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rinnnyxr · 3 years

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I’m happy I’m sad I’m motivated I’m unmotivated I’m sick I’m taken I have a crush I’m in love I’m single I’m brokenhearted

I want to sleep I want to study I want to go out I want to stay home I have school today I have work today

I’m afraid of spiders I’m afraid of being alone I’m afraid of snakes I’m afraid of flying I’m afraid of failure I’m afraid of clowns

I took chemistry classes in high school I took math classes in high school I took English classes in high school I took geography classes in high school I took biology classes in high school I had gym in high school I took art classes in high school I took science classes in high school I took history classes in high school I took physics classes in high school I was in the theatre after school program in high school I had some sort of music classes in high school I had some sort of dance classes in high school

Bold the things you’ve never done.

I’ve never gone to Disney World. I’ve never been out of my home country. I’ve never kissed a stranger on the lips. I’ve never read a book over eight hundred pages. I’ve never painted a picture on a canvas. I’ve never sang in front of a large crowd by myself.

I’ve never had braces. I’ve never learned French. I’ve never had a fight with my dad. I’ve never updated my status through my phone. I’ve never used Nair. I’ve never cut my wrists. I’ve never wanted plastic surgery. I’ve never drank organic regular milk. I’ve never learned Chinese. I’ve never blew up a balloon. I’ve never changed a baby’s diaper. I’ve never lost my phone for good. I’ve never lost a friend through death. I’ve never met one of my grandparents. I’ve never met someone with my exact name. I’ve never dated someone with red hair. I’ve never put on eyeliner for myself. I’ve never took a dance class. I’ve never tried weed. I’ve never tried drugs. I’ve never cooked dinner for my family. I’ve never had anything besides my ears pierced. I’ve never had a tattoo. I’ve never went to the beach to tan. I’ve never kissed anyone on the lips that was younger than me. I’ve never dumped someone. I’ve never stepped in something nasty barefooted. I’ve never cheated on someone. I’ve never waxed anything on my body. I’ve never dyed my whole head a different color. I’ve never kissed anyone who was above the age of seventeen. I’ve never kissed in the rain. I’ve never gone a day without laughing. I’ve never got held back a grade. I’ve never stolen anything over twenty dollars.

Aries

Waiting until the last minute TL;DR (too long, didn’t read) Angry crying 4 am seamless Big flirt Hot yoga “Why are you so upset? I’m over it now” No filter Cutting in line at the store Skipping to the “good part” Ignoring the speed limit Tinder Shoplifting Exclamation points!!! Bad tattoos Caffeine addiction Toned AF Muay Thai “Don’t touch me” Breaking a bone Spelling errors Picking fights for no reason Lowkey really sensitive Skipping breakfast 7/24

Taurus Falling asleep on the subway Going barefoot Using hands as utensils Calling in sick Materialism Tree climbing Cuddling Controlling the aux Great British baking show “I deserve to treat myself” Aesthetics Spending the whole day in bed Anything that says “natural” on it Long-term relationships Expensive sheets Picnics in the park Essential oils Sex as exercise Tender Wearing the same outfit 3 days in a row Says a controversial opinion and then “I’m not going to argue” Calm, cool, and collected Silk everything 5 meals a day 7/24

Gemini Giving unqualified advice 50 different tangents “Prove it” Playing Devil’s advocate Can’t keep a secret Scamming Carrying a book around Arguing for fun Always knowing the latest gossip Adderall Spilling guts to the Uber driver Rationalizing emotions Lying to be more interesting Most active in the group chat Anxiety Telling the same story 10 times to perfect it Philosophy 1000 ideas per minute Sardonic sense of humor Full of interesting facts 23 best friends Internet memes Forgot how to cry Living a double life 4/24

Cancer Screenshots Same friends since high school Sleeps with a stuffed animal Vintage clothes Cries when yelled at Going home early Nesting Holding grudges Mood swings Drinking tea Supporting others’ chaos Social anxiety HGTV Super protective of loved ones Accidental emotional manipulation Cooking for friends Likes animals more than humans Meeting someone and immediately planning their whole lives together Empathizing with film protagonists Vivid childhood memories “Mi casa es tu casa” Serial monogamist Good emotional memory Big hugs 8/24

Leo Mid-day outfit changes Giving out compliments Taking an hour to get ready Accidentally flirting Making friends in the Uber pool Using a window as a mirror Passionate emotional outbursts Lowkey insecure Creating drama to avoid boredom Opening up after just meeting someone Going to the spa Needing to make opinions known Large but fragile ego Wanting recognition for your generosity Making a scene Pretending life is reality TV Giving really subjective advice Overdressed for the function Creative genius Social media as therapy Trying something and being instantly good at it Can’t take a joke Self-care Urge to stand out 7/24

Virgo Over-analyzing friendships Fact check Knowing a little about everything Helping people get their shit together Very specific tastes Fixing it or making it 10x worse Personal projects Health routines Pretending to have your shit together Repeating a task over and over until it’s perfect On good terms with your trash exes Stretching self too thin Stuck in negative thought cycles Noticing little things no one else notices Needs to quit like 3 things Nitpicking Self-sacrificing Hyperfocus Reading 3 books at once “Sorry for the late reply” Functioning on 3 hours of sleep Can’t turn brain off Neurotic Putting yourself last 17/24

Libra Fomo (fear of missing out) Saying yes to every opportunity A little bit of suck up Fear of being alone Flirting with everyone but your crush Tossing a coin to make big decisions Easily influenced Art films Strong sense of right and wrong Torn between being social and having much needed alone time New crush every day Going to museums Overthinking romantic relationships Truly admiring all your friends Adopting others’ hobbies and mannerisms Overdraft fees Showing up late or not showing up at all Avoiding conflicts at all costs Talking about past romances on the first date Gossipy but with good intentions Panicking when someone raises their voice Trying to see both sides Unable to end a bad relationship Pretending to hate drama 9/24

Scorpio Resting bitch face Keeping the right amount of secrets Has a “hit” list (either meaning) Needing to have control in relationships Knowing what you want and exactly how to get it Disappearing at parties Morbid thoughts Believes in “energy” Attractive Staring from across the room Stalking crush’s social media Fascination with cults Still in an emo phase Breaking hearts but sad about it Trust issues All black Existential angst Silently walking away from uninteresting conversations Chaotic emotions behind a calm mask Craving emotional intensity “What am I gonna gain from it?” Seeming intimidating, actually really sensitive Friendships of utility Loves crime 12/24

Sagittarius Losing interest and quitting anything that doesn’t come easily Giving opinions without being asked No inside voice Arguing as foreplay Backpacking trips Talking over people Stating opinions as facts Corny jokes Took one philosophy class and is basically Nietzsche now Always having the last word Using big words to sound smart Speaking more than one language Fueled by laughter Calling friends on their BS Asking for advice and then not taking it Needing to change activities every 30 minutes Telling it like it is Correcting people Unwaveringly optimistic Laugh can be heard from across the room Talking about a book after only reading the Wikipedia synopsis Learning a lot from travel Periodically getting rid of all your belongings Pulling out a party trick 9/24

Capricorn Fear of not living up to potential Overcommitting Anything ‘rustic’ Favorite song is the NPR jingle Has real, tangible goals Repressing trauma Always on time Slow and steady Minding your own business Prefers on one hangs to group hangs Work/life balance Putting more money into savings than you take out Acting 20 years older than you actually are Is prepared for the worst-case scenario Never asking for help Reading for fun Is actually normcore Taking care of business Taking things seriously Motivated by stress Minimalism Hanging out with the same 3 people Bashful around crush Holding friends to high standards 9/24

Aquarius Lowkey superstitious Obscure music David Lynch Weird makeup Self-given haircuts Bad at flirting Feeling like an alien Reding conspiracy theories on the internet Estranged from emotions Experimental poetry Martyr complex Being called a free spirit Abstract concepts Making plans and canceling them Intellectual superiority A little arrogant Loves an underdog Using a thesaurus Activism Fuck the rules Intentionally provocative Highly ethical Queer theory Niche knowledge base 1/24

Pisces Head in the clouds Misplacing keys Unofficially moving in with friends Easily overwhelmed Empathizing with plants Existential crisis #3 Really long showers Leaving clothes in a pile on the ground Using fantasies as an escape Romantic drama Need for constant validation Acts either 7 or 70 Incredibly active imagination Cripplingly self-aware Over-apologizing In love with 10 people at once Binge drinking Giving good advice but can’t apply it to yourself Secretly writes poetry Crying in the bathroom at work Can’t take criticism Mind reading #NoBoundaries Saying something deep out of nowhere 12/24

I am most like a Virgo (my actual sign)

You have an ex You don’t wear glasses You have blue/gray/green eyes

You’re pretty tall

You can drive a manual transmission car

You know how to change the oil

You know all about cars

You have a serious passion for photography

You’ve known your best friend since middle school You’re close friends with someone since elementary school You prefer Quiznos over Subway

You’re in a relationship You’ve had a rebound before You’ve been in a relationship for five years

You’ve cheated before

You’ve dated someone who was Asian You’ve dated someone who was Hispanic

You’ve dated someone of your own ethnicity You like to sleep a lot You were born in winter Your birthday is in February

You’re the oldest in your family

You have a younger sister You have a cat You don’t have step-parents You often work the night shifts at your job

You can play the drums

You know a lot about flowers

You’re allergic to shellfish

You like garlic You like a lot of cheese

You get real Christmas trees

You’ve been in a car accident before You’ve snuck people over to your house You’re part Hawaiian

You’re a Pisces

You have no tattoos You have no piercings You have brown hair You have a Steam account You don’t have a Twitter

You’re hardly on any networking sites

You have an XBox360 You don’t like Playstation products very much

You have relatives in Alaska and/or Hawaii

You have a Toshiba laptop

You love German Shepherds You love Welsh Corgis You are Republican

You are Methodist

Your room is rarely ever clean

You’ve drunk dialed someone

A nasty rumor has been spread about you You’re in college One of your parents was at one point enlisted in the military

You are close with your family You like paintballing

You don’t smoke You don’t do drugs

You have a habit of keeping things you borrowed longer than expected

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ladyfl4me · 4 years

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Hi please yell about boyd and stern in TCOS and TMWCIFTC :D!

Anon, THANK YOU for enabling me, you have my fucking life in your hands

I’ll preface all of this by saying that everything in this post is related to my long-form Amnesty works, The Moth who Came In from the Cold and The Children of Sylvain. If you haven’t read those, then you’ll be pretty damn confused, so I guess now is as good of a time to plug them - and the series - as any. A heads up: I started it back in 2018, and everything in TCOS is just… very VERY loosely associated with Amnesty canon at this point. Same root premise, same characters, but back in 2018 even I couldn’t predict where arcs 4 and 5 ended up going. TMWCIFTC was written as the logical progression, in my head, of an alternate arc 4, and everything that happened in TCOS is based off of that progression. It’s got almost no connection to the actual canon at this point. I’ll be recapping some of the more important plot points for context, though.

Here’s hoping the read-more works. This was 7 pages long in the google doc I prepared this in, so I apologize in advance to everyone on my dash if this got fucked up. Spoilers for TMWCIFTC ahead, as well as general vague spoilers for Amnesty.

So everything’s coming up roses. Fantastic. Let’s start with the biggest thing: how the characters of Agent Stern and Boyd Mosche have changed from canon to this AU.

Boyd’s Changes:

We’ll start with Boyd, because this motherfucker is UNRECOGNIZABLE from canon. On god, that is all Griffin’s fault. Pretty much all of Boyd’s character was concentrated in arc 4 of Amnesty, and honestly? He was a fantastic character there. Loved him as a counterpart to Ned. He gave off an air of “the ends justify the means” in almost everything he did - especially how he was willing to do anything, including blackmail Ned to hell and back, to get back to England - which I’ve grafted into my version of him. The angst-loving part of my brain seized on the tragic possibilities of his relationship with Ned and was bumping “No Children” by the Mountain Goats every time they interacted. Great stuff, interesting complexity, was genuinely surprised when he kicked it.

All that happened after I introduced him as a character in TMWCIFTC. My version of him retains the smooth-talking Britishness of him, with the aforementioned “ends justify the means” logic for everything; I’d probably sort him as a chaotic neutral, with basically all of his points in wisdom, charisma and strength with very few in intelligence. I tried to work with that for the start. We knew nothing about Boyd at the time I was writing TMWCIFTC, so my brain wanted to fill in that blank for jokes and giggles and haha funny’s and was like, “Yo what if Boyd was a Sylph this entire time? Wouldn’t that be fucking hilarious?”

And that’s what I did. What happened to make this version of Boyd was a bit of a random “perfect storm” of influences and choices, which really only got sharpened because of my one-shot The Devil Went Down To Georgia. That one’s the main source of all Boyd lore, even though I barely reference it these days because he’s gone so far off the rails it’s a miracle I can keep him straight.

I’ve talked about The Devil Went Down To Georgia a lot in relation to Boyd on here. TL;DR, I decided to make him two things: a violinist and a Sylph/cryptid, specifically the Jersey Devil. Yes, he is still British. I chalk it up lore-wise to a few things: the original Jersey Devil is more of a distant relative, Boyd crossed over from Sylvain and ended up in Britain sometime after that, and just willingly chose to keep up the British persona Bastard. I don’t think about it too much. He’s been a criminal from the very beginning; he’d been in prison on Sylvain, went through some shit there that made him steal a crystal and book it, and he continued to do crime on Earth to survive.

The violin thing is mostly me desperately wanting a character to have that background, because I played for seven goddamn years and want to put that knowledge and catharsis somewhere. Boyd probably either picked up a Sylvan instrument that was similar, or learned it in the early 20th century when he came to Earth, and just held onto it. He held onto the skills and got good - good enough that he could have gone professional, and tried in 2007, but that didn’t go super well, as anyone who’s read TMWCIFTC can attest.

In terms of the type of cryptid he is, I’ve made the Jersey Devils a subspecies on Sylvain that takes cervids (deer, moose, etc.) or bovines (goats, antelopes, cows, etc.), as well as canines/felines of any shape and size, puts them into a gashapon machine with pterodactyl-style wings, awful teeth, and a snake’s tail, and calls it a day. You can get a tiny Jersey Devil that’s a combo of a tiny cat and a dik-dik; you can get a jacked nine-foot-tall terrifying amalgam of a lion and a moose, with a fucked-up mouth of multiple rows of teeth and huge claws.

That last one is Boyd. Don’t call me a monsterfucker for this, I have no defense.

So where does that leave him in relation to the Lodge? Back in 2018, before I started developing the lore that factors into TCOS about Sylph communities outside the Lodge (namely the Manhattan Sylphs that Leo worked with when he was a Chosen One), I figured that it’d be funny if every single cryptid kinda just… knew each other, or hung out near the Lodge. As you know if you’ve read TMWCIFTC, he got into some trouble in 1967, which Barclay, Indrid and Mama “bailed him out of.”

Once they found out he was a fellow Sylvan, though, it became less about “report this guy to the authorities” and more about “we have to make sure we keep an eye on this guy so he doesn’t get himself, or other Sylphs, in trouble” thing. He basically became Mama’s mostly-socialized half-feral cat, slinking through the halls of Amnesty Lodge, eating random food, falling asleep wherever, sitting in rooms where people are doing interesting things and just watching them. And everyone... kind of likes him. Sure, he doesn’t have a sleep schedule, and they have to get soundproof panels installed in his room at the Lodge because he’ll stress-practice violin at 3 in the morning, and he keeps shoplifting stuff from local stores to give to people like a cat bringing back dead mice. But he’s a good man. And he’s getting better every day.

Then he got got by the Ashminder in ‘98. He bolted, completely forgot everything about the Lodge but had the address of a former Lodge resident on his body after his memory was wiped, found a still-alive but memory-wiped fellow Lodge dweller, and fled to that address. Boyd lived there for years, trying to clean up his act and try to anchor himself a bit. Then in 2007, something on his path went wrong, and the stress break he went through after that made him run from that place. That’s when he met Ned, and they had a few years together before Boyd ended up in jail.

Then, once they killed the Ashminder and the memories it had eaten came back, Voidfish-style, Boyd remembered everything: the people who’d taken care of him, the friends he’d made, the love he’d found, the time and effort he’d put into getting better, the rewards he’d reaped because of it. He remembered fighting monsters and defending them. He got hit with it all at once, and missed them. His parole date was coming up; he could bide his time until he was released, and run down there.

But then, at the start of TCOS, Something Happens that makes all Sylvan disguises and spells shit the fucking bed; his disguise spell, which has been hiding a nine foot-tall jacked demon out of hell, flickers, and the invisibility spell that had been put on his disguise item to hide it failed. Boyd knew he was fucked if the jail folks found out he was a Sylph, so he decided to fucking Kool-aid Man out of there, becoming a wanted man in the entire state of West Virginia and getting a bit roughed up in the process.

But hey. Whatever it takes to get home, right?

Stern’s Changes:

Stern’s changed too, though, and here’s how. It was relatively simple to tweak him, because so much of him was a blank slate to begin with. First: that name. Garfield Kent Stern is his full name: Garfield for the cat/Deals Warlock, Kent after Kent Mansley, the irritating dipshit FBI agent antagonist from the classic animated movie The Iron Giant. Poor bastard. He started as a walking meme who I was going to kill off; I came up with that name long before we got his real name in canon, and didn’t want to retcon it out.

I’m a sucker for secret connections and familial ties, too, and back in 2018 the headcanon gashapon gave me “what if Stern was a cousin of Duck’s, but there was family drama that made their parts of the family split when they were kids, so now 30 years later they don’t remember each other?”

And that’s exactly what I did. Gary is Duck’s first cousin on Duck’s mom’s side; their mothers are sisters. Gary’s uncle Arnie was a Secret Service agent who tangled with an Indrid trying to stop the Kennedy Assassination once, and he keeps telling that story at Christmas, much to everyone’s chagrin. Gary remembered those stories, and even received Indrid’s old disguise glasses - knocked off his face during his uncle Arnie’s chase - and carried them with him for a long time.

He didn’t start off as a baby cop, though; he was more interested in hitting the books, finding out the logic and doing the research to figure things out. I have him become a history major, getting a PhD with a few bits and bobs here and there that I haven’t worked out yet. Whatever the case, he spent a LONG time in academia, from undergrad starting in 1996 to graduation in about 2005.

Things weren’t as peachy as he thought they’d be, though. Gary wrote and published his thesis, like a good little PhD candidate, but someone was watching him. In his thesis, he’d been trying to cobble together various cryptid-related legends across the word and making connections between them, among other things. He’d managed to link up and explain something that Unexplained Phenomena had been trying to figure out themselves. They immediately intercepted his thesis, kept it from being disseminated anywhere else, erased all copies of it after graduation, and reached out to Gary independently to bring him on.

Make no mistake: he went willingly. Despite the whole thesis coverup, Agent Gary Stern wasn’t coerced into being a government stooge, and he wasn’t blackmailed - he was given an offer to work with the cryptid cops, and he enthusiastically took it. Government benefits were decent, he’d heard; post-grad options were looking slim, especially going into the recession. In his mind, there was a bit of allure to it all, too. A secret government organization looking into suspicious and possibly supernatural things all over the nation? Fantastic. More opportunities to do research. He was in. Gary accepted their offer and started basic FBI training in 2007 - the same year Boyd had that mental break and went AWOL, returning to his life of crime and meeting Ned.

Biggest mistake he’d ever made. But then again, if he didn’t take them up on that, he wouldn’t be here, would he?

So he joins UP, goes up the ranks. They had him researching and charting the Bigfoot case for a while, and he was the only one who was willing to work on it at all because… well, Bigfoot sightings weren’t as sophisticated as some of the other projects that were out there for UP. (See: Area 51. We don’t talk about Area 51. Nobody talks about Area 51. Definitely nothing shady and unethical going on in there, no experiments on anyone or anything, no sir.)

Gary’s diligent, though, and doesn’t like to back down from a challenge. That’s all hunting Bigfoot was: a challenge. No personal stake, no empathy. It was a job to get done, even though an entire person’s life was at stake.

And he got so caught up in this challenge that, when he went to Kepler, he EASILY got attacked by the Ashminder and destroyed within an inch of his life. He got the very memory of his job and intent in Kepler torn out of his head; once the Ashminder died, and those memories came back, they didn’t feel like his anymore, or like they’d been part of his life plan to begin with. Overcome with confusion and guilt, he decided to clean up his act and try to work against the FBI, with Mama’s blessing.

His goal? Quit the FBI, get them off the Lodge’s back, and then see what happens next. Maybe he’d go back to academia, or teach, or something - just get as far away from the FBI as possible, as far away as he can be from hurting people. But he’s got to bide his time, because if he bolts now, they’re going to get suspicious and put the Lodge in even more danger. And that’s where he is now.

So why have they changed?

Simple answer? I don’t want to rewrite them to fit with canon. I just don’t. I don’t want to make Boyd human; I don’t want to change Gary’s name to Joseph and make him a Bigfoot groupie. I don’t want to rewrite hundreds of thousands of words of work to fit last-minute decisions made in the end times of Amnesty’s canon. My fic has diverged so much from canon that the canon versions of the characters don’t belong here anymore. Besides, Stern was such a background character in arcs 3 and 4 that he barely mattered, making his reappearance in arc 5 a bit of a clumsy follow-through, and Boyd was a one-act wonder. A little expansion couldn’t hurt. Making Gary something other than a direct antagonist made the narrative load a little easier, too, at least on my end. I hate giving a cop screen time, but it’s easier to justify his existence by rewriting his backstory and making him slog through the hell of a redemption arc. He’s had that coming.

This leads us to TCOS, though, where the arcs of our player characters turn a bit more towards the plot, as opposed to the emotional fulfillment they got in TMWCIFTC. Characters like Gary, Mama, Boyd, and Alexandra take center stage for emotional and backstory development, while the original player characters take a temporary backseat. Alexandra’s a key linchpin of the story as a whole, both emotionally and narratively; Mama gets lore expansions and has personal things to settle; and Gary and Boyd are… here. So:

How do these two work with each other in TCOS?

It’s great. It’s fantastic. These two are my favorite to write in TCOS because their conflict is just so fucking FUN. On the one hand, you have an almost-ex-FBI agent who’s been taken in by the Lodge, is related to a Pine Guard member, is trying to keep his coworkers off the Lodge’s back as sneakily as possible without drawing suspicion, and is desperate not to screw up this second chance he doesn’t think he deserves. On the other hand, you have an ex-con who got a second chance from the Lodge, sees them as his last best option to be safe as long as nobody reports them, and wants to keep them safe out of a sense of familial obligation he’s reluctant to admit to, even to himself.

That’s two people with questionable morals, with a semi-familial attachment to a place that gave them second chances, each seeing the actions of the other as a threat to their - and everyone else’s - safety. Claws come out almost immediately.

At the start, Boyd and Gary go together like apple juice and toothpaste. Boyd sees a narc who’s threatening the one safe place he has left; Gary sees an impulsive, selfish threat, a domino that - if it falls - threatens, you guessed it, the one safe place he (and other people, sure) has left. Boyd breaking out of jail means the entire state of West Virginia, and probably the whole East Coast, is on high alert looking for him, and if that attention comes anywhere near the Lodge? They’re fucked.

Neither of them believe that the other is capable of change or anything but selfish, malicious harm. Boyd has more of an argument than Gary because Gary is still actively reporting things to the FBI, but in Gary’s defense, the moment that he stops reporting anything to them, they’re going to suspect things and might end up sending more people to the Lodge. The Pine Guard can’t afford that, so Gary has to play by the rules until he’s in a position where he can quit. I’ll pull a specific argument they have from TCOS that I feel really exemplifies this:

"I don't want you to get caught."

Boyd scoffed. "Something tells me you're not worried about me."

"I'm not."

"Well, thanks."

"I'm worried," Gary went on, "about someone seeing you, and connecting you to the Lodge. You just used the hot springs as your personal landing strip, in broad daylight. We're on the upper half of the mountain. And I don't know how big your Sylvan form is, but -"

Boyd grinned. It looked more like a snarl. "Oh, plenty big enough," he said.

Gary ignored that. "Big enough for someone to see you from down the mountain?" he challenged. Boyd's lip curled, and he looked away. "Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm just thinking ahead. What if someone came beating down our door looking for you? What if it was a cryptid hunter? What if it was the cops?”

"Yes, yes, fine, alright," Boyd snapped. He threw his hands up. His eyes were hard and cold. "It'd put us in danger. I get it. But you're still here. I think the damage is already done."

A knot of cold rage formed in Gary's stomach. "I'm trying to keep this place safe, Mr. Mosche," he spat. "I've got a responsibility to keep."

Boyd scoffed. "Oh, you have a responsibility? To Amnesty Lodge? That's fucking rich."

"You've got one, too! It’s about time you started keeping it!"

They’re both very, very set in their ways and their ideologies, and they take a long time to get to middle ground.

One of my friends described it as middle child syndrome in overdrive. Gary thinks Boyd’s the Lodge golden child, come to replace him in the Lodge inner circle. Boyd thinks Gary’s the Lodge’s new redemption-arc fixer-upper, come to replace him. And both of them feel thrown off by that, because they both thought that the Lodge was accepting them completely into the inner circle. It’s unfamiliar, it’s confusing, and when the Lodge as a whole regards them both with suspicion/unease (Gary) and polite detachment due to the passage of time (Boyd), it makes them both feel on the outside.

And when you’re in the same shitty canoe, you’ve gotta row it or sink. So that’s exactly what they do.

Ultimately, they get faced down with bigger and worse foes that snap them out of their spat, because their common interest is “keeping the Lodge safe” and uniting will help them get there. When they do start to have each other’s backs, though, that’s when they reluctantly start to get to know each other. Gary feels like something’s off about Boyd and eventually suspects - thanks to some comments from Haynes and some digging of his own - that Boyd had something to do with the fire that burned down Aubrey’s house, but it remains to be seen what he’ll do with that information. (The Gary of November 2018 would have turned Boyd in to the FBI. The Gary of almost six months later, though… a different story. It’ll be interesting.)

The kicker is, they’re both really similar, at the heart of it. Both of them were the Lodge’s fix-em-up pet projects, brought into the fold in an emergency and protected/cared for as long as they swore to clean up their act. They see each other and feel a bit out-of-place, though - something contributed to by the way the Lodge treats them.

Gary’s still held at a distance by many, despite being Duck’s cousin and a mostly-valuable member of the team, because the stench of the FBI is still on him - how he dresses, how he walks and talks, how he acts. And Boyd has just swanned back to the Lodge after 20 years gone, with all his memories of the Lodge from back in ‘98 driven back into his mind - and part of him is expecting the Lodge to be the exact same way it was when he left. But it’s not. You can’t go home again. The Lodge has moved on without him, which he never expected, and coming back to them is… awkward.

It’s simple. They don’t know what to do with a version of Boyd who’s missed the past 20 years of their lives; Boyd doesn’t know what to do with people who have changed from the folks he knew 20 years ago. He’s lost, floating, and alienated, like going to a high school reunion after not having spoken to a living soul since graduation. It sucks for him. And the only wholly unfamiliar face there, other than the main Pine Guard - who he’s mostly fine with, except for Ned - is Gary, and he can’t help but be irritated with him. That changes, though.

What I essentially want to do is set these versions of the characters up as foils. Similar characters, similar pasts, similar situations that got them to this point. All that’s different is how far in their respective arcs they are. So I’m going to have them be friends. Give each other a chance in the face of a bigger threat, open up a little more, have conversations, talk about things with each other because they’re the only ones around to listen. The Lodge gave them second chances when they needed them most. Maybe they can do that for each other.

This is also to say, I would be a massive fucking liar if I say I haven’t considered having that unfold into a rivals-to-lovers arc. Yeah, I said it. I’ve considered it, at length and in serious detail, since I started drafting the arcs for TCOS. In fact, that’s what I’m probably going to do. I’ve gotten too hooked by the possibility to give it up. I outlined hypothetical futures for the whole cast after the final battle in Sylvain and, given the things I want to happen in that battle and the messy post-war fallout, it makes sense that these two would gravitate towards each other.

It makes a lot more sense in context, believe me. They’ve got a long row to hoe before they trust each other enough to become friends, or even push the envelope towards a romantic relationship - they’d have months and even YEARS to wait to pull that off. Whatever I end up doing with them, they are easily my favorite part of TCOS to unravel, mostly because I - and, honestly, everyone else - probably never saw it coming.

Thanks for the ask, anon. This made my week. So sorry for the long response, but I have so many thoughts on what I’m doing with these idiots, and putting them down on paper was really fun. Any other questions or comments about this? Fire away, I’d be more than willing to answer!

#asks #anon #tcos #if tumblr fucks the formatting and bombards you all with a long-ass post i am SO SORRY #tagging anyway #long post #taz amnesty

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mybunnyparadenme · 4 years

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Errr for the ship meme,,,,can we have 2 with bunny??? sry if i bother u i love your works!!

It’s no bother at all! Thank you for enjoying my works hehe, hope you’re ready for some angst!

2. things you said through your teeth

Everything was bathed in an unearthly neon glow, threads of blue-white electricity pulsing in the air sporadically. This was it, the heart of Professor Chaos' evil lair. Mysterion limped forward, his eyes locked on the only other person in the room with him. Chaos was standing with his back towards Mysterion, gazing up at a twenty foot tall super weapon that was almost ready to fire.

"Chaos, stop!" Mysterion shouted at him. His legs felt like they were going to collapse underneath him, but he willed himself to stay upright. He'd already come this far, fought too hard, to pass out now.

Chaos turned away from the machine, a wicked smile on his face. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. So glad you could make it to the end of the world, Mysterion!"

Mysterion shook his head, forcing himself to keep walking. "Turn off the weapon, Chaos. Thousands of people will die if you let that thing go off."

"That's exactly the point." Chaos said, looking at Mysterion like he was a child who needed everything explained to him. "It's a weapon of mass destruction, after all. You're in no shape to stop me, so just stand back and watch, okay?"

That wasn't going to happen. Yes, Mysterion was covered in injuries. And yes was struggling to keep standing. But he didn't need to fight with his fists. He had to appeal to the humanity that was still in side of him, buried underneath all the hate and anger.

"You're not a murderer, Chaos." He said, reaching up to pull his hood down. The smile on Chaos' face faltered for a moment, and Mysterion felt a spark of hope rise inside of him. "I know you. The thought of hurting others used to make you sick, remember? Shut the weapon down, you don't have to do this!"

Chaos scowled at him, balling his hands into fists at his sides. "You say you know me, but you're refusing to acknowledge that I want to do this! Working with Mitch Connors showed me that the world is full of monsters, and no amount of do-gooder bullshit is going to change that. This weapon is a mercy, Mysterion. I'm going to cleanse the world of its corruption, starting with that stupid little mountain town."

"Think about all the people who don't deserve to die like that, Chaos!" Mysterion said, desperation stealing away the deeper tone his voice took on when he was in costume. Panic clawed up his throat. His family was still in South Park, and half of the Freedom Pals had stayed behind to fight the Chaos Underlings that swarmed the town. Mysterion was their last chance, and he needed to get through to Chaos no matter what. "Those people deserve to have a chance to make the world better. Let them have a choice, please."

"It's kinder to let them die before the world ruins them." Chaos said, his voice devoid of emotion as he stared at Mysterion. "The weapon's almost ready to fire. You won't be able to get to me before I pull the switch."

No, no, NO. Chaos was turning away from him and Mysterion wouldn't be able to stop him in time. He ripped his mask off, letting his fear and sadness show openly in his eyes. "Don't do it Leo, I'm begging you!"

Chaos froze, electric sparks sizzling in the air around him as he slowly turned to face him again. His expression was full of rage, but there was something just underneath the surface there too, something that ached. His voice was shaky when he spoke, "I thought I told you never to call me that again."

"It's your name." Mysterion, no Kenny said as he took another step forward. He was almost halfway across the room. "Before you were Chaos you were Leo Stotch. You still are. And my Leo wouldn't fire that weapon, I know it."

"I'm Professor Chaos!" Chaos shouted, streaks of wild lightning shooting out in every direction, uncontrolled and deadly. Thankfully none of them managed to land a direct hit on Kenny. Chaos was glaring at him with raw hatred burning in his eyes. "Your ex-boyfriend doesn't exist anymore! There's only your enemy now, and it's high time I got rid of you!"

Kenny barely had time to dodge the arc of lightning that raced toward him, a black scorch mark burned into the space he had been in only a moment ago. He grit his teeth and forced his muscles to move despite the pain, to get him across the room and in front of Chaos as fast as possible. By some miracle he managed to make it a few feet away from the weapon without getting charred to a crisp, but Chaos was holding a crackling ball of white-hot electricity in his hands, aimed right at him. From this close there was no chance he would miss again.

"It's not too late for you to come back from this!" Kenny said, holding his hands out helplessly in front of him. Even if he couldn't block this, he wasn't going to give up yet. "You are not too far gone, do you here me? Come back to me, Leo. I love you!"

"No..." Chaos breathed, his hands trembling as he stared at Kenny. He shook his head, anger and disbelief warring on his face. "You're just saying that. You're... You're trying to trick me!"

"I'm not." Kenny said, hoping Leo could hear it in his voice how sincere he was as he took another step closer, now coming within arm's reach of him. "I swear I never stopped loving you, not even a little bit."

"What about all the times I tried to kill you, huh?" Chaos growled at him, the words coming out harsh through his teeth. "You're a liar, you hate me!"

Kenny remembered all the times Leo hadn't just tried to kill him, but succeeded. There wasn't any pain worse than being killed by the one you loved but still, he shook his head vehemently. "I could never hate you, Leo. Never."

"Shut up!" Chaos screamed. The electricity in his hands intensified for a heart stopping moment, then fizzled out into the air around them. He reached up and grabbed a large red handle, the switch that would fire all the energy gathered inside the weapon. "This is what's best for the world! I have to do this ! I... I have to..."

"Please." Kenny whispered as he reached up slowly, carefully, never taking his eyes off of Leo's. Their fingers touched, and the tension in his white-knuckle grip softened just a fraction. "There's always another way. Let it go."

What felt like an eternity of silence passed between them. This was it. This was the moment that everything would change, one way or another. Kenny swallowed hard, hoping that he'd done enough to save all the people he cared about, including Leo. There was no coming back if he pulled the switch, so he held his breath and prayed he'd done enough to save him.

Finally Leo's grip on the handle loosened, tears filling his eyes as he whispered, "Okay. I'll turn it off."

Relief flooded through Kenny's body, so strong he nearly collapsed. "Thank you."

Leo let go of the handle and pushed a button just underneath the switch. The weapon clicked and sputtered as all the energy gathered inside of it began to fade away. And just like that, the danger had passed, leaving only a harmless hunk of meta behind.

"I..." Leo murmured, starting at the once deadly machine in front of them. He backed away a few steps, his whole body shivering as tears began to roll down his cheeks. "What w-was I thinking? How'd I let everything get this far? M-Mysterion-"

Kenny closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms tight around Leo's shaking frame. Tears of his own started sliding down his face, and he had to bite back a sob when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him too. The two of them clung to each other tightly, crying so hard it was difficult to breath. They held each other like...

Well, like the world had almost ended.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Leo was crying, sounding small and scared and helpless. There weren't any traces of Chaos left in his voice, and it hurt to hear him sound so broken. He hadn't sounded like this for a very, very long time.

Kenny started to rub soothing circles on his back, his voice soft and reassuring. "Let it out, sweetheart I'm here. You're going to be okay, I promise. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

"You should h-hate me." Leo said, his voice muffled against Kenny's shoulder. "Wh-Why don't you hate me?"

"Because you did the right thing in the end." Kenny pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. He reached up to take the helmet off Leo's head, revealing his beautiful, tear-stained face. Kenny leaned in and kissed the ragged scar over his eyelid, smiling when he heard Leo gasp softly. "Because even after all this time, you never stopped being my Leo."

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shipsdoctorforhire · 3 years

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Penname: Morphy

Pronouns: they/them

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Taken Or Single: single as Kraft American and twice as cheesy

Three Facts.

My dad’s side of the family is Lithuanian-American (our non-Anglicized surname was Ciesnauskas). Sadly, so far as I know we don’t really have any distinctly Lithuanian family traditions or anything.

I dislocated my right shoulder in my freshman year of college, and realigned it myself because I was too freaked out by the sensation and too anxious to call any more attention to myself by leaving band practice.

I used to take lessons in Irish dance when I was younger, but had to stop in high school due to both financial reasons, and the fact that the new person running the studio only wanted folks interested in competitions.

Experience.

Platforms Used: Tumblr & sometimes Discord (tried out RP on Facebook and DeviantArt, but the formats just weren’t for me)

Muse Preference: for me to write, I assume? if so, then: gentle giants with a protective streak (*gestures at all of Percy lmao*), survives!AUs, rough exteriors with hearts of gold, deeply caring/compassionate folks who have difficulty sharing their own fears/worries/issues/etc, working through redemption arcs

Gender: for muses? typically male, sometimes nonbinary; it’s been literal years since I’ve written a female muse (nothing against them or those who write them, of course! you guys are all fantastic!)

Least Favourite Face(s): you mean like faceclaims? if so, then...I dunno that I really have a ‘least favorite’?? there’s nothing wrong with picking a famous actor or whatever for your muse, i don’t much care tbh

Multi or Single: at the moment all my own blogs are single-muse blogs; when it comes to RPing with others, both are fine of course!

Fluff / Angst / Smut.

Fluff: Fluff is wonderful, but I generally prefer to just pepper it into threads rather than having a pure fluff thread. It doesn’t have to be paired with angst necessarily, tho I do love me some delicious hurt/comfort; it can just be, like, downtime while muses are waiting for something to happen or whatever, some drops of plot/framing to push the thread forward so it doesn’t feel stagnant or repetitive.

Angst: Angst is also wonderful, in the sense that I enjoy writing it. Basically all my muses have some level of pain in their past, and/or are dealing with difficult current situations, so there’s a lotta gold in them angst mines. It can also be a way to deepen or alter a bond between muses.

Smut: And smut is wonderful as well; tho I’m ace AF, I quite like writing smut. Like with angst and fluff, it can be a way to explore certain facets of a muse/a relationship that may or may not have come up before, and can deepen or alter the muses’ bonds with each other.

Plot / Memes: I’m down for both/either!

Tagged by: the lovely @sonofirishseas!

Tagging: anyone who wants to!

#ooc #about morphy

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kotofvi · 4 years

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THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all have witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

Mun Name: Leo Age: 27 Contact: IM, Inbox, Disco

Character(s) I rp: Canon: Shiro, Sebastian, Dirk, Kyoya, Kurama, Nelliel, Maka, Dwicky. OCs: Hades, Google, Emogene, Dominic, Seirios, Iso, Felix, Reeves, Nyx, Zeru, Ren, Charlie, Dakota, Nemo, Bluejay, Koko, BD, Raven, Cora, Sammie, Lucie, Poppie, Ollie, Alphie, Bambi, Abbigail, Hiraeth, Bonnie, Rei, Rory. Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(for MM): Nelliel, Shiro, Rei, Bonnie, Hiraeth. Current Fandom(s): Bleach, V/LD, Naruto. (I’m not deeply involved in the fandoms themselves anymore.) Fandom(s) you have an AU for: Uhhhhh.. I basically have an AU for any fandom if I know it well and am asked for it. My language(s): English. (I’m learning other languages but I don’t RP in them unless it’s just a sentence or two.) Themes I’m interested in for rp: Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for: Modern, Mythology, Medieval.

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. (I legit love all lengths, tbh, it’s more so with one-liners I tend to lose interest if there’s no substance to further it.) Asks can be send by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?: YES / NO only by Mutuals?: YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck. Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?: YES / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. (I’ve admittedly been v busy, so if you’re fine with me takin’ forever-- YES) Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?: YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. How long do you usually take to reply?: 24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) (It really depends here.) / duplicates / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / au-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or occ?: IC / OOC.(I post more IC, but the gaps between IC and OOC make it seem like there’s more OOC at times???) Are you selective with following others?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. (This is entirely because half the fandoms some of my muses come from are absolute shit so I have to be careful.)

Best ways to approach you for rp/plotting: IM or Inbox-- tbh, Just kick my inbox in and screech that you wanna plot/rp with me so long as you’re a mutual. I’m honestly so laid back?? Sure, it might take me a minute but this is entirely because IRL things and not because I’m putting anyone off.

What expectations do you hold towards your plotting partner: Having fun? Having ideas? I guess, just, mutual interest? I mean, I’m here to write! I’m here to have fun! If you’re not interested in that much alone then?? I guess bye?? ‘Cause I’ll become very annoying to anyone who doesn’t have an interest purely because I’ll randomly ambush my partners with excitement and ideas.

When you notice the plotting is rather one-sided, what do you do?: Oh I’ll just straight up ask if they want to continue the thread or start a new one! I mean, I get it, you can lose interest or otherwise just not feel it anymore and that’s fine! If you’re not interested in that particular thread, then no worries, we can always start more! If you’re just being one-sided in general, however?? I’m not gonna be interested at all and I’ll likely tell you as such.

How do you usually plot with others, do you give input or leave most work towards your partner?: Normally it’ll just happen? I’ll do my “Hey what if they ___” thing and then a rapid bombardment of inquiries and excitement later, there is a thread. It’s usually mutual, the involvement of creating this plot, but sometimes it’s just me being excited and them being excited and then suddenly BAM THERE BE THREADS. S’all good over here!

When a partner drops the thread, do you wish to know?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: I mean?? I’d like to know, yes! But I get that sometimes it’s incredibly anxiety ridden trying to tell someone that you’ve lost interest in a thread. It’s alright if you don’t tell me, but if you can muster up the courage to do so I’d appreciate it! I’m not gonna be upset at you for losing interest/muse in a thread! If I cared deeply about the story, I might poke at you and then you can tell me?? Either way it’s fine and tbh, I don’t mind. However, please let it be known that you can take forever on a reply as well so don’t worry about just hoarding a draft too! Tbh, I had someone reply to a thread literally a year later and I was still excited for it! - What should your partner do when dropping a thread?: Just shoot me an IM or hell, make a list of threads you’re dropping and tag me in it??? Which ever! Or don’t even tell me at all, whatever works for you sugar!

What could possibly lead you to drop a thread?: Hmn, being overwhelmed-- I tend to accumulate a lot of drafts and 90% of them are long so sometimes I’ll drop a thread or two to help myself get by. Also lack of muse/interest is a factor. I won’t drop a thread purely out of being overwhelmed unless I just can’t muster up the muse to respond to it. - Will you tell your partner?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. Sometimes I get overwhelmed myself and I’ll drop a thread, forget to tell my partner, etc. Other times I’ll tell them before I even delete the draft!

Is communication in the rpc important to you? YES / NO. - And why?: Yes and no~ Yes primarily! I get that others can take a minute to muster up the courage to talk to others and would just prefer to keep things to a few sentences at first! However, I can and will ambush you with conversation and interest nonetheless. Because communication is important. If you’ve got something you wanna say to me, say it! I’m here for it! - Are you okay with absolute honesty, even if it may means hearing something negative about you and/or portrayal?: Yup! If you’ve got an issue or something that might come across as criticism to say, say it! Civil discussion is absolutely wanted here and I would like to work out any issues you may have with me or my portrayal. - Do you think you can handle such situation in a mature way? YES / NO.

Why do you rp again, is there a goal?: To write and have fun! To explore in depth the characters I create or take on! I mean, c’mon, lbr here-- my gremlin ass muses require some more in depth speculation and investigation into their characters! I love the creativity, the world building, the constant drive to do better and to make others feel something from words alone. The capability to rend emotion from another living being simply from reading and reacting to something I created is amazing and I want to make others cry, laugh, smile and think. I want to create.

Wishlist, be it plots or scenarios: Oh man, there’s an endless supply of things I’d like to do! I want to explore the depths of my muses’ histories more?? Like Shiro, I want to write out the things he must’ve seen, felt, experienced. How Nelliel was when she was alive, how Shiro fared in the Arena when he wasn’t fighting, Seb’s life torn between the various throws of data and reality-- there’s so much! And ALL THE AU’s!!!! All of them!!!

Themes I won’t ever rp / explore: Sure, I work with a lot of darker themes like torture, gore, etc-- but I will not write Rape, sexual abuse, nor will I write child loss.

What Type of Starters do you prefer / dislike, can’t work with?: I can work with most starters! However, if I’m randomly given a starter that I can’t work with for the muse selected, I’ll inform the person who wrote it! I appreciate the effort given but don’t expect me to be able to reply to every random starter given! Sometimes, they don’t even show up in my tag.

What type of characters catch your interest the most?: Okay, I’m a sucker for the underdogs, aggressive folks and the villains. I’m not even going to try and lie and say I don’t immediately look at the Aizens and Kenpachis and go ah yes, those fucking gremlins, give me ten. I also love the background characters? The side characters in a show that seem so unimportant but have a crucial role? I love characters that have such an obscure involvement that you have to stop and ask why and how their involvement was crucial. I also love the soft beans? The ones who are so hyped with positivity and gleaming interest that they just can’t be ignored?? But then turn around and whoop some poor sap’s ass with that sparkle sparkle smile. Also love the upstanding moral types that also acknowledge that some things can’t be avoided and that morality is a grey area dependent on the perceptions of the individuals themselves.

What type of characters catch your interest the least?: Hmn-- I guess the kind that don’t seem to have much substance to them? The ones that are just uncharacteristically too kind. Yes, I love the overwhelmingly positive types but?? Also?? The ones that are too kind and without flaw just?? Don’t strike me as interesting. Also the ones that are just cruel for some obscure reason just to give them a reason to be villains. I mean I understand but also?? Villains don’t have to have a reason?? They can be cruel just to be cruel. Idk that’s always just been a thing with me.

What are your strong aspects as rp partner?: I guess that I’m fairly laid back? I don’t mind if you take 10 years to reply, I’m going to get excited if you message me with some random idea, I’m not going to be bothered by any ideas you suggest?? I can also sometimes give u doodles?? I don’t have time to doodle a lot but sometimes, once in a blue moon, you’ll get a random offering of doodled booty for ur blessing. Also gonna hit you up with random HCs, ideas, threads, etc?? Always?? Idk, I’m not too good at thinking about positive aspects of myself lmfao.

What are your weak aspects as rp partner?: Hnnn, I’m too laid back at times. I take too long to reply and I’m busy af IRL. I’m often goaded into being irritated by some asshole or another so I can come off aggro af too when I don’t mean to be. Sometimes I can get overwhelmed and disappear for a week, other times I can end up overwhelming someone else by being too excited? I tend to watch how much I do and say because I feel like I might come off as smothering and am too used to being shut down and told to shut up so I just don’t?? Do anything sometimes. I’m also not very good at initiating contact sometimes so I tend to go days and weeks without speaking to others.

Do you rp smut?: YES / NO. Do you prefer to go into detail?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. Are you okay with black curtain?: YES / NO. - When do you rp smut? More out of fun or character development?: Usually only if it’s developmental for the characters involved. Sometimes it’s just fun to do! It really depends on the characters involved + if I have any muse in general for it. - Anything you would not want to rp there?: ???? Kinda vague, Idk? I mean if I don’t wanna rp somethin’ I’ll say so.

Are ships important to you?: YES / NO. Would you say your blog is ship-focused?: YES / NO. Do you use read more?: YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Are you: Multi-Ship / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship — Multiverse / Singleverse. - What do you love to explore the most in your ships?: The relationship, the depth of two muses who can be wildly different or even similar. The multifaceted involvement of others to that relationship, the angst, the arguments, the sad moments along with all the happy things and how hard one might try while the other is cold-- etc. I don’t just want happy dates and sunshine, that’s not how relationships work after all! - What is your smut tag?: Kettledrums

Are you okay with pre-established relationships?: YES / NO. - And what kind of ones?: I like a lot of pre-established relationships! However, I can be a tad wary of child muses? Aka: The ones who are children of one of my muses. Reason being, sometimes even I don’t know how they’d raise a child so the muse in question would be off putting to me because it’s out of my realm. Beyond that, I’m down for just about everything!

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- What could possibly make your Muse interesting towards others, why should they rp with this particular character of yours now, what possible plots do they offer?: Since I have so many damn muses, I’mma just go with Shiro for all of this-- I suppose what they could find interesting is his very multifaceted dynamic as a soldier, human, technical non-human (Zombae), war worn, space exploring person. He can be rainbows and sunshine but also can suddenly become incredibly aggressive and cold. He’s not one or the other, he’s all and everything that he’s learned and encompassed while still remaining fragile and human in the end. Writing with him can be inspiring and can be soul wrenching, depending on the thread. As for plots, dude your character could be in space in one thread if the otherwise couldn’t be. There’s so many ways to go about writing with him?? He’s such an amazing character and the plots he can be instilled in are almost limitless with just his main verse.

- With what type of Muses do you usually struggle to rp with?: Hmn-- I guess the main one I have issues injecting him into place with would be the ones who are strictly non-tech oriented?? I mean, I can still have him there but getting him to fit is just?? Really difficult. Also with people who RP villains of his fandom and expect him not to be volatile. I’m sorry, but if you’re writing a S.endak or a Z.arkon-- you’re not going to get roses and butterflies with Shiro, plain and simple. If that’s something you can’t accept then don’t approach him with those muses. - With what type of Muses do they usually work well with?: He works really well with most anyone! So long as one goes into it knowing he can be hostile with soldiers, Galra, etc; then he can be used no matter what. He’s one of my most capable muses that doesn’t have much of an issue when it comes to responding.

- What interests your Muse(s) in general: Space, mechanics, biomedical engineering, people, freedom, fighting for a cause, flowers, his mother, violin, cats, sparring, getting stronger, constellations, nebulae, engineering, literature, alien languages, cooking. - What do they desire, is their goal?: The safety of others, the freedom of others, the ability to choose, hope-- he wants to make sure those he cares for and all others are free and safe from the Galra take over. - What catches their interest first when meeting someone new?: How they look at him. If they show signs of pity, of fear, he tends to walk away from any possible meeting with them. Otherwise, their appearance is what first catches his eye. How they dress, how they respond to him, how they talk and if he can make them crack a smile with an awkward joke. - What do they value in a person?: Hope, Strength, Loyalty, Purpose, Honesty, Patience. - What themes do they like talking about?: Shiro’s more of a listener than a talker, but honestly he’ll talk about anything of interest and question anyone’s as well to get them to talk about it. It’s what makes conversation with him easygoing most of the time. - Which themes bore them?: Himself. He’ll try to avert any conversation about himself if it’s too personal or too close to something. It’s not so much that it bores him but that type of talk is reserved for those insanely close to him. Also talk of command bores the FUCK out of him. He’s never been one to really like rank.

- Did they ever went through something traumatic?: So. Fucking. Much. Between being a prisoner of a war he was never involved with to being told he was a leader of a rebellion for said war, being a prisoner in the Arena and forced to fight and kill others, being held down and sedated as he tried to warn the others, DYING-- this boy has been thru too much. - What could possibly trigger them?: Certain noises, textures, Galra, medical equipment, certain lighting. - What could set them off, enrage them?: Galra, someone protecting him. - What could lead to an instant kill?: Any bloodlust towards him or those he cares for. Most of the time, he has this under control and tries to be merciful, give them a chance; but sometimes, especially during an episode; there’s no stopping him from gunning for someone’s throat if they had any intent to harm another or himself.

- Is there someone /-thing they hate?: Z.arkon, S.endak, L.otor, H.aggar, Druids, himself a lot of the time. - Is there someone /-thing they love?: The paladins, space fam in general, his mother, his friends, people in general.

Is your Muse easy to approach?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?: Just approach him? Honestly, Shiro’s one of the easiest persons to converse with and get near. That doesn’t mean his guard is dropped, but he’s very easy going a lot of the time outside of battle. So long as you have a reason to approach him (even simpler ones like: his appearance, his arm, etc) then you’re set. - Where are they usually to find?: Oof, honestly? Anywhere. Space, Earth, other places-- he’s constantly on the move. If you want a set place, just say somewhere on Earth and I can work with that.

Something you may still want to point out about your muse?: Shiro is certainly easy to get along with, but he is not without flaw or issue. He has a plethora of issues even after the fall of the Galra Empire. He’s not without his scars, physical and otherwise. Approaching him is easy but getting close to him is not. Don’t expect him to be an open book. Just because he can talk about war, battle, fighting with a straight face doesn’t mean he wasn’t effected by it. He has suffered greatly and it will show the closer you get to him.

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by: @skyvar [ <3 ] Tagging: IF YOU WANNA PARTAKE IN THIS INSANITY, PLEASE DO AND TAG ME IN IT SO I CAN READ IT!!!

#Thx Snow I'm dying now #I think I just filled my word quota that I didn't even have #Dash Games;#Long post //#Shiro;#Shiro Tidbits;#But tbh this was fun to do!!

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master-sass-blast · 5 years

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Found Family Part Four: Nathan “Cable” Summers.

This might just be the single best fic I’ve ever written. Holy shit.

Summary: An over view of your relationship with Nathan “Cable” Summers. Has tie ins with Myshka and Dig the Needle In, set before Rubber Meets Road.

Rating: T for adult language, mention of abuse, injuries, and death, and angst.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader and Nathan Summers x Wade Wilson.

This the fourth installment of a mini-series I’ve been working on! Check out the first three parts here: Wade, Neena, The Three Teens.

A massive thank you to the amazing @leo-writer for reading over this for me and reassuring me that it is, in fact, good.

Tag List: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie (if you want to be added to the list, DM me or drop me an ask).

(X-Force Rap lyrics found here.)

Nathan Charles “Cable” Summers is an enigma. A grumpy, gun-toting enigma with a techno-organic arm, eye, and various miscellaneous parts.

He spends most of his time with Wade despite the fact that he seems just as annoyed by the merc’s antics as everyone else. He spends his time either working with the X-Men or working on his mission to unfuck the Earth. Given the amount of coffee he downs on daily basis, you’re not sure when he sleeps.

He also wears bifocals when he reads, practices yoga and meditation, and has a vegetable garden that he lets the students at the Institute help him with.

Nathan Charles “Cable” Summers is… weird.

***

You meet him for the first time shortly after your arrival at the Institute.

“This is one of our training rooms,” Charles explains as he gives you the grand tour of the place. “We do require our residents to under go basic mutation control training for safety purposes.” He wheels towards a man with gray hair and a metal arm. “This is Cable. He’ll be your training mentor for the time being.”

Cable turns, techno-organic eye glowing orange as he looks you over. “You have any experience with sparring?”

You blink. “Uh… no.”

“Firearm handling?”

“Not… really.”

He nods. “We’ll start with those tomorrow.”

You stare after him as he turns and walks away, seemingly satisfied with the conversation –or lack thereof, really. What in the actual fuck?

***

So, Cable –as it turns out—isn’t nearly half as intimidating as he looks.

He’s gruff and grumpy, yeah, but it makes sense after you get the thumbnail version of what happened to his family and how he ended up here from Colossus and the Professor. And he doesn’t talk much, but it’s because he genuinely prefers being quiet. More than that, actually, he doesn’t like having to carry the conversation; he’s more than happy to just let you talk all you want and only chime in occasionally.

He’s especially hard to take seriously after you catch him working in his garden while wearing a pair of hot pink Crocs.

You can’t help but cackle. “Where the fuck did you get those!”

“Wilson got ‘em for me,” he grunts.

“And you’re wearing them because?”

“They’re comfortable. Wash easy. No sense in throwing them away or wasting them.”

You shake your head as you chuckle. What a dork.

***

Firearm training goes well. Cable is scrupulous about firearm safety; you don’t even get to take your first shot before you can break down a gun and put it back together and recite the rules of responsible gun handling in your sleep.

Sparring and trying to train your powers, on the other hand…

“You’re breaking form again,” Cable says, stopping his swing before it can gain any momentum. “You’re liable to get hurt if you keep flinching away from everything.”

“I know, I know; I’m sorry.”

“I’m not looking for you to apologize. I’m trying to help you avoid hurting yourself.”

“Sor—” You cut yourself off with a grimace and try to keep your hands from shaking. “Right. Let’s… let’s try again.”

Cable doesn’t go back into his sparring stance, though. He puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head back as he regards you. “You got beat on, didn’t you.”

It’s not a question.

You swallow hard and look away. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and nudges you towards the edge of the ring. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“For a walk.”

***

You wind up in the kitchen. The room’s empty, save for the two of you.

You frown as Cable pulls out the cookie jar from its carefully hidden spot in the cupboard over the toaster. “What are you doing?”

“Mentoring. That, and I’m hungry. You want milk?”

You nod, carefully seating yourself at the counter. “I didn’t, uh, take you for a, uh, sweet stuff sort of guy.”

“Don’t have sugar in my time,” Cable says as he pours two glasses of milk. “Was bitching about it when I first came here, then Wade told me to shut the fuck up, enjoy it if I wanted to, and focus on using my energy for productive shit.” He pauses, then smirks. “And then he listed about twenty things that weren’t productive in the least.”

“Sounds like Wade,” you agree with a laugh. You pick a cookie from the jar, then dunk it into your milk before popping it in your mouth. “You know, for all that you seem to be annoyed by him, you spend a lot of time with him.”

“Wilson’s practical. We have similar worldviews. And when he’s not being an ass, he’s funny.” He shrugs. “I like him.”

You blink, then take the opportunity to play wingman for your best friend. “He likes you too, you know.”

Cable snorts. “Believe me, I know. He’s not exactly subtle.”

“So you’re just… letting him do his thing?”

“Wade’s got his own shit to work out first,” he says with a shrug. “He lost his girlfriend; he’s still grieving.”

“And you aren’t?”

Cable grimaces. “My wife and daughter are alive. Even if I can’t see them, I can build a better world for them. And that doesn’t necessarily stop me from loving. But Wade isn’t ready for that. And if he decides he is, at some point, I’ll be here.”

You smile. “Wow. That’s really romantic.”

He grunts. “I’m not romantic.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re a big softie.”

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“Not.”

“Are.”

He huff and shakes his head, corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk. “Whatever, kid.”

You take another cookie and focus purposefully on your glass of milk as you dunk it. “So, uh, why’re we here instead of training?”

“You’re not gonna be able to train properly until you stop being afraid of being hit,” Cable says bluntly. “The way I see it, that’ll be easier for you if you actually trust me.”

You frown and glance up at him. “So, what, we’re… bonding?”

“Yep.”

Weird… but not bad.

You help yourself to another cookie. “Okay.”

***

The two of you don’t operate the way you and Wade do.

First, Wade is about ten thousand times crazier than Cable will ever be. Second, you and Wade are basically best friends; between the larger age gap between you and Cable and his vastly different personality, the two of you just don’t mesh the same way you and Wade do.

But you do connect. The two of you train together, tell each other about various parts of your lives. He teaches you first aid and some basic home maintenance skills, you teach him about which memes mean what and what Wade means when he uses them –which is basically a history lesson for Cable since he’s from the future, but whatever. It’s symbiotic.

You learn about each other. It’s progress.

***

Your training, however, is not progressing.

You drop down onto your knees on the training mat and grab at your hair. “Fuck!”

Cable kneels down next to you, ignoring the multiple sets of eyes looking in your direction as he puts a steadying hand on your shoulder. “Hey, easy. Deep breaths.”

“I can’t do it.”

“You’re right, because you’re panicking. Come on, in through your nose, out through your mouth.”

You ignore him in favor of biting on the inside of your cheek so you don’t cry. “Fuck, why am I such a fucking failure?”

Cable stays quiet for a moment, then pulls you to your feet. “Come on.” He walks you to a quiet hallway and has you sit down on the nearest bench.

You swipe at your nose with the back of your sleeve. “Sorry.”

“Got nothing to be sorry for. Just focus on calming down.”

“I just really wanna get this fucking right.”

“You’re not going to until you stop expecting yourself to fail,” Cable says, to the point as ever. “It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. And I doubt you’ll get past that until you process more of your childhood trauma.”

You grimace. “I’d really rather not.”

“Christ, what is with this century’s hang up on not working through emotions?” Cable grumbles.

“Yeah, because travelling back in time to murder a child is the pinnacle of working through emotions,” you fire back, too upset and pissy to be concerned with being nice.

“Touché,” he grunts as he sits down next to you.

You sniffle and do your best to dry off your face with your sleeves. “I just… I’m trying. I really am.”

“I know.”

“It’s just… it’s scary,” you admit quietly. “I know you’re not gonna hurt me –not really, anyway, though I’m not fond of the idea of getting hit by your metal fist—but it’s still just… scary.”

“I know. But the only way out is through.”

You shake your head. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can. You’re capable. And you need to.”

You shake your head again, throat constricting as more tears threaten to spill. “I can’t. Maybe with the hand-to-hand stuff, but not with my powers.”

Cable cocks his head to the side as he looks at you. “What’s the difference?”

You fidget with the hem of your shirt. “I’ve… I’ve killed people before with my powers. On accident. I was a kid; I didn’t know how to control them.”

“Jesus Christ,” Cable groans.

“I can’t –I can’t do that again, I can’t—”

“Okay, okay.” He puts an arm around you and squeezes your shoulders as you try not to cry too loudly. “Let’s be done for today.”

“No—”

“Yes. You’re not in the headspace to train right now. We’ll do something else.”

“Like what?”

He shrugs. “Wilson keeps telling me I need to try Taco Bell.”

You snort. “So we’re going from exercising to diarrhea central. Talk about lifestyle whiplash.” You glance over at him. “You know you’re gonna hate it, right?”

“I figured as much.” He stands and nudges your shoulder. “Come on.”

***

(For the record, Cable actually likes Taco Bell.)

***

Unfortunately, word of your little “meltdown” in the training room spreads during your Taco Bell excursion. By the time you get back, the entire mansion knows about your struggles, and some of the X-Men decide that an intervention is necessary.

And they’re led by none other than Scott Fucking Summers, because that would be your luck, dammit.

You’ve never wanted to melt into the carpet of Professor Xavier’s office so badly before. Unfortunately –also your shitty luck—turning into a liquid is not within your mutation set.

You do, however, sink back into the chair you’re perched on as much as you can, which helps.

“This is a safety issue!” Scott declares as he glares at Cable. “If Y/N can’t train to control her powers, then she is a danger to everyone in this house!”

Gee, you’ve never heard anything like that before. Not even once –definitely not multiple times a week, by both your parents and various members of the town you grew up in.

“Those glasses come off your face, and you blast a hole through whatever’s in front of you.” Cable shrugs. “Doesn’t seem very controlled to me.”

“Scott has trained to regulate his responses and control,” Ororo points out. “If Y/N can’t control her abilities, her future as a resident does have to be brought into question –to say nothing of her potential future as an X-Man—”

“No one ever said anything about her being an X-Man,” Cable growls. “Just that she needed rudimentary training.”

“All permanent residents at the Institute either work as teachers, healers, or X-Men!” Scott snaps, quickly losing patience as the argument drags on. “We aren’t an open house charity!”

“Self-control, please,” Piotr says, holding his hands up in a calming gesture. “This does not need to escalate.”

“I agree with Mr. Rasputin,” Professor Xavier says, inserting himself into the conversation before Scott can start talking again. “Calm discussion is the goal, here. As for Miss L/N’s residency, she’s here for protective custody, which makes her an automatic permanent resident for as long as she wants to stay.”

Scott’s face creases into a frown. “She’s an adult. She doesn’t need protective custody.”

Professor Xavier glances once at you before clasping his hands together and placing them on his desk. “The details of Miss L/N’s past are for her to disclose at her discretion. However, having consulted with our legal representatives on the matter, I can assure you that protective custody is warranted for this situation.”

“But—”

“The terms of Miss L/N’s residency here at the Institute is a closed issue, Mr. Summers,” the Professor says firmly. “However, the issue of her control training does need to be addressed, if only for the peace of mind of the other residents here.”

You can’t fucking deal with this; you can’t handle listening to them talking about you, let alone the thought of having to explain why you can’t get a grip on your powers—

You start crying.

And, apparently, you aren’t as subtle about it –well, as subtle as you can be with a telepath in the room—because Cable notices almost immediately. He’s by your chair in an instant, clasping your shoulder and telling you to take deep breaths.

“They’re all talking about me like I’m not even fucking here,” you seethe, body trembling as you try to reign in your emotions.

“We’re sorry, Y/N—” Professor Xavier starts.

“No, you’re sorry,” Cable snarls. “Don’t fucking speak for everyone.” He glares at Scott for a moment, then refocuses on you. “Do you want to take the lead?”

You recoil so hard you almost knock over the chair. “No –no. I can’t—”

“Okay, okay. I’ll handle it.”

You frown. “How?”

“I’m your trainer. It’s my job,” he replies with a shrug before standing. “Go on. Go cool off. I’ll take care of things.”

***

After about a half hour of “cooling off” Cable texts you to come down to the training rooms.

He’s there with Wade and Colossus when you arrive. “We just need to run some preliminary tests, so we can get an idea of your starting threshold.”

You freeze right in your tracks. “What—”

“Relax.” He nods his head at Wade. “We worked things out with Xavier; you’re on the X-Force with us. Wade doesn’t care if you run missions or not—”

Wade gives you a thumbs up, confirming what Cable’s saying.

“—so you can train at your own pace.”

You blink, and the nervous knot in your stomach slowly starts to unwind.

Emphasis on slowly.

“But –I haven’t been able to train with anyone yet,” you point out. “Not without freezing.”

Colossus gestures to the training room. “We have robotic simulates for solo training. Normally, they are only used by experienced members –but, with supervision, you can use them as well.”

You peer into the training room; sure enough, there’s a few robotic dummies on the training floor, currently inactive and slumped over.

“Okay… but I’ve never really used my powers… indoors.”

Well, you have, but most of those times ends with lots of broken glass and injured people.

“This room is designed to withstand Phoenix force,” Colossus explains, smiling reassuringly. “I doubt you could do worse than that.”

It’s a fair point. Jean’s one of the most powerful mutants you’ve met; if the training room can withstand her…

“Okay,” you decide, albeit reluctantly. You pad into the training room, then nearly jump out of your skin when the door swishes shut behind you. Relax, Y/N. Don’t be such a wuss.

A speaker crackles to life overhead a couple minutes later. “Okay, testing, one two, testing one-two-three, there once was a lady in Spain—”

There’s a growl and the sounds of a struggle –along with a lot of swearing and complaining from Wade—and then Cable takes over. “Alright, we’ll power up the training bots when you’re ready.”

You take a deep breath before fitting your flight goggles over your eyes. What the hell? May as well go for it. “Let’s rock this show.”

The bots jerk to life, straightening up—

And loud music blasts through the speaker system.

You flinch. “What the fuck?”

“It pays to team up with the franchise namesake!” Wade shouts over the intercom system. “We have our own theme song!”

You listen for a minute, shocked and utterly distracted. “What… on earth?”

“Nuts for luck! Get the party started! Knock you out like Colossus farted!”

You bust out laughing; you can easily picture the consternated expression on Colossus’s face, to say nothing of Wade’s own delighted expression…

Unfortunately, your lapse in focus gives the training bots ample time to cross the distance between you and them.

You yelp when one swipes at you and propel yourself away with a little blast of air. “Fuck!”

“You need to go on the offensive,” Cable instructs over the intercom system. “We won’t get a comprehensive baseline if you don’t.”

“I don’t want to break them!” you shout as you dodge another attack.

“They are meant to be broken,” Colossus reassures you. “Just try your best.”

So that’s what you do. You manage to bat them away from you repeatedly, but apparently ‘meant to be broken’ is some sort of secret code for ‘virtually indestructible.’ No matter what you try, the sparring dummies keep getting back up and attacking you all over again.

One of them manages to grab your arm, and the other two are quick to pile on. They’re heavier than they look, and trying to shake them off amounts to a whole lot of nothing.

You panic. You squirm and thrash in their grip, borderline hyperventilating as you try to free yourself.

You let out at a scream, and a wall of air slams into the sparring dummies. They careen into the walls, cracking in a few places and deactivating as they drop to the ground in short-circuiting heaps.

You drop onto your knees, panting as you brace yourself against the sparring mat.

Applause and raucous cheering –Wade—bursts over the intercom system, accompanied by general grumbling –Cable—and gentle pleas to calm down –Colossus.

Eventually, Cable manages to regain control of the microphone again. “I think we’ve got what we need. You can head out when you’re ready.”

You don’t run out of the training room, but it’s a near thing.

***

You don’t make it far, though. Wade intercepts you in the hall and practically tackles you with a massive hug.

“That was so cool!” he crows as he swings you around in a circle, ignoring your screeches of protest. “Super cinematic!” He sets you down gently –well, as much as Wade does gentle—and claps Cable on the shoulder. “Good thinking, Nate-y!”

You frown. “Wait, who’s—”

But Wade’s already skipping off down the hall, with Colossus following after him, a harried expression on his face, which just leaves you with Cable.

Cable.

You stare at him incredulously, eyes nearly bugging out of your face. “Nate-y?”

He rolls his eyes. “Nathan. My name’s Nathan.”

Which makes a lot more sense, admittedly.

He smirks. “What, did you think my parents actually named me Cable?”

You shrug. “I dunno. White people do weird shit with names.”

He snorts. “Fair enough. Not a trend that dies out in the future, by the way.”

“There’s really no hope for us, is there?” you joke. “So… you got a last name to go with ‘Nathan?’”

“Summers. Nathan Summers.”

The recognition hits like a light going off.

“Is Scott your dad?” you ask, vaguely horrified.

Cable –Nathan—nods. “Yep.”

You blink as you try to process the information. “I’m not sure if I’m weirded out by that… or if I’m just impressed that he actually managed to get laid.”

Nathan laughs. “You know, Wade said the same thing when he found out.”

“Well, that makes sense,” you say with a shrug. “We are siblings, after all.”

***

Training goes much better after that. Nathan has you work with the dummies for a while whenever the training room’s empty. Eventually, he works you up to training with him or Wade in the empty training room, then to sparring while everyone else is in there.

After a while, he greenlights you for missions with the X-Force.

And, shortly thereafter, you throw yourself through a plate glass window, dislocate your knee, crack three ribs, and have to be carried out to the X-Jet by Colossus.

Oops.

***

Fortunately, Nathan doesn’t mind stepping into the role of physical therapist. He helps you get your strength back and ramp up your training regimen in safe, healthy increments.

He also teaches you about the other aspects of recovering from injuries that you failed to learn from childhood.

“Ice is important to reduce swelling and inflammation; too much of either puts strain on the joint,” he says as he props your formerly dislocated leg over his knees. “But what most people forget is that you have to stimulate movement and blood flow in bits and pieces to help the muscles heal.”

“So, what you’re saying is I should run a marathon.”

He gives you look that would appear annoyed if it weren’t for the way the corner of his mouth turns up. “I’m saying ‘gentle massage and stretching.’” He carefully starts working his thumbs into the muscle area around your injured knee. “Not too much, and not too hard. Just enough to start loosening everything up.”

Colossus walks in while Nathan’s massaging your knee. He stops and stares for half a second, seemingly surprised. “Ah –Cable. The Professor would like to speak with you.”

Nathan helps you set your leg back down, then passes an ACE bandage to Colossus as he leaves. “Wrap her leg, will you?”

“Konechno.” He kneels in front of you, gently propping up your knee before unwinding the bandage. He glances up once –twice—to make sure Cable’s gone, then starts wrapping your knee. “So… you and Cable seem… close.”

“It’s just platonic,” you say quickly; it’s not every day the guy you think is cute asks if you’re “close” with someone else. “He’s like a dad to me. Besides, he’s both too old and too young for me and… yeah, no. Not my speed.”

Colossus chuckles as he slowly winds the bandage around your knee. “Fair enough, myshka.”

***

Things progress from there again. You heal, you get back to training and missions, and you improve quite a bit –and don’t throw yourself through anymore plate glass windows.

Then you get outed for using repression serum.

And everything stops.

***

You spend most of your time in your room after returning to the mansion. If you’re not there, you’re outside, at the fringes of Xavier’s property, where you’re unlikely to hurt anyone. You hike around in the small wooded area, run the trails, and generally keep away from everyone.

Nathan finds your preferred hiding spot after a few days –a tree stump that’s had the space underneath it hollowed out by animals and the weather. He sighs when he sees you. “You can’t hide from everyone forever.”

“I have to,” you choke out between sobs. “There’s no place for me here anymore.”

“Kid—”

“Don’t fucking ‘kid’ me! I’ve killed people; I’m a monster!” You level your index finger at him, baring your teeth as he looks down at you sadly. “And don’t give me that shit about how I was just protecting myself as a kid. I killed twenty people when I stole the repression serum from Harmony. I’m a murderer.”

“Just because the X-Men have a no killing policy doesn’t mean accidents don’t happen—”

“It wasn’t a fucking accident!”

He purses his lips and gives you a hard look. “You chose to kill men who decided they had the right to kill other people.”

“It doesn’t make a difference!”

“Yes, it does!” he snaps. “You went after shitstains that side with the likes of Klansmen and Nazis. I came back in time to kill a kid who was terrified after being abused his whole life because he’d grown up into an asshole that killed my family. If you’re a monster—” he points at you “—then so am I.” He taps his index finger against his chest. “And if you want to technical about the body count, you’re nowhere near me or Wilson. You gonna call us monsters, too?”

You shake your head after a long moment. “No.”

“Then you don’t get to do it to yourself.” His expression softens, and he holds out a hand to you. “Kid, c’mon. You deserve better than hiding out here or in your room.”

You stare at him with watery eyes for a long moment, then take his hand.

He pulls you out from underneath the stump and into a hug. He gently smooths your hair out as you cry and brushes your hair off your back. “You’re not a monster. The choices you made may have not been the right ones, but you’re not a monster.”

You just shake and sob in his arms, unable to speak.

Eventually, when you calm down, Nathan has you sit up so he can pull some tissues out of his fanny pack –utility bag, whatever. “Dry yourself off, kid. Those men aren’t worth your tears.”

You shake your head as you wipe off your face. “I can’t think like. It’s too easy to be angry.”

Nathan regards you for a moment. “You’re incredibly strong, you know that? I knew soldiers who went through half the shit you did, and they were some of the most bitter, hateful people I knew.”

“War and a sucky childhood are two different things.”

“Yeah, but war and abuse both break people, and you haven’t let it break you.”

You blow your nose and let out an exhausted sigh. “I feel pretty broken.”

“You’ll get there. Give yourself time.” He lets you calm down for a couple more minutes before leveling the boom you knew was coming. “You need to get back to training.”

You shake your head automatically. “No. I can’t –I can’t kill anyone again.”

“We’ll start you off on the dummies again—”

“I’m stronger without the serum; I could still hurt people, or bring part of the mansion down, or—”

“You’re not stronger than a cosmic entity at full strength,” Nathan interrupts, adamant. “I know you’re scared, but the longer you stay away from this, the worse it’s gonna be.”

“I can’t,” you whimper, tears coming back. “I can’t do it.”

“You can. You’ve done it before, and you can do it again. Look, you trusted me to help you the first time, right?”

You nod.

“Then trust me now. I’ve had plenty of time to watch your powers and watch you use them. You’re smart. You learn fast. You’re a fucking natural. You managed to correct your landings in a handful of weeks. You’ll get the rest of your powers dialed in.”

You try to swallow the lump around your throat and sniff pitifully. “But what if I really can’t? What if there’s something wrong with me that makes it impossible for me to control my powers?”

“Then you need a different kind of help, not training,” Nathan says simply. “But the Professor taught Jean how to control an omnipotent, several millennia old cosmic entity, and you’re a lot more stubborn than Jean is.”

You manage a weak smile. “I am pretty stubborn, aren’t I?”

“Damn right.” Nathan smiles back, then stands and holds out a hand to you. “Come on.”

You hesitate. “Everyone else is safer if I’m out here.”

“Debatable. Besides, you deserve to be around the people you love and love you.”

You let out a shaky breath, then take his hand.

***

It’s hard. And slow. Two of your least favorite things.

Nate’s with you every step of the way, though –and he listens to Alyssa’s recommendations about how to desensitize you to the training room all over again. The two of you start with just hanging out in the room –with and without other people in there—without doing anything else, then move on to training with weights or the punching bag. It takes three full weeks before you work your way up to training with the dummies.

You’re stronger. A lot stronger. You make Wade let out more than a few choice words over the intercom system as you decimate the X-Men’s collection of training bots over and over again.

“I told you,” Cable says as he helps you stretch before heading in one day. “You’re good. You’re powerful.”

“I don’t want to be powerful,” you mutter as you bend down to touch your toes. “I never asked to be powerful. And I—” you let out a strained laugh “—I don’t give a shit that other mutants would kill for my strength or abilities or what-fucking-ever. I never asked to be this way.”

“You don’t have to give a shit about their opinions. A lot of soldiers wanted my simulated abilities and added strength, thought I was lucky that I had a limb that wouldn’t bleed out. All this virus has ever caused me is pain.”

You straighten up and look at him directly. “You don’t think I’m being ungrateful?”

Nathan shrugs. “Don’t think ‘ungratefulness’ has much to do with it. Being the way you are has caused you a lot of problems and pain. It’s natural that you don’t like it.”

You let out a little sigh of relief and drop your forehead against his human shoulder. “Thanks, Nate.”

He pats your back gently with his human hand. “Anytime, kid. Anytime.”

***

It takes you a bit, but you eventually realize that you hadn’t been kidding or speaking empty words when you’d told Piotr that Nathan was like a dad to you.

He is like a dad to you. He gives you advice and helps you train and generally acts as a silent, comforting, familial presence whenever you’re flipping out about various things. He learns how to cook with you and about how to exist in the real world with you and teaches you about shooting a gun, fighting, and what a proper budget looks like.

He’s not like Wade, who’s fun and an entire basket of crazy. He’s not like Piotr, who doesn’t challenge you as much and almost never pulls out the tough love that you need to hear from time to time.

He’s more stable than your uncle and more decent than your biological father.

He’s… he’s like a dad to you.

And you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can’t say anything about it to Nathan. You know he has Hope, that he has a real daughter, and you wouldn’t dare insinuate yourself in a space that’s already been filled.

So you train with him and hang out with him and enjoy his gruff companionship, but you don’t tell him what you really think of him.

You can’t.

***

You don’t go on missions.

Until you do.

Against your will, admittedly.

“I can’t fucking be here!” you hiss at Nathan as you attempt to hold back tears of terror.

“None of us have a choice right now,” he says, though not unkindly. “It’s an emergency call, remember? It’s why we got picked up in the middle of getting the damn groceries.”

You pick at the hem of your shirt. “I can’t do it. I’m not ready for it yet.”

“Okay.” He bats your hands away before you can destroy your shirt. “Then you wait in the cockpit until everything’s over, alright?”

You take a deep breath, then nod. “Okay.”

***

The mission goes South –which is shocking, considering that Neena’s on the job, too.

There’s just too many bad guys for your team. Even with Nathan breaking out his “ridiculawesome” gun and Russell using his fire to borderline dangerous levels, the goons just keep crawling out of every possible area.

Neena’s lucky powers are probably the only reason everyone other than Wade isn’t dead yet, you think as you watch everything play out from the jet. You wince when Juggernaut lands a devasting hit on Piotr. “Come on, babe! Kick him in the balls!”

Your chest tightens and your breathing speeds up as you watch the fight fall further South. They can’t do it. They’re going to lose. They’re going to…

You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you open the hangar door before sprinting out of the cockpit. You grab your flight jacket and goggles and throw them on as you dash out of the jet and run towards the fight.

Piotr’s managed to throw –literally, yeet and all—Juggernaut back, stunning the brute momentarily before the helmeted honcho started charging down your little family once more.

You speed up, then launch yourself upwards with a burst of air. You put all your focus into what you’re about to do and let a scream of rage as you sail towards Juggernaut.

He notices you halfway through his charge. “What the—”

You land a few feet away from him and throw your hands forward, sending him hurtling back with the most powerful sustained blast of air you can summon.

Several other of the gun toting villains get caught in the burst of wind as well, sailing away into the air with shrieks of alarm.

Behind you, Wade lets out a jubilant crow. “Fuck yeah! Take that you Bane-wannabe-cocksucker!”

You keep up the torrent of wind, pushing Juggernaut back until he figures out how to brace himself and stops moving.

It’s a stalemate. The unstoppable force versus the immovable object.

“I’m gonna stop the wind!” you shout.

“What?” Wade screams back. “Are you insane?”

“Don’t worry! I’ve got a plan!”

As soon as the wind fizzles out, Juggernaut growls and charges at you once more. “I’m gonna shove you down the metal guy’s throat, you dumb bitch.”

You bare your teeth at him in a scowl and cock your fist back. “Shove this, asshole.” You let him get barely outside of grabbing distance, then swing your fist forward

A sonic boom explodes across the landscape as you accelerate Juggernaut past the speed of sound. His shrieks of terror can be heard in the distance as he sails away, followed by the sounds of total chaos and destruction as he crashes into various trees and building-like objects.

“Holy shit!” Wade pumps both his fists in the air. “She wasted Juggernaut! You wasted Juggernaut! What in the ass, that was so awesome!”

“Fight’s still not over,” Nathan says, but he’s grinning. “We’ve got some drones in the air, and we’ve still got people on the ground to take care of.”

“I got the drones,” you say as you run forward and take off.

***

As soon as the jet takes off, once you all have vanquished your foes, Wade yanks you into a big hug and spins you around. “That was fucking incredible!”

You shriek and laugh. “Put me down! Christ!”

“You did it,” Neena says with a massive grin as Wade puts you down. “You didn’t think you could, but you did.”

Piotr clasps your shoulder gently as he kisses the top of your head. “We are all very proud of you, myshka.”

“I realized I was more scared of losing all you than I was of losing control,” you say with a shaky laugh. “You guys are my family.”

Russell grins. “Seriously. We’re your family?”

You grin back. “Hell yeah! Wade’s my brother, Neena’s my big sister, you, Ellie, and Yukio are basically my cousins, and Piotr’s my future baby daddy.” You favor your –now flustered—boyfriend with a cheeky smile while everyone laughs. “You’re all my family. I… I love all of you.”

“Aw, so sappy! Group hug!” Wade cheers as he yanks you, Russell, and Yukio into a hug.

“Absolutely not,” Ellie grumbles as she quickly retreats to the cockpit.

***

Everything goes well after that.

Except it doesn’t.

Nathan is… oddly distant for the rest of the evening. He barely makes eye contact with you for the rest of the flight, books it off the jet as soon as it lands, and doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the evening.

You’re confused. And hurt. You’d expected –unselfishly—that Nathan would have some sort of… something to say to you after your little “breakthrough.” He’s been so integral in your journey of learning to not be afraid of your powers, and he’s always had some sort of encouragement or praise –or tough love, when the situation called for it—at all your milestones.

You can’t even find him once you’re cleared by Dr. McCoy. He’s a total ghost –one that doesn’t reply to your texts and phone calls, to boot.

“Did I say something?” you ask Wade at one point, nervous to the point you feel like puking. “Something’s wrong, but I don’t know what I did.”

“I don’t know,” Wade says with a grimace. “I’ll see if I can figure something out from him, promise.”

By the time you’re ready –well, need—to go to bed, you still haven’t heard anything from Wade or Nate. You’re so worked up over it that Piotr has to coax you into bed and rub your back to help you calm down.

Which works wonders for him. He’s so tuckered out from his fight with Juggernaut that he falls asleep while rubbing circles up and down your back.

(You think it’s genuinely cute of him.)

You toss and turn next to your snoring boyfriend, replaying the fight and the flight back over and over in your head, searching for any mistake, no matter how miniscule, that might’ve set Nathan off like this.

After what feels like hours –mostly because it’s been hours—Wade texts you.

Bro: Nateys in kitchen. Is willing to talk.

The thought that you don’t want to wake up Piotr is the only reason you don’t sprint out of the room –though you do fly down the stairs.

Wade meets you at the bottom, his mouth set into a deep grimace. “He’s not happy.”

“What did I do?” you ask, borderline panicking. “I’ve been replaying everything in my head over and over, and I can’t think of anything.”

“I know. And I know you didn’t mean anything malicious, but…” He sighs. “He’s hurt. And you need to go make it right –or as right as you can.”

You do your best to fight back the tears that are already stinging your eyes and nod. “Okay. I will.”

Wade gives you a brief, reassuring hug, then nudges you towards the kitchen. “Go on. He’s waiting.”

You can see Nathan seated at the counter, stripping and cleaning one of his guns (he’s put old newspapers down on the counter, which you know Piotr will be grateful for come morning).

He doesn’t look up at you when he walks in.

It takes you nearly three minutes to realize he isn’t going to speak, either; you have to start this. You take a deep breath and clear your throat. “Wade said you were willing to talk things out?”

Nathan just lets out an affirmative grunt.

You scowl in an effort to hold back tears and clench your fists. “Look, Nathan, whatever I did, I’m sorry. But I can’t make this right if you don’t tell me how I hurt you.”

“Nothing to make right,” Nathan bites out as he cleans part of his pistol with more force than necessary. “It’s your choice to make.”

“That doesn’t tell me anything!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up. “Wade said you wanted to talk, you haven’t said otherwise, so talk. I’m not going to apologize for every single thing I can think of in hopes that something will stick.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he spits out, mouth screwing into a pained frown. “I get it. I’m just not a part of your family.”

Your eyes go wide. “What? That’s not—”

The jet.

You’d given everyone on the jet a designation in your “family” –except Nathan.

You’d be smacking yourself upside the head if it wasn’t so obvious how upset he is over all of this.

“Nathan –I didn’t mean—”

“You don’t have to explain it. I understand.”

“No, Nathan, you’ve always been my family—”

“Don’t just lump me under some umbrella term,” he snarls. “I don’t need your fucking pity.”

“Nathan, just shut up and listen for one fucking minute!” you snap, louder than you ought to at this hour. “We’re okay,” you tack on when you hear Wade’s footsteps run towards the kitchen. “We’re fine.”

The footsteps stop, but don’t retreat in the opposite direction.

You sigh wearily and look at Nathan –who’s borderline glaring at you. “You’re like a dad to me, Nathan.” You see his eyes widen at the admission, and quickly move on so you can finish everything you want to say before he can lay into you for tarnishing his daughter’s memory and future existence like you are. “You’re everything I wanted my biological father to be. You’ve been with me on this journey practically every damn step of the way. There is no possible way for me to express just how grateful and thankful I am for your kindness and support and wisdom. If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have gotten out of that jet tonight.”

Nathan just stares at you when you have to pause to wipe your face, expression shocked.

“I know you have Hope,” you say, smiling sadly. “And there’s no way in hell I would ever try to step in on her memory or the bond you have with her. Just because you’re my family doesn’t mean I’m supposed to be yours –not like this, anyway.” You spread your arms in a shrug. “And I’ve come to terms with that. I’m okay with that. I know how much you love Hope; I can’t grudge that for even a single second.”

There are tears coming out of Nathan’s human eye that he doesn’t bother to wipe away. He just stares at you, borderline entranced.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t loop you into everything better on the jet,” you apologize. “I should’ve made a point to include you –called you a grandpa or something, I don’t know—but honestly, I was too strung out on adrenaline to even think of it in the moment. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’m sorry that you did.” You sniff loudly and take in a shaky breath. “I’ve done all I can do… and I think I’m just gonna go to bed now.”

You barely make it two steps towards the hall outside the kitchen before Nathan darts around the counter, grabs you by the arm, and pulls you into a massive hug.

You latch onto him, shocked.

“I can only hope,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “That Hope will turn out even half as kind and as decent as you are now.”

Your lower lip starts trembling in earnest, and you have to bury your face in his shoulder to keep from losing it.

“And I would be honored,” he adds. “To be your dad and call you my kid.”

You let out a little sob and cling to him harder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

The two of you stand there for a while, just holding each other and crying.

When you do part, Wade’s leaning against the kitchen doorframe, looking genuinely misty-eyed—

And further back in the hall is Piotr, looking half-awake at best and adorkably confused. “What is going on?”

“Good stuff, babe,” you reassure him, smiling even as you wipe your cheeks dry. “All good stuff, I promise.”

Nathan nods, agreeing. “We got it all worked out.” He squeezes your shoulder. “Go get some rest, kiddo.”

“Yeah, okay. Love you, dad.” Your voice breaks, and you almost start crying all over again.

Nathan almost does too, if his expression is anything to go by, and he pulls you into another hug. “Love you too, kid.”

A few tears do leak out when he kisses the top of your head, though.

He pats you on the back and lets you go a few moments later. “Go sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Wade trades spots with you as you walk towards Piotr, murmuring something in Nathan’s ear about “told you that was it” as he hugs his boyfriend.

Piotr’s smiling now, seemingly having put the pieces together. He kisses your forehead gently. “Ready for bed, myshka?”

“Yeah.” You yawn. “Will you carry me?”

He chuckles fondly and scoops you into his arms. “Konechno.”

You rest your head against his shoulder and let out a sigh that’s equal parts relief and happiness.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #nathan summers x wade wilson #cablepool #the angst is so good in this one #like i made myself cry while writing it #also this is the reason i did the found family series in the first place #so i'm hella excited over this fic #deadpool fanfiction #x men fanfiction

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This Week in Gundam Wing 15-21 September 2019

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@anaranesindanarie

Arms Race (Ch. 1) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20709938/chapters/49196105

Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker, Trowa Barton, Catherine Bloom, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Long Meilan, Relena Peacecraft, Quatre Raberba Winner, Dorothy Catalonia, Lady Une, Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise

Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell

Arms dealers, AU, Weapons Dealers, Weapons, undercover agents, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, weapons buyers

Duo and Trowa are rival weapon dealers. They are both contacted by the same person who offers a contract to whoever can get to them first. On the way they fight each other, other weapon dealers, and the Preventers. Who will win and who will lose?

@doctormegalomania

You Body’s Poetry (Ch.4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20438891/chapters/49175264

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s), Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker, Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Original Male Character(s)

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Lucrezia Noin, Zechs Merquise, Hilde Schbeiker

Past Relationship(s), Slice of Life, Post-Break Up, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

Long after the wars, long after peace is established the Gundam Pilots discover one immovable fact: Relationships are hard work.

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

Duo’s Sleep Talking Escapades https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187847186429/lemontrash-incorrectgundamwingquotes-duo

Really cute, and then it hurts us at the end.

Duo Maxwell, WuFei Chang, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy, Solo

kuroiyousei

Animal-Handler https://archiveofourown.org/collections/sofa_exchange_2019/works/20289412

Heero Yuy/Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Catherine Bloom, That circus guy, Relena Peacecraft, Heero Yuy, Alex (Gundam Wing), Duo Maxwell, Original Characters (minor roles)

Ambiguous relationship status for main couple(s), Established relationship for main couple(s), Language (general), Pansexual Duo, Pansexual Heero, Pansexual Trowa, Sexuality/sexual references, a/b/o dynamics, Violence, Adventure, Drama, POV: Trowa, AU - Fantasy World, Alternate Universe, Animal Death, (It's a peregrine falcon)

Though the circus has settled in for its winter break, Trowa Barton (acrobat, animal-handler, and werebeast beta) still has his hands full – with a newly acquired lion he’s sure is more than it appears, the return of former romantic partner and current alpha-friend-with-benefits Heero, and tiny niece Relena growing up much too fast.

Fanart/Gunpla/Photo Manips:

@duointherain

https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/187724947409/duo-after-my-fic-lsd

Duo Maxwell

@rx-79bluedestiny

https://rx-79bluedestiny.tumblr.com/post/187807468128/the-hg-oz-06ms-leo-fairly-basic-kit-that-goes

OZ Leos, Wing - Gunpla

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@disturbed02girl

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/187730984670

Relena & Milliardo, Glory of the Losers

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/187730993555

Duo, Deathscythe, Relena, & Dorothy, Glory of the Losers

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/187811090095

WuFei & Nataku, Glory of the Losers

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/187829176535

Quatre Raberba Winner, Glory of the Losers

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/187785708560

Wing Zero, Glory of the Losers

Head Canons:

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/187802445763

Duo’s ‘busy’ work, photo edit/headcanon

Fandom Discourse:

@cynfinnegan

https://cynfinnegan.tumblr.com/post/187843443639/question-for-my-fellow-gundam-wing-fans-im

Chime in about getting 10Q’s mini interviews with the GW VAs!

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187874147849/how-about-heero-for-your-character

Some ‘abouts’ about Heero Yuy, for a meme

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187760539944/quatre-trowa-what-are-you-doing-trowa-helping

Quatre & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187756344161/wufei-on-the-phone-hey-im-already-here-where

WuFei & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187746620175/wufei-youre-drinking-again-trowa-relax-its

WuFei, Trowa, & Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187753083594/noin-one-time-miss-relenas-friend-dorothy

Noin

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187742395708/heero-what-would-you-do-if-you-find-you-have-one

Heero, Quatre, Duo, WuFei, & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187737609771/sharing-a-safehouse-duo-and-trowa-staring-out

Duo, Trowa, & Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187733014815/heero-i-made-coffee-with-an-energy-drink-instead

Heero & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187729480485/wufei-to-the-other-gundam-pilots-amazing-the

WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187722888862/trowa-being-the-cat-whisperer-was-not-the-hot-take

Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187723915789/duo-do-you-ever-say-anything-encouraging-heero

Duo & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187823711113/duo-thanks-fei-i-dont-know-why-everyone-says

Duo & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187832259289/incorrectgundamwingquotes-trowa-screaming-at-the

Trowa (and the gishey fishies)

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187832220374/what-ship-is-rddc-i-dont-think-i-recognize

Relena & Dorothy... and Dorothy’s brows.

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187844389574/incorrectgundamwingquotes

OZ Judge... attempting to judge the boys.

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187846287183/trowa-tooth-fairies-are-a-much-smaller-and

Trowa, WuFei, & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/187852612484/gwkimmy-idlefic-in-my-hypothetical-gundam

Dorothy’s boyfriend Quatre needs his boyfriends.

MoodBoard/Aesthetics:

@notanewtype

https://notanewtype.tumblr.com/post/187795760359/heero-and-trowa-hang-out-in-moody-library-mobile

Heero and Trowa Hang Out in Moody Library - aesthetic

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Rhythm Generation: Shooting Stars, Celebrating 25 Years of Gundam Wing

Meet the Mods https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/186886285283/head-mod-lifeaftermeteor-brittany-has-been-a

Zine Content https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/186791784139/rhythm-generation-shooting-stars-is-an-unofficial

Applications Open! https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/187839314603/gundamzine-applications-are-open-rhythm

@gundam-wing-bingo

Gundam Wingo is a go!

Come and sign up for a card here: https://gundam-wing-bingo.tumblr.com/post/185466400076/gundam-wing-bingo

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, September 27th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/187858876831/never-rub-another-mans-rhubarb-which-finds-a-use

For those going to Pillowfort, find us here.

If anyone has ideas for prompts, PLEASE send them in! Our ask box is always open.

In need of Fall and Winter prompts! Maybe even Halloween/Harvest/Equinox specific ones?

@thisweekingundamevents

Gundam Wing Unorthodox Undercover Work Mini Bang

Mini Bang Timeline: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/186718109915/unorthodox-undercover-mini-bang

Reminder about upcoming deadlines! https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/187624128440/gundam-wing-unorthodox-undercover-work-mini-bang

Hope you’re all doing well!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #15-21 September 2019

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onepumpofsyrup · 5 years

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ON THREE, QUIETLY II Cha Hakyeon II Part 2

On Three, Quietly // Cha Hakyeon // Part 2

VIXX: N

Pairing : N x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words : 1,600+

Summary : Trouble comes and goes for every idol. At times its best to combat it with a well minded publicist. VIXX though, hate their new publicists. She’s bossy, nosey, and seems to care more about her paycheck than them. Her only goal is to prove them wrong. Their goal is for Hakyeon to seduce her into leaving.

(A/N)This story is another huge ass thank you to all of my followers.

Part 2

“Minhee...How much jail time will I get if I drop the VIXX boys off a cliff?” You asked while rubbing the aches behind your neck as you walked down the lengthy hall within Jellyfish Entertainment.

They’d made your first week together complete hell. Hyuk continuously acting a menace, stirring up drama between each boy. Hongbin refusing to work with you on anything, prefering to play what every video game sat in front of him. Taekwoon completely refusing to even engage you in any form of conversation. Jaehwan practiced his highest notes every chance he could get, probably in the hopes of giving you a headache. And their wonderful leader? Refused to do anything about it. Most of the time he would be bickering over one stupid thing after another with the others.

She pursed her lips and ticked off her fingers for a few moments walking quietly beside you and Woon before finally saying, “Are you intentionally dropping them off a cliff? Or are you ‘accidentally’ dropping them?”

“I’ll hide you from the cops.” Woon interjected.

You scoffed, “What does it matter? Either way I’m done with the whole issue.”

“They can’t be that bad,” she stated.

“Can’t be that bad?” you asked incredulously. “Can’t be that bad? I’ve been here a week. Yesterday during a meeting with them they all wore their stupid airpods. When I asked the maknae to take them out he said he didn’t speak broke bitch. He’s a person not a meme! Who do they think they are!? I had to send an email with everything I said during the meeting since they wouldn’t listen to me. Their previous manager has been no help. He just allows them to act like this and caters to their every need.”

“Sounds like you’re in crisis,” She snickered.

“Don’t worry! I’m on my way!” Woon cheered along with her

You glared towards them, “I am not in a crisis. But I am thankful that my lovely team begins today. You and Woon are going to help me get these kids into perfect idol behavior.”

Reaching your destination you looked over at the two behind you. “This will be chaos. Woon, your job is to defuse the situation as quickly as possible. Minhee, you are to document so I know I’m not crazy and these kids really are out of their mind.”

They both looked at you with confusion as you slowly began opening the door.

The chaos was gone. Silence was the only thing to greet you as each boy sat quietly looking down at their own phones.

Woon rolled his eyes, “Chaos huh?”

Your teeth ground together.

Just yesterday they were screaming and yelling at each other.

No one knew how to keep their hands to themselves.

And now they want to behave???

Is this their tactic?Make me think I’m losing my mind?

Make others think I’m losing my mind?

So I have to quit and move to Ireland and farm sheep for the rest of my life in silence!!!!

Your eyes closed as you took a slow deep breath. “Boys,” you greeted, plastering a smile on your face, “I want to introduce you to your new manager and the man who will be the head of your security.”

Hakyeon’s gaze slowly moved up from his phone and over to you. “We’re not interested. We don’t need a change of manager and the security team we currently have is fine.”

“Well,” Woon began, an evil glint in his eyes. “Your past security team has already been moved to another group. So either you take me. Or you just don’t have bodyguards. Which would you rather? Because either way I’m going to get paid. But I’d rather get paid for sitting at home and watching my Thai Lakorns”

Zero reaction from the boys.

“Okay, okay.” Woon shook his head up and down before pulling each boy into a standing position. “I’ll leave you all alone if you can prove you don’t need a bodyguard. Let’s play a little game I like called, ‘shove the pretty boys outside and see who gets eaten by fans first’.” He began poking and prodding the boys towards the door, making a train reaction of each getting pushed out of the room. “Lets go let’s go. My money is on you pretty boy, what’s your name? They call you Leo right? You’ll get eaten so fast. You look like you have zero survival skills.”

A slight tick formed in Taekwoon’s eye as he glared back at Woon. Displeased to be called out.

The descent down the hall quickly turned to chaos as it dawned on each boy what was happening.

Limbs flailed everywhere as each boy fought to return back to the room. “I’m not going outside! Unless someone is planning to buy me dinner.” Jaehwan cried, actively fighting to get away from Woon dominating presence.

“No one is buying you dinner until you can prove you don’t need me,” he answered. “If pretty little Leo doesn’t get eaten I’ll buy you whatever you want to eat. On your lovely publicists dime of course.” The last sentence was added quietly so only you could hear. He was rewarded with a snarl.

Like hell I’m buying any of them dinner.

I’m not rewarding their behavior.

They want to act like children.

Fine.

I’ll treat them like children.

No fun outings until they can be nice.

“Hey, what they heck! You can’t just shove us around.” Wonshik whined pushing back towards the rooms.

Woon had the gall to look shocked, again blocking their escape back to the room. “Oh, I can’t? Because it seems like I am.”

“Enough!” Hakyeon boomed. “This is stupid. We know the building is surrounded by fans. We know what will happened. You don’t need to prove a point like this.”

“If you know what’s going to happen, if you know you need a bodyguard, then maybe don’t be so freaking rude next time. Yeah?” Minhee stated, shaking her head at each boy. “You should be ashamed of yourselves. Being so rude to people that are happy to be helping you. What would your mothers say? Hmm? Miss (Y/L/N) left her position to help you improve your image and she says you’ve been nothing but difficult.” Each boy began to protest. “You can’t defend yourselves to me! I just watched all of you do it before you even knew my or your bodyguard’s name. You still don’t know and you haven’t even bothered to introduce yourselves. You should be ashamed!”

Wonshik, Taekwoon, and Hongbing all looked down, chastised. Hakyeon, Jaehwan, and Hyuk still held defiance in their forms.

“I'm sorry.” Taekwoon said quietly. “This transition hasn’t been easy for any of us. I’m Taekwoon. I apologize for my earlier behavior.”

Hakyeon’s eyes closed for a moment before he sighed. “It’s my responsibility to keep everyone in line. I’m sorry I haven’t made things easy. I’m Hakyeon, I’m the leader. And ashamed of our actions.”

Yeah right.

You’ve done nothing but make things hard.

And now suddenly you want to behave because someone bigger than you challenged you? I

’m on to you cutie.

I’ll figure out your plan.

Clicking your tongue you moved to stand between the boys and Minhee and Woon. “VIXX, Minhee will be your new manager. Woon is now in charge of security. These two will take over as the people to oversee everything. I will typically be in my office doing your scheduling and planning. If I’m needed, you can find me there. Is this okay?”

A pout formed on Hongbin’s lips. “But we like seeing you every day.”

Your face stayed stone. “You’ve seen me everyday for a week and this is the first time you’ve bothered to speak to me without creating an entire scene.”

Wonshik reached towards your hands, catching them in his own to swing childishly. “That’s because we love you,” he sing songed.

You nearly missed Taekwoon’s wince as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m going to leave you with Minhee and Woon, they are going to take you around to meet the rest of your team. This includes your new stylists and coordinators. I look forward to hearing what you think of them. If there is a problem,” You knew the next sentence would be a terrible thing to say, something that will easily be taken advantage of. “Do let me know. For now, Hakyeon, please follow me. I have a few things I would like to go over with you in my office.”

Each member looked towards Hakyeon for guidance before he gently nodded his head and moved towards you. Separating himself from the group as they walked in the opposite direction of your office.

“Just flirt with her.” Jaehwan says.

“Woo her,” Taekwoon says.

“Wink at her.” Hongbin says.

Yeah like it’s that easy to date someone!

Hakyeon’s teeth ground together as he followed you into your new office.

It’s nice in here.

Spacious.

How the hell did she get such a nice office?

How much are they paying her to be a pain in my ass?

“Mr. Cha, can we call a truce?” You asked, a perfect smile making its way across your lips. “I’m not trying to tear apart your world. I apologize if that’s how it seems. So please, work with me to fix your image, and we can all go back to how things were. Once Mr. Hwang is happy with the progress of VIXX’s image I will be leaving your company and returning to work with Ji Chang Wook. Until then, can we make this a little less antagonistic?”

Hakyeon took a step towards you, and smirked when you took a step back. He continued this little game until your form was trapped back against your desk, him directly in front of you little air separating the two of you.

“I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement. Miss (Y/L/N). I would hate to make things so hard on you.” He whispered, reaching forward to brush a section of hair behind your ear.

What is this?

A bad 90’s teen romance?

Am I really doing this right now?Is she really dumb enough to fall for it?

Your back went rigid, body becoming hot and very interested in how close he was too you. You could feel the pink coming to your cheeks, unused to someone showing this close of attention to you. Your hands moved up to push his chest away from your own.

“I hope we can stay strictly professional.” You said, plastering another fake smile across your lips. “That’s all I wished to talk about with you. If you’ll excuse me. I have some scheduling to work out for you boys.”

“I’ll talk with you soon. I know where your office is now, so maybe I’ll drop in every now and then.” He said with a wink before turning and leaving the room.

She’s easy.

This will be easy.

Just a little attention and she’ll be all mine.

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knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better. BASICS : name: Musa age: 21 preferred pronouns: He/Him sexuality: Heterosexual zodiac sign: Leo taken or single: Taken three facts: I work in a job where I walk around with a heavy backpack and shoot guns. BLTs are my favorite kind of sandwich/sub. I really love computer gaming. EXPERIENCE : how long (months/years?) : 6-ish years how’d you start : I used to watch a lot of My Little Pony youtube content back in the day, ACRacebest, FOB: Equestria, Ink Rose, and I think I heard them talking about headcanons and making their own OCs and I wanted to try it. So I went on Tumblr and did just that, making my first RP blog with my OC “Storm of Arimathea” platforms you’ve used: Tumblr and Discord MUSE PREFERENCES : female or male : I try to keep it balanced between genders when it comes to my characters, but I do tend to play more females than males. favorite face: Not tracking. least favorite face: Still not tracking. WRITING PREFERENCES : fluff, angst or smut: I am a sucker for fluff and a sucker for smut. I used to write a lot more angst back in the day but that’s cause I was angsty lol. If it’s plotted out well I can really get behind some angst. plots or memes : I love off the cuff stuff but I ABSOLUTELY love RP memes. I’m always down to plot but sometimes threads die before they get off the ground, with this a simple interaction thread can turn into something great. are you like your muse(s) : I try to add an aspect of myself to every character I play to make them more relatable, just makes them easier to play. I don’t do that much anymore but on my old blogs I did it way more.

tagged by stolen from: @lilsidemuses tagging : Anyone who wants to use this!

#> that jackass < ooc #> fun and games! < dash games

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writer-and-artist27 · 6 years

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How about 3, 5, 7, 9, 13, 16, 17, 18, and 20? For the fanfic ask meme?

:DD Friend, you are wonderful. Thank you for the ask!

Anyways….

3. What part was most difficult?

For Civilian Pianist, what always gets to me is writing any angst scenes, just because of how my heart really empathizes with all the tension and so on. The second half of Kannabi was especially hard for me to write at the time, because the fan in me really wanted Team Minato to come out all okay, no injuries aside from the faint grazes for the sake of everyone being happy. This is also why I was so sensitive during the Satoru Arc, because some of the feedback that came back, especially after writing such an emotionally difficult arc, was so negative and upsetting to the point I ended up nearly snapping with the Announcement.

This is why Chapter 52 of CP is taking so long, because writing Tomoko’s long-awaited confession to her loved ones about her vow of silence is hard, more so with college weighing on me as always.

The same can be said for The Sea and Stars, since the differences between Tomoko and Kei really become more obvious in later chapters and how they react to things.

5. What do you like best about this fic?

I always love writing fluff and teenage floundering when it comes to CP, because the hugs and eventual kisses between the main couple really warm my heart when I have bad days. It just kinda shows that the ninja world has its soft side too.

For S&S though, I just enjoy being able to work with Lang and Os when brainstorming for this fic. Catch Your Breath already has so much crammed into each chapter, whether it’s character development and worldbuilding, and trying to put my own twist to it with Tomoko’s civilian perspective really is a nice challenge. Not to mention, giving the CYB cast some well-deserved love and appreciation.

Not that Lang and the other fans have been doing so already, but still. :) I’ll always see S&S as my letter of appreciation to Lang and Os, and to fans of CYB and CP.

7. What’s a reference you made no one has picked up on yet?

What really gets to me in general is how barely anyone really comments on the humor, fluff and other emotional twists I put in The Sea and Stars, or comments in general, aside from some nice people, sob, because there’s just so many sides of kid!Tomoko I get to show off that wasn’t shown in CP originally. Example being her large duffle bag in Chapter 16, since that was an obscure reference to K-On! and how Ui, Yui’s younger sister, tried to carry tea to the main characters despite suffering from a fever. The girls at the time naturally panicked, and I drew from that scene when writing the duffle bag, because I know Tomoko would be more than willing to do the same thing.

9.) Favorite line(s) of dialogue?

For CP, taken from Chapter 49. It’s more mental feedback than dialogue, but I think it counts:

Aaaah!

What in all heck are you supposed to do when your best friend and apparent love interest asks to kiss you?!

Past memories don’t prepare you for the absolute real thing!

Tomoko-chan, just say it, or I’m taking control here.

Hisako, please don’t.

You’re seriously tempting me, though. Just letting you know.

Dear lord, someone save me now.

Hehe.

For S&S though…Chapter 9:

The civilian in front of her blinked. “…Um, did I say something wrong?”

“…No,” Kei said flatly, leaning back on her cushion with a sigh. “I’m just… surprised? Shocked? All of that?”

“Uhhhh…” Tomoko responded, lowering her hand.

“Then again, if it worked in Macross…” Kei muttered, putting a hand on her chin. “It could work…”

“Ummmm…” the civilian started turning an embarrassed pink while inclining her head. “What’s Macross, Kei?”

The ninja blinked while glancing over at her. “Mecha anime where the universe is saved through singing, I think.”

A pause followed.

Tomoko turned a bit redder as she shook her head. “W-Well, I’m not trying to save the universe, and I don’t have a mech, Kei,” — and then a lightbulb seemed to go off in her head — “Though if mechs existed in the Narutoverse, how many missiles would it take to blow up the Ten Tails statue and Madara…?”

Tomo does have a morbidly curious side. :>

13. How many drafts did the work go through?

Hm. I don’t really count off drafts because I try to write as much as I can for a chapter, then if I hit a block, I consult someone, and then keep writing. Usually once I finish a chapter, I read it over, put it into Microsoft Word to check grammar, call up either Leo or Josh on phone, or Lang on Tumblr, as well as Os and Abalisk occasionally, and then just post it up on FFN without thinking on it too much. Usually end up going to class or sleeping after that.

16. If you used a beta, what did you agree or disagree on?

It’s interesting that you say that because to be honest, almost every close friend I’ve talked to has been a beta in my mind. I don’t have an official beta, like how Lang can count on Os, but the people I interact with help a lot. Leo, Josh, another friend who I’ll call “Ash”, since I’m not sure if she’s okay with me mentioning another name and so on, Lang, Os, and Abalisk. Those 6 people really help me out when I’m floundering. Most of the time, they give suggestions, and I end up taking them into consideration. I’ve never had full arguments for this kind of stuff.

But in terms of agreeing or disagreeing, I don’t know what I can say to that. Leo is the closest person to me that disagrees with me on things, but it’s really on the brainstorming of the Danganronpa Crossover I’ve been planning for S&S, and he’s the self-proclaimed Danganronpa/Sci-Fi expert. Said disagreements don’t last that long though, since they’re more of things to consider and not force.

17. Did anything surprise you during the writing?

Really, the fan reception and reviews. I was not expecting CP to nearly overshadow S&S, nor how reviewers overall were really nice to me with the longer time intervals between updates. I guess the past Announcement and reception to the Satoru Arc were really the only negative things, and even then, the CP and S&S fanbases have been kind overall. That’s the nice thing. I can’t help but feel touched every single time someone says they felt happy or some other emotion from my writing, because it shows my floundering is paying off and I’m helping someone!

18. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Of CP? Look no further than The Sea and Stars!

Aside from that… Well, there is the Danganronpa crossover I’m still brainstorming/working on. And what I mentioned in a previous ask. There was a time where I considered writing Tomoko as an actual ninja, paired with a nicer, more Leo-like version of Satoru and Josh’s own ninja going by the name of Sho, but since it required all three of us to work on it, and Leo’s own apathy to it, we never really did finish. But the ideas stayed. :)

20. What did you learn from writing this fic?

For both stories mentioned above? Emotional reactions to various situations, including those of war (including PTSD and how one might approach it); how to properly respond to feedback and criticisms (especially when it comes to mean reviewers); and how to avoid ableism. The last one I attribute specifically to Os, since writing the aftermath of CP’s Kannabi meant addressing that issue, and their advice really helped.

#ask #deathnotehyperness #thank you for the ask!#fanfic ask meme #civilian pianist #the sea and stars #writing #personal thoughts #long post

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

( repost, don’t reblog. )

– BASICS.

NAME: Keeley PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUALITY: Heterosexual as far as I know, but I wouldn’t say it’s that strict ;) TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single-have-never-been-taken

– THREE FACTS.

- I am currently a slave to Breath of the Wild - I have a job at a theme park this summer. Help. - My university looks like an orange Hogwarts

– EXPERIENCE.

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): 5 years on tumblr now, wow. And about 2 years before that on various other sites. PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Tumblr, email, *cough* stardoll *cough cough* BEST EXPERIENCE: Tumblr

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

FEMALE OR MALE : I like writing females more if I can come up with a good character. I think I might be better at writing males though. I have a tendency to sound too much like myself when writing females.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : Fluffy angst. Is that a thing? Angst that is cute and slightly sad and bittersweet. I love it. I’ve never gotten to the point of writing smut in roleplay, though in drabbles outside of tumblr I have dabbled in it (laughs at my own pun). I think I only like it when it’s an expression of some intense emotional connection between characters. Plus I’m... not really sure hot to write it.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Memes have lead to some of my most favourite threads. I love how they spiral out and it’s unpredictable. If you’re writing with someone good, the experience can’t be replicated. But there are advantages to plotting too. Okay, let’s rephrase it and say I like plotting when it’s based on sharing headcanons and coming up with scenarios that you then simply have to write out. In that case, I wouldn’t be able to choose between the two.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I like long replies. Shorter replies of two or three paragraphs are usually the perfect length, but I can never seem to keep them that short for long.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : Usually the most inspiration comes late at night when everything is quieter and I can stop fretting over other things. Sometimes this works in the mornings too when I’ve just woken up. Anything in between can be a bit hit or miss.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Hmm... I think my muses share a lot of traits with me. Sometimes I wonder whether they are parts of me I didn’t know about, manifest, or whether I put little parts of me into them. If that distinction makes sense. I have a lot of Leo’s self-esteem issues, his love of quiet. But then I also have Jaehwan’s childish side, Nayoung’s snark etc... So I guess in many small ways yes. But not one of them is similar to me as a whole.

TAGGED BY ? @ambitiousxmonsoon and @numberxix [ thank you so much!!! ] TAGGING ? No one because I think I’ve done this meme before. I won’t bore you!

#( ooc. )

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Stories

Finally got around to updating my stories page here so it has everything that I have over at Ao3. Stories below the cut, and yes, it’s all FitzSimmons related.

“Five Times” Series:

Five Times Fitz Would Have, and One Time He Did - Teen

Five times Fitz would have acted on his feelings, or wishes he’d acted differently, and one where he finally takes the plunge.

Five Times Simmons Wished He’d Make a Move, and One Time She Did - Teen

Simmons’ POV from “Five Times Fitz Would Have, and One Time He Did”

Five Times Interlude: Christmas Eve - Mature

Picks up right after the first two parts of the “Five Times” series. Fitz follows Jemma into her bunk. Sex ensues.

Five Times FitzSimmons Were Nearly Caught, and One Time They Were - Explicit

Final installment of the “Five Times” Series. Five times FitzSimmons were nearly caught in their new romantic relationship, and one time they definitely were. NSFW.

Five Times Interlude: Aggression - Explicit

Fitz and Simmons fight about his being stubborn. Smut ensues.

"Hour by Hour" Series:

High School (Non-Academy) FitzSimmons AU

3 a.m. - Teen

When opportunity knocks - or climbs a trellis - you answer. Or, at least you do if you're Jemma Simmons.

4 p.m. - Teen

In which Fitz' time in detention takes a far more interesting turn.

10 a.m. - Teen

Hunter and Bobbi call Fitz on what he's been up to after hours.

7 a.m. - Teen

Fitz and Jemma's morning after.

9 a.m. - Teen

Daisy outs Jemma's secret to their classmates - and her boyfriend.

8 p.m. - General

Fitz and Jemma's first official date.

5 a.m. - General

Jemma gets ready to face the day.

Academy FitzSimmons Song Fic Series:

Alone With You - Mature

No matter how often he tells himself he needs to stop, Leo Fitz just can’t bring himself to say no to Jemma Simmons.

Give Me Love - Mature

Follow up to “Alone With You.” Jemma realizes she’s made a mistake. Hopefully she can fix it, before it’s too late.

“Two Blue Lines” Series

Dublin - Mature

I wrote this forever ago, but never posted it here. Set after The Well. After several close calls, FitzSimmons try to work out some of their frustrations in the hotel bar… that is, until a preferable option presents itself.

Leopold - Teen

She doesn’t do it often, but sometimes, Jemma Simmons has to use her boyfriend’s full name. This is one of those times.

Two Blue Lines - General

FitzSimmons deal with Jemma’s declaration in “Leopold.”

Longer Stories:

180 Days (WIP) - Teen

Leo Fitz had never planned on being a high school teacher, but here he is. Now his only goal is to survive the next 10 months, but with his flat mate's girlfriend working in the same building, and an incredibly cute colleague across the hall, that may prove to be more difficult than he'd ever imagined.

Meme Responses:

Tropes

One Shots:

A Chat - General

A chat between friends. Standalone drabble, with implied UST FitzSimmons.

Comfort - Teen

In the near future, Fitz returns from mission banged up. Jemma takes care of him.

Coping - General

My take on what was going on with Fitz and Simmons early in Season 2, right after Jemma returned to the team.

Duplicity - Teen

As long as she isn’t asked to speak too often, Jemma can manage being at least a bit duplicitous.

Gravity - General

Sometimes gravity does more than hold one in place.

Girl Talk - General

A semi-trashy movie, some beer, and some female bonding all adds up for a rather unusual safe word.

Hands - Teen

Jemma finds herself distracted and lost in thought.

His - General

After a one-night stand, Jemma finds out she’s pregnant. Plot twist: Leo Fitz isn’t the father.

I’m Already There - General

Fitz struggles with the ramifications of Jemma leaving. Early season 2. One-shot.

Orbit - General

Some things are meant to maintain their orbit.

Prettiest - General

Fitz’ internal monologue after he hears the Asgardian call Jemma pretty.

Ritual - General

While Fitz lies in a coma, Jemma ponders their relationship and what exactly he means to her.

Strictly Business - Mature

Leo Fitz' company is in trouble, thanks to a friend-turned-foe. The last thing he needs is a doe-eyed Englishwoman trying to buy the lot, or so he believes... until he meets Jemma Simmons.

Tango - Mature

It was meant to be a black and white only affair.

Of course, she’d worn red.

Witness - General

Fitz has been trained to observe and learn. Unfortunately, some truths he’s learned too late.

Originally written before the season one finale, so it’s not quite canon-compliant, but I wanted to post it here, as well as to tumblr.

Written with engineerleopoldfitz

dom!Fitz Series

For Science – Explicit

After overhearing something she shouldn’t have, Jemma begs Fitz for a favor. He agrees, but only on his terms.

Safe Word – Explicit

Jemma Simmons has always been an overachiever. But what happens when she fails to follow Fitz’ rules?

(AKA: By popular demand, we wrote a story about Fitz’ toy collection as mentioned in For Science.)

Off Limits – Mature

Sometimes Jemma needs something other than playtime. Maybe they both do.

Indecent Exposure – Explicit

SHIELD really needs to stop making their awards banquets mandatory. Genius level scientists like FitzSimmons can surely find something to keep them from getting too bored?

Stand Alone Stories

An Altruistic Endeavor - Mature

“You know, Fitz, I’d be happy to help with that. I mean if you wanted. A favor between friends, that’s all.”

What do you do when your best friend offers to help you lose your virginity?

Another Door Opens – Mature

Leo Fitz is used to being on his own. After cutting his ties in Scotland during Uni and now tied up with his Master’s research, he doesn’t have time for friends or relationships outside the fleeting ones he finds for himself in London’s clubs.

Jemma Simmons is the daughter of society darlings. And yet, she’s chosen medicine as her profession, possibly the youngest resident ever at London Bridge Hospital.

A chance encounter brings them into each other’s lives, and while they both desperately needed a true friend… Everything is bound to change.

Cost of Repairs – Teen

Fix-it fic, because I think we’re all a bit tired of the Science Babies not communicating.

Fitz gets himself sliced up on a mission, but doesn’t wait for Jemma to patch him up. She tracks him down in his bunk - the long awaited talk ensues.

The First of Many – Teen

We were challenged to write something with no angst. None. At all. (It’s like y'all know how much we like to torment the Science Babies in our AU’s!)

So here we go… a SciOps era AU of FitzSimmons’ first date.

Letters – Teen

After a date goes terribly wrong, Jemma turns to Fitz to try and find solid ground again.

~*~

This is an old thread that somehow never made it onto AO3. For those of you who were following stories on my Threads page on Tumblr, you know this story as ‘Letters (AU)’. I’ve dropped the AU from the title since this has become our official head canon for this particular verse. The ‘original’ Letters will be edited and posted under a different title later on with a disclaimer, so people don’t think it’s an entirely new story.

On Thin Ice – General

Up late one night, two best friends find each other once more.

Vicissitude – Teen

Six months ago, Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons fled the life they’d always dreamed of in order to save their lives. Living hand-to-mouth on the streets of New York, their past comes back to haunt them, sending them on a collision course with Castle, Beckett, and the rest of the team at the 12th Precinct.

You’ve Got Science – Teen

Fitz never found that clever thing to say to Simmons, and a decade later, they’re both still struggling with their regrets and an imploded partnership. A story of anonymous messages, miscommunicating science babies, meddling best friends, and perhaps a much-needed reconciliation.

With BraveJem

Repurpose Verse

Repurpose – Teen

When men invade the Bus and demand Simmons work for them, she must make an unspeakable decision, one that will change both her and Fitz forever.

Stasis – Mature

Set after the events of “Repurpose.”

Fitz has to go on living without Simmons. For the first time in his life, he fails.

Stand Alone Stories

Anomalous - General

After running an experiment at an inopportune time, Leo Fitz knocks himself out… and wakes up in an entirely different timeline. One where he and Jemma are partners in more ways than one.

Kiss – General

Set during season 1. Fitz walks into the lab and sees something he certainly never hoped - or wanted - to see.

La liaison parisienne - Explicit

After ages of dancing around each other, both Fitz and Jemma are on the verge of giving up. In a bid to help their friends, Ward and Skye take them out separately in the hopes of taking their minds off the state of things. However, when they end up in the same Parisian bar - and a little liquid courage is thrown into the mix - their evening takes an entirely unexpected turn.

#fitzsimmons #fstag #leo fitz #jemma simmons #fanfiction #katie writes things

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