#to give him 1 free trade for if he went over

[pisswizard420]

Notorious huckster dick harden strikes again with the “what if we gambled our way out of this issue” and succeeded much to nobody’s surprise

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Week 2024 | Steddie Microfic

July 7th prompt: Free Space - Mystery, Hands, Long, Trade, Exes to Lovers or Getting Back Together, Drunken Confession (aka I combined all the prompts I didn’t use this week) | July prompt: one

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6

Word count: 1,111

No warnings apply

Rated T

@steddie-week | @steddiemicrofic

It was never a mystery, to Steve, how they got together. How they worked together.

The only mystery is how he managed to let him go—to lose him in a way Steve hadn’t understood until Eddie. Because Nancy was great, she was fantastic, Steve was in love. He doesn’t doubt that. But it never felt like it did with Eddie: low lights in the club, hands on each other’s bodies, open-mouth kisses that really was nothing more than them panting into each other’s mouths—

Stumbling into the bathroom, or into either of their bedrooms, hands in hair and under shirts and unbuckling belts—

Sleepy, slow morning kisses. Breakfast. Holidays.

How did it end?

Steve thinks, remembers fists clenched at sides, red faces, stiff shoulders.

Remembers shouted words, cold shoulders, slammed doors.

Remembers the key left on the kitchen counter.

That had done it, he remembers, he had called Robin, already sobbing, and she was on her bike and halfway there practically before she had hung up the phone. She’d held him as he fell apart on the kitchen tiles.

Then again, when he went to go to bed. Saw the two pillows. Threw one off; it hit the wall, slid down. Had to change the sheets; they smelled too much like him.

It took him a long time—a really long time—to get to the point he’d be okay on his own for more than a couple hours, to the point he could go out to clubs again. Not the same ones he’d gone to, never those, but… he moved on. Kind of.

He knew, and Robin knew, that part of him, at least, would always love Eddie.

It’s why when they’re in a club—a new one they had just found, okay music but better drinks and prospects—and Steve grabs her arm, she looks the direction he is.

He feels like he’s swallowing sandpaper. “His hair is longer.”

“It is.” She pries his fingers off, just so he’s not bruising her anymore, but holds his hand. “What do you want to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” he mutters, watches the way Eddie prowls through the crowd, smirking at people, but still definitely on his way to the bar.

The bar. “I’m gonna get us more drinks,” he says. They both ignore the fact that they’ve barely touched their current glasses.

“Let me know if you need backup.”

“Will do.” He looks at her, for the first time since seeing him, and smiles. “Love you, Robbie.”

She rolls her eyes, but smiles. “Love you, dingus. Go get your man back.”

Steve makes it to the bar before Eddie, asks for whatever is on tap. Looks away at the wall. Can’t watch him walk up. 

“Long Island,” he hears directly beside him, and turns to see Eddie turning to see Steve.

He takes a breath. “Eddie.”

Eddie looks… he looks good, because he always does, but he looks tired, maybe a little thinner. Not… not good, not happy like he was. He swallows. “Steve.”

The bartender hands over their drinks, and Steve takes a sip only to cough. “Sorry, fuck,” he mutters, finally looking at the glass in his hand. He’s got the Long Island, and Eddie’s got his beer.

Eddie’s watching him with an interesting little smile. “Trade?”

“Trade,” Steve agrees, nodding. He coughs again. “God, how do you like that?”

Eddie snickers, pulls a lock of hair over his face. Steve wishes he wouldn’t.

Miraculously, they keep talking. They’re never searching for the next word to make the silence go away because there is no silence.

Eventually Robin comes up to him, pulls him into a hug. “Imma go home with that girl,” she murmurs, pointing behind her. A cute, preppy-looking blonde smiles nervously at Steve. He smiles at her, then back to Robin. “Of course. Call the house, give me the address.” He kisses her forehead. “Have fun.”

“Oh, I will,” she grins, then turns to look at Eddie, eyes narrowed.

Eddie gulps. She grins, scary as anything, and whispers something in his ear that has him paling. “Yuh-yep. Yeah. Got it. Thanks Robin.”

Steve grimaces when she walks away. “What did she say?”

Eddie looks at him for a long minute. “Something I’ve known for a while now,” he eventually murmurs. 

It was inevitable, really, that they would end up back here, hands in hair and under shirts, stumbling into Steve’s apartment, panting into each other’s mouths, trying to undo buckles by memory because the worst thing in the world right now would be to stop kissing.

“God, Steve,” Eddie gasps, pulling him down the hall. “C’mon- c’mon, please, need you, need you-”

“Yeah,” Steve answers against his mouth, just as affected. He’s got his own pants halfway off, thinking about his shirt next, thinking about the lube in the drawer that hasn’t gotten as much action as it used to, and suddenly he aches for it. “Need you inside me,” he mutters, kissing down Eddie’s neck, stopping at a place behind his ear that he knows from experience makes Eddie’s knees weak.

“Fuck,” Eddie chokes out. “Yeah, yeah, c’mon, c’mon baby, lemme in you- lube’s in the drawer?”

Steve opens the drawer in answer, roots around until his fingers close on the bottle. Pushes it into Eddie’s hand, pushes him away so Steve can get naked.

Eddie’s eyes rake along his body. He drops his own pants just as fast, limbs flying as he strips out of his shirt too, clambering onto the bed beside Steve’s hip, eyes wide and fingers shaking as he lubes up.

It’s after, when everything’s cooling and drying and becoming itchy, that Eddie’s breath wobbles. “I shouldn’t,” he mutters into Steve’s shoulder. “Shouldn’t say anything. But hell if I don’t miss you like crazy.”

Steve closes his eyes, tries to keep the tears at bay. “You’re drunk.”

“I had less than one drink.”

The tears win. “We broke up for a reason,” he whispers. “Didn’t we?”

“I was scared,” Eddie says.

“And you’re not now?”

“Only of losing you.”

Steve sobs, can’t help it, but he feels Eddie’s hot tears on his neck, too, and that somehow makes it better.

It’s the next morning, after slow, sleepy kisses and breakfast, that Steve sighs. “I never stopped loving you. I don’t think I can.”

“I don’t think I can, either.”

Steve slowly turns to look at him. “So what does that make us?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t know. All I know is it makes me yours.”

“Yours,” Steve parrots, daring to curl his fingers over Eddie’s, breath hitching when he holds on just as tight. “That sounds pretty damn good to me.”

[sfehvn]

intruder part 2

Part 1 | Part 3

Description: A year has since came and went following Astarion's ascension ritual. He is no longer himself, but then... Where is he? A/N: Forewarning, there is a brief portion detailing non-con voyeurism. Hope you all enjoy :) Rating: M (18+ minors DNI) Word count: 1656 Characters: ascended!Astarion x Tav

 ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

 “What do you think you will do once this is over?” Astarion’s head rested in your lap, your fingers running through silky white hair.

  “I suppose I’ll just-” You stopped for a moment hesitantly, “Well, I’ll just follow you. I’ll follow you wherever you go. Whatever that entails.”

  The large tub of warm water offered your mishandled skin the slightest inkling of comfort. Your bones ached to jump out of your skin, discomfort settling deep and unforgivingly. Unsure if this was the work of cruel touches or the utter disgust you felt for whatever was puppeteering Astarion around. You stare at the ceiling as if the answer to the problem in your mind is etched into it. Astarion was in there, trapped. You try to imagine what he must be thinking. Feeling. 

  You can’t help but notice the similarities of where you two have ended up. While Astarion was stuck in darkness in the literal sense, you are trapped in a different type of darkness. Shrouded by the darkness of the other Astarion’s thumb. You were a plaything, a pet, a toy. 

-

  “Eyes on me.” Astarion grunts out, buried deeply in a twenty-something human’s cunt. The sight turns your stomach viscerally. It’s not him, you try to remind yourself. You watch from the oak chair in the corner of your bed chamber, allowing yourself to dissociate entirely. The woman was beautiful. 

  Hair of sunshine and eyes of the vast waters, you knew of the woman’s fate. To end up another spawn for Astarion to toy with. Humans in the area who had come to learn of Astarion’s true nature came with the proposition of trades in exchange for immortality. You felt pity for her. If she knew what she was getting into, she would never have come here, indeed. Nobody could want this.

  “He would have liked her too.” Astarion taunted as he led the woman to your bed, plans to desecrate the one place in the manor that you were able to find an ounce of comfort in. “Maybe I’ll let the dear old Astarion come out for a bit of fun.” Your heart sinks to your knees. The thought of another using Astarion’s body and soul for their own heinous intentions. You couldn’t bear it.

“Please don’t.” You pleaded with him. 

  Astarion tuts as he presses you down onto the chair. For whatever reason, he doesn’t follow through with his threat. Was it mercy? No, that can’t be it. Perhaps he simply wanted the enjoyment of watching the pain on your face while he used the body of the man you love to hurt you. Maybe he wanted the fun. You would never be sure.

-

  You’re brought back to the present, the events of last night spinning in your mind. Your punishment for entertaining the incident. That’s what he called it, anyway. You longed to free him, to free yourself along with him. To leave this cursed manor and never return with the real Astarion in tow. 

How? 

  The question that had been on your mind since your meeting with Astarion as you prepared for bed. How does one free a soul from a damnation such as this? Out of all the beasts, villains, and monsters you’ve fought, none had prepared you for a feat of this nature. On the precipice of jumping into the unforgiving sun and turning yourself into ash, that was no longer an option. Your beloved needed help. You weren’t going to abandon him. 

  The opening of the door jolted you from your thoughts, and you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing your chambermaid. “Lady Ancunin, may I be of assistance?” You nod, allowing the woman to approach the tub. You sit up to give her access to your wet hair. There was silence as she worked the knots from your strands, only sounds of meager discomfort when she tugged too hard, always followed by a heartfelt sorry from her. “What was he like?” There was a pause with her words, almost as if she expected to be scolded. Though, you both knew you wouldn’t dare. “I mean before-” She trails cautiously.

  “Wonderful. He is wonderful, Alodia.” Your eyes were glued to the bath water that engulfed your body. Lowering your voice as if someone other than her would hear, “Maybe you will have the pleasure of meeting him someday.”

  Alodia nods, “I bet he was a real gentleman to have someone such as yourself.” She couldn’t comprehend why you were with him, you could tell. Someone with such a kind soul forever paired with another who may as well be a devil ruling the Nine Hells.

  “Careful.” You whisper, eyeing the door. No conversation went too long without Astarion’s knowledge, not even amidst nothing but the bars of soap that clean you. Alodia understood and continued to work through your hair without another word. It was clear you were just as much a prisoner as her.

  Once your hair was tied into two careful braids and an obnoxious velvet gown clung to your body, you sat in the manor’s library. With Astarion out for the night, you made yourself comfortable with every piece of literature between the walls of your confinement. The stack of books grew as the night grew darker and darker. How much time had passed, you were unsure. You slammed down the last book and glanced around. A frantic sob erupted from your chest, heaving. You laid your head on the table before you and wallowed into the oak of the desk.

  You were defeated. Hopeless. This godsdamn library had every composition, novel, and prose that you could think of, and not one aided you. Trance-like, you stood from the desk and made your way to the entry of the manor. A voice briefly stops you, “Lady Ancunin, I don’t believe Master Ancunin has granted you-” 

  “Tell Master Ancunin to burn in the Nine Hells.” You spit back, making your exit.

  It had been too long. Once you’re out of the manor’s view, you breathe in the fresh air about you. As you get further into the heart of the city, chatter cultivates. Even in the middle of the night, it was lively, bringing you a hope you had not felt for a long time. Even reflecting on what punishment may await you once Astarion learns of your absence, you deemed this worth it. Of course. You would have preferred the warmth of the sun. Given your ailment, the beauty of the moon did just fine.

  Strolling to Elfsong Tavern, you hummed an incandescent tune to yourself. My, this must have been the most airy you’ve felt in just shy of a year. The little bit of gold you managed to snag from Astarion’s stash may have just been enough to get you a drink and, if lucky, a room. You knew it was only a matter of time before he came looking for you. Maybe you’ll be banished to the dungeon. You didn’t allow yourself the time to think too hard. You approach the barkeep, looking at the selection behind him. “Wine? Have you got red wine?” You were a tad rusty in the socialization department. 

  The man behind the counter chuckles, “We do indeed.” He retrieves a bottle from behind the counter, preparing a glass. “What troubles you?” He inquires as you watch the red liquid spout into spotless glass.

  “Whatever could you mean?” Your lips are pursed, accepting the drink as he offers it. You dig into your coin purse, “How much do I owe?”

  “On the house.” He smiles. Alas, it would be warmer without the pity that lies so evident beneath the surface. You’d forgotten how ill you must have looked. Astarion’s words played over in your head.

“Gods, what has he done to you?”

  “Alan Alyth.” The man offers. An introduction? It had been well over a year since you had the pleasure of introducing yourself.

  “Tav Carmine.” You return before making your way to an empty table in the corner of the lightly occupied room. You bring the glass to your lips, and the dry liquid soothes your nerves for the time being. I will enjoy this, you thought to yourself. 

-

  “Gods, you’re beautiful.” Astarion declares, his fingertips gliding across the delicate skin of your hipbone, up to your chest, cupping your exposed breast in his hand. His thumb moves in careful circles around your nipple. He sits upon his knees, watching the way your body reacts to even the smallest of his touch. His other hand moves comfortably onto your cheek, almost as if he’s relishing in the warmth that radiates from your body.

  “You’ve only told me fifty times today. Are you feeling alright?” You teased, welcoming his cool touch across your eager body. His head dips, meeting your lips lovingly. One of your hands knots gently into his hair, and you shift so a leg rests on either side of his toned body.

  “I suppose I’ll have to work on it tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll be making love to said beautiful woman.” His words are a prayer against your lips, and your heart flutters against your ribcage.

-

“I’ve been expecting you.” 

  The unknown voice causes your head to snap up in attention. “I’m sorry, have we met?” You try to recall the face, maybe someone you became acquainted with during one of many adventures, but you just cannot place them. You tip the glass to your lips, eyes never leaving the stranger in front of you.

  “I don’t believe we have.” They helped themselves to the chair across from you. “I believe I can help you. I know what ails you.” The man is older, with brown hair peppered in grey roots. His eyes radiate a sort of enthusiasm. 

  “You couldn’t possibly know what ails me.” You chortle, though the sarcasm is evident in your laugh.

“Everything has led you straight to me. Try me.”

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[hockeyboysimagines]

okay we need a sequel to practice makes perfect where matthew is proven right and knocked hallie up first try 😂

Your wish is my commend anon. Please read part 1 before this, as it won’t make sense otherwise. I hope this is everything you’re imagining.

“Sooooooo?”

“So what?”

“Did you take it?”

Hallie rolled her eyes “No I didn’t take it yet. I’m not late, we still have another week.”

Matthew slumped down in his seat and crossed his arms “Ugh. Can’t you hurry it along? Like talk with your uterus and tell it to do us a solid?”

“The fact that you know nothing about the female body is amazing considering how good you are in bed.” She looked down at her abdomen “Excuse me in there. Can you tell us if you’re sending a period this month? My baby daddy wants to know.”

His mouth fell open and he started laughing “Baby daddy.”

“Is that not what you are?” Hallie asked reaching forward to run her fingers through his hair “I mean after all wasn’t it YOU.” She said jabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger “Who was just bragging about being 2 for 2 the other week? The cabin? The bar bathroom? Ring a bell?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember the bar bathroom.”

“Can’t remember my ass!”

“Oh no. I remember your ass.”

He ran a hand up her thigh and gave her hip a tug, pulling her over to straddle his lap, and looked at her smiling cheekily “Kidding. Of course I’m your baby daddy. Thomas looks just like me, now Lilly…..”

Hallie’s mouth fell open and she slapped his chest “Rude.” And then she reached down between them to palm him through his shorts “I guess if that’s how you feel I’ll find someone else to give me this.” She ground her pelvis into his, and he felt himself get hard.

“Never.” He reached forward and let his hands travel up her thighs to her hips and then leaned up to kiss her collarbone. Hallie closed her eyes and felt goosebumps erupt across her skin as his lips moved across her skin, tongue sliding across her neck, and up her jaw to her mouth. He had just started to kiss her, hand coming up to grip the back of her neck when-

“Daddy!!”

He stopped and his head fell forward with a sigh.

“Daddy come play!”

She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek “We’ll finish this later. Your mini me is calling you.” she climbed off him and helped him stand, turning to head towards the kitchen when she felt his hand on her ass “I like these pants.” He said hand coming to the other side of her hips “They make your-“

“DADDY!”

“OKAY!” He yelled back, scowling and huffing “He’s so impatient.”

Hallie started laughing “You sure you want another one?”

“Ha ha. I want 4 more.”

“4-what I-4?!” Hallie’s sputtered at him until he started laughing.

“Can’t help it. You’re just so easy to get pregnant.” He shrugged and winked at her turning to find Thomas and take him outside to play hockey in the driveway, a daily past time for them.

4 kids. Was he crazy? She thought as she made her way through the house and upstairs to check on baby Lilly, as Thomas called her, who was taking a nap. On her way she passed the bathroom, and stopped.

Biting her lip she reached under the sink and pulled out a test. She didn’t feel pregnant. Last time she’d known right away, after said romp in the bar. Exactly 5 weeks later she was holding a positive test while Brady celebrated before the Battle of Alberta playoff series. When at home, some form of protection was always used unless they were trying. But there wasn’t much thought that went into spontaneous bar bathroom sex, or her last minute availability to be in Ottawa some weeks ago, both of which had been protection free. She held it in her hand, doing a mental count and pulled her jeans down.

Today would be 5 weeks exactly, and taking one couldn’t hurt. It would however prove his theory, and he would now be 3 for 3 on getting her pregnant on the first try.

Thomas was the night in the cabin, the first time they’d had sex.

Lilly was the bar bathroom, the first time they’d been out celebrating the trade with his new teammates.

And now if she was pregnant today, it would be after the game in Ottawa, all three being on the first try.

She would never hear the end of this.

She set the test on the counter, pulling her jeans up and washing her hands while she waited for it. She however was not alone before it finished because Matthew himself threw the door open and stopped, surprised to see her but then his eyes zeroed in on the test.

“What the- your taking it without me?!”

He pushed past her and peered at it, eyes moving between what appeared in the bubble and the difference between positive and negative. A smile spread slowly across his face like the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes and he turned to her.

“3 for 3!”

“No WAY!” She said grabbing it and holding it up. There it was. A pink plus sign clear as day in that tiny circle.

He thrust a fist in the air and gave a very loud “YES!” Before he pulled out his phone, fumbling to unlock it with the amount of excitement running through him.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling my parents to tell them that their son has successfully knocked you up 3 times on the first try. Let them tell me again that Brady’s more talented.”

“Matthew do not-“

But Chantal had already answered the phone.

“Hello I was just going to-“

“Hallie’s pregnant!” He yelled gleefully into the phone.

“AH!” Chantal screamed on the other end. She heard a clatter in the background and Keith yelling “What?! What happened?!”

“Hallie’s pregnant!” She yelled voice breaking a little.

“Again? He’s out of control.”

“Yeah remember that next time you tell me Brady is better. I’d like to see him do that.”

Hallie’s face burned with embarrassment as she accepted ‘congratulations’ from Keith and Chantal, who promised to come visit soon and hung up. But Matthew wasn’t done, he texted several teammates, all of whom chirped him, including Sam who said he didn’t think he had it in him, and then made one last phone call, looking at her and cracking a large evil smile.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Calling Brady to tell him that C on his chest is nothing compared to the C in my pants.”

“MATTHEW!”

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 17 thoughts

whispers softly. man... i need a minute. shaky breath.

okay. i'll start at the top like always. AUGH THE TEARS. fighting them. okay. need to put on some sad songs to accompany the 45-60 minutes it will take to type all this up

so, i sat down ready to see where this was gonna go. in fact i noted that i was incredibly locked in. which i continue to believe that i was.

we see a submarine, which is a type of craft i just do not trust. even before all that went down last summer. too scary for me. but they see something giving off a signal. and despite being a cartographer ship, they have missiles. and they're gonna go towards the thing they see on the radar, because they were told to. which seems wrong.

but then all their power is knocked out!!! and they are ordered to surface. but how will they do that under a ton of ice?!?!

title sequence. i was expecting different than the usual "the truth is out there" but i guess it's just business as usual over here despite it all

back to where we left off: scully's on the phone with real mulder and fake mulder is in her room. she hangs up on real mulder and tells the fake one that it was a wrong number, which had to be confusing to real mulder.

she tells him to put his hands on the wall, and he makes some quip about being shot before and not caring for it, and for a minute i'm like oh shit, that's a very mulder thing to do- what if he is, in fact, real mulder, and it's fake mulder on the phone? but that theory didn't make much sense anyway and also it was quickly put to rest by the fact that he started beating the hell out of scully.

so time skip: real mulder shows up to the scene with his "sister", who says the alien hit man is gonna call and ask to make a trade: scully for his "sister", and yeah, quotes are verbatim, i was still not buying this whole family relation thing

but his "sister" says that she knows how to kill the alien hit man: you have to hit the base of his skull. maybe. she isn't 100% certain. and also you can't miss because their blood is toxic. which we actually did already know!

and he's getting suspicious. why won't she explain exactly where she has been all this time? and what's this deal with her "father"? he's yelling at her at this point and i get it because it's not adding up to me either

she says that the aliens have been trying to establish a colony on earth since the 1940's, and:

"it's their belief that the stewardship of the planet is being forsaken" <- okay yeah. can't argue there. some of us are trying, aliens. i am not one of the mega companies pouring nuclear waste into the ocean. but maybe y'all could do a better job. and she continues:

"and that by default they'll someday become the natural heirs" <- well hey. you were sounding reasonable but now you are not. have we considered that maybe the people already here could give it another go free from the shackles of the 1%? you're acting like it's an estate sale and buddy we're still living in the house. you lost me there, and i was willing to hear you out.

she says that all of the clones worked at abortion clinics to gain access to fetal tissue, so they could combine human and alien dna. which i imagine had to be a good pr boost for abortion clinics (heavy on the /s here)

and the killer is after them because their experiments with mixing alien with human dna were not sanctioned, so they're "diluting the race", which i guess seems like the thing they would be worried about.

he doesn't seem to fully buy it, because he says "that's a good story, but i've heard a lot of good stories lately" which is true!!! our old worstie ambrose chapel was a liar, remember? or at least someone impersonating him was doing some lying!

"i'm your sister, fox, you have to trust me" UM PROOF?? have we done a dna test??? you can't just show up like that!!!!!

skinner knocks at the door... but is it really him? or the shapeshifting hit man????

"why are the lights out?" skinner asks quite reasonably "orders from my ophthalmologist" he says, lying very easily for a man for loves the Truth. but it did make me giggle.

sister approves that it is really skinner! only after they set a trap to get him just in case it wasn't. again i ask why she can tell if it's the man or not but okay. we move past that.

he makes introductions: "this is my sister, samantha mulder" to which skinner replies "WHAT"

and yeah. i would react the same!!!!

(also weird to hear mulder used as a last name. to me that's just the guy. you know?)

NOOO his phone rings. it's scully calling from a payphone. "he says he's gonna kill me if you don't give him what he wants" oh. okay.

there's no time to explain to skinner what is going on so!!! just please trust me, he says!!! and he does. another point for skinner, who is like a strange uncle or cousin to me.

they go to do a hostage trade: "samantha" for scully. and is this the same bridge where they did the hostage deal for mulder at the end of s1? do they only have one bridge for hostage deals. might be a bit much to have 2 in one city.

skinner has a sniper in the bush, ready to shoot at the base of the alien hit man's neck during the exchange. okay save the day mister sniper please.

AUGH HOSTAGE EXCHANGE. it's so tense. i paused here to write how tense it was, which did not ease it in the slightest. the hit man has a gun to scully's head and it's recalling mulder's early trauma with hostage exchanges. they're waiting for the right moment to shoot....

scully's in the car!!!! but samantha tried to use the needle that kills the aliens and she MISSED and the sniper shot was messed up and then there's firing and is it the sniper? or is it the hit man? who is hit? it is very unclear!!!!! both hit man and samantha tumble into the cold water beneath.

he's still at the bridge, staring down into the place he last saw her. scully comes out to join him, and he says "you should be at the hospital" (she has gauze on her head and says she was just discharged)

he's staring into the water, trying to come up with different ways she might have lived

"why didn't you tell me on the phone that it was her?" "i couldn't tell you 'cause you'd never let me go through with it" AUGHHHHHHHHH.

(and knowing how the episode ends. i am glad this happened. but in the moment. this was a gut punch)

she asks how he knew it was really his sister (valid question, one i fear he should have asked as well) and he snaps about how could she ask that, and she's like, dude someone with your face and body just kidnapped me???? so the whole who is who thing is a little murky??

(she actually calmly explains this. without any judgement. judgement added was my own. but you can imagine that after this experience, hearing "he's an alien" might still be a bit of a hard sell)

okay, mr. mulder is on the scene. he has to tell his dad he lost his sister. I lost her, he says. emphasis on the I. as if it was an action that he took. fuck.

and his dad hits back with a "you LET this man take your sister?" and son mulder is CRYING. what the HELL this is too much. the man has suffered too much. i'm given flashbacks to the last time we saw him cry when he thought he lost scully forever.

PAUSE. i just know the actors were eating up these lines. ohhh i know they were sinking their teeth into them the way that good dialogue allows you to. when you tap into the soul of a character, a whole person who isn't even real, because the writing cuts to their heart. yeah yeah yeah i knowww they were rolling with it and it felt Good

back to the scene. his father is giving him a guilt trip about how his mother is going to deal with "losing her again". and he's apologizing and crying when his dad pulls out an envelope

"your sis- SAMANTHA" told me to give you this.

the implication that he lost the claim to be considered related to her????? is sooooo entirely messed up?? that is the kind of thing that ruins a person???? holy fuck??

he's sobbing while opening the letter, and it gives an address where she says they can meet up if they are separated... so maybe she's really still out there??? hope has been installed back into "she's not actually dead" camp

he rolls up to the address and parks in an area labeled "NO PARKING". grief will do this to a guy.

but just as he arrives, scully calls and says they found her in the river. NOOOOOO THE NEWLY RETURNED HOPE.... "whatever you're feeling, you can't blame yourself" she says, knowing that he must be putting his whole soul into Blaming Himself

but... her body is melting??? is it an alien body??? is the melting gonna turn into toxic gas?? scully don't stare at it you're gonna get all thick blood!!!!

back to mulder. this man is experiencing all stages of grief at once on the steps of a women's clinic. he goes in and pulls out a gun and boy i sure hope there are no women inside.

someone is in there. it's... someone with samantha's face??? saying that she knows "she's dead"????? "it was all a lie", he mumbles as he realizes he was played

YESSSS I KNEW IT. i knew that was NOT his sister. i knew it was too weird and coincidental to be true. this makes the grief of losing her dissipate entirely so i do consider this a win beyond me just being able to guess where the plot was going

and i'm thinking, how the hell is he gonna explain all this to scully? like, to mom and dad, you will have to play along with the whole "she died" thing, and while that is by no means easy, it is a concrete thing you can say and do. but scully??? how is she going to react to "someone pretended to be my sister and then got killed"

(i suppose mulder could tell his parents that DNA testing on "samantha's body" proved no relation, but that would still be complicated to walk through, because there was no corpse to prove that, you know, because she dissolved- maybe scully could make some paperwork to make it look real?)

back to the matter at hand: these aliens with the same face are saying that he must save their original source. and he says "i am not your savior" which- tea. set your boundaries king. in fact, had i been there, i would have done the opposite of protecting, and instead start blasting these aliens that pretended to be my long-dead sister.

but they have leverage... they know where she really is...... so he doesn't walk out....

hit man arrives!!!!! armed with his needle!!! and mulder goes to confront him, but he knocks him on his back, and sets a fire- mulder's weakness!!!!!!

scully is making a report. she cannot substantiate his claims of aliens. and she's got a cut on her forehead from hit man taking her. my poor queen :(

back to the fbi agent that died in the last episode. he has nasty cuts allllll over. like he was carved with designs. sorry for that imagery but i saw it and must describe it.

she thinks she can solve this case with the power of SCIENCE!!! what killed this guy, exactly? maybe if we can figure it out, the other pieces could fall into place

so the virus that causes the blood to thicken is inhibited by the cold.... which explains our earlier scene of mulder in the ice tub and her yelling about him needing to be cold...

DEEP THROAT 2.0 ARRIVAL? (sidenote does this dude have a real name? like while this was airing what were y'all calling him...)

he tells mulder that the last alien- the one who was sent to kill the clones, our shapeshifting hit man- has been tracked to alaska, and that you have to pick your battles to win the war. telling him not to go to alaska. can you imagine.

scully goes to his place and knocks but no one answers. and his newspapers on at the doorstep. so she busts out her keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey..... heart still melts that she has this.......

and HE KNEW SHE WAS GONNA INVESTIGATE???? he sent her an email..... and he's saying how he wouldn't let her risk her life... nooo don't you weaponize the earlier drawing a line thing, that was about chasing a very vague alien lead to an agent's death, not about investigating ur sister...........

she bursts into skinner's office. and then apologizes for doing so.

(i love this so much. such a tiny detail that tells us a lot about her character. that Need to be good and do the right thing and please those whom she looks up to. ohhhhh)

he asks to speak to her off the record, and it seems at first promising... but he won't help her get in contact with mulder. EVEN after she says please!!!! she is gonna cry!!!!!

skinner's bitching about mulder's actions being a violation of his oath, and she's saying that he saved her life, and he comes back with a "if he wanted or expected you to do the same, he would have told you where he was going"

skinner being a jerk... at this point i began to revoke the point i earlier gave him...

he looks deeply troubled though, and i was like, ohhh, mulder must have promised him to not tell her where he was going... i see into your plans, mulder (<- this is not what happened)

back at mulder's place. scully's searching for clues. there's an x taped to the window again, which must be something he just does sometimes. and there's ominous music.

she falls asleep on his couch, and i swear i actually felt my heart melting at this moment. the way she was curled up. subconsciously trying to hold onto a piece of him. only finding rest where he did. i can't even wax poetic about this because i can't put the words into the right shape. but it is gonna destroy me.

someone is knocking... but who?

DEEP THROAT 2.0?!?!

he tries to act like he just went to the wrong room, but she isn't buying it, following him and demanding to know where he really is

SKINNER IS HERE? GETTING ON THE ELEVATOR????? SKINNER ATTACKING D.T. 2.0??? the girls are fighting!!!!!!!

he makes deep throat 2.0 tell him where mulder is, even when skinner is pinned up and deep throat 2.0 is the one holding the gun, and he said "i've killed men for less", but skinner says that if you kill him, he'll be killing 2 men....... this gag seems to have worked

SKINNER is AT THE DOOR to mulder's place where scully is staying. and he is bleeding from MANY wounds. tells scully where he is without elaborating on the blood pouring from all over. okay skinner. you're real for that. you get that point i was tossing around back. and a bonus one, in fact.

so mulder's out on the ice, and usually him wearing a big jacket would spark joy in my heart. and i won't lie, it does a little. but there is also a LOT of tension going on, so it's very brief. feels wrong to rejoice in the simple pleasures of man in big funny coat when he just had to lose his sister and then learn it wasn't even her.

but he sees some sort of tower and he's going in!!! and a dead guy is spotted.

pause. at this point i am sitting here thinking, man, these episodes are good, definitely among the best i've seen so far. who let these men cook? can we get them back in the kitchen with more regularity?

someone is leading him deeper and deeper into the maze of this... station? sub? and i fear he is being led into a trap. but he finds a very very scared man and having a big man point a gun at him doesn't help with the fear, i'm sure. but is it really a sniveling coward... or the hit man???

and JUST as he almost had me fooled and wondering if mulder was gonna really shoot an innocent guy, BAM! hit man reveal.

mulder keeps asking where his sister is, even while being pummeled by this alien with super strength. and he says "she's alive. can you die now?"

mulder shoots at the alien and he misses the back of his neck, so his toxic blood is filling up the space, and things are not looking good at all. and the alien takes him out and drops him on the ice!!!!!

he's going to break the ice and let him freeze or hit him with the sub as it goes down, both very bad endings........

CUTSCENE TO WHERE WE BEGAN!!!!

scully is bursting in, telling this doctor that he has a virus that can only be slowed by keeping him cold, and he isn't buying it, but just as he tries to get her kicked out of the room, his heart stops, so she intervenes.

and she's calling all the shots- get 100 grams of this and that and a drip of this- and this doctor has had his shift hijacked by a better doctor. he implies that mulder might not make it, and she refuses to hear this out.

and she's.... gently stroking his hair... while this is going down........

and sitting by his bed while he's getting better...

(so are the counts for who has been in a coma now tied? justice is served)

and now she's doing the case conclusion:

"several aspects of this case remain unexplained, suggesting the possibility of paranormal phenomena" <- OHHH??? is this what makes scully a believer? are we gonna see some character changes?

"but i am convinced that to accept such conclusions is to abandon all hope of understanding the scientific events behind them" okay!!! we are getting a deeper look into her philosophy here. yes yes yes give me more. and more i was given:

"many of the things i have seen have challenged my faith and my belief in an ordered universe, but this uncertainty has only strengthened my need to know, to understand, to apply reason, to those things which seem to defy it"

and i love it. i love it so much. seeing how she understands the world, why she knows that there has to be an order to it all, and if it seems there isn't, it's just because she hasn't figured it out yet... and science did allow him to get better... the need to fight a good fight in the way she knows how... yeah... that's lovely...

and she's CRYING at his bedside and holding his arm when he finally opens his eyes. her smile. her gentle "hey". it's so innocent, seeing that he is okay, that he made it through the worst part of getting better.

"thanks for ditching me" aughhhhghhhhh.......

he says he didn't find what he was looking for, but he did find the faith to keep looking. ohhhhh. ohhhhhhh...

the way his faith was gone at the start of season 2, but now it's back, there's something worth fighting for, his sister is out there, there is a world worth figuring out..........

man.

at this point my friend was sending me texts and i was like queen i need a minute. i need a minute. to put these things in order. and honestly i STILL do!

it was an absolutely amazing duo of episodes. i truly loved the writing, seeing them pushed to the brink with each other and with themselves. seeing skinner come into fruition. seeing what motivates them both and how they see the world and how it is entirely different but still driven by hope and faith and a need to learn the truth. and the tenderness of it all. of her sleeping on his couch in his absence, thinking maybe he'll be home soon. of running her fingers through his hair while he was being revived. the fury of being blamed for the loss of his sister, the fury with which she screamed at deep throat 2.0 to tell him where he went off to, the fury of mulder realizing he had been lied to and that his sister had never come back at all. but there still being hope despite it all. because there are things worth searching for. and they can do it together.

man. it was a very good episode but your girl is gonna go watch a silly video because it definitely hit me right in the Feelings!!

[vampoii]

⎯⎯ CATAN IS THE WORK OF THE DEVIL (CATAN SATAN, COINCIDENCE??)

itafushikugi x gn!reader

summary: who knew playing a simple board game would cause so much mistrust and stupid looks.

word count: 658

notes: something short for my favorite trio :p

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"C'mon, it's not that hard to build a road," You provoked, smiling at the ginger haired girl as she was deep in thought, furrowing her eyebrows as she weighed her odds.

She shushed you with her pointer finger, dividing the cards in her hands and glancing between the board and her deck: it was later in the game so every move counted.

You went to speak again, earning an elbow to the side from Megumi: Nobara was already highly competitive and didn't need egging on from you, an equally competitive person.

"Ow," you muttered weakly, shooting him a look as you held your side with your spare hand. He avoided your gaze and waited for Nobara to make her move.

She closed her eyes, holding out her cards to Megumi. "Here!"

He arched an eyebrow, examining the cards. "What are you trying to do?"

You glanced over his shoulder and did nothing to hide your laughter. "Two brick and a sheep?"

"No, it's a wheat and ore."

"Two brick." You grabbed the cards out of Megumi's hand before he could object, showing them to Nobara. "See?"

Sheepishly, she took the cards and gave the correct cards to him, sending daggers towards you with her eyes as you burst into a fit of laughter. "...my turn's over."

You grabbed the die, rolling a 7. Everyone switched up their demeanor, pleading with you to not move the robber on their resource.

"I gave you three sheep that one time–"

"I'll let you use my 3:1 port–for free!”

"I'll give you 4 brick right now!"

You eyed them all, giving a long, drawn out thought to each plea before placing the robber on Nobara's sheep: she had been getting multiple of them and using her port to trade them in for the other resources that she lacked.

"You–I'm not forgetting this!" She huffed, holding out her deck for you, allowing you to grab a wood she had been holding onto. "Repick!"

"Sorry, rules are rules." You shrugged, handing in 2 brick and 2 wood. You placed the roads on the board, reaching over to grab Megumi's longest road card. "And I'll take this."

The darker haired boy furrowed his eyebrows, refusing to place the cards in their piles. "I've never given you any brick."

"I traded them in earlier," You defended.

"You already used them."

"No I didn't, they're right there."

"You're using your technique!" Nobara accused, slamming her hands against the table as she pointed a finger at you.

"No I'm not!"

( You were. )

Megumi checked through the piles, finding mismatched cards in every resource pile. "Have you... been doing this all game?"

You couldn't defend yourself after the evidence was brought to light, looking at the board for any out. "It doesn't matter anyways, Yuuji already won."

"What," the other three all said in unison, staring at the board and then towards Yuuji.

"Did I?" He asked, looking at his cards and at the board.

Megumi counted up his points, staring dumbfoundedly at him. "You have 15 points."

"You have 15 and didn't say anything?" Nobara hit Yuuji's shoulder, falling back into her seat.

"I thought you could only get points with these." He flipped over his development cards, showing 5 more victory points.

"20?" You yelled, staring in disbelief at the boy.

"Did you even listen to the rules?" Megumi asked.

"Yeah, build roads and buy cards."

"That's not what I said."

"I can't believe Yuuji won," You whined, Nobara joining your side: you were one point away from winning.

"We can play again," he offered, sheepishly smiling as he handed over his cards to Megumi.

“Let's just watch a movie.” Megumi noticed the anger and disappointment radiating off of both you and Nobara, knowing that if they were to play another game, the two of you would do more than just pout.

“I can’t believe you cheated,” Nobara muttered.

“Two brick and a sheep.”

“Shut up.”

[stevesbipanic]

I heard Punk! Steve and came running to your ask box 😂😅

Anyways tell me more please

Ofc Ally ❤️ I give you the origin of Punk!Steve.

After the events of 1985, The Harringtons never returned. They left a voicemail for Steve, something along the lines of bad investments, disappointments and don't call. Steve didn't hear it til he got out of the hospital. He broke down, went on a bender for a week that only Robin managed to pull him out of once she found his house.

They talked a lot, about childhoods and being misunderstood. Steve felt he could tell Robin anything after their time in the mall bathroom and so he did. Robin had brlught a book about the library about overcoming trauma. It probably hadn't been the books intention, but they burnt a lot of stuff that night. A big bonfire by the pool, chatting the precious lawn, Steve didn't care.

They burnt the couch, the pool chairs, his parents mattress, bits of his rooms wallpaper, shirts, that stupid car picture. Anything that his parents had given him that was meant to build him in their image.

Next was the bathroom. Clippers in hand Steve shaved the side of Robin's hair and she did both of his sides in return. Robin cracked a joke that no matter what they did to Steve's hair it still looked perfect. Steve wanted more. A trip the the drugstore provided an answer. A quick bleach and dye later and Robin and Steve giggled at the red tipped hair.

They weren't done, Steve never wanted them to be done, with every hour he felt more free.

"You sure this is safe?"

"No but I saw a girl do it in the bathroom at school and your room is probably more sanitary."

"OW WHAT HAPPENED TO 1 2 3!"

Steve thought the safety pins through his ears were cool.

"When you turn 18, were getting matching tattoos."

"Soulmates for life, dingus."

The following weekend they took a trip to Indianapolis. They checked out thrift shops and spray painted storefronts. Steve traded his converse for docs, his polo's for ripped and mesh shirts. Splashes of solid colour were added to his look. They ripped his jeans in the car. Steve hoarded pins upon pins.

Back home, Robin carefully lined his eyes in dark kohl. His eyes becoming sharp and calculated. He smiled at himself in the mirror, staring back he finally saw Steve, just Steve made completely by him.

"Honestly, looking like this I could carry around my bat."

"Would certainly be convenient next time we're captured by Russians."

Steve rolled his eyes looking back at her lounging on his bed.

"What're you reading?"

"Oh? Um it's a zine I picked up at the last store, you know...the one with the pink triangle?"

"Oh that one." Robin had been educating him about queer history as much as she could for a small town girl. "What's it about?"

Robin bit her lip, "Um well, it's about people like me, and people not quite like me, ya know? Like there's a whole bunch of labels out there, I just wanted to make sure mine fit."

Steve smiled, "And what did you learn?"

"Definitely a lesbian, sorry babes." Steve laughed in return, his feelings for Robin had shifted firmly to platonic and she knew that. "Here, you should take a look, will help broaden ya education."

Steve took the zine and started to flip through it. Inside it detailed genders and sexualities. Steve was intrigued to find out there were more than just boys and girls, but that wasn't what caught his attention the most.

Bisexuality

Steve's eyes seemed to linger on the page, almost for too long.

"Steve? You ok? If you're getting a migraine again we can read it later, no rush."

Steve pulled his eyes away, "No, um, no migraine, it's just, um..." Robin could easily pick up the hesitation in his voice, there was a slight tremor in his hands. She slowly leant over, taking back the zine.

"Oh, Steve."

"Just didn't know a person could be that."

"How does it make you feel?"

"Honestly, I feel more like me than I have my whole life. Thank you, Robs, for all of thos you know."

"Course, dingus, you're my schmuck for life, and... I'm always here if you need to talk about things."

Steve nodded, no words were needed now between them, there would be more days, more discoveries. But now, for now they could sit together, two broken kids feeling a little more whole.

Just Robin.

Just Steve.

Just Them.

[musclesaber]

BIGger: Part 1

Not so Big

[Story Gallery]

Ian is tired of being small. He walks through the world as less of a man since he’s so little and is hopefully in for a big surprise in the morning. Commission I did for @maletfgrowthblog on Twitter/X.

The alarm blared out a painstaking screech as Ian rolled himself over in his bed. “Ugghhh, 5 more minutes,” groaned the freshman college student as he hit the snooze button. Sitting up, Ian rubbed his eyes and yawned. He looked at the clock and sighed. 8:45 am read the clock. Getting out of bed. Ian scratched the back of his head as he walked over to his closet. Still walking like a zombie, Ian threw a t-shirt and athletic shorts on and went over to the mirror. His clothes hung off his wire frame like a tent as he swiped a comb through his long dirty blonde hair and brushed his teeth quickly.

Making his way out the door of his tiny apartment, Ian started walking to his first class of the day. On his way, Ian had to walk through the student union building where he saw a giant cardboard cutout of a huge bodybuilder winking at him. “Step right up! Step right up! Compete in the strongman competition tonight at the carnival in town for a chance to win a free meal pass for an entire year!” said a buff student in front of the booth. 

“Hey! I’d like to compete!” said Ian with a smile on his face.

“Uh are you sure about that little guy?” asked the buff student, giving Ian a weary look. “I don’t know if this competition is the right thing for a person of your…stature.” Ian was only 5’3 on a good day and 110 pounds soaking wet. Nothing about his body screamed strongman.

“Well, are there any restrictions on competing? Am I not allowed to?” asked Ian as he took a flier.

“No, you can still compete, but if I’m being honest, I doubt you’d even beat me in a strongman competition and I know I’m not gonna be the biggest guy there,” said the student as he looked Ian’s body up and down. 

“There’s no waste in at least trying, right?” asked Ian as he folded up the flier and put it in his book bag. 

“I guess not. But a word of advice, the rec center is free to all students on campus. Maybe go and lift a few weights and learn some good form for doing lifts just so you don’t hurt yourself.”

Ian pondered for a moment before responding. “Alright, I have a few classes today so I’ll head to the rec after for some help.”

“Awesome. I know first time clients for personal trainers get their first session for free. What’s your name by the way?”

“My name’s Ian.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Kevin.”

“Nice to meet you as well, Kevin. I’ll see you tonight at the carnival,” said Ian as he made his way to class. Hustling into the classroom, Ian saw most of the seats were taken except for one in the second row. After he took his seat, Ian looked up at the board and saw he couldn’t see a thing. One of the football players was sitting in front of him, and a big one at that. He looked three times wider than Ian’s body and sitting down in the chair, he seemed taller than Ian was standing.

“Hey, buddy. Do you mind leaning over?” asked Ian, tapping on the big guy’s wide shoulder. The hulking body didn’t move. “Excuse me, can you trade seats with me?” repeated Ian tapping his shoulder. Again, the wide silhouette didn’t budge. “Hello! Big guy!” Ian pushed on the back of the man’s shoulder and finally saw the big frame turn.

“What?” asked the jock as he took out his airpods. “Did you say something?” He turned and looked down at Ian shoving him.

“I can’t see the board from behind you. Do you mind switching seats with me?” asked Ian.

“My eyes won’t let me see the board if I move any further back. I have to sit up front,” replied the jock pointing to his glasses.

“But, how am I supposed to see the board behind your wide back?”

“Not my problem. Have a growth spurt maybe?” chuckled the jock. “Small fry.” He put his air pods back into his ears and turned back to face the front.

“Like you seeing the board will improve your grade in the slightest,” whispered Ian under his breath. As the professor started the class, Ian could only see about a quarter of the top of the board over the jock. “I’m not learning anything today,” admitted Ian as he sat back in his seat, defeated.

Finishing up the class, Ian was right. He could only take notes from whatever the professor had said, but had none of the powerpoint to work from. Closing his laptop, Ian rushed out of class annoyed. Ian went to his next classes without much issue, until finally he was free to hit the rec center. 

Ian had only ever been to the rec center when he was on his campus tour, but from what he remembered about it, it was a fairly nice facility. Entering the building, Ian walked up to the front desk. “Hi, I’d like to meet with one of your personal trainers for one of those free workout sessions?”

The woman working the front desk looked up from her phone then looked back down immediately. “The sign up sheet for a personal trainer is right there and a trainer will be by in a few minutes to help you with your workout,” said the woman in a monotone voice. 

“Thanks,” replied Ian, matching her energy. After putting his name down, he went to the weights section of the gym, spotting an open squat rack and nabbing it immediately. Putting his things down next to the machine, Ian started grabbing weights to rack onto the machine. After struggling to put two 45’s on one side of the bar and one on the other, Ian was returning with the last 45 to see a man had gotten onto his squat rack.

“Hey! I was using that!” shouted Ian. The man looked down at Ian and laughed.

“Oh little guy, there’s no way you could lift all this weight,” said the man, hardly containing his laughter.

“Yes I could! I’m trying to get strong for a strongman competition later and need the practice!” said Ian as he threw down the 45. The man looked him up and down and continued to laugh.

“Puh-lease, you? Winning a strongman competition? That’s rich. And what else is gonna happen today, huh? Will I see a flock of pigs flying by when I leave the gym? Is tuition gonna be made free today too? Sorry little guy, this rack is for people who actually have a chance at winning that competition,” said the man as he got under the bar. 

In a fit of rage, Ian grabbed his bag and walked back to the front desk in a huff. “Hey, where’s that personal trainer?” asked Ian to the front desk lady. Again raising her eyes from her phone for a second before returning them back to what she was looking at.

“A trainer will be by in a few minutes to help you with your workout,” she repeated.

“You said that already a few minutes ago. Are there even any trainers here that are going to help me?” asked Ian with annoyance in his voice.

“They will see you whenever they become available. Some have clients they are working with at the moment and others are doing their own workouts. If you would like to schedule an appointment with a trainer, you may. Otherwise, you can wait until one becomes available,” said the front desk lady. 

“I don’t have time for this,” said Ian as he puffed air out of his nose in a huff and turned around to leave the gym. Resigning to just going back to his apartment.

Walking back, Ian slouched his body down, making him appear even smaller than normal. Slugging his way into his apartment building, he got onto the elevator to take him up to his room. While waiting for the elevator to take him up to his room, a very fat man rounded the corner into the elevator and his big bulk smashed Ian into the back wall of the elevator. 

“Uh, excuse me!” said James. His voice muffled between the wall and the fat man’s back. As the elevator moved upwards, the large man didn’t budge from his spot. Leaving Ian pressed tightly between a rock and a hard place. Finally the elevator doors opened and the fat man walked out, releasing Ian from behind the lard prison. 

The doors closed and went up to Ian’s floor as Ian straightened himself out after he’d been flattened like a pancake. “Jesus, I’m surprised the elevator could even move with that big guy on here.” As the doors opened, Ian walked to his tiny studio apartment. Plopping down onto his bed, he looked at his phone. 4:00, he still had an hour before the meet. “I might as well shower, I did get a little sweaty from lifting those weights. Even though it was just the plates.”

Ian got up from his bed and shucked off his clothes quick enough and hopped into the shower. Why am I even doing this strongman competition? thought Ian. I’m not strong. Hell, I doubt I could’ve even lifted two of those plates. Ian looked down at his body and was unimpressed. His body was extremely underdeveloped. He had no muscle tone in the slightest, no hair on his body aside from his head, and what little size he did have was in the form of a small belly that bulged out from his midsection. That guy at the rec was right. I shouldn’t even be in this competition in the first place.

Ian rinsed off his face and started lathering his body with soap. No, I can’t give up on this. Ian scrubbed between the few crevices he had on his body. I’ve always wanted to be big and this will show all those big guys that I have the drive to get big like all of them. Ian turned the faucet in the shower off and put a towel around his waist. “I’ll show them that I have what it takes to grow big!” said Ian as he exited the bathroom.

Putting on a compression shirt and short gym shorts, Ian grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, and headed out the door. He got in his car and the drive to the fair grounds was a quick drive, but Ian was anxious to get there. Entering the carnival, Ian bought a ticket and found the booth where the competition sign ups were because sitting there was the cute jock from earlier, Kevin.

“Hey! Kevin, it’s me, Ian,” said Ian as he walked up. “Remember me?”

“Ian, yes. Of course I remember you. Our ringer,” said Kevin with a chuckle. “Glad to see you made it. We just need a little bit of information about you before we can get started with everything.” Kevin got up from his seat and got beside Ian. “First things first, what is your full name?”

“Ian McCormick.”

“Muh-cor-mick,” said Kevin as he wrote on his clipboard. “Perfect, and what year are you at the university?”

“Freshman.”

“Got it, and what made you want to sign up for this competition?”

“Because I wanna show everyone how big I am,” said Ian. Kevin looked up from his clipboard as Ian spoke those words with an inquisitive face. “And the free meal pass.”

“Ah, you are not the only one in that category,” said Kevin as he jotted down Ian’s answer. “Alright, now last things, if I could get your height and weight, here on this scale.” Kevin stepped aside to reveal a scale. 

Stepping forward, Ian got onto the scale and Kevin started moving the blocks on top down. “Okay, it says here that you weigh…108 pounds,” said Kevin, writing down the results. Ian gave a bit of a half smile before walking over to the wall behind the booth where there was a measuring stick. Kevin got close to Ian for a moment as he put his clipboard on top of his head to get an accurate measurement. And as he did, Ian couldn’t help but admire Kevin’s fantastic physique up close. 

“I didn’t mention this earlier, but you have quite the size on you, for just being a student that is,” said Ian as Kevin stepped back.

“Thanks, I have been lifting for a long time so I’m very proud of my work,” said Kevin as he brought up his arm and it bunched up to the size of a baseball as he flexed. 

“Well, even though you said you probably have some steep competition, I hope you go far in the games.”

“Thanks little guy,” said Kevin, flashing Ian a smile. “And you are 5 foot 2 and a half inches tall.” Kevin wrote down the results and pulled the sheet of paper out of the clipboard.

“Alright Ian, now that you’re all signed in, let’s get you to the first round,” said Kevin as he led Ian behind the booth.”

“How many rounds are there exactly? It might surprise you, but I’ve never been to a competition like this before,” said Ian as he followed.

“No worries, there will be 3 rounds. First a basic test of strength, next a lifting competition, and lastly there will be a flex off with our finalist. Then a winner will be crowned.”

“Sounds simple enough. So what’s this test of strength I have to do?” asked Ian as they entered a big tent. 

“You’ll need to score high on this classic carnival game,” said Ian as he gestured toward a high striker game set up with a large hammer beside it. “You have to get at least up to the 700 point range then you’ll be able to move onto the next part of the competition.”

Ian looked the game up and down. He saw little lines along the side with numbers running up it by the hundreds. The 700 mark was fairly close to the top part of the tower, but it should be doable. “Alright, can I go whenever?”

“Give it your best swing.” Ian walked over and grabbed onto the handle of the hammer and struggled to pick that weight up alone. Swinging the hammer over his shoulder, Ian steadied himself in front of the tower before pushing the hammer down in front of him and hitting the launch pad. The metal ball in the machine rang out as it started to fly up towards the top. But Ian’s enthusiasm quickly melted away as the metal ball stopped in between the 100 and 200 markers and began to descend..

“Oooo not even close. I’m sorry Ian,” said Kevin as he patted Ian on the back. “There’s always next year. Maybe you could train hard in the gym and I’m sure you could make it at least to the next round no problem,” said Kevin trying to comfort Ian.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll do that. I guess.” Ian looked extremely defeated and didn’t even look Kevin in the eye before shuffling away. Walking through the carnival, Ian felt like he was going to burst into tears from embarrassment, but he held it all in. “I’m never going to get big. I’ll never be strong. I’ll always be a weakling.”

Ian headed towards the exit before a strange attraction caught his eye. The Great Zoltan! Here to Grant your Deepest Desires! “Like that could ever happen,” said Ian mockingly. Examining the machine, Ian took out a dollar. “Why not? It’s not like this day can get worse.” Sliding the dollar into the machine, the animatronic inside the booth lit up.

“I am Zoltan! What do you desire?” asked the animatronic as it moved its robotic mouth.

“I wish I could do this whole day over, but if I was bigger,” said Ian as he closed his eyes.

“Your wish, is my command!” replied the animatronic. It crossed its arms and closed its eyes before lights started flashing from the booth. A cheesy sci-fi music track started playing behind it as smoke appeared in the booth. Finally, the animatronic opened its eyes again and returned to its original position.

“This is some bullshit. I’m never getting that dollar back,” said Ian as he kicked the machine. Walking back to his car, Ian pouted the entire ride home before slugging his way back up to his apartment and flopping himself down on his bed. “What I wouldn’t give to be bigger.” Ian yawned and despite it still being fairly early, he got a strange sleeping spell that took over his body until he was fast asleep snoring. Unaware of what tomorrow had in store for him.

[rafesproactiveprettygirl]

Money, Money, Money

“In my dreams, I have a plan. If I got me a wealthy man, I wouldn’t have to work at all, i’d full around and have a ball.”

soft-ish cameron x pogue reader

warnings: not proof read, some cussing probably, fluff

Not only did it shock you when Rafe asked you out, it shocked everyone. The whole Outerbanks probably. You were a Pogue, people saw you as filthy. But when you were hired to work as a cleaner for the Cameron house, Rafe couldn’t keep his eyes off you. The way your tongue stuck out slightly when you scrubbed dishes, or the way your hips swayed slightly to the music you’d play.

The Cameron’s didn’t treat you as any less, Ward and Rose made sure you were paid well and fed, Sarah often did the laundry for you and let you wear her clothes while you worked, but Rafe decided he’d do something different. He’d buy you things, little gifts you suppose. It started off small, you found some cute emerald earrings sitting on the counter with a note, your name scribbled messily. You laughed at their attempt and opened the note, your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when you read it was from Rafe.

You could only think of two things. 1, he was either pulling your tail to mess with you for being a Pogue, or 2, he accidentally gave it to the wrong person. You walked up to Wards office where Rafe was waiting for his dad and you knocked slightly on the open door. “Mr. Cameron?” You asked softly. He turned his head and his eyes narrowed at you, he gave a small smile. “Rafe is fine.”

You nodded and showed up the letter and beautiful earrings. “I saw this on the counter, I believe you gave it to the wrong person.” You said with a shy laugh. He shook his head with a chuckle. “I make no mistakes,” cocky per usual. “They’re for you.” But also surprising sweet.

Before you could respond he got up and walked over to you, taking the earrings from your hand before leaning forward to help you put them on. You couldn’t help but shiver when his warm breath fanned your neck, and this didn’t go unnoticed. He smirked, but not big enough for you to see. When he pulled back you thanked him and told them they were beautiful. He nodded, “My dad will be back soon, run along now.”

So you got back to work.

But each day you’d get more and more gifts. Dresses, rings, necklaces, earrings, shoes, at one point it got too much. You were starting to feel bad. You didn’t come here to get free gifts, you came here to work and make money.

One night you went up to his room and knocked on his door, he opened it with a smile. “Hey Y/N, what do you need?”

You swallowed thickly and smiled small. “Hi Rafe. Well uhm, it’s about the gifts. I appreciate them, but I think you should stop giving them to me.”

“Why? Do you not like them?”

You immediately shook your head. “Nono, I do. I love them even, they’re beautiful and it’s really sweet of you and honestly it’s my favorite part of the day to see what you give me.” Rafe blushed at that, but you figured it was just because his room was hot. “But i’m starting to feel bad, you’re spending a lot of money on me. I need to work for what I want.”

“I don’t follow, why do you need to work for it when I simply give it to you? I enjoy giving you gifts Y/N.”

You shrugged. “I’m a pogue Rafe, I have to work for what I want.” He gave you a soft smile and turned to land a soft peck on your cheek. You could tell you were as red as a tomato. “It won’t be like that any longer, you can have an off tomorrow. Meet me here at 6pm, wear that red dress and ruby earrings I bought you.”

And since then you’ve dated, and you’ve never been happier. He was always buying you things, taking you places, treating you like an absolute princess. He reminded you every day how beautiful and lucky he was to have you, and you wouldn’t trade what you had for the world.

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[beautifulpersonpeach]

It's true that Scooter is an opportunist but you did not really touch up how he's heavily involved in JK's promotion. That man has literally made Jk his personal project. I understand that one of the probable things that they're doing that is to compensate for the changes in Billboard rules, but what does that tell you? He and BangPD are ready to give JK the world now just to get that #1. they literally gave JK a song for free and are handing everything to him, no sweat for the maknae. So it's okay if JK gets the special treatment? What sets him apart? I doubt Tae will get the same promotion because Scooter doesn't give a shit about him. If Tae does not get the same promotion, what then?

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Hi Anon,

Normally, this is the sort of ask I'd delete because it's a waste of time to repeat myself. But I want to use your ask as an example of the hate thrown towards Jungkook, and Anon if you're remaining active in ARMY spaces, of someone who simply isn't being honest with themselves about what they are.

Like I said, Jungkook's promo style is consistent with what BTS has done so far for exclusively English releases promoted only in America/Europe, and so if Tae does this, he should get similar promotions for his roll-out. There are exceptions too, for example, BTS went on NPR Tiny Desk and BBC Radio 1 live, Jungkook didn't attend NPR Tiny Desk (possibly impacted by the writers strike) but Namjoon did, while Jungkook instead is doing a BBC radio 1 live. With the BB rule change, possibly all releases going forward will have more of a hybrid push, even for Korean releases.

We'll see.

Feel free to mark this post to check back in ~6 months.

But that's not really what you're asking, is it?

"He and BangPD are ready to give JK the world now just to get that #1."

'...giving JK the world' in this case being BTS Western style promotions, and yeah I'm glad they're doing it. I see a win for any BTS member as a win for BTS. As cliche as it sounds, that's how I genuinely feel. Obviously.

"they literally gave JK a song for free and are handing everything to him, no sweat for the maknae."

Funny thing is this reminds me of the drags Yoongi and Jimin solos were trading two months ago - about how Jimin got 'handed' remixes and what not, while Yoongi mostly produced his own stuff; and Jimin solos retorting with pics of Yoongi's song camp in the big house when he got stuck putting together the album. It's just such an ignorant and hateful thing to say lmao. Yeah Jungkook, like Beyonce, got a song from his agency. I personally don't care for the song, but he seems to like it, feels it matches with the image and message he wants to convey at this point, and he did a good job on it. Jimin, for FACE, wanted a more personal involvement and that's fantastic as well.

"So it's okay if JK gets the special treatment?"

If by special treatment you mean an exclusively English release getting the typical BTS treatment, then yeah. I actually don't mind it. Jungkook has been extremely vocal about the grand plans he has for his solo album, for years. I don't even bias him and I know that. He's also got good English pronunciation, has an easily marketable image already, and a literal ARMY of fans (I'm assuming not including Anon) in the US. When other members want that and are prepared for it, they'll get it. Just as when other members want to do a solo tour as Yoongi did, and are prepared for it, they'll get it. Because, you know, we can all see Yoongi getting a tour isn't 'special treatment', it's more consistent with how the group has always operated.

Basically Anon, you're angry, bitter, and overly invested in a situation over which you have almost none of the information and absolutely no control over the outcome. You've made up your mind that everything that Jungkook is getting should actually have gone to the member you bias, regardless of the nuances or context around each release. That's a recipe for disaster and misery a.k.a. turning into an akgae if you aren't one already.

Overall, this idea of dick measuring promotions between the members, is an exercise in futility IMO. To what end exactly, are you lining up their choices? Like, what's the play here? /gen.

There's much ado about parasocial relationships in k-pop, but people usually just toss that word around without actually understanding what it means. Anon, I suggest you find a way to process your emotions and be honest with yourself about what you actually know, why you're feeling the way you are, and what that means for you going forward. This has practically nothing to do with Scooter, or Bang PD, or Jungkook, or even Jimin. It's 100% to do with you.

[justsomekpopstuff]

stray kids as a hockey team - part 2

A/N: hi everyone! Hope you enjoy these as much as I did! If you are a kpop/hockey fan, or if you want to learn more about hockey, feel free to reach out! I am also working on Skz as D&D characters, but its taking me a bit longer. Keep an eye out!

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part 1

stray kids team colors are black, grey, and electric blue based on vibes and vibes alone

the team mascot is a feral fluffy bright blue monster, lovingly named Maniac

one time during the playoffs, the team had to go into double overtime, which means they played through the team's usual meal time

Defenseman!Changbin, of course, was officially starving and going into "hangry" mode. The team switched out starting goaltender!Lee Know with backup goaltender!Seungmin to preserve Lee Know's energy for a potential future game. Lee Know heard Changbin getting hungrier, so he went down the tunnel, and 10 minutes later came back with a full-on sandwich with all the fixings for Changbin to eat on the bench. No one knows how he made the sandwich or where it came from to this day.

starting goaltender!Lee Know has a running Weird Goaltender™️ bet with the entire team, all based around his love for his cats

He got teased one too many times and said "okay, payback time". Now, he regularly sticks little cat stickers over all of his teammates and their gear without them knowing. Whoever accumulates the most cat stickers by the end of the season gets to wear a tutu during the final regular season warm-up. Forward!Felix, forward!Han, and defenseman!Changbin lose regularly.

The team keeps a running tally of how many times everyone falls into and out of the bench during the season (it happens more often than you think)

They honestly try their best to be so careful, but because everything is so fast-paced its easy for them to just completely flop off of and on to the ice. 99% of the time everyone gets a good laugh out of it. At the end of the season they give an award for the best bench-fail of the season. Starting goaltender!Lee Know won one season with an incident just like THIS.

forward!Hyunjin once got a very big modeling contract offered to him when the team was out for a group dinner on an off day

He had to turn it down at the time because they were still in-season, but as soon as the agent left the entire team burst into (supportive) laughter. And, of course, without his knowledge, they called the agent back and told them to get him during the off-season.

when he was first brought on to the team, defenseman!Bang Chan let the managers know that as long as he was on the team, everyone would officially have a no-trade clause in their contracts

They brought him on because of his skill, and allowed him to form the team how he wanted. But that was something that he would not budge on - whoever he picked, as long as they wanted to be there, would be part of the team, no matter what. The higher-ups tried to sneak by him, which led to a multi-day protest where the rest of the team, led by Bang Chan, refused to get on the ice until everyone was brought back and present. Whoever is on the team, Bang Chan will always have their back (and that is why he is the captain).

one of the team's most iconic memes comes at the hands of forward!Han and defenseman!Jeongin

A player from the other team was getting chirpy and decided to ram into forward!Hyunjin as he was starting to skate towards the bench. In perfect unison, Han and Jeongin stood off the bench leaned over and started yelling every ridiculous insult under the sun at that player like two feral raccoons. Some particular highlights included "your hair looks like it came from a halloween store" and "you have the IQ of a preschooler" as well as many other more colorful insults. Fans made merch of feral raccoon Han and Jeongin that have become more popular than some of the team's regular merch.

when the three stars of the game are announced after each game, they come out and throw a plush version of Maniac into the stands for the fans

best tape job: backup goaltender!Seungmin, who uses taping his goalie sticks as a form of meditation before each game, and will sometimes volunteer to do some of his teammates tape-ups as well

worst tape job: forward!Felix based on nothing but pure vibes and energy

the whole team are close friends with hockey team!Ateez, but when they play each other all bets are off and it will be the most chaotic game anyone has ever watched

[gortashs-skidmark]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙩𝙚'𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 - ρα૨ƭ 5 ♥ BG3 x READER ♥

Let's pray this bitch let's me fucking talk. Politics, politics, politics yadda yadda ♥ PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4 This fic involves previous DND knowledge! Such as Grand Duke Ravenguard, The Outer City, Blacksmithing, The Descent, The Zhentarim, Bane, and Enver Gortash.

MORE CHAPTERS ON QUOTEV and Wattpad. under my account ciggysn’milk (Quotev) and sensorycarrot (Wattpad)

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I hate the Wattpad platform but I will persist. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Gender Neutral, un-descriptive looks, No name, MATURE THEMES, act 3 spoilers CONTENT WARNING: Cussing, unfriendly behavior, meeting canon characters ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ As Continued...

“A hearty choice of words” this was your chance to leave. Their attention had left you. Gortash was your boastful out “Our dear citizen, Ravenguard will help fiendish blood, but not his own fiendish blood, did you not say?” right as you were about to make a grandeur escape. ---------------- “You did not fucking hear that” you said in disbelief.  “I did, I did, dear. And you did state it, from this far corner?” He jilted at the end in mockery.  “Fuck, I don’t wanna deal with this man! You two can fuck and make up! I’m sure your asses are jealous of your wet hot mouths from and shit you both spew! I don’t give a monkey’s piss. I have business! To… go about…” you said the last part without confidence. You had no business to go about. And you were being mean to Ravenguard, who really didn’t need to be involved in that sentence.   They looked shocked at the blunt vulgarity, the crowd whispered. Even gortash raised both eyebrows high.  “Are they intimate? With each other??” “enemies to lovers?” “Baldur’s Mouth will have a good paper tomorrow” “Their honesty would benefit parliament more than Ravenguard’s” Poor choice of words. You started a rumor that they’re fucking.  “...I suppose I shouldn’t keep you here. I’m sure you have a job that profits the Gate’s trade.” You knew he knew you didn’t. Probably from your clothes. And attitude. How does someone get a job with that sailor’s mouth? Probably sailors. And Chefs. You stocked off immediately, you had no more business, no reason to grace your presence to the crowd. The shit show's over. Curtains closed. You’re never returning to that corner of the Lower City again.  -----------------

You sat in Bloombrige Park. Under a shady tree on a bench. Though, the clouds were still dark, and the light peaked through. You were starving. You don't know how long it'd been since you arrived.

The trees swayed peacefully. This is somewhere that felt like home. It was the same there, and the same here. The wind still blew, the children were still playing with stick swords, it was still beautiful. Just a moment of peace. ------ A blissful hour went by. The wind had started to pick up, and the clouds were ever-graying. You pondered why that fire was blue. Karlach’s fire turned blue, if you had sex with her in the game. You knew that. And it was hot. But that fire wasn’t any fire. It moaned, it ached, it yearned. It was depressing and it told, begged you to touch out to others and make them feel its plea. Perhaps it was Spellplague. It looked like the wispy auras coming out of the cracked cobblestone in the Shadowfell. It certainly felt like it was described.  Your peace was interrupted by an ‘ahem’ and a cough.  “Just pick one sound to get my attention dude” you said. Your gaze followed the noise.   Ah. It was the lordling again. You got a good look at him this time. He was ruggedly built, unconventionally handsome, hair messing up in the wind, and not smiling at you.   “Do you intend to make a fool of me?” He hissed urgently, with spit, in your face. Oh to be spit on by Gortash.  You wiped it off your face pointedly. “No but it’s free speech man, to criticize the government” You’re nationality was shining through, no one would know though.  “You can criticize the government, but you shouldn’t. The strong, leaderly, people have a right to control the weak” “That’s Banite Proverb my guy. It’s also Banite Proverb to fuck off” His posture straightened and he was clearly taken aback “Are you always so familiar with vulgarity?” “I kiss your mom with this mouth” Bad idea, to say that. Really, what’re you thinking? “...” his hands went up in a ‘call it a day’ manner, and his body turned and walked off. 1pt You, 0pts Gort. “You’re the son of a cobbler with those fugly ass shoes?” You shouted as he rounded a corner, still leaving, alone. 2pts You, 0pts Gort.  You turned your head to infront of you, and curled into your previous disassociation posture. It was getting dark, and even bluer from the irritated clouds.  You stood up and walked out of the park, slowly, you didn’t want another run in. Your chilled skin stood up on end, the cold was soaking your bones. You continued to walk astray, avoiding the center of city. Rounding a corner, you felt a heat wave hit your cheeks and nose, and the smell of iron and freshly processed leather wafted through the air. Your head looked up and your eyes felt the warmth of the light. It was the blacksmithing place! Uh the forge. Of. the….you didn’t remember the name. Where Dammon works, or will, or has. You didn’t know what time it was. 

To Be Continued...

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　TRACKS x gn reader

　　　　『　tracks ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> reader n tracks are partners at a local police station . pt.1

　　— tw :: death ,, past trauma w/ reader ,, bullets + gunfire ,, mentions of a gang ,, human trafficking ,, black market

　　— tried to think of what would be somewhat upsetting for this little short series w/ tracks . reader is a cop and is working on a case together w/ tracks . really just putting some tracks content out there bc theres nothing of him and i like him a lot :( feel free to request anything of him or ask questions abt the past few series :3 ill be happy to explain anything rlly . this is set in the g1 timeline too . this is pretty much an introduction to the series <3

— feel free to reblog or give any comments / feedback ! <3 i enjoy reading them and seeing my work spread !

          " officer (l/n) ,, this is your new partner ." was what you heard from the chief ,, setting down your drink and looking up to meet the large mech in front of you . he was one of those cybertronians from space ,, here on earth for some reason . you didnt keep up with the news as of late ,, busy mourning your previous partner who had died in a recent crossfire between a gang that you two had been tracking for some weeks now . " hello ,, it's nice to meet you ,," you nodded to the brightly colored mech . " it's tracks ,, and it's nice to meet you as well officer ." he replied . his voice was different from what you've heard before in your life .

          silky and velvety ,, as though it would be from the most expensive of cloth around the world . it was that of one you would hear from those rich british men who came overseas and always had something to complaim about . yet ,, he didnt seem the type to do that .

          " well tracks ,, hope youre good with long term cases ." you snicker to yourself before taking a quick sip of your drink and opening the case file to the previously mentioned gang . " my previous partner and i had gotten somewhat close to arresting these punks ,, but things happened and they ended up escaping ." tracks got down to one knee ,, his arm resting over his leg as he peered over your shoulder . you saw the chief leave the room out of the corner of your eye ,, and resumed your focus to the file .

          " what gang is this ?" tracks asked ,, scanning over the words in the file . your hand came to your chin ,, explaining what you knew so far of the crooks . " they deal with human trafficking ,, kidnapping women who stray a little too far from the street lights to sell and trade on the black market . they've also been known to be the result of a few mass murders down town in some clubs ." you take another quick sip from your drink ,, flipping the pages . " last we saw them was in an alley of a bar ,, leaving in a limousine . so i'm guessing they've either got a hella lot of money ,, or they're good business partners with those who do ."

          tracks nodded ,, taking in the information better than you'd assume he would . maybe you were expecting a few disgusted looks or a gag ,, yet received nothing of the sort . " do you know their usual routine yet ?" he asked ,, helm turning your way . " kind of ,, though i'm not sure it really can count as a routine . the most active they are is on wednesday nights ,, usually in allies of bars or clubs . the closest i had gotten to getting a lead on them was two weeks ago ."

          " what happened ? im assuming you didnt figure out where they went ,," he tilted his helm to the side . " some others were behind me an' my partner ,, they shot at us a bit . one of their bullets grazed my partner ,, and ever since i havent been able to work on the case ." you casted your eyes to the side ,, remembering the night . adrenaline had pumped vigorously through your veins ,, trying your damnest to steer clear of the bullets flying past the vehicle . you did manage to steer clear of them ,, though at the cost of your partner getting severely injured . the images of it flooded your mind ,, squinting your eyes close and taking another sip of your drink .

           " sorry for your loss ." tracks murmured lowly ,, unsure of what to do . you only shook your head ,, brushing it off . " doesnt matter ,, just be sure youre ready later tonight for a bit of patrolling ." you waved your hand at him ,, leaving the case file with the mech so he can review it as much as needed .

[the-solar-system52]

TPOH NEGATIVE THEORY ‼️

As an overthinker, media with complicated lore and mysteries are my lifeline so I've decided to contribute my thoughts to the wild west that is tpoh theories!

My working theory I will be going through today is.. (drum roll please 🥁🥁)

TIME WAS THE ONE THAT CREATED NEGATIVE! *jazz hands*

.......okay just hear me out-

#1

Why would Time create Negative?

So, we know that RGB and Time are friends and Time helped him after he lost his first hero and also helped Hero, so Time does support RGB's mission and wishes him to succeed. (there also a modmad post you can find on RGB's wiki that implies he might have once been dating Time sooooo)

We also know that Time and Hate used to be friends but had some sort of falling out that resulted in them becoming enemies. Time actively worked against Hate by helping Hero and RGB.

Another thing we find out in Casting is that Hate never intended to give RGB any chance at succeeding in his mission. The game was rigged from the start, as RGB said. The Land of Make Believe is a very hostile place and its implied that Hate has quite a bit of control over the world so it makes sense that she intended to just kill RGB with a Fear or any other enemy.

All this considered, how I imagine it went is that Time knew Hate wouldn't let RGB live and created Negative to help RGB, protect the heros and go against Hate, which lines up with Time's previously mentioned character relationships.

This also explains Negative's behaviour. We don't know much about him but I am a believer of the theory that Negative is a good guy and doesn't mean any harm. All we've seen him do is protect himself when RGB died, defeat Fears and sandstorms and protect Hero. He is basically a characterised defensive mechanism for RGB. Which lines up with what Time would want him to be. He didn't want RGB to die so he created Negative to get RGB out of danger if he ever got badly injured so that Hate couldn't hurt him!

#2

How would Time create Negative?

With the memories RGB gave him in the trade for more time!!

Think about it! It always bugged me that Time took RGB's memories for seemingly no reason. When Hero needed Time's help, Time did some time-travel shenanigans free of charge! Hero didn't need to give up any of her memories, so why did RGB have to?

Maybe Time needed them to create Negative. This might be a bit of a stretch, but I believe that Negative is supposed to represent RGB's repressed memories.

RGB is a coward and runs away, but Negative is brave and fights creatures head-on. RGB tries to deny that he cares for Hero, but Negative openly protects her even if he accidentally ends up spooking her with his creepy appearance. RGB talks a lot, but Negative hasn't had a single line of dialogue and is theorised by most of the fandom to be mute.

Maybe the reason Negative is so creepy looking and has possible relations to RGB's weird dreams is because he represents the bad memories that Time took from him! Which may explain why RGB can't remember how he died or parts of his human life!

This also is why RGB doesn't know Negative exists and can't remember anything Negative does. And why he changed the subject when Hero tried to tell him about Negative on the train and why water is his biggest fear. Because he doesn't WANT to know.

#3

Additional evidence!

THIS CONVERSATION WITH DIAL AND HATE! I NEVER SEE ANYONE TALKING ABOUT IT!

First all, blackouts are when the page goes dark and Hate can't see what the protagonists are doing. And if there was a blackout at the Plains of Hesitation (the place we first meet Negative) that means Hate can't see Negative and probably doesnt know he exists! This was probably some magic Time did when creating Negative so Hate couldn't hurt Negative.

But, we see Dial saying "Nah, he seemed the same as ever." implying that Hate asked him something along the lines of "was RGB acting differently?"

This makes me think that Hate knows something is up with RGB and knows that he isn't always himself, but doesn't know what exactly. This would make sense since RGB has been trying to defeat Hate for a very long time and is somehow always coming back when he should have died, so of course Hate would guess something was wrong.

My last peice of evidence is this:

From Time's dialogue here, he can infer that Time is aware of Negative's existence. This could just be down to the fact that he is... well TIME, so he basically knows everything since he watches over everything.

But what I find really interesting is how he says "She doesn't learn that yet." when talking about Hero. Because Hero DOES know about Negative, she's seen him twice and even figured out that water getting into his circuits can trigger out Negative, so WHAT hasn't she learnt yet? I believe that the thing she has yet to learn in Negative's backstory and creation, so it makes sense for Time to say this.

(Also Time has one eye and so does Negative. That might be a coincidence since a few tpoh character only have one eye but its worth mentioning 🤷‍♂️)

IN CONCLUSION! I like this theory I think it has a good amount of evidence, but not enough that im completely happy with it. I'm currently rereading TPOH and looking for clues relating to the lore so if I find anything that disproves or proves this theory then I'll reblog with more info! And please feel free to do the same because I love theorising with other people!

Either way, i really really REALLY hope we get some more Negative screentime soon because I MISS HIM :(

Okie dokie bye now 👋

[leviadraws]

Thoughts/Headcanons for a Danganronpa another 1 and 2 Actor Au? (like how different the actors are to the characters, who's dating who, etc.)

Omg omg omg omg I love actor aus! They’re so wholesome and you all know how much I love the wholesome

This is real long, so it’s below the cut. I'm not really gonna go into ships much as this is long enough already, so feel free to make your own hcs about who likes who. There aren't enough tags available to tag everyone so Imma just say here, there's the full cast of both games.

This is more general shenanigans than headcanons about what they're like?

DRA

No one expected DRA to be a hit, it's low budget and everyone is a nobody except like two people who they splashed the cash on so they could have famous people in trailers.

Utsuro/Maeda's actor is /scarily/ good at what he does. At the drop of a hat and the slightest expression change his whole vibe just changes. If you've ever seen that clip of Skarsgaard informing the director of IT that he can do the lazy eye thing naturally and then the director runs away it's that kinda thing. The rest of the cast are equally impressed and scared by him. Sometimes, he acts like Utsuro when dressed as Maeda and vice versa, just to mess with people. It especially confuses Tsurugi to no end.

So! The two already very famous people. One is Higa, and the other is Yamaguchi.

Working with Higa was, not smooth at all, dude was a total diva so the script was completely rewritten to make him the first killer just so they could get rid of him quickly. Chapter 0 work was done first chronologically, and he seemed to put a decent amount of effort in that, but as time went on he had other bigger projects and just didn't bother to turn up half the time.

He had to wear a bald cap for his execution and the rest of the cast took photos and passed it around. When he left, they all signed a copy as his leaving present.

Kakeru, on the other hand, is a wrestler by trade who wanted to break into acting. He'd asked specifically if the character he played could be the softest ball of softness so he could try something different from his rough and tough wrestlers persona. He's the most cheerful and chatty person you've ever met, provides great hugs, and keeps the break area stocked with donuts.

Additionally, how Kakeru acts in trials is a reference to his wrestling character, it's required by his contract but he really hates it, hence why he's not seen all that much in trials.

He also helped with the stunts throughout the show, being a wrestler he knew a fair bit about landing safely or making a fight look like it hurts. He taught Kanata some throws, and she once threw Haruhiko because he dared her to, it's been caught on camera.

He was a great help to Kinji for their fight scene in chapter 3, there was a lot of practice with wires so that it could look convincing that Kinji was thrown across the room and then the fight with the spear. The prop was actually kinda heavy so that it wouldn't bend mid-swing and Kinji accidentally hit Kakeru pretty hard with it one take, they had to take him to the infirmary. Kakeru just laughed it off and said it was a normal day for him in wresting practice.

Kizuna's acting experience is previously all low budget slasher films, she has a bit of a cult following on the Internet and is known for being the ditzy one that screams the place down when you see the first victim. So she was so hyped to play a meaner character and actively went to the script writer to give her a more gruesome death than was originally planned. In her words, "If there's not blood over all the walls I will be raiding the blood packs myself".

She's /real/ good at being a corpse, she gets makeup to do some gash wounds on her body, gets some blood packs and then leans on one side of a door and waits for someone to open it. Kiyoka's shrieks and wails could be heard throughout the studio. Kizuna felt bad and bought her ice cream to apologise.

Kiyoka doubles as the cameraman, since she's only in two episodes and the original actress bailed on them at the last minute. She's basically the same as her show counterpart, but possibly even more gullible.

Akane loves to play her character a little too much sometimes, she loves flustering Ayame, and post chapter 5 she absolutely loves being as off the wall as possible.

Ayame is big and loud and heart on her sleeve, she really struggles to be more muted for her role in places. She makes sure everyone has enough water and people take breaks. Even when all her filming is wrapped up she still comes in to check in on everyone (and cheers on Akane).

Mikako is a stand up comedian by trade and so being so quiet is actually torturous for her. So she’ll make little comments or crack jokes while remaining in character and it throws everyone through a loop and they all start cracking up. She tag teams with Utsuro/Maeda who has a wonderfully dark sense of humour and will just make quips while playing as maeda.

Rei on the other hand is just like her character, except more quiet and serious rather than rude and serious. She takes the gig very seriously and often makes notes for changes in the script.

Tsurugi is really shy in reality, so when he first breaks out the "psycho cop" at the end of chapter 1 everyone is shook.

Everyone thought Teruya was a huge grump at the start, it turns out that his character's hairstyle requires him to be in hair and makeup for hours and it itches his head like crazy. He hates it so much and it makes him chronically irritable. On days when he's not in filming and can just turn up and watch he just goofs off with the others. He was secretly hoping his character would die really early so he'd stop having to get up at 5am.

Kanata likes to sing, when filming her death in chapter 3 she kept humming the Titanic theme, which genuinely caused Kinji to almost drop her on the floor.

Kakeru got to keep his fake head, they occasionally play hot potato with it.

The girls all swapped dresses after filming for chapter 4 wrapped up. They had this photo taken.

Satsuki and Haru are just big goofs, it took 20 takes for them to take their scene in chapter 4 seriously. For the first five Haru either made his "dying" super exaggerated or started laughing. One time he pretended to be a zombie on the body discovery and jumped Teruya when they opened the door to the armory. They learned that day that Teruya's voice goes glass shatteringly high.

Yamato isn't actually an actor, but rather did all the effects and props. His "mato mato to your heart~" in chapter 5 was actually him having stagefright and just blurting out the first thing that came to mind. Everyone just, died laughing and they decided to keep it.

No one was quite sure how the blood splatter would work in chapter 5, they opted to just throw a bucket of fake blood at Mikako, she was not prepared (or impressed).

It did give her the opportunity to play some pranks tho, she so tall and by this point she'd gotten the art of being quiet to a T so she could just sneak up and looooom until her victim noticed.

Inspired by Kanata, Mikako decided to start singing "I'm dying in your arms tonight" when she collapses on Rei in chapter 5. Everyone thought it was great, until they remembered that Mikako needed to get her hair and blood reset to do the scene again. Cue a three hour wait.

Akane decided to do the same, it became a bit of a running gag to trust fall onto Rei and start singing that, she was not impressed.

SDRA2

The second series rides off the success of the first, they have budget for visual effects and the cast is more well known.

Firstly, the returning cast! Utsuro, Akane, Rei, Tsurugi and Teruya return for filming of the second series. It's been five years and the success of the first series has made them more well known.

Well, except Teruya, who went travelling during the gap so very few people had seem him since the wrap up of season 1. The costume department were distraught to find out that he'd shot up a foot and a half in the mean-time. His costume had to be changed last minute as they scrambled to find something. The hat was his idea, so he could escape the clutches of hair and makeup this time.

Utsuro is actually there just to coach the actor for Yuki, he doesn't look the part anymore but still wanted to help. They become really good friends on set, and have a blast coming up with how Yuki becomes Utsuro in the show. Funnily enough, they don't actually look all that alike on set, Utsuro's hair has gotten a little longer and Yuki is so much paler.

All of Mikado's scenes are filmed without him speaking. He's miming with the green-screen half mask on so they can stitch his face together in post production. They then do his voice recording in a studio with mo-cap so the vfx team have something to base his expressions on. The miming scenes were /really/ hard to get through since someone would start laughing from Mikado miming to a backing track of his own voice. Setsuka or Emma always caved first, and once they were laughing the whole crew broke down.

They used wiring for Teruya's exit in chapter 1, and his coat got stuck in the pully. He was up there for four hours while the rest of the cast went out for dinner.

Yuri's chapter 6 design is a different persons body with his face stuck on it in post production, the rest are simply done with makeup. He had a six foot body double who looked even taller next to 4'11'' Yuri.

The chapter 1 body discovery was one of the hardest scenes to film, the original idea was to drop his stunt double onto a mat from the top of the set but health and safety said no so instead they slowly winch him up and speed it up afterwards. He had to react to invisible wires from sound cues, so to everyone watching it just looked like he was wiggling randomly.

Hajime and shinji had to bulk up quickly for their roles, sometimes they were simply too tired to move after spending so long in the gym over the weekend. Shinji in particular has a weak spot for for comfort food/drinks and gains weight easily, so it was real hard on him to stay as trim as production wanted.

Emma loves to sing, all the time. If she's not singing she's humming. Her and Hibiki actually sing the ending theme together.

Kokoro actually has such difficulty keeping quiet and a blank expression when acting. She hid behind her tablet so much to hide her smiling.

The details of the chapter 3 body discovery were left a surprise to capture some extra shock factor. They had to roll it back a little when people started crying and feeling sick.

Setsuka loved it tho, and started leaving her fake limbs around the set to spook people. She is mostly the same as her character, except more prone to pranking others (mostly Nikei, Hibiki and Iroha) and her humour is a little darker. There is an incredibly well times photo of her pranking Nikei with her fake arm, his expression was priceless

Kanade is one of those actors who the moment they’re on set they fully engross in the character. The moment she steps into the studio her whole vibe changes, she responds to everything like the character, it had the others on edge to begin with. When they're off set she just snaps back to her normal self, even her voice was different!

Her change in trials was kept a secret from the rest of the cast, when it first came out the rest of the cast were silent for a solid five minutes.

Hibiki on the other hand is chronically tired, she downs a super sugary energy drink and then tosses her hands up and yells “hey-heyyy!” To get into character. When she’s not filming she’s napping or completely deadpan.

Chapter 3 was filmed at a real theme park, the cast had to get up super early to get the scenes done while the part was still closed and empty. Sora, Setsuka, Hibiki and Iroha snuck rides in between shooting, while Yoruko watched from the floor (and yelled that they were gonna get in trouble).

Yoruko is a real by the book actor, she's always on time, she doesn't mess around, she's learnt all her lines the moment she's got the script. She hates her costume though, the moment filming stops she goes to change into a lion onesie. She bought Sora a panda one so they can practice scenes together on set.

Syobai is /incredibly/ busy, his eyebags aren't even makeup /lh. He has like five other projects on at the same time and the company paid a ton of money to have him. He takes his job very seriously, arrives, does his parts, and then leaves. He sends incredibly long emails to the script writer about all the things about his character he doesn't like. He was the driving force behind changing his character from the cursed chaper 1 victim to the cynical bastard he is today.

Nikei gets waaay too warm in his costume, and so he's constantly losing his jacket, when in reality Sora is just stealing it constantly to give to Yoruko when she gets cold. It drives him up the wall.

Are you still here? Congrats! I was gonna add more points and some extra doodles to this but I'm feeling a little burnt out atm.

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The Fire Sage Fiasco Chapter 1: The Party

Characters: Rangi and Yun (Kyoshi variant later)

Pairing: Rangshi (variation, reincarnation by a diff name :'D)

Summary:

It was just supposed to be a normal birthday for Rangi, but everything changed when the Fire Sages attacked!

(AU: What if Rangi was the Avatar?)

Other Sites: AO3 

A/N: “Another Kyoshi/Rangi centered fic, Salty?” What if I said I have a problem? ;w; Or should I say I was possessed? TT0TT

(also I realized I never posted this on here...oops)

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The sun was high in the sky with nary a cloud in sight. Rangi nibbled on what was probably her hundredth mushroom in the past hour. Her mother really went all out for her birthday. Despite the price and season, her mother had found a way to fully stock a special reserve of stalknose mushrooms just for her.

There were plenty of other delicious foods for her guests to enjoy. Her guests, which was just a small gathering of Avatar Kuruk’s, and now Avatar Yun’s, entourage, and some of her own well extended family members. 

Avatar Yun had convinced Jianzhu to celebrate Rangi’s sixteenth birthday in the Fire Nation on her home island. She told him he didn’t need to, and that she was fine celebrating it in Yokoya, but secretly she was relieved he’d done it. Turning sixteen was an important year in the Fire Nation, so the fact she was able to do it here was a blessing like no other.

The only downside is that her days before and after her birthday had been and would be filled with more and more dry Avatar meetings. Not that she completely minded, as long as she was helping the Avatar and fulfilling her duty, she was content. There was nothing she’d trade in the world for her position.

“I never thought I’d see the day! You? Enjoying something? Who would've guessed!” She heard a chuckle beside her. 

Rangi turned around and saw Avatar Yun, and pouted as she stopped consuming one of her glorious mushrooms. “What? They’re…..a delicacy. I’m just enjoying them while I can.”

“You know you’re allowed to say ‘I like this,’ right?” He grinned at her. 

She blushed in annoyance. “I-I know that! I’m just saying, it’s great to enjoy such a rare opportunity. Is that so wrong?”

He raised an eyebrow, his stupid grin turning into a stupid smirk. “So, translation, ‘I really, really like these stalknose mushrooms, Yun! I hope I get them every birthday!’ Is that right?”

Rangi kicked a sturdy rock towards him, which he knocked away with a wave of his finger. 

“Attacking the Avatar, now?” He squinted at her, challenging her. Well two could play at that game.

“It’s my birthday wish,” her voice dripping with sarcasm as she gave him her own smirk, now tapping another rock at him. He kicked it up and started to juggle it. 

She kicked up another rock, then another, and another. And he caught each one, and juggled it expertly. He switched from two hands, two just juggling them with one hand, and mocked yawned with his free hand. “Is that all you got?”

“Oh? Is the circus in town?” A disapproving voice approached. It was Rangi’s mother, Hei-Ran. 

Rangi stopped what she was doing, and stood at attention. Yun dropped the rocks he was bending and gave her a sheepish smile. “Oh, c’mon Sifu! It’s a birthday party! We’re just having fun!”

Hei-Ran massaged the bridge of her nose. “That type of fun is only allowed for children or Air Nomads. Both of which, you two are neither.”

The two teens pouted, even at a birthday party, they had to be mindful of who was around them. Even among her own family, they had to maintain their image. Maybe I should’ve had it back in Yakoya. Rangi thought sullenly. At least they wouldn’t have to worry about some of the more troublesome Fire Nation customs. It was her birthday, surely some tomfoolery wouldn’t be a sin?

A rock whizzed past Rangi right over to Yun, Yun snapped his arms to catch it. “Air Nomads can have fun you say? Then what if this Air Nomad dragged them into it?”

Kelsang approached, giving Hei-Ran a cheerful grin. Hei-Ran responded back to her old friend with a small frown, and then a nod, before walking away. Yun looked at Hei-Ran confused, but Rangi completely understood the interaction. ‘Took you long enough, now they can let loose. But don’t drag me into it.’

Kelsang took the opportunity to air puff up the rocks Yun had previously dropped, which caused Yun to start juggling again. 

Rangi resumed her original goal of finding the nearest rock, and then kicking it over to Yun like a ball. Kelsang mirrored her, but would find much heavier rocks to airbend over to the boy. Yun expertly caught each one.

Rangi found one about the size of a Kuai ball. She put her toe on top of it, before flicking it and maneuvering her same toe under it, as if she was going to juggle it with her foot. Outright kicking this rock at Yun would’ve hurt her too much, she needed to find a way to throw it. But bending down to pick it up made her feel uncool, so she opted for a foot throw.

She anchored her other foot down, and thrusted her foot forward. It sailed to Yun easily, which surprised her a little. It felt lighter than it had looked, but she chalked it up to her leg muscles getting stronger from the new horse stance routine she'd recently started. She couldn’t help but feel a bit proud knowing her muscles were getting stronger, just because she upped her training regiment a bit. 

They kept up the pace, and eventually Yun started to draw a crowd. Impressed by how much earth he was bending at once. 

The only thing that could make them stop was a gasp at the front gate. Everyone turned their heads and saw what the commotion was. 

A group of Fire Sages were marching towards through the gate, they looked haggard like they had sprinted to get there. It must’ve been an emergency.

Rangi stood at attention and flanked Yun, the party was over, she was in Avatar bodyguard mode again. Yun masterfully stopped the juggling, and lowered the pieces of earth safely to the ground.

“What seems to be the problem?” Yun asked the approaching men. Jianzhu and Hei-Ran approached just as fast as the sages, flanking Yun and Rangi’s side.

The leader of the Fire Sages stepped forward. “A-Avatar….” he gasped. 

He looked at the ground, unable to look in Yun’s direction, or any direction for that matter. None of the sages behind him could do so either. 

They looked pale, like they’d seen a ghost. 

“Yes? Again, is there an issue?” Yun’s eyes softened upon seeing the older man’s distress growing more and more.

“I-I’m sorry, Avatar!” The leader’s hand flew to his forehead, wanting to run it through his hair, but instead he almost knocked his hat off. “We-we didn’t know! It….It wasn’t time! We thought we had more time, but-but the sacred fire it just…… We had no idea! Something went wrong! Terribly wrong!”

He was choking out sobs now. Almost as if he was awaiting a divine punishment.

Benevolence rested on Yun's face as he took a step forward, reaching his arm out to comfort the sage. “Please sir, it’s ok! I’m sure whatever it is we can fix it-”

The sage head shot up, and took a step back away from Yun. As if afraid he’ll be struck by lightning. “No! No, it cannot be fixed!” He was almost angry, but where it was aimed at was anyone’s guess. 

“You cannot talk to the Avatar that way!” Rangi yelled at the man, who curled in on himself in response. 

Yun put his hand up, signaling to her that it was alright and he didn’t mind the man’s outburst. Rangi fell back.

“I-I can’t believe….” As the leader was mumbling trying to figure out what to say, a younger sage started to speak up through a thick sob. “I…I can’t believe it. That Avatar Kuruk’s record was broken, and s-so soon…and…” The young sage then began to wail.

Yun looked back at Rangi and his sifus, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Rangi, Kelsang, Jianzhu, and Hei-Ran could only return the exact same look right back at him. What record was there of Kuruk’s to break? From one of his silly competitions? It was the only thing that made sense. But why would something like “heaviest boulder lifter” bring the Fire Sages to tears?!

The younger sage collapsed to his knees, his brethren trying to get him to stand back up. Tears were silently streaming down their faces as well.

The leader spoke again, his voice shaky. “I apologize, this should be a happy occasion. I-we….. It’s just……  thinking about how this has come about, it’s just horrible.”

The younger sage was wailing louder, through his sobs Rangi could only hear one phrase ‘too young, too young.’ He kept repeating it, like a chant. It set her entire being on edge. Her bones, her blood, her skin, it all prickled. It wasn't something bad that happened, it was something ghastly. 

Finally the leader picked his head up, and looked directly at Jianzhu of all people. His face looked like it had aged a hundred years. “I am so sorry. You all were robbed.”

Jianzhu stepped forward, his voice booming. “Robbed?! Do you mean Yokoya? Or one of my other-”

The leader held up his hand to stop Jianzhu from speaking, and just shook his head.

“Then what?! What was I robbed of?!” Jianzhu bellowed. 

The leader didn’t answer, whatever it was, it was too painful for him to say. Instead, he just turned his attention to Hei-Ran, his eyes pleading at her.

“Jianzhu, hold on.” She put a hand on her friend’s shoulder and pulled him back. “Fire Sage, please state your business here. I don’t think we can handle any more of the suspense.” 

She gave a small smile to the older man, surely hoping that friendliness would coax the answers out of him. It worked. He seemed to regain some composure, and gathered the strength to push forward. 

The leader closed his eyes, and his voice shook. “We’re here for the Avatar.”

Yun took another step forward, exasperated. “Well I’m here, so what-” 

“Not, you.” The sage cut off Yun, his face was now hardened refined like pure steel.

In what felt like an eternity, they all witnessed the Fire Sages’ eyes slowly drift towards Rangi. It took another eternity as they each, one by one, sunk to the floor into a full dogeza bow. 

“It is our honor to serve you. Avatar Rangi.”

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A/N: Dun dun duuuuuuuuh. 8U Was just going to make this a “haha” silly tumblr post on my main account. But then I was like “Oh but what if I really just dove deep into this lil nugget?” And now we’re here.

Anyway, AHHHHH lol, I dunno where I’m going to go with this (don’t expect fast updates TT0TT). I’ll break canon if I can get Rangshi to work (actually I don’t think I have to break anything, iirc I think I can make it work with what LoK gave me)! But atm I just wanna spiral with this and Rangi~! 

I did make an alternative version of this, it’s a one-shot called “Tea Readings”. ;U It was supposed to be funnier, but it ended up being dramatic too TT0TT 

Btw, I’m writing this before Reckoning of Roku comes out, so…..if they explain how they identify the Fire Avatar……..and it happens to not be how I do it….well…..darn. 8U How they identify the FIre Avatar was hinted at here, but should be fully explained for the next chapter (only two chapters have been fully planned, I have an idea of what to do next but nothing typed out yet).