me?” “Depends on wether you like sweet or savoury food. Their sandwiches are awesome, but I can also recommend the cinnamon buns and the macarons and if you like chocolate, you should try their brownies. And the coffee is just good, it doesn’t really matter which one you take, you’ll like all of them.”

Lucas couldn’t really decide, but Jens knew the place, so he ordered something for both of the boys. After they had payed, took place on two extremely cozy chairs in the upper level of the café and placed their food on a little coffee table. Jens had chosen small cinnamon buns for himself and the brownies for Lucas and he smiled at Lucas. “And, that do you think? Best café in the whole world?” “It’s okay,” “Just wait until you try your food”

Curious, Lucas took a bite from the fudge brownie and he knew that his face would betray him, telling Jens that this place was pure heaven for Lucas. “See, I told you that this place is awesome. I think they mix drugs or something into the food, that’s the only way it can be so good.” “Honestly, I’ll blame you if I come home addicted to brownies from here. How do they do that?” “I don’t know, but I knew that you would love it you seem like a sweet person. It suits you at leats as much as thee whole art boy thing.” Lucas needed to smile and took took a sip out of his cup, burning his tongue and making Jens burst into giggles. “I should have warned you, their coffees are extremely hot, you should wait before you drink them” “Hot and sweet. That’s an interesting combination. I like it”, Lucas said, slowly sliding his hand towards Jens’ hand, which he had noticed laying on his side of the table.

Their fingers were touching, Lucas could feel the warmth of Jens’ fingertips on his, but then Lucas changed his mind and grabbed one of Jens’ cinnamon buns, grinning shiftily. He bit in it and smiling. “Wow, I might admit that this place is pretty good. Especially the cinnamon buns.” “Wow, that was absolutely outrageous.” Jens smiled and took one of Lucas’ brownies. “But I like the idea.” He said, with a triumphing smile in his face.

They talked. About music, about school, about places they wanted to visit and time flew by. They were just sitting there, their feet touching under the table and shyly starting to knot each others finger into their own, Lucas talking about how he would love to go backpacking in Bali after school, as Jens phone started to ring.

His ringtone was YOUTH and Lucas immediately needed to smile, thinking about the collection of sappy songs they had sent each other yesterday. Jens answered the call and Lucas saw his expression. turning, he seemed to be extremely disappointed and at the same time, he looked like he just had realised something extremely important. He put down his phone and looked at Lucas, guilt in his eyes. “Fuck, I’m sorry, like honestly, I don’t want to leave, but I promised Jana to help her and her mom move the last bit of their things. They are leaving on Thursday and I really can’t cancel that. I promised her I would help her and I think she is going to be extremely mad if I am not there. Really, I would love to stay…”

Jens grabbed his jacket and his phone and threw another sad gaze at Lucas, then he hurried out of the café and Lucas felt like an abandoned puppy, sitting there with half a mug of cold coffee, staring at the place Jens had been sitting on.

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