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#unless i just go full they them just because of like. social constructs and how people see gender
assistantquail · 1 year
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Well damn... (Adults) 2/2
 Male reader is left with no choice but to use a female avatar, not that he minds using it on the first place, to save their best friend's life.
Characters: Tonowari, Ronal, Quaritch
Pronouns: They/Them
Warnings: Cursing, injury, mentions of blood, simps, everyone is bi >:3, gender is a social construct, idk a thing about injuries or fighting, ooc
This is obviously an au, so be warned
Tonowari and Ronal are siblings
Quaritch is going through character development
Why? Because, I said so
(None of the ff images/gifs are mine)
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Tonowari
This will be a hard and gruesome battle against the sky people. It is war, the moment they attacked their spirit brothers and sister. This is a serious period for the clan and he was focused on avenging those they have lost. But he never expected to be enamored by one of them, realizing this person is “the backup” the Toruk Makto mentioned. 
The moment you appeared, on the back of an ikran he is whipped.
“I see you” You gestured towards him and his sister Ronal. You were not surprised by Ronal's wariness with you, you are used to the treatment and stares. A light smile graced your lips, raising both of your hands up just like what the Sullys did when they first arrived.
“Y/N brother, I'm so glad to see you”  Jake went to your side, and both of your hands meet each other which resulted in a clap.
“You cannot get rid of me, that easily Sully” Your lips widened, showing off your fangs as you threw a grin.
Brother? You are clearly a female though? The poor man was confused but he chose to formally greet you, throwing the question to the back of his mind. He made eye contact with you, as you returned your attention to them.
“Greetings, I am Y/N L/N, I understand that this is no time and place for warming up to each other...” You held your head up high, never looking away from him as “But I would like to thank you for taking in my brother and his family, I owe you one”
Tonowari's brain just stopped functioning correctly when he heard your voice, so he was not able to process your words and just nodded dumbly (in Ronal's perspective).
“It is a pleasure that you will aid us in this battle”
“The pleasure is all mine, to be able to fight along with the mighty Olo'eyktan and people of the Metkayina” Ronal noticed how the tail of her brother kept swishing around in delight, as he listens to your words. She rolled her eyes at this, attempting to break you both apart before Tonowari does something stupid.
“We have no time for this, we must prepare now” She gestured for you to follow her, and you nodded at the Olo'eyktan before catching up to Ronal. Jake also nodded to Tonowari,
“We shall discuss strategies in a while, yes?” His body turned to face Jake but his eyes were kept on your back as you walked away, “Of course”
Jake noticed how his full attention was not on the conversation but he suspected it might be because of the stress. “Do not think too deeply about this matter, we will be able to have a higher chance of winning with my brother here”
There it is again with you being called brother, is this some sort of nickname? He did not want to ask unless he is certain that this is a comfortable topic to be asked with you in person.
“The tulkuns have been warned by the people, now we will reassess the situation to prevent anyone from losing” Tonowari regained his ability to think clearly again, taking this situation seriously.
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Tonowari was not able to have another glimpse of you until the battle horn was blown.
It was time, all the warriors gathered with their skimwings. That is when he saw you on your ikran, you had no time to bond with any of the creatures in the reef so you had to make do with what you had.
Your eyes were focused on the ships ahead, void of any emotions that were present when you first arrived. Your mouth was moving but he was not sure  what you were saying as you pressed something on your neck.
You were wearing your visor, a chest plate out of bones with sky blue paint on your face. In your hand was a bunch of weapons.  You also had a gun at bay, but it did not worry him.
What worried him was you and the people's safety.
The horn sounded again and you were immediately flying through the sky. The wind did not bother you a bit, as you heard from Jake that your nieces and nephews were missing in action. This ignited something in you, nobody messes with your family, not while you are still breathing.
Explosions and gunshots resounded as you threw grenades at the incoming fleets, you easily took down 3 ships in a short moment as you evaded their guns. Skillfully navigating through the air as your one-man army terrorizes the invaders.
You cursed as you did not see any sign of your loved ones, pressing the communicator on your neck to give Jake an update.
“Jake, the kids are not here, they must be on that ship at 3 o’clock”
“Roger that, once you’re done there, proceed to that ship” Jake was very worried, you can hear it in his voice as he tries to steel himself.
“I’ll be there in a heartbeat, cross my heart”
You shot down a few more boats as the army of the Metaykina arrived to see the damage you caused, it was messy to describe it nicely. Tonowari watched as you shot someone with an arrow, making them fall of the ship.
The rest of the warriors marveled at the sight, some of them fell in love with your bravery and skill. You noticed that they stopped for a while making you raise an eyebrow.
“Well, they are all yours brothers and sisters” Your voice woke them up from their thoughts, and charged at the ships.
Tonowari used his spear to eliminate the survivors who managed to escape from the flaming ships that are sinking. He noticed how someone was aiming for you and immediately impaled the man from fury, how dare he try to hurt you.
He turned back to you, your face wore a smirk while looking back at him. This made him gulp as Ao’nung looked at his uncle in bewilderment. Oh, this is great material, wait till Tsireya hears about this-
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You flew towards the ship where the kids were being kept, thankfully you were able to shoot down the enemies before they shot at the boys.
“Uncle Y/N!”
Neteyam called out to you with a relieved smile, they knew that you were strong and you will protect them.
“Thank Eywa, you skxawngs are alive” 
You informed Jake that you found the three boys and girl are safe. The five of you went to the shore, once you got off your ikran you pulled them into a hug.
After this heartfelt moment, you hit them all at the back of their heads, except the Metaykina girl.
“Seriously, you leave your parents’ sight for a few minutes and you almost got yourself killed! What were you all thinking!?”
You proceeded to scold them for five minutes while the girl which you now know as Tsireya watched. They feel ashamed of what they did, but they also know that you just care about them and what they did could have easily killed anyone.
Thankfully everyone was safe and no one died. Jake and Neytiri proceeded to do the same thing as you, hug the and scold them enough to never forget. 
Neytiri gasped when she saw your leg, “Y/N your leg! Let us treat it immediately”
“Oh shit, uncle Y/N” The kids started to fuss over you, which made you confused.
“Huh?” You look down to see blood soaking the sand underneath you then you felt the pain. “Yeah, maybe I should not have looked-”
Suddenly your feet were not touching the ground and you were met with a teal blue chest. Ocean eyes were staring into your golden ones, masked with worry.
“Olo'eyktan, what a surprise! But you need not carry me, I can walk by myself”
“No, you are injured, you must not take this situation lightly” The Sullys and Tsireya watched this interaction, they all had wide eyes while Lo’ak almost laughed at how grave Tonawari’s expression is. Jake is trying to not laugh out loud at your bewildered expression, he knows that your pride is at stake”
“This is not the first time I was shot nor a helpless girl, so please calm down”
“Absolutely not, this is not a request but an order as the Olo’eyktan”
“But I am not part of this-”
“No buts”
Oh, this will be a great show, they thought. They wondered how he will react once he finds out that you are actually a man.
(I will probably continue this story along with Tsu’tey’s? Should I? AYO)
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Ronal
She despises your kind with all her heart but she also tries to treat you in a neutral manner with the urging of her brother and niece. She should find you annoying but she is aware of how you are trying your best to not be seen by her, this is how the walls around her heart crumble little by little. She does not know how an avatar works so imagine her reaction to finding out that you have been severely injured.
Ronal is a smart and badass woman, that's your first impression of her and you respect her attitude. In fact, you welcomed it with open arms. With this fact and attitude, she was deeply annoyed with you. A demon, you were always called, yet you remain unbothered with what surrounds you.
Despite your kind being small and fragile, they have caused so much irreparable damage to Pandora. A stain that must be removed at all costs.
You can easily be trampled on by their kind yet the half-bloods insist on sticking by your side. It must be because of your dirty blood inside them, which makes them protective over you.
As a sky person, you have always believed that you should not be with the Sullys even though you are Jake’s best friend. But they see you as family, heck even Neytiri cares for you! You know that you are not worthy of such compassion after what your kind has done.
Everyone begs to differ with your belief, they know that you are different from the ones that wreak havoc. So you put your utmost effort into fixing and improving the state of Pandora to correct the wrongdoings of what the others have done. 
When the Sullys had to leave the clan for their safety, they offered to bring you with them and you immediately tried to shake your head. “I am not certain that they will welcome someone like me, my avatar has not even healed since the unexpected raid”
“It does not matter, you are family to us, if they do not accept you then we will look for another clan” Jake and Neytiri placed their hand in your shoulder. It was already a big deal that they were leaving a place full of memories, yet they could not bear to make you separate from them.
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So that is how you arrived at this point. When Kiri almost drowned near the spirit tree, you were just as panicked as her parents and they called for Norm and the others. You know that the Tsahik will not like this, she will be furious at the sight of the machines being brought to the marui.
You were right with your theory, regrettably enough. She was furious at the sight of all these unknown objects placed around and attached to Kiri. Ronal flipped out, wearing a more stressed expression than what you usually see.
You were worried that she is having too many things on her plate and it is affecting her health, you prefer not seeing her get worked up. The reason why? It is unknown to you but it may be related to how similar she is to your little sister.
They both have their own ways to deal with things and the strong personality is nostalgic to you. But for some reason she shows hostility against you the most, she did not acknowledge Norm or the others even if they are unfamiliar.
When nothing was happening to your niece as she was still unconscious, Neytiri also burst out. She yelled at almost everyone to take the machines away as she pleaded to Ronal, for her daughter.
“Take those vile things away, I do not want to see any sky people or their crafts in front of me” Ronal seethed, you were scared but thankful that she will heal Kiri.
“Let us get these things out of here”
You made it your responsibility to speed up the process of taking all the machines back to the ship.
You decided to leave her sight so that she will not have other problems to deal with, a Tsahik is already a big enough responsibility. As you thought about her hardships, you decided to make some of her favorite snacks.
You have a very understanding personality, which is why almost everybody has no problem with sharing their problems with you. It is almost like an unconscious routine of yours, you will be observing a person that piques your interest and do small actions to lighten their responsibilities. It is not the first time you have done such a thing for Ronal.
“She must be busy at this time, I shall give her some snacks”
In fact, she knew that you are the one who leaves meals in the front of her marui when she is having a busy day. Without you knowing, she observes you as well, to make sure that you are no threat to her people. Every day, since you cannot join the others for the lessons, the reason is obvious.
You aid the rest of the Metaykina clan through sharing your knowledge and helping with the physical work. In the beginning, they are all wary of you and avoided you at all costs. Now, they are beginning to warm up to you because of your deeds.
Even Tonowari gives you invites to join them in a variety of activities, whether it be hunting or other things. But you would always excuse yourself, telling them that you will just slow them down and take away the fun while wearing that stupid smile of yours.
“Y/N I have heard stories from Jake Sully about your ingenious works, it would be an educational experience if you could join us in our hunt” “It is an honor of mine to be invited, but regretfully we might have to reschedule on another time” You made eye contact with her for a few seconds before returning your attention to her brother.
“My physique and skills cannot possibly be able to amount even 1/10th of your strength” You held your small hand to your chest in mock defeat.
When she found out that you actually spend time with her brother when she is not present, she felt annoyed calling you a coward in her head. Were you really that scared of her or did you just dislike her?
Ronal knows that it is none of the two, but she cannot help but think that way. Both of you would have never spoken to each other unless you passed by one another, though it is only you that greets her as she just looks at you.
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Those small actions of yours, she started to look forward to them. Tonowari even teased her about how she is having special treatment so that she can accept you. But she knows your personality despite not being close, so she smacked Tonowari's arm in annoyance. 
“Good morning Tonowari and Tsahik!” You chirped
You treat everyone the same way. 
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You were bleeding profusely, as your body gets washed up on the shore, Ronal's spirit sister was the one who brought you there and she felt dread creep in her stomach. She wanted to come near you but the sight of the Sullys immediately hovering around you made her freeze on her feet.
The people gathered around you so she went to her spirit sister and asked what happened.
“Ugh the RDA... They're here” She heard you choke out, you are in pain yet you still gave them a calming smile. Your arm is clutched around your injured leg as you tried to even out your breathing.
Her spirit sister told her all the events that took place, how she was almost shot by a ship but you took the bullet for her.
You were at the ocean because Lo'ak invited you to meet Payakan and so happened to also see what happened. She was thankful for what you have done but this meant war...
She watched as you were brought somewhere, Jake Sully told them to warn the others before any of their spirit sisters and brothers get hurt. Since her sister is already safe and sound, she decided to look for you before she heads out for the fight.
On the other side, you are currently surviving off painkillers as you trudged out of the marui while being scolded by Kiri.
“I have to help them my Kiri, I know how those demons work” You placed your hand on her head to ease her worries, “I mean I am a demon myself so I can handle myself”
When Ronal heard what you said, she felt some guilt for how you used humor to downplay the insults. But before she can get near you, a metal compartment was pulled out by the familiar dream walkers from before.
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She was you again during the battle, but you looked different. Your form is similar to the Omatikaya clan but instead of a male, your form is a female. She did not even have the chance to fully admire your features for the first time, since you both barely faced each other properly, because you have been shot again.
This time she did not show her usual attitude of indifference and scorn, but genuinely cared for you.
“Quickly, bring Y/N to the marui!” 
Your avatar is bleeding quickly and you are already pale from the blood loss. Your eyes weakly looked at her teary ones, her expression hurt you. Ronal was too busy trying to calm herself down that she only noticed that you were looking at her when she felt your hand shakily wipe her tears away.
“Do not be sad, I will be fine”
“You should swear, I hate liars”
“I swear, Ronal, I will be fine”
This is the first time she heard her name come from your mouth and it brought her a sweet feeling, she sniffled as you finally arrived at her marui.
Needless to say, you were really fine. When you passed out in your avatar form, you came back in your human form with that same stupid smile. And Ronal wanted to be pissed at the fact she cried for you but love overpowered her as she finally accepted how she sees you.
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Quaritch
He is a new man and he is going through the journey of accepting his new body and new life. But there will always be his past trying to get him. At least you are there though, the co-parent of his human son and his closest acquaintance... Oh, Eywa please help him keep his thing down before you notice. And why does his boy keep staring at him with that smug look? 
The man has done a lot of evil things, everyone knows that which is why despite losing his memories, most of the Omaticaya clan avoids him like a disease.
“He is one of those who destroyed the Hometree...”
“Stay away from him at all costs, you do not know when you will be endangered...”
But not you, not Jake, not the kids, Neytiri is still wary but there has been some progress. All of you have an understanding that this takes time, not everyone has healed from the past.
For some reason, Quaritch seems to stick around you most of the time. But you guessed that it might be because you are human, which seems less of a threat than the Navis.
You and Quaritch do not speak to each other much if the teasing is not counted. You are busy with whatever you need to do while the man just sticks by your side whenever he finishes his lessons.
“Spider was right, you do speak as a 3-year-old” You commented at his Navi, trying not to laugh but your shoulders were betraying you.
He looked at you, with an offended expression. Trying to look angry as he towered over you.
“I can literally throw you with ease, mister” 
The man may never admit it but he had some fragments of human Quaritch about you, half of the time is how much he wants to kill you and the rest is about how he wishes you do not get yourself killed. Those are very conflicting feelings that confuse him, he seems to be developing something.
“Whatever you say, old man”
Seeing you take care of Spider, the child of human him makes him imagine something with you. It will only be a flash though before it gets thrown to the back of his head.
It took a lot of convincing... And bribes... And some threatening before the people finally started warming up to his presence.
“People say, find good people and leave the bad ones...
But I say, find the good in people and ignore the bad in them...
Because no one is perfect”
That is what you always like to say. 
Which makes him wonder how you are so positive after all the crazy things that happened.
Things were finally looking up for Quaritch and you are proud of what he has achieved.  He is now really one of the people, a new life has been given to him.
Until the RDA came back for revenge. They were hunting down him and Jake, it was a mess all over again. Spider was almost taken and if it was not for your appearance near the site.
They also knew about you, as Grace's prodigy who will be in charge of the project after her. So you had to come with them for the safety of the clan.
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You were all leaving tomorrow morning and there are approximately 18 hours left before the trip. With Jake and Neytiri, you decided to use your avatar again for the journey.
You have only used it a couple of times (during the battle where Jake became the Toruk Makto, when Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk were born to babysit them) before deciding that you are better off with your human body for Spider who you treated as a son.
The group will head to Awa'atlu and seek Uturu there, the distance is huge so you will not be found so easily. Once the plan has been made, you exited their house first to excuse yourself and walk around one last time in your human body.
Your shoulders slumped as you disappeared from the two's sight, you knew that you were being overdramatic since you have only lived here for almost two decades while the others lived here their whole lives. They are surely the ones who are being hit the most by this news.
Quaritch noticed you when you walked past him with a dazed expression without saying anything. Without saying anything he followed you, walking behind you in silence.
He just watched as your legs brought you to a familiar site, looking around this is where you brought him before.
This place is secluded in the area and only you tend to be a usual inhabitant of this place, not considering the wildlife. You told him before that this is a great place to rest whenever you or he wants to just be alone and away from whatever is troubling you both.
You did not know how your feet brought you to this place, heck you did not even notice that you were unconsciously walking if you did not almost smack your face on a tree. A familiar tail wrapped around your waist preventing you from an accident.
“Woah there, if you just wanted me to touch you, you could have just asked” He purred, pulling you closer with his tail, “There is no need to play these mind games”
As you regained your senses, you sighed in relief when you saw that Quaritch saved you from possibly breaking your mask.
“That scared me, thank you for the save���
The corners of your lips perked up as you great fully nodded at him. You gently untangled yourself from his tail before slumping onto the ground. You did not notice how his whole body tensed because you were facing the ground.
Quaritch felt his whole body want to shiver when you touched him and he took deep breaths to relax his body before placing all his attention on you.
“You know, you can go do your thing now”
Your finger drew circles on the ground beside you as you held your knees to your chest, mumbling with a dry laugh.
“I am fine here, no wild animals will come out of nowhere if you are afraid that I will get myself killed”
Quaritch knows that he is no good at comforting others or being uplifting, but he can listen. So wearing his usual smirk, he sat beside you.
“Yeah right and for your information, my thing is annoying you
”You looked at him with a raised brow that says "really?” and finally showed him a small but real smile.
“I swear, you are like a tail sometimes” 
“I am the best tail that ever existed then”
There is the hint of human Quaritch that you are familiar with, that confident mindset, and how he holds himself.
You let out an amused huff before looking at the grass again, drawing random shapes. Silence enveloped the area, it was a comfortable one, to be honest.
Quaritch kept his eyes on you, enjoying the sound of nature as you both sat close to each other. He could feel the heat radiating from your body.
“An ikran for your thoughts?”
“Well...”
You ended up telling him about the plan of leaving the clan, you were expecting him to react negatively to this news because everything was finally great until now.
Hesitantly, you took a peak at his expression to see how he is looking straight into you, there is no emotion on his face that is negative. In fact, he looks relaxed like you just told him about your day.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Did you expect me to react like a child?”
He was met with silence making him open his mouth in shock.
“Really!?”
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This was the morning when the group will be leaving the clan, Quaritch woke up earlier than expected. He did not get out of his bed and just stared at the ceiling, thinking of how you hung out yesterday.
You told him about your thoughts and how you feel guilty about the whole thing. It was unreasonable since nobody would have thought that this will happen.
A shuffle sounded at the doorway and there stood the little human, human him made. The two of them have a friendly relationship, almost acting like a father and son but they have not reached that part of reconciliation yet, in your words.
“Thinking about a special someone, Quaritch?”
Spider grinned at him, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned on the door frame.
“Who let you in here? I'm pretty sure this is a crime”
The man rolled his eyes as he sat up, not throwing the subject away which Spider noticed but decided not to comment on that.
“Oh calm yourself old man, I came here since you were not getting out at your usual time. We gotta go soon”
Since Spider cannot bind with an ikran since his avatar body is still in the construction phase, he will be flying with Lo'ak. You with him, Tuk with Jake, and the rest on their own.
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To this day, Quaritch cannot help but laugh at the fact Jake named his ikran “Bob" out of the billions of names available.
Everyone gathered at the meeting place except you and Lo'ak, it was almost time but no one except Quaritch is wondering where you are.
He tried to distract himself by tending to his Ikran, making sure that he is ready for the long flight. His ears twitched at the faint but familiar footsteps tapping from afar.
“There they are, took you long enough” Jake's voice has a hint of laughter but Quaritch still didn't turn around.
“Sorry about that, it took me a while to get a hang of this body again” An unfamiliar female voice came from the direction where you are supposed to come from. He whipped his head in your direction and it took his strength to not open his mouth in shock.
“Y/N?”
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Spider nudge Kiri with that same smirk of his. You told him before that Spider's smirk is really similar to his, you will never tell him how that smirk makes you feel inside though.
“Cat got your tongue, Miles?” Your hand is placed on your hip, above your small waist insinuating your curves as you threw him a smirk.
His voice got caught in his throat, making him look like a fish as he opened and closed his mouth.
At this sight, the family on the side who has been forgotten in this two-person world are whispering bets.
“I bet a whole month of chores that he's falling in love” - Lo'ak
“That is not possible because he already is in love. Have you been blind?” - Kiri
“I also suspect that Quaritch may be blind at his feelings, so is Y/N” - Neteyam
“Now kids, you should not be discussing this behind their backs” Neytiri went on between her children with a smile, at least the is something positive blooming in this trip “But I bet that Quaritch wants to mate with them more, now”
“Neytiri?!” Jake looked at his wife in disbelief, this was something he did not expect of her.
Back to your side.
“Just kidding, no need to take that seriously”
Extra:
Quaritch felt like hell, your arms are wrapped around him and he can feel your chest on his back. This was a test of self-control, you got worried with how tense he is.
"Are you feeling okay? Do you want me to ride with Neteyam instead? That is alright with me" Your breath hit his neck and he took a sharp inhale.
"No way, you are stuck with me the whole journey"
I will be posting the female reader version of this part tomorrow
Up next: Oh my Eywa- (Teens) ft. Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri [1/2]
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Well damn... (Adults) 1/2 ft. Jake, Neytiri, and Tsu’tey [Male reader ver.]
Well damn... (Adults) 1/2 ft. Jake, Neytiri, and Tsu’tey [Female reader ver.]
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The Bobby McKenzie Alphabet
A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?
SENSE. OF. HUMOUR. He can't be with a girl who's too serious. He doesn't have a type per se, he's not into the full makeup-gun look, but he definitely likes when his girl looks good. He likes knowing that every other guy in the room is staring at her, but she's with him. But for him personally? It's about her personality. Loyalty. Laughing at his jokes. Letting him off the hook when he does stupid shit. If she's a mindreader? Bonus
B = Butt or Boobs . Does he prefer his partners bottom or breasts?
Butt? Yes. Boobs? Yes. Thighs? Yes. Feet? Without a doubt.
C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?
OCTOPUS. BACKPACK. Constant cuddles. Standing in line for something? He wants to be cuddling them. Doesnt even matter who it is. He's a hugger and he's very, very, very, very, very physically affectionate. One of his love languages is physical touch, and he loves expressing that.
D = Dancing. What kind of a dancer is he?
A good dancer, but don't expect him to be anything other than a little goofy unless he's a bit shitfaced. He's step up for formal occasions, and take pride in it, but never expect a sexy dance unless he's 100% completely comfortable with them, and they're alone, and up for teaching him a thing or two.
E = Equals. Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
He can get overpowered by a dominant personality. It's not a relationship dynamic he would thrive in, nor one with a weaker personality, he needs a relationship of equals. Pushovers and doms don't work for him because he's neither, and he wouldn't be comfortable being thrust into those roles constantly.
F = Fame. How does he deal with fame post Love Island?
Doesn't go to his head but after a while he starts really second guessing everything. Do his friends like him for him? Does his girl? Do people actually think his baking's good or are they sucking up to him?
G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?
Bobby is kind and gentle; not a gentleman in that he does things because he is 'supposed' to or because it's a social construct (like opening the car door or paying for the bill), but he does them because he wants to, because he wants to take care of her, to make her happy, to see her smile, because he cares.
H = Hands. How do they like to hold hands?
Fingers intertwined, never letting it drop, swinging back and forth, kissing knuckles. It's a caress as much as it is a hold; a bond he never really wants to let go of.
I = Impression. What was their first impression?
"I am going to fall so deeply and desperately in love with you, it's stupid."
J = Jealousy. Do they get jealous?
Boy gets jealous, but he does his beast to appear aloof and untroubled, like he's too cool for it, but if it came to someone he really cared about, inside he is dying.
K = Kids - Does he want a family? How many kids? Would he adopt?
Yes, big time. Dad Bobby for the win. A deal-breaking question for him in a relationship. Certainly wants a few, but will be content with however many his partner wants and can have. He would 100% adopt, and when all the kids leave the house, he's got ideas of fostering. Forever wants kids in the house whether they be his own, grandkids, biological or no, or even just kids who are in need of some parental figures. He's having them.
L = Laughter. What makes him laugh?
Pranks, jokes, there isn't anything this guy can't make comical. He loves to laugh and he loves to make others laugh, so he's got the jokes on hand, the puns at the ready, and the impressions faster than you can say, 'hitchhiking dog'.
He thrives in funny and spends most of his day laughing or thinking of ways to make others laugh.
Also, he's ticklish. Very ticklish. Especially around his stomach and sides. His natural weakness.
M = Marriage. Do they want to get married? What would the marriage be like?
Yes, absolutely wants to be married. He views it as a partnership, he wants to marry his best friend. Commitment, loyalty, and understanding are some of his best traits and ones he'd want to see reflected in his ideal partner.
N = Naughty or Nice? At Christmas time do they spoil the people they love?
He's practical with his money, but on special occasions he might go a bit all out. For his s/o, he'd want to go lavish, but sentimental. He might not shower them in gifts, so long as the few he does give have meaning in them. Would very much get matching clothes or jewellery, or have them pair up.
Oh so very nice.
O = On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
He wears his heart on his sleeve. And in his eyes. And on his lips. And in his hands. On his smile. If he loves her, he cannot restrain himself from showing it. He thinks no one else can see it, like it’s his little secret, but it’s the worst kept one in the world. If Bobby McKenzie is in love, it will glow brighter than the sun.
P = P.D.A. How comfortable are they with public displays?
Very. From holding hands to making out in front of everyone. He is a teenager about love. Try stopping him from keeping his hands to himself. If he likes her, he is a sucker for her, and requires constant touching whether it be her on his lap, their arms around one another, or knees and footsie under a table, if he can get away with it, he’ll try to.
Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?
Weird Victorian cakes and all those old school recipes that are just bonkers. It's become a novelty for him. Personal headcanons from Suzi is antiquing, that he enjoys the hidden treasures and imagines it like Aladdin’s cave of wonders; Bia is playing cards, that he’s a secret pro; and Em’s is him learning to do flower pressing which started out as a fun new cake decorating technique, but he fell in love with it.
R = Rainy Day. What do they like to do on a rainy day?
Blanket forts. He'll be building blanket forts. If he's with family or friends, loves to spend the day inside playing board games. Video games and Netflix (and chill if he’s with the right person).
If he were by himself, he'd end up baking up something delicious.
S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?
Canon that he likes to bake for people who are having a stressy time, otherwise it's generally just finding ways to make them smile again by telling an endless stream of jokes, doing impressions, or whatever else he can come up with to take their mind off of their troubles.
T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?
Anything, everything, whatever is on his mind. he just loves hearing the sound of her voice. he loves making her go off on one about things she loves
U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?
Baking, but the ultimate destressing part of the process, the bit he truly loses himself in is the decorating. When he puts his mind to it, he'll be producing genuine edible works of art.
Also a good, decent cuppa. And a cuddle. Also if there’s a cupcake, too.
V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?
He's that awkward kind of showoff where he doesn't really believe he's that good, but he can't handle asking for serious feedback. So he's all bravado and is just hoping that someone else joins in to hype him up about it.
He would show off his girlfriend, the love of his life, giving her the world to be basked in.
Also, he loves showing off his bakes and his buttercream. Also, if you give him a guitar or a microphone or the chance to show off his impressions, he will take them with both hands.
W = Wild Card. What's one H/C about him?
He loves polaroid's, and taking pictures. He cultivates his Insta for his selfies and food pics.
X = Xylophone. What’s their song?
Songs that remind us of him:
Ariana Grande - Boyfriend
Cardi B - I like it
Cardi B - Money
Chloe Adam – Dirty Thoughts
Frenzal Rhomb - When my baby smiles at me I go to rehab
Hozier - Like Real People Do
Nick Jonas - Jealous
Normani - Motivations
NOTD,  Astrid S - I Don't Know Why
Taylor Swift - You belong with me (Taylor's Version)
Taylor Swift - Jump Then Fall (Taylor's Version)
Train – Drops of Jupiter
Vengaboys - Megamix (Party Bobby)
Y = Yesterday. Does he have any regrets?
Canon regret is the cake he made for his mate's wedding. He sees it as a major regret that he didn't take the opportunity to hide inside and jump out.
Otherwise, missed opportunities for pranks. He for sure regrets his lame, lame clothes swap prank on Henrik and Rocco. Major also is his involvement in Operation Nope. Cringes at the thought these days now that he's got some hindsight.
Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?
He would probably get any pet, but a dog would be his preferred. Though, he might not vibe with a fish. He'd see them as pretty boring, so unless he can do something cool and flashy with their tank, it wouldn't be worth it.
Prefers a fluffy pet to a scaly one. Won't stop him saying hi to Noah's pet snake (no innuendos intended here).
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Slightly unhinged otp prompts. I'm giving you two couples because I want to know your opinions.
Huma: 11, 15, 17, 19, and for some angst 40
Freddie and CJ: 2, 7, 24, and 38
HARRY/UMA
11. Who hoards sweets in a secret place the other won't find?
... They're Isle kids. So, probably both.
Harry, mostly from habit. He's the middle sibling, and the Hook siblings probably were like. „Your candy? No. It's our candy now.“ (also applieable to make up, clothes, weapons, alcohol and food in general.)
The secret hide outs were heavily (and probably lethaly) booby trapped, which only made it more of a dare for the siblings.
Harry might let go of the habit in a while, though.
Uma is more territorial of her stuff and less inclined to share, or at least leave her stuff laying around. It's hers, okay, and if she shares, it will be when she decides to.
15. Who actively and knowingly eats the food they're allergic to?
Harry. He has no survival instinct (and also no idea what an allergy is.)
He doesn't find nothing alarming about nearly choking to death. It's just a normal Tuesday, you know, and besides, how do you know it wasn't poison? There were no allergies on the Isle. Only poisonings and assassinations.
Needless to say, Uma is not amused.
17. Who had the stripper fallback plan if they failed college?
Both. Harry.
Neither, obviously.
Their fallbacks plan was to run away to the sea together and become full time pirates with killer Aesthetic and Royal or two who won't let them go to jail.
19. Who left the fork on microvave on purpose?
I mean. Harry. It runs in the family. And Uma worked in a restaurant, she knows better.
Unless we are talking about microvaves at Auradon Prep and Castle Beast, in which case, bith of them. As well as their crew. Multiple times.
A bit of petty revenge is good for the heart.
40. Who sobbed so hard they fell asleep on the bathroom floor?
On one hand, Isle kids.
On the other hand, Isle kids.
I don't believe that if they were together, the other would leave them to do that. Just, no.
The only time this could possibly happen, oh, it is when Uma was not on the Isle, in between D2 and D3.
(Awful time, for everyone involved.)
And I need to say Harry, if only because Uma was on the run in the ocean and did not have a bathroom floor to sob and fall asleep on, and therefore does not qualify for the question.
She still cried herself to sleep.
CJ/FREDDIE
2. Who ate paper?
...CJ. We are not questioning this, are we. It was CJ.
7. Who is the heavyweight?
Freddie is the only one who drinks, so I think she wins by process of elimination. (She holds her liquor remarkably well. It wouldn't do for a Facilier to lose her composture, would it now?)
24. Who goes to the haunted place only to start yelling at the ghosts to try and challenge them?
Both.
CJ is yelling and holding Freddie's hand the whole time because she is a tiny bit scared and she does not like that, and also because she wants to fight ghosts, god damnit.
Death is a social construct.
Freddie Facilier, the Shadow Witch, the Ghost Queen, is standing behind her girlfriend and glaring to the dark corners: „Don't you fucking dare touch my girlfriend–“
(CJ does not get to fight a ghost that night.)
38. Who accidentally ate 400 mg of edibles?
CJ. The stuff was Freddie's and Zevon's.
Fortunately they agreed that CJ high as a kite was quite cute, especially as she clung to Freddie most of the time. (Her mind was swaying and doing backflips, okay?)
(Freddie will save this as blackmail.)
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Hi. I hate Christmas.
(This is about to be a poorly constructed and boring rant. Sorry.)
There are many things about Christmas that are fine and good in theory, I guess, but I'm not someone who gets to enjoy those things, so I'm a total Scrooge at this point.
I hate the capitalism. Nobody needs to buy this much stuff. I'm serious. Nobody. The fact that we're meant to spend a great deal of money on every single person close to us on the holidays is frankly absurd, not to mention unsustainable in this economy. The fact that parents have to budget for the entire year to buy their children an acceptable amount of plastic for Christmas is such a nightmare to me. I just find no joy in any of this.
I hate that there have to be entire guides about how to "survive" visiting your family for the holidays or them visiting you. I hate that my friend group chat is full of messages wishing everyone luck "dealing" with their families on Christmas. So many people have a fucking miserable time doing this, yet they do it anyway. They have families who are rude and disrespectful and have terrible boundaries, but for the holidays you're meant to tolerate all of that to "be polite" and go along with "traditions." I understand that toxic family dynamics are all unique and to be dealt with individually, but I wish people would question these status quo things more.
Mostly I hate the culture of gift exchange. I cannot overstate how much I hate it.
I am not good at it. I don't buy myself very many random trinkets. I have a lot of anxiety about spending money on myself in general, so I have to make excuses and convince myself and buy things for utility purposes that seem to shake out properly in my mind (this is something that has gotten way worse in the past 2-3 years due to having to pay off many thousands of dollars of medical debt). I also just generally don't enjoy having "stuff." (Stuff as in things with no particular use. I'm talking figurines, plushies, even shit like vases or random sculptural shit that just exists to sit on a shelf and look pretty.) Like 90% of the "stuff" I have was a gift from someone else. I don't even really like receiving gifts unless it's something I specifically asked for or said I liked, because then I just get anxiety about what I'm going to do with the thing.
Because of all this I do not have a consumer mindset compatible with being good at buying gifts for other people. I have no idea what kind of things people WANT to be gifted! It doesn't naturally come to me at all! And that's one of the main things with gift giving -- you're meant to be able to read people's minds about it. You're supposed to guess what someone would like based on your knowledge of them and the relationship you have. If you guess poorly, that means you're a bad friend and not very thoughtful. If you buy them something like a gift card so they can pick out their own thing (something I personally enjoy receiving because it takes away the anxiety of being given a random thing I might not need/want), you're lazy and don't care about that person. If you just ask them what they want so you can be sure to get the right thing, depending on the person, this is also a slight. It's all a big game, and if you're not an expert at it, you lose pretty much all of the time! And then that makes the people you care about RESENT you! My favorite thing!!
You may think I'm being dramatic, but I'm really not. Social media after the holidays is absolutely inundated with posts like "am I the asshole for not liking this gift I received" where the comments reinforce the idea that someone giving you a gift you don't like means they're a lazy and uncaring friend/partner/relative. People who get gifts donated to them through charity complain that they didn't get enough, or good enough items! I listen to my own friends and family complain about things they received and how it must mean the person who got them the thing doesn't really care about them. (My dad did this once about something my sister bought him at the Dollar Store. She was maybe 12 years old at the time.) You see people asking what the etiquette is for regifting, donating, or throwing away things they got as gifts. Does anyone even LIKE anything they get for Christmas?! If not, or if not in most cases, THEN WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT? What a waste of everyone's fucking time and money!
Everything about this shit makes me feel anxious and like a total clueless loser. Add on all my trauma from working in retail on the holidays, every fucking building I try to go into being so crowded and teeming with holiday shoppers it gives me claustrophobia, cold and flu season absolutely raging this time of year and sick people not staying home because they just HAVE to go out and buy more shit, my seasonal depression and genuine hatred of cold weather, my terrible relationship with my own shitty family, the anniversary effect of so many terrible things happening to me this time of year throughout my life, and all the shitty annoying music to top it all off, and we are left with absolutely ZERO redeemable things about this time of year. I am not exaggerating when I say I almost die this time of year pretty much annually now.
It's just a game of survival to me at this point. "How was your holiday? :)" makes me seethe. I want to be SO HAPPY FOR YOU ALL that you're having a GOOD TIME, but my god it's hard.
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Lol, internet
The largest imageboard in Finland, Ylilauta and its offshoot Northpole (rip in peace) had a major faux pas this week. Threads older than 2 weeks are now placed behind a paywall. Imagine if Discord set message history behind a Nitro subscription, and you have the gist of it. The latter board was just flatout killed off due to legal issues.
This majorly pissed off the users, and as a result my fringe alt-imageboard (won’t name the one, rules of the internet 1 & 2) got a surge of new users. However, the results weren’t as I feared! While Ylilauta isn’t really representative of smaller corners of the internet like it once used to be and nowadays is closer to a modern social media platform, the users who showed up were still willing to play along the rules of the smaller board, even if they ended up mostly asking stupid questions. Watching the entire thing unfold was quite fun, actually, and really reminded me of the kind of stupid shit I used to do online about 15 years ago.
The noob raid ended up reminding me of how you actually learn to be a fun part of the communities you happen to stumble upon. Observation. Lurking. You learn new things by reading the old users and seeing what this place is just about. It’s an image board, you don’t even have accounts! You can just stick around and watch!
Search engines and the internet didn’t die because of corporate greed and SEO. Well, just because of corporate greed and SEO. The internet died, because we, the users, collectively all jumped to places like Twitter, Tumblr and Discord. Especially Discord. The internet has always been a haven of user-generated stuff (for better or worse…), but sometime in the past 10 or so years we all decided to stop making it available. Twitter is a collection of barely coherent thoughts in posts that can barely encompass a full sentence. Many good posts are spread across dozens of tweets, usually out of which one at most is indexable, but often the entire thread is missing. Tumblr is a blogging site where the users stopped blogging, and the blogs aren’t visible to outsiders because fuck you. Discord is an instant messaging application meant to compete with fucking TeamSpeak that through sheer user laziness and insane overreach managed to overtake forums, and the message history is completely inaccessible unless you have an account and an invitation to the server.
The result is that all of human knowledge is now contained on like 5 sites, most of which are never going to be accessible to outsiders. For the past decade, we have unknowingly waged a war on lurkers, and in the process driven them all into extinction.
The issue is, lurkers are mostly those who aren’t newcomers. They’re the ones who have learned to keep their mouth shut and try finding a solution first and foremost. The questions they do eventually ask are also the ones that are going to be the most specialised, and also useful to other lurkers. They share personal experience and anecdotes, ideas they tried out but didn’t work for their purposes. They share abstract, multilayered concepts that simply aren’t something that can be demonstrated or proven algorithmically.
The sites that exist and rule the landscape today are practically fraud. What they sell is not funded by them, nor is it created by them. They sell the writings, media, humour, anecdotes and other forms of bizarre interactions that we, the consumers create. Without any user activity, these media megastructures would simply shrivel up and die, as there’d be nobody driving eyes onto the site. They don’t really deserve anything besides maybe being paid for the server costs, which still constitute a fraction of a fraction of the total revenue generated.
But nothing prevents you from just leaving. The internet doesn’t suddenly end when you walk out of YouTube or Instagram. Sure, you can’t just upload your data onto The Internet itself, but the way the web was constructed means that you haven’t lost your rights to obtain a small webhost and an address and setting up your own ramshackle site. You’ll just pay in discoverability.
Internet users need to be reminded that the concept of the internet isn’t just a technology that transmits data to a small number of applications, it’s an interconnected series of servers, clients, more servers and more clients. A server can be any computer you can find with a little tweaking, and as long as you have a router and an internet connection, that’s all you need. You can forward the computer’s IP address and make it behave like a website. The internet was created by users, for users, and so far there’s nothing that can take that away from you.
The change isn’t going to manifest itself overnight, and I also wouldn’t recommend jumping out headfirst into the abyss, leaving everything else behind. It’s just good to know the possibilities anyone can have at their fingertips, as I’ve seen more and more people wallow in misery over the state of current and future internet. Maybe if enough people create wacko self-hosted sites as side projects, we may one day not need sites like the one I’m publishing this text on right now. And if you’re you’re interested and are willing to dive through some tech jargon, this talk by Mr. Cory Doctorow was an incredibly fascinating listen, and provides some solutions to fixing the issues from the perspective of a higher-level operation. It still contains some tidbits of info for you, if you’re concerned about how you’ll move your userbase from one platform to another with as little compromise as possible.
Now, I’ve had enough of this wistful nostalgic hopes bullshit. Next time I’ll just write a story.
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Egotober 2022 Day 19: Nature of a Deal
Summary: Janus and Marvin go to talk to Phantom, to make some kind of bargain.
Prompt: Wing/Wings
Characters: Marvin, Janus, Phantom
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31
Marvin looked at the nightclub: the Crossroads. It was a nightclub that was under the control of Phantom. Part time club owner, full time asshole. And the heroes had been having some problems with him. Mostly that Phantom had been sending his goons to pick fights with the Sides and any time Logan saw them it was always a fight.
So something had to be done because Phantom was fully entrenched in his night club and very rarely left it. So if the heroes were going to try to arrest a powerful demon it would be just as much of a struggle as if they tried to arrest Dark.
It made Marvin think that this was just how older, more experienced demons tended to behave. Get entrenched in an area and then bully people into doing their errands for them. Before Phantom had shown up the demons that Marvin had regularly interacted with typically averaged out at about sixty or so years. Anti being the 100+ year old outlier in the group and Dark well in his 300’s. Old in terms of humans but demons could survive and thrive for thousands of years unless they were killed by another demon. They were functionally immortal. And they chose to kill and maim with that instead of doing good with it.
So Marvin already knew he didn’t like Phantom, and he barely interacted with him because of Logan.
So he was walking into the club with Janus, because Logan hadn’t wanted Roman or Patton to go. And Logan couldn’t go because he was absolutely furious with Phantom’s existence. Marvin glanced at Jance.
“Kay, Dee,” Marvin said. “You don’t cross me, I don’t cross you.”
“If I let you die here, I would never hear the end of it, and Logic would dox me,” Janus said.
“He knows where you live?” Marvin asked as they passed through the door, the bouncers barely gave them a glance over with little more than a glance and a quick warning into his ear piece.
“He has mine and the Duke’s social security cards because the Duke cannot be trusted with them,” Janus said.
Marvin stared at this careered, pathological liar and was trying to figure out if he was actually serious or not. “Why not bring someone else? You seem to be on speaking terms with Dark these days.”
“If you like the Sides you will help me convince this cretin not to shoot them on sight,” Janus said.
“Yeah, but why am I here with you?” Marvin asked.
“Because you’re a pretty face,” Janus lied.
Marvin glared at him. “Careful two-face or I might take that personally.”
When they settled into a main dance area when a man in a vest came over to them. “Hello, you two, the boss would like to talk to you.”
“Perfect,” Janus glanced at his watch as if they’d already been there for hours.
They were led to a back room where there was a familiar perched on an outcropping on the wall, the demon that had summoned it was able to look through its eyes. The familiar was a vulture, a red-stained bearded vulture. It turned its head to stare at them before flying into the room it was waiting by. It looked like a normal side office from the outside but inside was a couple couches, a coffee table, a desk, and a full liquor bar.
The vulture flew back to its master. The magical construct, a large familiar that folded its wings as it perched on the back of the fancy couch and glanced between the newcomers, and its master.
Phantom fed it some magic and it seemed to settle down, preening its large wings.
“Well, well,” Phantom turned away from the winged beast to smile at them. “And here I was hoping I’d see the real deal tonight.”
“I can leave if you’re going to waste my time,” Janus said.
“Don’t let me keep you,” Phantom dared, making the two of them start and intense stare down.
Janus looked especially disgusted and Phantom just smiled.
“One of these days, I want you to actually bring Iridescence with you, I’d like to actually talk to him,” Phantom smiled.
“Well you talk to us, or we get some drinks and walk out,” Marvin said.
“Why don’t you calm down, kitten,” Phantom said, picking up a glass of scotch and watching as he idly swirled the ice around in the glass. “It’s all alright. We’re all friends here.”
Janus’s fingers itched to summon his staff, but he resisted the urge as he refused to take his eyes off Phantom.
“Nice bird,” Marvin tried to say.
“Yes, it’s been centuries since I had a proper companion again,” Phantom itched under the bird’s chin. “The last demon I was with didnt like my birds. He was more than a bit jealous of the attention, I think. But he was an empath, so that’s to be expected of them.”
Phantom was pointedly looking at Janus as he was talking. “Don’t you think so.”
“We’re here to talk about one, actually,” Janus said.
“And your boss didn’t think to come and talk to me himself?” Phantom said with a smug smile.
“He doesn’t go anywhere without one of the Core Sides to keep people from picking fights, and that means the Logic accompanies him.” Janus sighed, he cut off after that as if that explained everything.
However, Phantom was waiting for more.
So Marvin spoke up, not wanting to just be steamrolled in the conversation. “Bringing Logic would cause a fight and no one wants that.”
“Yes, a shame all the same,” Phantom smiled. “I can’t imagine what I would have done to upset that arm so much when the rest of you are all fine with me.”
“The issue is that Orange likes your arcade, and we want to make sure that you don’t kill him,” Marvin said.
Janus and Phantom were just staring at each other. The wings of his familiar poised to strike, clearly braced for a command. Janus tried to look as calm as possible while braced to defend himself.
“Hmmm.” Phantom sipped his drink as he took his sweet time thinking about it. “I want to formally meet your boss. Iridescence likes to stay down in his little area of Gainesville and I want to have a nice, formal chit chat with him. Bring however many of you want but I want to talk with him and exchange some drinks. And in exchange for the face-to-face meeting. Your little runaway arm can keep being nickel and dimed at my low end arcades.”
“It’s obviously a trap,” Marvin said.
“It’s good business,” Phantom corrected as his familiar nestled close to his head. “It’s not my fault that Ent has such bad manners.”
“And we can bring whoever we want?” Janus asked.
“Your boss and his arms,” Phantom corrected. “The rest of your friends you leave at the door.”
Marvin made some upset noise but Janus thought it over for a couple seconds.
“I’m sure that can be arranged, first week in November?” Janus said and Marvin stared at him.
“Are you mad?” Marvin demanded.
“Let the adults talk.” Phantom had a huge smile on his face. “First Friday?”
“We’ll have to get back to you on that,” Janus said and stood up. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, the meeting has to be arranged and I’m certain you have an evening of cheating and dealing to get back to.”
“Don’t let me keep you,” Phantom said.
Janus was quick to leave and Marvin followed after him to meet back up with Thomas and most of the Sides down in Gainesville. Janus already knew that Logan and Virgil weren’t going to be happy about the deal. That much was obvious, but there was little else that Janus could do about the situation. The only other option was let one of the Sides fend for themselves.
And Janus was many things, but he was not about to abandon Thomas or the other Sides if he could help it.
As they left, Phantom’s familiar flew after them, watching as they left his territory.
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Interactions in fandom anon here again, thank you for listening and giving me your input, it really meant a lot to show wasn’t just me I guess. Could you give me advice or anything to how to deal with it ( or how you deal with it, navigate by it?) or anything really, thank you again
of course! i'm always here to listen!
I'll be totally honest--i don't really have any advice because i don't really like...actively interact in fandom spaces. like. okay. hear me out.
I don't know how to use discord bc it scares me and it's too much to handle for my social anxiety anyway. I actively avoid and do not use Instagram or twitter unless it's to post randomly on my Instagram or to look at fanart on twitter. but the fandom spaces on both of those social media sites are incredibly too toxic for me to enjoy them, and since they're already both detrimental to my mental health I just....don't go to them.
So the ways I interact in fandoms are more related to engaging with fics, fanart, writing, and doing stuff on here and occasionally lurking in subreddits. Like the hades game subreddit is full of so many sweet and supportive and incredibly talented creators--it's great.
I have a close assortment of friends I've made on here and irl that I really talk shop with, and that's where I do all my fandom interaction. And I just found them via tumblr by having shared interests and we were mutuals and reached out to each other and just ended up talking. (my irl friends i met in college so i lucked out with that)
but really it comes down to using social media sites you're comfortable with to find the hype (and constructive criticism if you want it) group(s) to help your creativity and to make new friends. if they're making your creativity not feel good enough/stifling it and the spaces are making your anxiety or nerves worse, then i'd say step away and retry with a different space/another group.
granted, i am someone who likes to stay as a lurker and I'm very socially anxious, so someone who's more of an extrovert might have significantly better advice than me.
in summary: idk what im doing ever and im a lurker and i like to stay in my own bubble and i actively avoid sites that make my mental health worse so i just cling to my close friends on this site and irl
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lunarrhapsody · 10 months
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What the Heck Is This Thing??? A Manifesto of Unnecessary Length
Introduction to the Snow
FELLAS. If you already stumbled across this blog somehow despite being a blog dedicated to a comic that does not yet exist that is also currently fresh from the womb by a person who has basically never used Tumblr before and also barely uses the internet in general, congratulations, I guess? This post is meant as a newcomer guide which will mostly be useful for when this blog actually has stuff in it, so I guess you're in the right place.
The Good Stuff
This is a blog for the (currently) upcoming webcomic I call Lunar Rhapsody, which sounds pretty chill, maybe you should go like read it or something when it comes out.
As for the comic itself, it's a modern-day-ish fantasy/sci-fi story about this 22-year-old who just graduated high school, Alice Weaver, who's also a magnet for fun descriptors like "high profile thief", "quote-unquote vampire", and "annoying". She gets involved in an incident with a piece of experimental technology trying to steal from a mysterious company called Knight Biochemical that's run by her former therapist. She is then forced to work for him both in the lab and in the summer camp he runs as a front. Wacky hijinks ensue as she gets caught between corporate ambition, domestic terrorism, vigilantes of questionable moral standing, extradimensional horrors and the unhinged antics demanded by the voices inside her head.
This blog will serve as a sort of companion to the comic, detailing its production process, additional information about its characters and world, Q and A, and bonus art, as well as any other stray thoughts that go unrepressed in my brain. I will have a bunch of other social medias carrying this same content (as of right now I have a Twitter with nothing of substance and an Instagram with some miscellaneous art. A YouTube channel about writing in general I'm making with a friend will be existing soon as well.) Now I said I'm new to Tumblr, but out of all the popular social media platforms available this one seems best as a "home base" due to its personalized, text-based nature, so that's what it is now. Whoops.
Content Warnings
This is, believe it or not, a thing not for kids, as it will contain mild gore, drug use, strong language, sexual themes, and revealing clothing but never full nudity. As the main characters are fresh out of high school, I want them to talk and act like people their age in the real world and address the kinds of issues they would be expected to confront (in addition to the more fantastical problems). However, I also intend to leverage these elements to generate appeal, but never more than what I (keyword: I) would consider the line where it becomes shock value or genuine porn. But unless you work at a really cool place, it will (to use a turn of phrase) probably not be safe for your workplace. Use your own discretion with regards to that.
The Immediate Future
This blog's gonna get slowly populated with content over the next few months as production is in full swing. So stay tuned if you're interested.
The comic's first update is expected to be released by August of this year (hopefully earlier), and I'll post details about where it can be read. I'll also post the first few pages to my various platoforms. It will be in the format of a somewhat but not completely self-contained chapter, which will be roughly a third of the first self-contained story or "episode". Each update will be another chapter, constructing each episode piece by piece. I'm deliberately not going to give the traditional page-by-page updates because that makes my schedule less flexible and, in my opinion, ruins the experience. As the comic is gonna be written and drawn more or less exclusively by me, a college student working on a Physics Bachelor's who's self-taught in writing and art, we'll have to see how things go in terms of production speed and quality.
Feel free to ask questions in the question asky box over on my page if you feel inclined for... some reason. I'll answer them probably within a day of receiving them, not because of any sense of urgency or importance, but because I (evidently) like making words happen a lot and frequently.
Legal Stuff
Oh. Also. Not that it's important now, but the whole thing's gonna be under some form of Creative Commons license, so if something I make tickles your fancy for some unholy reason I will never take legal action against anything you do with my creations. And that includes stuff that makes you money without me getting any of it. Hope the power doesn't go to your heads.
Peace,
Willy Tombstone (pseudonym) aka The Author Guy
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deathmycotime · 11 months
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ask game
[ x x x x x x ]
Answering for: Noctis
gotta mention that noctis has 2 phones she uses; 1 smartphone for work and stuff and 1 old flip phone for calls or idk anything else.
1. Describe their phone case.
I think for the smartphone would be a plain phone case, nost likely purple with minimal designs. (flip phones don't have cases, i think?)
2. What’s on their lock screen?
family selfie or something from the time they go on trips or such :'))))
3. Do they use nicknames for their contacts or do they list contacts by full name?
name + what they know the person of. (example; Izz Teaching Staff or whatever) they'd still have Aeron's contacts as "Aeron Construction" or something even after years of living together efjshfjs
4. Who do they text most frequently?
Aeron,,,,,,, Izz is a close 2nd because she would text them alot.
5. What’s their texting style? (EX: abbreviations or perfect grammar? One-word texts or paragraphs?)
not perfect grammar, just whatever is necessary. usually one word texts. can be paragraphs, mostly if speech to text using smartphone. she is kinda a dry texter i guess
6. Write out a text exchange between them and another OC.
[🔔=Noctis 🍓=Aeron]
🔔: "Aeron, im at bakery you want anything"
🍓: "Ohhh the one down the block?"
🔔: "ye"
🍓: "What do they have?"
🔔: "Usual"
🍓: "Ahhh I don't memorize the menu."
🔔: "bread cake slicws" "pastrys scones pRfait pa lova" "n there's that onewith yiur name"
🍓: "I want each of all of them."
🔔: "seriously"
🍓: "Ehe thanks Noct💚"
[noctis left on read]
—this is using a smartphone, hence the typos—
7. Who was the last person they called?
Noctis' call and message logs are 90% Aeron bruh. but it could be some service they needed to call or something.
8. What app do they use most frequently? (Name an app or describe a hypothetical one)
,,,,,,,,,,,,,candy crush ?????? (i have no clue)
9. What are their most frequently used emojis?
👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
10. Describe a photo they have saved on their phone.
picture of a sunset or something. taken at an angle that is impossible to have unless someone was on a rooftop or hanging from a tree etc.
11. Are they the kind of person who takes selfies?
nah. there's like 1000 cat or aeroplane or sky or food/drink pics for every 1 selfie
12. Open the notes/note-taking app on their phone. What’s there?
[grocery list] [reminder to do this that] [something they don't wanna forget to tell aeron about] [timestamp of a video/audiobook] [watch/read list] [address etc. copy pasted] [jdjsbjsnbdhqdbsjsjnsh] <- pretending to be busy while in public
13. What do they use as an avatar or profile photo on social media sites?
either picture of the sky, or some cool lights they took a picture of.
14. You’ve just stumbled across their tumblr blog! Describe it.
going down the koisenu futari takahashi route of noctis having posts related to their life, reblogs of their interests (idk constellations, planes, circus aesthetic, do you love the colour of the sky, horror movie discussions and gif sets, retro games and cute stuff) and aroace posting.
15. Describe their computer. Is it a sticker covered laptop? A high-tech gaming computer?
There's a few stickers here and there, carefully positioned and stuff. Laptop because she can work while hiding in odd places. probably one that isn't as cheap, but nothing fancy either.
16. Let’s look at their search history. What are the last 5 things they searched?
library [book name]
constellation wiki (or something)
word for [explaining the word that they forgot]
[dish] recipe
podcast about highly specific history or mystery about planes (or something)
17. What’s the last thing they searched in an incognito tab 👀 (doesn’t need to be NSFW!)
best gift for coworker (HNNFJSJFS) how to spell [word]
18. How many tabs do they have open?
always open one and then close perhaps. max 5 usually maybe.
19. What are their most frequently visited websites?
i have no idea. neopets-like website. and twitter for the drama /j
20. What’s in their email inbox?
work related emails. subscriptions of like. idk newletters. spam that they don't care enough to delete and just let the system remove it later.
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soni-dragon · 3 years
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The amount of times I think back to this one post I saw that was like “i identify as she/her only in the way that pirate ships and boats are called she, so like in the least feminine way possible” and I keep trying to find it but can’t anywhere im starting to think it was a dream (in a joking way tho not actually)
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sugar-petals · 3 years
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can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;
i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.
myg at home headcanon
🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points
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The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.
Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.
He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.
Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.
Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.
Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.
Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.
What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.
He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.
Self-made paintings everywhere around his house. 
Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.
Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like. 
Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.
There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.
His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.
Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.
Owns lord knows how many comic collections.
Favorite holiday destination: New York.
Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.
Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.
Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.
No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.
Chronically addicted to making out.
Matching black outfits and glasses.
Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.
Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.
It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.
He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine. 
If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.
If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.
If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.
He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.
But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.
He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.
If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.
In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.
Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.
Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.
Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.
He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.
Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship. 
This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.
Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.
Yoongi shaves his legs.
All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.
He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.
Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.
Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like. 
Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.
Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.
Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.
Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.
He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.
Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.
He collects pajamas and earrings.
Swears on the phone.
Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.
Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that. 
He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.
Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same. 
Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.
Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.
Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.
Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.
Scrubs the bathroom religiously.
The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.
Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.
Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket. 
Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.
He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.
Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.
Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.
Couple sunrise watching. 
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sepublic · 3 years
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Why did Odalia allow Emira and Edric in Illusions?
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I’ve seen people wonder how Emira and Edric are in Illusions if they seem to be looked down upon, especially with a parent like Odalia expecting the best of her kids! To dabble into some potential explanations;
For starters, illusions might not be looked down upon to begin with? Bria, Angmar, and Gavin give me major jock vibes, what with the physicality of their magic, bullying the smaller Gus and Mattholomule, and seeing the Galdorstones as a litmus test for ‘real’ magic.
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Given their immature tendencies, it’s possible that they’ve made an easy and shallow mistake of reducing the value of magic down to its physical strength, instead of the wider applications- Which fits young and overconfident kids from Glandus, which evidently had some toxic ideas.
This could be a shallow Glandus perception that doesn’t grasp the full extent and potential of magic beyond just physically smashing and fighting in a straightforward manner, which might just add to the school’s rivalry with Hexside; But I digress...
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The thing about Odalia is that she’s definitely underhanded and a cheater herself- So it makes sense of her to approve of ‘lesser’ tactics anyway, because she might see herself as Lilith, having to use whatever it takes to win. Doesn’t matter if it’s honest or has integrity, Odalia never cared about that... So she wouldn’t be approaching Illusions with the sort of dismissive bias of jocks.
After all, Oracle magic doesn’t seem to be entirely physical- It is to an extent, hence why Selene is able to fight Willow for at least a few seconds... But otherwise, Oracle magic seems to focused on more intangible things. It’d be hypocritical of Odalia to embrace Oracle magic but then judge Illusions, but then again she’s no stranger to hypocrisy either.
Maybe she’s tried to vicariously place her kids in ‘real’ magic tracks and only succeeded in Amity... But again, Illusions might not actually be looked down upon, at least on a societal level. There might be some bias amongst covens who think their magic is superior to that of another, but Belos designated Illusions as one of his nine major covens for a reason- And he is definitely a ruthless pragmatist with a utilitarian view of magic.
After all, Boscha mocks Willow’s choice of Plants despite her friend Amelia being there, and Angmar is played off as supposedly better than Gus for it! Granted Plants might be considered lame, while Illusions are even lamer... Bria and her friends evidently weren’t so popular themselves at first;
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But regardless, it seems that it could just be a case of kids being hypocritically biased and insulting someone’s choice of magic if it isn’t the same as their own, especially since Potions could easily be seen as weaker than Plants! But maybe it’s just a matter of class, with Potions evidently being an industry that rakes in a lot of snails, so who knows?
Boscha probably doesn’t have a place to speak, and amongst narrow-minded kids, some assumptions might take place, but once you’re an adult... You cool down and can see the importance of these things. And as a seasoned and successful entrepreneur, Odalia is someone always looking for an opportunity to use someone or something;
As an adult with actual real-world experience, Odalia is able to recognize the value of illusions... And, as a gaslighter and manipulator herself, who uses Oracle magic to literally get into people’s heads, and she’d definitely appreciate the mind games and trickery of illusions.
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If anything, Odalia might see physical magic as more demeaning and to be offloaded to the lesser workers, to people whose hands are meant to be dirty (with Alador as an exception), while a prim and proper, higher-class person such as herself needn’t bother with labor-associated magic! If there is some bias towards some forms of magic as lofty and for prissy blue bloods, Odalia might just be an example of that.
Plus, illusions could help her business! Amity is clearly set up as the next Alador, as the mindless worker who puts together and innovates with Abominations... With the twins welcoming people into the expo, while Amity physically participates, and it’s likely that Emira and Edric are set up to be the social factor of the business!
They’re meant to be like Odalia, as the managers who organize people, who broker deals and appeal to customers! And illusions would be perfect for presentations, Illusionists have a knack for showmanship as Gus said.
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Illusions could be used to cover up the flaws of Blight Industries’ products while embellishing them. It’s implied that Alador’s creations aren’t always as good as they claim to be... Possibly as a result of cutting costs, because this guy CAN make some effective products, but unless Odalia wants him to compensate with an Abomaton 2.0 after the first failed, she otherwise prefers quantity over quality.
So yeah, a deal broker and social butterfly who attends these kinds of gatherings, makes business alliances and appeals to people- Odalia would definitely approve of illusions, even beyond her own treatment of her kids! For all we know she insisted upon it from the get-go, and luckily for Emira and Edric, illusions worked out for them as their personal calling.
Who knows, maybe Odalia wanted to be in another magic track, only for her actual talents to speak for themselves- She proved best at Oracle magic and was placed in it anyway, despite her attempts for other tracks she wasn’t as naturally talented in. It could be a similar case for the twins, who already like to rebel- And Bump could’ve made a case for them to be in Illusions too! Though we know Odalia can threaten Bump to get her way...
But in the end it doesn’t matter, because I think it’s fully in Odalia’s character to appreciate a more subtle approach, especially if she likes to manipulate and use underhanded tactics to compensate for a lack of ‘genuine’ power. If she has the same biases against non-physical magic, she could be just like Lilith, accepting her need to use lowly means to keep up with more honest witches anyway.
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And given how Belos’s system makes people compete, it’s possible that EVERY coven thinks the others are weaker in some capacity- Every coven thinks one of the other eight is weak and ‘worthless’, because of bias and arrogance. A bard might dismiss a construction worker as a menial labor brute, while a beast keeper might mock a potion-maker for relying on bottles and elixirs, instead of controlling powerful demons!
This type of elitism ingrained into society, resulting in bullies and competition, possibly some people trying to make peace with covens they didn’t truly want to join through and inflated sense of superiority... These seem in-character for the coven system, and how bullies like Boscha exist, while people like Kikimora and even Lilith feel the need to betray, backstab, and cheat to win.
It’s all a toxic system... And at the very least, to get back to the original point- I think it makes sense for Odalia to approve of illusions, or at least tolerate them enough to live with it, especially when you already have rebellious twins who are willing to stand up to their parents and can’t be threatened to stand down the way Amity initially was.
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Emira and Edric might’ve chosen it for themselves, and it was something Odalia knew they’d insist upon to Bump, no matter how hard she tried- So it was out of her control, and Alador might’ve convinced Odalia to let them be. He recognizes the value of letting his kids be independent, because it adds to their strength and ‘usefulness’.
As a long-term thinker not blinded in the moment by personal pride and need for control like Odalia, Al very well could’ve explained to her how illusions can work; Again, what I said about presentations and advertisement. Alador could’ve spoken to Odalia and gotten her to calm down, reasoning why illusions could be better in the long run, because they need another Odalia to run the company after her.
As for who will work Abominations, it only takes one witch as Alador himself as proven, and they’ve got another daughter who is much more under their thumb and easy to control. Let Amity take that burden, they can make her do whatever they want, unlike the twins... And again, that pressure to make up for the roles the twins had forsaken, and live up to her father’s genius, would just add to Amity’s need to be perfect.
Granted, Alador and Odalia expected Amity to join the Emperor’s Coven until only recently, which doesn’t seem like a position she could reconcile while working with Blight Industries. But maybe Alador intended to keep working, and use Amity as a means to secure an alliance with the Emperor’s Coven that has Blight Industries set, no longer needing to innovate, just replicate his work... In which case, be careful what you wish for!
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Plus, if it’s Alador who suggested the use of the twins in illusions, maybe it was always more his idea to have his kids split between different roles to continue the company on their own, while Odalia had looked to the more ambitious option of a deal with the Emperor’s Coven, military-industrial complex style, to secure their futures.
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five-rivers · 3 years
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Danger First
Chapter 4
Hiya @pocketramblr
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While the other ghosts watched poor Izuku more and more, Yoichi gathered a pile of pillows and beanbags, and a small container of popcorn, then dropped unceremoniously onto the pile, ready to watch a bunch of teens beat the tar out of each other. En noticed this, glanced at him, and did a double-take.
"Since when do you have popcorn? How do you have popcorn? Where did you get it? Have you been holding out on me? Can I have some? I'll fight you!"
"Uh... it isn't real," said Yoichi.
"Neither are we!"
"No, I mean, you can't taste it. Or smell it. It's just a construct. For the aesthetic." Something none of them really bothered with, lately, but Yoichi wanted to put the effort in for Izuku. Even if Izuku probably would never be aware of it.
"But... popcorn..."
"Shhh! It's starting!"
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The first round was Kouda and Satou vs Yaoyorzu and Kirishima.
If he had to guess, he'd say Yaoyorozu and Kirishima would win. Yaoyorozu's quirk was perfect for setting up quick and simple barriers and traps, and Kirishima's was good for defense as well.
That wasn't to say Kouda and Satou couldn't win as well... Satou had what seemed to be a fairly powerful strength enhancer, perfect for ripping through hastily constructed defenses, and Izuku didn't know if Kirishima would be able to completely counter him.
Izuku also wasn't entirely sure what Kouda's quirk was. His first guess would have been a physical mutation, given his appearance, but thinking back, it didn't seem like he'd used anything like that during the quirk assessment, so those features were most likely vestigial, like Izuku's hair color, which suggested a less physical quirk. It had to be something that could be applied in combat against robots, though. Izuku was the only one who'd passed without villain points.
So, it could go either way.
He could continue to analyze, but his attention was drawn back to the team he'd be facing. Hagakure and Monoma.
A blush rose up in his cheeks. It had to be Hagakure. He still hadn't apologized for running into her during the entrance exam. Hand to hand against her was going to be tough- he could only hope the support department had given her an invisible costume, and she wasn't... well... uncostumed. Again.
But, beyond that, not being able to see her would be a problem. She could get to the fake bomb without him even noticing.
Monoma would be a challenge, too. Given the number of pocket watches on his costume, Izuku suspected he had a time limit for how long he could copy a quirk. But he had no idea how long that could be, and it could be misdirection, too. Izuku certainly wouldn't want to telegraph a weakness like that if he had that kind of quirk.
Another option could be that he could only hold one quirk copy at a time. That'd be trickier for Izuku to deal with. Either way, he doubted Monoma could permanently hold an unlimited number of quirk copies. Monoma's personality was all wrong for that, and he didn't have Iida's engines anymore- unless he could choose to dump quirks? But why would he do that? Izuku's (formerly) quirkless sensibilities rebelled against the very thought.
He was overthinking this. He'd have to assume that Monoma could come at him with any quirk in the class. So. What would be the most inconvenient? All Might's, except Izuku had All Might's, and Monoma wasn't able to use it.
(Oh, and that could be a problem, couldn't it? Could Monoma be able to tell All Might didn't have a quirk anymore?)
Well, judging from what he was seeing right now, Izuku really didn't want him to take Yaoyorozu's quirk. It was sort of terrifying.
Other scary ones would be Todoroki (he'd launched that ball with a glacier) and Tokoyami (a sentient quirk! So cool!) but he thought Monoma would avoid Shouji and Asui (full body mutations). Other than that... Monoma would probably wait and see who did the best, or which quirk would work best with Hagakure's.
He'd have to take Hagakure's quirk into account, too. What if they both came at him invisibly (and naked)? Izuku would die...
Each battle lasted for up to fifteen minutes, not counting the ten minutes the villain team had to set up. That's how long Izuku had to defend the fake bomb. As the defender, Izuku had another handicap. He only had to fail once to fail entirely...
No. Stop that. This was a school exercise, and All Might wasn't going to expell him. Losing would suck, but he'd be together with half the class on that front. The important thing was learning from the experience. And not getting too hurt.
Right. He returned his gaze to the screen as the match started.
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"We're a sentient quirk, too," said Banjo. "Aren't we cool?"
"He doesn't know we're sentient, though," said Yoichi. "Also, he spent like two months straight gushing about how cool One for All was when we were with Eighth. Didn't you get enough?"
Banjo sulked. "It isn't the same."
"Speaking of Monoma," said En, "why didn't you slap his little grabby hands away from One for All yesterday?"
"Because a late bloomer is one thing, but someone confirmed not to have a quirk suddenly having bone-breaking super strength? Yeah. No. Yagi might have beaten my brother, but that doesn't mean everyone who worked for him is gone. Eight never knew about Garaki at all."
"Way to bring down the mood, En," said Banjo, elbowing the younger ghost.
"The mood was already brought down by the fake popcorn."
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Izuku wrote furiously in his notebook, trying to record every detail of the match. He pulled one of his gloves off with his teeth to get a better grip on his pencil. He'd need to practice writing with gloves on. He was missing important notes. Speaking of which...
"Can we get copies of these recordings?"
"You should be able to access them through your Ultra Account on the school website!"
Izuku nodded and continued writing. As expected, Kirishima and Satou had gotten into a one on one fight down the hallway from the bomb room. Unexpectedly, however, they had seemed rather hesitant to hit each other. At least, until Satou dumped a packet of white powder (sugar according to All Might) into his mouth and started smacking at Kirishima indiscriminately. Kouda, meanwhile, had sent a small army of mice (animal control! Very cool) at Yaoyorozu, who had responded with mousetraps.
The clock ran out, to the villains' victory.
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"It was surprisingly hard to hit someone," admitted Kirishima in the debrief.
"We've been socialized to avoid violence," said All Might, nodding. "Overcoming that hesitation is part of our training. As is when not to use force."
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Next up were Kaminari and Sero vs Aoyama and Jirou.
Kaminari entered the building first, quickly engaging Aoyama, who had been directed towards Kaminari by Jirou. That fight got loud quickly. Sero, meanwhile, scaled the outside of the building with his tape.
Kaminari ultimately defeated himself with his own quirk (that was a pretty severe drawback- maybe Kaminari should consider other fighting styles?), which allowed Jirou to hear Sero climbing up the wall. But Aoyama couldn't get back fast enough to prevent Jirou from being captured by Sero.
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"I think Kaminari was the MVP," said Izuku. "He did hurt himself, which was bad, but his sacrifice allowed his teammate to safely reach the objective. If he hadn't, um, shorted out...? It would have been better, of course, but..."
Yaoyorozu shook her head. "Sero managed to capture one of the villains and safely reach the bomb. Additionally, he's the one who came up with the plan of attack."
"Ah," said Izuku, "that's- that's true..."
"Regardless, it is a plan that only bore fruit due to teamwork! Excellent work! Jirou, Aoyama, your division of labor was also a good plan, but don't forget the enemies you don't see! Time for our next match!"
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This time, Asui and Tokoyami were defending against Todoroki and Uraraka.
"Good luck," Izuku said, waving slightly to Uraraka.
"Thanks!" She gave him two thumbs up as she trailed slightly behind Todoroki. "So," she said, as they walked out through the door, "how are we doing-?"
The door closed. Izuku winced. Surely, they had strategized beforehand...
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"Young Todoroki," said All Might, somewhat sternly, "you... that was certainly an impressive display, but even when dealing with real villains, a hero has to be conscious of the damage they may do. A large number of villains are only minor criminals, or even otherwise ordinary citizens having a bad day."
"That's not what the media says," mumbled Todoroki, though he looked pale as medi-bots carried Asui from the scene.
"The media is full of sensationalists. And even if it weren't, Asui isn't a real villain. There is a difference," he said, very gently, "between going beyond and going too far."
All Might paused. Todoroki hunched his shoulders. There was something familiar about his posture, something that made Izuku's stomach knot.
All Might continued. "It was a good strategy. Against another team, or against real villains, it would have been a more than appropriate strategy. In fact, it was even an appropriate strategy in this case, since you didn't know Asui had trouble with cold temperatures. But when you encountered her in the hall and noticed how poorly she was doing, you should have hit the emergency stop button."
Instead of laying down mode ice when Asui struggled to get free, which was what actually happened.
"Why didn't you stop the match?" He didn't sound accusatory. Just flat and resigned.
All Might made a face and gestured to the screens on the wall. About half of them showed static and the rest blurry shades of white and gray. Like the rest of the building, they had been iced over.
Todoroki sighed. "How much trouble am I in?"
"You aren't," replied All Might. "In trouble, that is. As your teacher, this is entirely my responsibility. I shouldn't have set you against Asui or should have gone over safety concerns more clearly..." All Might paused, his face that of someone who knew they weren't getting their point across but didn't quite know what the problem was. "Injuries are inevitable in heroics and hero training, but you don't want to maim your classmates. Or minor villains, really, if you can help it. So... consider this a learning moment."
"But it was just ice," said Kaminari.
"Cold kills people frequently," said All Might. "People lose fingers and toes to frostbite regularly. Again, for anyone but Asui, this level of ice for such a short time period wouldn't have caused lasting damage, but it is something to be mindful of. Does... that make sense, young Todoroki?"
"Yes," said Todoroki, head bowed.
"All right. Young Uraraka, thank you for hitting the emergency stop button. It showed good thinking and good awareness. Young Tokoyami, your decision to hide the bomb in the basement was a good one, complimentary to your quirk."
Izuku glanced over at Monoma. He had a sinking suspicion he knew what quirk he would copy.
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After moving to a new building, Iida and Ashido managed to pull a win as heroes from Ojiro and Shouji by melting a hole in the ceiling above the bomb and then jumping through to tag it after Iida confirmed its location with a scouting run. The general consensus of the class was that it was surprisingly clever and out of the box, but that it probably wouldn't have been feasible in real life. Ashido had then sheepishly admitted that she'd come up with the idea after hearing Izuku mumble about it.
This, of course, made Izuku blush. Strawberry would probably bee his nickname from now on.
Better than Deku.
It was his turn to go set up, now.
He was unlikely to be able to beat Hagakure and Monoma at the same time, even if Monoma didn't copy any quirks at all. Assuming they didn't split up, a ridiculous course of action, he'd have to find a way to protect the bomb other than physically defending it.
This was the problem that had been plaguing him all afternoon.
He had to hide it. Then, he either had to hide himself or use his location to steer them away from where the bomb really was. His capture would also lose him the match, so he had to be careful.
He carried the bomb to the top floor. Uraraka's quirk could get them up there, but Izuku didn't think Monoma could handle the nausea. And if he did have a time limit, he wouldn't want to be airborne when it ran out. Sero had demonstrated his quirk could get him up the side of the building, but that had clearly also required a lot of skill in climbing, not just the quirk itself.
Iida's quirk would get Monoma to the top of the building fast, but since he'd have to go room by room... Either way, the top floor would slow them down the most, buy Izuku the most time.
The room he picked was full of prop boxes. Izuku had to rearrange them to completely hide the bomb, and there was a chance Monoma and Hagakure would remember what it looked like before, from the camera feeds, but he hoped they'd overlook it.
He still had time. Next...
The second floor had office equipment in it. Clearly old junk the school didn't mind loosing. Izuku pulled as much of it out into the hallway as he could, his experience from the beach helping him maneuver quickly. He dumped a lot of it into the stairwell. The rest he left in the hallways.
How much time did he have?
Not long.
He ran up the stairs, to the fourth floor, where Ashido had melted a hole in the floor. Here, he had multiple egress points. It would be harder for them to corner him. Also...
He randomly closed half the doors on the floor. He could pretend to be guarding one of them. Delay them. How much longer?
No time at all.
Right on schedule, the air went dry and cold. Izuku, having planned for this, leapt for one of the door frames and held on. A thin layer of ice, not as thick as the one on the floor, crusted over his gloved fingers.
Izuku counted to five, then let his hands slip out of his gloves and dropped to the floor. Then he reached up and tugged his now empty gloves out of the ice.
He inspected the ice momentarily, and tested his ability to move on it. It wasn't as even or as thick as it had been when Todoroki used it, and the surface was a difficult and unpredictable mixture of smooth and rough... but it would become slicker as it melted.
Good. Izuku had predicted this. It made his closed doors and stacked boxes much more formidable obstacles. The ice wouldn't allow doors to open easily, and the boxes would also be reinforced and hard to move.
Izuku was glad for the conversation All Might had with Todoroki. Although it probably hadn't been his intention, the way he had phrased his commentary on Todoroki's freezing strategy had made it seem like an automatic win, given that it wasn't used against someone who'd be seriously injured by it.
Izuku hadn't been sure they'd do it, since it would handicap Hagakure so much. She couldn't walk around on ice barefoot. Unless she had a secondary mutation that made her skin tougher, or less sensitive to temperature- that would be so cool! No, focus, focus.
Monoma wouldn't have Iida's quirk, either with this strategy. Even if was unfamiliar with speed quirks, he would know that high speeds and ice didn't mix... Unless you were a speed skater, Izuku supposed. But Monoma didn't have ice skates- Unless, unless he took Yaoyorozu's quirk and made ice skates. But that would be horribly impractical with this uneven ice, and probably wouldn't work with Iida's quirk at all. So.
He'd probably have Yaoyorozu's quirk anyway. And after that, for this exercise, Jirou's would be the most valuable. With Jirou's quirk, Monoma would be able to locate Izuku quickly.
Another reason to separate himself from the bomb.
They were coming.
He hid himself out of immediate sight, in the room with the hole, on the off chance that Monoma couldn't hold that many quirks.
There was a clatter from the stairwell.
They were coming.
Muffled voices. A louder thump.
"Maybe if you hadn't frozen everything-"
A sort of fwoosh brought an oddly warm breeze and Izuku hissed. Todoroki's quirk must be more than ice. Given his overall appearance... Fire? Izuku was screwed.
Well. Hopefully his precautions would at least get him a good grade.
There were more scrapes and clatters as Hagakure and Monoma forced their way through the stairwell. Then, relative silence.
They were coming.
"I thought you said he was on this floor," said Hagakure, plaintively.
"He must have gotten free," said Monoma.
"Can't you listen for him again?"
There was a pause. Monoma must have responded nonverbally.
"We'll just have to be careful checking everything out," said Hagakure. "The bomb must be on this floor, after all."
Okay. Okay, great, this was good news for Izuku. He eyed the hole in the floor. Part of him really didn't want to jump through. His brain was supplying him with all the things that could go wrong with such a jump. Especially with the layer of ice. Ugh, he should have dragged one of the office desks up underneath it.
Too late now.
Minding his visibility, Izuku crept over to the side of the hole and lowered himself until he was hanging by his finger tips.
It was still a long fall. Monoma and Hagakure's footsteps were growing closer.
He let go.
He tried to hit the ground properly, but his roll turned into a slide, and he hit a wall at a higher speed than he would have liked. Reflexively he grabbed at his left arm. Ow.
He knew this was going to happen.
"He's on the third floor!"
"What?"
"He jumped through Ashido's hole!"
Izuku forced himself to his feet and sprinted towards the stairs. The second floor had more hiding places than the third. At the last minute, something twinged in the back of his mind, and he tried to stop. Tried. The ice made this difficult.
His legs went out from underneath him, and he went skidding down the hallway on his back, taking a mercifully, mercifully, clothed Hagakure out at the ankles. They slid together into the bottom of the stairs descending from the fourth floor, further battering Izuku's poor arm.
He dodged Hagakure's capture tape and briefly considered pulling out his own, but there was Monoma, cautiously coming down the icy stairs.
Icy stairs.
It seemed neither Izuku nor Monoma had fully considered the obstacles that would result from coating a building like this in ice. Todoroki's ability to maneuver easily on this terrain was, in retrospect, a keystone of the 'freeze everything' strategy, not incidental.
He needed to get away.
He pushed Hagakure off of himself (and noted that she was just as muscular as he was) and slid on his knees to the banister. He pulled himself up and slid down the rail, using the ice to his benefit. Using his uninjured arm, he gripped the end of the banister connected to the wall to slingshot himself down the second floor hallway.
... and almost right into a desk he'd half forgotten he'd put there. He dodged it and recovered quickly before scrambling over the other obstacles in the hallway. He came to a scraping halt and tucked himself into the leg well of one of the desks. A convenient bar meant he could keep his feet off the ground and out of sight as well.
Just like hiding from bullies. Only less dangerous and more fun.
How much time was left?
It had taken them about five minutes to get past the desks on the stairs, then maybe two or three to get to the fourth floor? They hadn't been moving quickly, probably because of the ice. Then, they'd been on the fourth floor for another couple of minutes before Izuku dropped to the third, even if it had felt longer to Izuku. The tussle on the third had taken a minute, tops, so he had... Four minutes left? Less, now.
He could win this. He could run out the clock. Maybe it wasn't the most heroic way to win, but he was supposed to be playing the villain, and he hoped Mr. Yagi would be proud of him anyway.
"Show yourself!" called Monoma. "Or I'll freeze you out."
Could he do that? Maybe he had Jirou's quirk at first, but switched to Todoroki's later, and lost access to Jirou's? If only he knew more about how Monoma's quirk worked... It could be a bluff, too. Even if it wasn't, why would he reveal himself? This late in the game, even if he was frozen in place, he could still win.
And winning... it wasn't something he got to do very often.
A buzz signaled the end of the match. "Villains win! Or, rather villain wins? Good job everyone! Come on out for the final debrief."
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"MVP, MVP, MVP," chanted Yoichi, Banjo, and En, arms slung around each others' shoulders.
"Our boy is MVP!" cried Banjo.
"You know what this means, of course," said Hikage during a pause in the noise. The other ghosts looked at him. "It means, my quirk is the most valuable. The greatest power in the universe is the power of anxiety."
"Take that back!" said Yoichu, throwing an imaginary kazoo at Hikage. "The most powerful thing in the universe is the power of friendship. Everyone knows that!"
"What about those two?" asked Hikage, pointing at Second and Third.
"Unfortunately, the power of spite is also great," said Yoichi. "Even so, they will soon find themselves defeated."
Nana rubbed her temples. "If I hadn't given up on sanity within ten minutes of waking up in here, this would be what did me in."
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After an intense practical, the next stop was the nurse's office. There, the class found Asui already mostly recovered, and Izuku found out that he had, in fact broken his arm.
"Are you sure it isn't just a sprain? It is broken?"
"A fracture, and, yes, quite sure. But a sprain can actually be worse than a break- many true sprains never quite heal correctly... either way, with my quirk you don't have to worry about it." She pressed her lips to Izuku's forehead. He felt his energy ebb to a new low. "You should talk to Mr. Aizawa about falling techniques. Your body type is more like his than your other mentor's."
"I- I will," promised Izuku.
"Good. You can go get changed, now."
"Thanks," said Izuku, not quite wobbling out of the room.
"Midoriya!"
He almost jumped out of his skin. "A-ah! Uraraka!"
"Sorry to startle you!"
"No, no, it's fine. What is it?"
"Oh, well, Iida and I were wondering if you'd like to come out with use to a café after school? It's nearby and apparently it has discounts for UA students?"
"Indeed! My older brother talked about it frequently when he was a student here!"
"W-well," said Izuku. He looked at All Might, who was awkwardly supervising and directing other students in the hallway to the locker rooms. All Might caught his eye and nodded. "Sure! That sounds like fun!"
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This would be the last time Shouta would have to nap after school for a while. From tomorrow on, he'd be alternating quirk counseling with Midoriya with hero work. Why did he agree to do this again?
Kan opened the door to the break room. With him came the acrid smell of smoke and hot dust. "Which companies did the first year costumes this year?" he asked, voice dangerously soft enough to impress Aizawa.
"Why?" asked Hizashi.
"Because I want to... talk to whoever thought it was a good idea to give a fifteen-year-old with no training in demolition not one, but two weapons that could level buildings at full charge. I just want to talk."
Judging by the expression on Kan's face, Shouta seriously doubted that.
Kan took a deep breath. "What about your hellions?"
"Don't know. Yagi had them today."
"And you didn't watch?"
"I was in court."
"What's wrong with Yagi, anyway?"
Shouta, Hizashi, and Kan all turned to where Yagi was splayed in a chair. If the scene were a painting, it could easily be titled 'depression.'
"I'm a failure as a teacher and a hero," he moaned.
"Huh?" said Hizashi. "Why?"
"Young Asui nearly became hypothermic, and young Midoriya fractured his arm."
There was a beat of silence as the others waited for him to go on.
"What?" Kan asked. "Is that it?"
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bangchanswolfpelt · 3 years
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please PLEASE elaborate more on sweet bf hongjoong who tries to pry open every kink you have 💋
quick warning: this is more me thinking out loud than it is actual smut, so feel free to ignore it if that's not a thing you're interested in.
i'm still definitely getting to know Hongjoong, but he gives me the distinct vibe of someone who could be very sexually adventurous, but also someone who doesn't really have a whole lot of actual experience. like, this boy was so busy working, he barely even went to high school—to me, that kind of laser focus on work says that he probably hasn't had time for much of a social life or relationships, and i feel like he's not the type to necessarily go for quick flings.
so like, i'm really into the idea of exploring a relationship where he's figuring out sex with a more experienced reader. reader might be older (i can definitely see Joong being the type to be interested in someone older than him), but we might also keep that vague.
there would be lot of actual talk about sex and kink, i think, and definitely a lot of doing things out of order, because he's a fuckin Scorpio and what do order and convention even mean??? did you think Hongjoong was going to wait until after he put his dick in you to pry all your deepest and most depraved secrets from you? virginity is a social construct, he has pussy to eat and a soulmate to unravel like a murder mystery.
(also, i. almost never use the phrase soulmate unless i'm talking about aus where soulmates are a real, observed phenomenon, but also. i feel like Hongjoong would genuinely think of the person he's with as his soulmate? idk, i just feel like when things get serious with this boy, they get Serious, he doesn't seem like someone who does things halfway.)
((re: doing things out of order, one thing that's very vivid in my mind is Joong on your lap after he's confessed to you that he really wants you to peg him. you're both fully clothed, and at this point in the relationship he’s never even gotten more undressed for you than maybe taking his shirt off, but he's grinding up against you, panting and moaning and babbling as you grope his ass and tell him exactly how you're going to ease him open with your tongue and your fingers before you make him take your strap. he cums in his pants with his face buried in the crook of your neck, tears running down his face because he wants you to fuck him so badly.))
i'm imagining a lot of very gently (and occasionally not-so-gently) taking care of him and exploring what he's interested in. as he gets more comfortable, eventually Hongjoong would realize how much focus you're putting on his wants and needs and start trying to find ways to delve into yours, because he cares about fulfilling your needs, but also because the idea of leaving you in any way unsatisfied is unbearable to his pride and the idea of not understanding the fullness of your desires would be untenable to his curiosity. he'd also be interested in switching things up in a more distinctly d/s way; you take the lead in a lot of earlier exploration and he defers to that, but as time goes on and he inevitably sees you in more vulnerable situations, he'd realize that sometimes you're more inclined to follow than lead, and that he's also sometimes very into that.
we're definitely getting into watersports and ear kink. ear kink because watching ALICE ASMR and going from 'i think this is kind of hot?' to 'what do i even do with this?' was a big impetus for this whole disjointed verse—like, i just very vividly imagined him finding you getting yourself off and playfully demanding to know what you're watching, then instead of being weirded out, just jumping fully onboard in a way you didn't even think was possible—kissing your ears and whispering the weirdest, filthiest dirty talk into them while he fingers you in motions that mimic the way the ears in the video are being played with. watersports because i feel like Joong would be really into the vulnerability of you wetting yourself for him, and also the inherent filthiness and taboo of it, and also because i personally am very into it.
medical kink could be a lot of fun, i think—i can see him being the type to look up and teach himself how to do a whole actual cranial nerve exam while thinking "This is great. I'm going to get a good grade in sex, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve."
playing with consent might also on the table—i can see him being into cnc, but also maybe a little uncomfortable with how into it he is, and that could be an interesting place to go. menophilia, somno, and sounding are all things i can see him getting into, too, but i'm not leaning super hard into any particular direction with any of them.
there's definitely gonna be some affectionate degradation: Hongjoong strikes me as the type to very lovingly call you 'slutty', and i feel like a part of him would enjoy it more knowing that you did used to sleep around before you settled down with him. he enjoys knowing that you could have anyone you want, that you had so many people you wanted, but it's him you've chosen to be with now. it's a very unique kind of possessiveness that i think he has—he doesn't care about being your only one, he just cares about being the one who's indispensable to you—which is why i think we could also get into him sharing you, i'm thinking with either Seonghwa or maybe the rest of 5racha.
this is all very up in the air, tho. i've got some scenes a little more clearly sketched out, but i'm honestly not sure i've got Hongjoong's character down well enough to do something so ambitious? if you've actually made it this far, i'd love to hear your thoughts!!
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The cobra kai writers room in numbers
I guess I’m finally going to post this, because otherwise I made all those excel speadsheets for no reason. (if you just want the numbers, its under “Writers room in numbers”)
It’s my personal opinion that every discussion about representation in media should always include a conversation about who is writting those stories. One of the main reasons why we lack diverse mainstream stories is because a lot of the time this type of media is produced and written by privileged groups. 
This is something that has been mentioned before many times, in many fandoms, but because the writer’s room is not inmediately visible when you consume a piece of media, most of the conversations about biases and stereotypes tend to focus on the diversity and development of the characters: how many of them belong to a certain group, what kind of storylines they get, etc, etc. If this is deemed insufficient or inadequate, the writers are encouraged to do better. 
This is not necessarily wrong: constructive criticism can actually help people become aware of certain issues in their writing. But even when they do care, these people are still going to be much better at empathizing with and humanizing people from their own group, not just because of their personal experiences, but also because the media they grew up with and still consume today contains those same biases. So, for example, as much as I do believe that a well-meaning man could create some great female characters, his ideas are probably going to be heavily influenced by what he has already categorized as “good female characters” in mainstream media, unless he actively looks for stories that were written by women. 
I did all that long texty introductiong because I dont want to make it seem like im singling out one show: this is an issue of the entire... uh format? 
Okay, so with that out of the way: 
Writer’s room in numbers
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(That speadsheet looks ugly as hell, but oh well. I hope it’s at least visible!) 
References: 
orange: writer/director is not a man
green: writer/director is not white
To make it accesible for everyone, the numbers are:
N° of writers: 
White: 12/13
Men: 10/13
White men: 9/13
N° of episodes (writers):
White: 25/30
Men: 24/30
White men: 19/30
N° of directors:
White: 6/8
Men: 7/8
White men: 5/8
N° of episodes (directors):
White: 26/30
Men: 24/30
White men: 20/30
N° writers + directors (I realize that this is redundant. But I only came to that conclusion after I did the math. so Im sorry okay, but I need to put it somewhere):
White: 15/18
Men: 14/18
White men: 11/18
N° of episodes (writers + directors):
White: 22/30
Men: 20/30
White men: 14/30
To summarize: most of the writers/directors are white men,  half of the episodes are written and directed by white men, there are NO women of color, and NO latines, or, at least, no latines of color.
All the information was taken from the US wikipedia page of Cobra kai (you can see who wrote each episode there), IMDb and  the social media accounts of the members of the staff. Truthfully, I have no idea if the information on wikipedia is 100% legit. I originally went to the spanish version of the page, cause that’s my native language, aand some things there didn’t seem right. So, I switched to the US one because it seemed more complete. But... I don’t know. Just to be clear. 
Also, Josh Heald, Jon Hurwitz, Hayden Schlossberg are always in charge of the story to some degree. According to the wikipedia page of Cobra kai, most of the input from other writers takes place in the teleplay. I know nothing about how  TV shows are made, but according to wikipedia: 
“According to current Writers Guild of America guidelines, a television script consists of two distinct parts: "story" and "teleplay". The story comprises "basic narrative, idea, theme or outline indicating character development and action", while the teleplay consists of "individual scenes and full dialogue or monologue (including narration in connection therewith), and camera set-ups, if required".[2] Simply put, this distinguishes the contribution of ideas toward the story from the actual writing of the dialogue and stage directions present on the page in the finished product.”
So that’s the difference.
Anyway, Cobra kai is not unique in this regard, but I think this is a good thing to keep in mind, especially when we discuss the lack of development of characters like Aisha or Carmen, or Nate, or the issues with most of the characters who are women. 
Extra stuff I have on my brain
According to some interviews (which should be taken with a grain of salt, bc they are talking about their bosses in public), both Vanessa Rubio (Carmen) and Tamlyn Tomita (Kumiko) got to make some calls in the story of their characters. For example, Vanessa said that she decided to give her an accent because of her background. Tamlyn put some conditions for her appearence in the show. Specifically, she wanted to see a more accurate portrayal of Okinawa. I did not get the impression that she was super satisfyed with the result though:
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Unrelated but:
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wevegottogetaway · 3 years
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Thanks fo’ saving my ass tonight
I got so much going on with uni, but I couldn’t resist. If you too are queen/king of procrastinating uni work, you have my deepest support! Hope you enjoyed x
TW: none (except fool language)
Part 2    -    Part 3*
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Office parties have never been y/n’s cup of tea, the idea of enjoying yourself in the very place people usually count down the hours before they can leave, is rather ludicrous in her humble opinion. Alas as the boss’ personal assistant, she not only had to plan and organize the whole shebang but her presence was also required, supervision purposes and all that. The only solace sweetening the deal for her was that she’d be in charge of the catering too, and y/n learnt very early on that good food and greater booze could make any boring work function at least tolerable.
Now that the festivities are in full swing, conversation flowing almost as heartily as the champagne in the guests’ eager mouths, y/n thinks she did quite well. The vast open space of the office is decorated with taste, the music set at the perfect level as to not overpower the boring chitchat bouncing off its walls, and to her greatest delight, the catering company she hired has truly outdone themselves. All in all, everybody seems to be having a grand time, and y/n decides that’s reason enough to officially relieve herself of her supervisor’s duties.
As she scans over the assortment of canapés, mini-quiches, crudités and other mouth-watering ambrosias, y/n fails to notice the tall figure casually approaching her. She’s in the midst of pondering whether she should try the humous or a cream cheese and salmon toast first, mouth salivating and stomach growling in appetite, when a raspy voice interrupts her inner battle, "I see m’not the only one who’s here just fo’ the food".
Her eyes pop off the delicious hors d’oeuvres to the sight gracing them next and she doesn’t know which is the most appetizing. Because standing a few feet from her is Harry, vibrant smile and pretty dimples on show, as he leans over the verrines platter to pick the best-looking one. He’s wearing an olympic blue floral suit on top of a scandalously unbuttoned transparent shirt, a bold number that would grant anyone else looks of surprise and confusion but looked absolutely divine on his broad frame. Besides, after two years working at the office, everyone had gotten used to his unconventional fashion choices by now.
Y/n quirks an eyebrow in curiosity as she dips a cucumber stick in a bowl of humous, before quipping, "not a big fan of these things?"
Harry lets out a small chuckle in a ‘no kidding’ way, and attaches his emerald eyes to hers, "they’re kind of a drag, if m’bein’ honest."
She smiles at his admission, realizing they both share an aversion for mundanities, "I know right. Like, why party here where everyone has to be on their best behavior when we could be down at the bar without the boss gallivanting around?" she cries out in exasperation and not for the first time, Harry thinks she’s quite possibly the most endearing thing he’s ever seen. His smile widens the tiniest bit at her passionate rant, "my thoughts exactly. Do we even know what we’re supposed to celebrate?" The question makes her laugh, she wouldn’t have known either if not for her involvement in the affair, "well as the person behind this all drag," she give him a pointed look at his jeering choice of word, "it would be weird if I didn’t."
Harry’s face falls at the possibility of having offended her, but his uneasiness quickly dissipates when she starts laughing at him. "M’sorry, that came out wrong," he tells her before letting out a giggle of his own and y/n revels in the moment. The idea of interacting with him beyond the usual ‘here’s the presentation for today’s conference’ or ‘do you have the quarterly report ready’ is rather intoxicating for her already feeble nerves. "Don’t worry, I take no offense, I’m just as bored as you are," she reassures him with a smile, "the party is for a new potential investor, something about wooing them with some ‘corporate fun’. S’a load of bullshit if you ask me".
Harry nods at the explanation unimpressed, his boss’ intentions being the least of his worries. Aside from being the classic douche every manager typically insists on being, the guy has always made his distaste about him pretty clear, so Harry would rather focus on more interesting things. Like how beautiful y/n looks right now, her hair tied up in a loose bun at the top of her head, leaving a few strands to fall around her face. "You look amazing, by the way," he brings himself to say, though he thinks his compliment doesn’t even do her justice.
Y/n looks down at her own outfit then: a knee-length red dress composed of a skater skirt and a backless top that only holds with a couple pressure buttons clasped behind her neck. Her cheeks warm up to match the color of her apparel, betraying the timidity she’s always fallen victim of whenever he happened to be in her vicinity. Y/n’s never been one to shy away from her feelings or trip over her own words when facing her crushes, but there is something about Harry that teleports her right back to her sheepish 13 year-old teenage self. Also, she’s not too keen on office romances and the drama that usually ensues so she’s always made sure to stifle her blossoming attraction and keep their relation work-appropriate. Surely that must account for most of her awkwardness, doesn’t it?
Her eyes trail back to his face and her response comes in a shy euphemism, "thank you, you clean up quite nicely yourself." It’s enough to quirk Harry’s lips in a bashful smile, their  complexion evidently on edge as they tread uncharted territories. Professionalism has always regimented their interactions with kind but polite rigidness, neither of them quite inclined to cross that invisible line, but tonight seems to challenge that.
Tonight, Harry is resolute in his infatuation, no longer inhibited from social construct but driven by a quest for knowledge; anything that will help him decipher her carefully shielded crux. Tonight, he endeavors to scrape the edges of her rough diamond to expose the gem encapsulated inside, peel back the stoic layers of her exterior to find her unapologetic and intrinsic nature. Tonight, he is thirsty for secrets and confidential disclosures, and he won’t leave until he’s drained it all out of her. Unless she tells him to fuck off, obviously.
Harry keeps the conversation going as he browns the buffet for a new delicacy to snack on, "so, what would you be doing if you didn’t have to be here?" He wants to know everything, the present and the past, the good and the bad, the superficial and the substance, the messy and the orderly, but he figures he should start by what she likes to do in her own time. The things that loosen her up after a tense week at work, the things that will make her eyes shine with passion as she relates them back to his curious mind.
The question reaches her ears as she takes a sip of her drink, "mmm," she smiles around her glass before placing it back on the table, "-that’s easy. Playing pool with the gang at Gibson’s." Her answer spills without hesitation, a heap of follow-up questions already brewing up in Harry’s brain, but the foreign name is what beckons his attention first, "Gibson’s?" he echoes with a faint rumple pulling the skin between his eyes. Is that the name of a friend? A boyfriend? Out of all the questions he’s contemplated, y/n’s relationship status never crossed his mind. He’s always assumed her to be a single woman, the evidence of a significant other never present in her language and demeanor.
A wave of relief washes over him at her elaboration, "it’s a bar couple blocks from my place. It’s been my friends and I’s HQ ever since we all met." The sentiment has her eyes sparkle at the remembrance of all the happy memories the place hosted, and Harry stores the information in his mental list of all y/n’s soft spots.
"Sounds rad, so you play pool?" he inquires with enthusiasm. He’s been knows to play a game or two in his youth, though it’s been a hot minute since he’s felt the weight of the cue in his hands as he sinks ball after ball in their respective pockets. He remembers the elation of it all, the adrenaline coursing through his veins at each successful strike, and his heart flutters at the thought of ever sharing a game with her; she seems like the competitive type in the most entertaining way possible. Before his thoughts can spiral into much filthier realms, like bending her over the table mid-game when his own skills prevail and she turns into a sore-loser, y/n’s voice rings him back to reality.
"Uh uh, correction," her expression suddenly turns in false seriousness before she proves him right about her competing tendencies, "I win at pool." Her eyes are so full of confidence, a spice of mischief sparkling in their corner, she would have no difficulty persuading anyone of anything that passes the threshold of her mouth. Harry certainly doesn’t doubt her mastery of the bar game, but it doesn’t stop him from challenging her in a slightly elevated pitch, "oh is that so?"
Y/n only grins at the banter, not at all fazed by his taunting remark, "maybe you’ll have to find out for yourself." She reaches for another snack, not taking her come-hither look off his handsome face, and Harry revels in her flirtatious advances, a smug smile taking possession of his lips as he surfs of the same wave of seduction. "Is that a challenge?" he philanders back, fueling the sensual back-and-forth they seem to have embarked upon.
"Not much of a challenge if I know I’ll win," y/n replies with cheek, her self-assurance once again burgeoning like sexy wildflowers sprouting from the ground underneath Harry’s feet, wrapping around his ankle and growing along his body to twine around his spellbound heart. He absolutely loves her unfaltering aplomb, finds it undoubtably sexy but he can’t let her know that just yet.
"Cocky."
"Confident."
They both chuckle at their repartee, enjoying this ping-pong of quick-witted banter they’ve never found in anybody else before. It’s like their intellects were meant to collide in galvanizing forces, the encounter of two fiery psychs too brilliant to one up the other.
Harry is mesmerized by their connection, if he knew sparks would fire this bright, he would have made a move ages ago. "Fuck, you’re something else," he shakes his head in incredulity before confessing, "definitely not what I expected."
Y/n’s chest tingles at his comment, a rivulet of liquid glee leaking through her arteries to pump her heart and her ego full of bliss, "Oh so you expected something, did you?" She punctuates her teasing with a thousand-watts power smirk, and Harry finds it strikingly alluring.
Not about to let her have the upper hand however, a burst of smugness crosses his features as he boomerangs her earlier allurement back to her, "maybe you’ll have to find out for yourself." It earns him a deep jazzy laugh rooted in her tummy and a tinge of pride swirling in his own. He wants to pry laugh after laugh from her belly until her last giggle, only relenting once the muscles in her chest are aching from unbridled joy.
Y/n sighs in content before taking a bite out of a mini-tartlet as she considers how to proceed in this much too flirty conversation. "So what would you be doing tonight, if not for this stupid party?" she returns his first question before realizing,  "-wait a sec, what are you doing here if you hate these things so much? My presence was mandatory but yours isn’t."
"I’ll have you know I was coerced into coming too," he quips back in a fake defensive tone, hand pressing to his chest, "Mike from accounting begged me to tag along, he just broke up with his girlfriend so I didn’t have the heart to tell him no." The selfishness of the gesture softens her heart in a goo of adoration, but she can’t let him know that just yet.
"Softie."
"Chivalrous."
His comeback has her giggle, a rejoinder already tiptoeing at the edge of her lips, "see, who’s cocky now?" Her eyes are full of jest and lightness, somehow taking the weight of the party off his shoulders. Turns out, food and booze are not the only remedies for boring work functions, y/n’s company is just as effective if not more, and that’s with the guarantee of a hangover-less comes next morning. Harry is truly happy he decided to make an appearance tonight, a sentiment he definitely didn’t foresee for the night. The realization has him faintly shaking his head in amazement, his lips letting out another whispered "something else" softly enough that it doesn’t quite reach her already inflated ears.
"So did you have any plans tonight?" She reiterates the question not wanting to ever stop talking with him.
There are probably a hundred exciting plans he could have conjured up to come off half as intriguing as she seems to be, but instead he decides to go the honest route, "nah, I would have probably crash on my couch, this week’s been pretty hectic." His truth is confirmed by the faded blackness tinting the skin below his eyes, a proof of hard work and long hours under the heedlessness of a greedy superior. Y/n knows it all too well, having had firsthand experience with her boss’ jackassery. That’s why she directly inquires, "boss giving you trouble?"
Part of Harry is eager to steer the conversation back to more pleasant waters but he guesses talking a little bit about work was inevitable at some point, especially since they both share palpable distaste for their superior. "The maniac keeps giving me last minute reports like I’m expected to work all night along on his bullshit projects," he explains dejectedly before running his hand through his luscious curls in sign of frustration. "Barely finished in time fo’ the party tonight, I had to slip in his office to put the file on his desk, that fucker had already left."
Y/n listens attentively, her chest tightening in empathy at the recollection of his misfortune. She’s very familiar with the embittering feeling that comes with working your ass for someone that barely registers your efforts and dishes the office hours before you can even dream of clocking off. She’s faced the same scenario time and time again, including tonight, when she’d come up to lock the boss’ office hours after he left to get pampered for the party. She barely got time to make the double commute to and from her place, much less spend hours getting dolled up. She does remember the odd file on her boss’ desk though, "oh I was wondering what that blue folder was about, he never usually leave unattended paperwork on his desk."
Harry starts nodding in confirmation before stopping dead, eyes widened in distress, "wait, did you just say blue?" he asks in urgency.
Y/n frowns at his sudden agitation, her mind reeling to try and visualize the state of the surroundings she left several hours ago. She’s pretty positive she saw a blue binder laying there, not that she knows the ramifications of that simple fact, "yes I think so, why?"
The dire nature of the situation becomes painfully obvious as Harry’s face turns into a mess of  dread and panic, "oh shit, oh fuck, no no no," the words keep tumbling from his mouth in a ramble of nerves. "So stupid, m’so fucked" he keeps muttering self-admonition in quiet anger, hands griping at the root of his hair.
Concern is starting to fester in y/n’s guts as she takes in his disheveled state, "Harry, Jesus, take a breath, tell me what’s going on," she steps closer to him, one hand softly holding at his biceps as she tries to connect their gazes.
Once his eyes plug into hers, pupils blown out in turmoil, he finally calms down enough to word  out his mishap, "s’not the right file on his desk, I only use red binders for the reports." Spinning around out of her hold to shout his stress back to the wall in a loud "fuck!", Harry’s mind is caught up in a swirl of possible excuses to give to his boss, all sounding more ridiculous than the other. He can’t think of way to fix his mistake and escape the inevitable berating coming his way comes morning.
Fortunately for him, y/n is not about to let this happen, "it’s okay, we’ll fix this," she encourages. "What’s on his desk right now?"
Harry looks back at her then, not totally convinced that this all mayhem is salvageable. His boss is never going to tolerate this minor negligence, especially once he finds out the irrelevant material mistakenly slipped amongst his work. "My 14 year-old niece’s english project" the answer comes out as a question, a hint of self-deprecating humor lacing through his words. "Bloody hell, he’s gon’ have my head fo’ that one."
Harry is adamant in his doom, but if anything, y/n is not a quitter. "No he’s not. He hasn’t seen it yet, right? You said he was already gone when you brought the file."
He takes a long breath, "I suppose not."
"Guess it’s a good thing I have the keys to his office then, yeah?" She smiles proudly as a beacon of hope shines on his conflicted face. The forest green of his eyes seems to breath back to life in an endearing revival, effectively tugging at y/n’s heart’s merciful strings.
"Fuck, you’d do that fo’ me?" his shoulders loosen up in relief, the tension slowly simmering down to a gentle buzz, as he envisages the possibility of an illicit break-in. Well, as illicit as it may be, considering they have the keys. Still, best they don’t get caught snooping in the boss’ office, for both of their sake.
"Of course, silly. No questions asked," y/n answers with a smile, and her willingness to put herself in potential trouble, warms Harry’s heart from inside out.
"Y/n, you’re an angel, a life savior," he grabs her shoulders in each of his hands, his gratitude painted all over his soft traits. "Fuck, I could kiss you right now." The words fly out of his mouth without him realizing their significance after spending the last ten minutes coming onto her. And well, y/n isn’t too opposed to the idea either, and she thinks she might hold him to that promise in retribution for her saving grace when the time and space works better in their favor. "Alright Casanova, let’s get your ass out of this mess," she grabs her purse form the table and takes his hand to guide him through the cluster of people milling around the office space, eventually reaching the row of elevators across the room.
As they stand waiting for their lift to come, Harry starts fidgeting with nervous energy, feeling like a kid who’s about to get caught trying to steal straight from the cookie jar. "Shit, alright, we have to be discrete if we want to pull this off," he tells her, not taking his eyes off the room in case someone would look at them and read their plan straight off their guilty-looking faces.
"Says the guy in the flashy suit," y/n immediately counters, in an attempt to revive the playfulness of their synergy. The night was going swimmingly before the whole ordeal, and she’s convinced this foxy little adventure can only add to the appeal of an evening full of surprises.
Harry’s indignation at her dig teeters from his pouty lips, "hey! It’s not that bad." She giggles at his poor rebuttal, and as the doors of the elevator open, they quickly take a few steps inside.
"Harry, that suit is so loud, it could break the sound barrier," y/n teases as she eyes the crowd of people frivolously chatting away, while waiting for the door to close back.
"Thought I cleaned up nicely," he cheekily throws back her words from earlier, letting them resonate within the small confines of the elevator as they make their way up to their boss’ office.
She turns to face him then, a smile spreading on her supple lips, "don’t get me wrong, you look wonderful, just nowhere near decent for a secret spy mission."
Her words have him beaming back at her in a second, his mind fixated on her compliment rather than how impractical it is that his clothes are flashier than the Queen’s; in his defense, neither are y/n’s. "Damn, just got upgraded from nice to wonderful, this night is actually turning around," he chirps as the door open to the deserted hallway of the top floor.
"Alright, more action and less flirting, Styles," y/n playfully chides him. "Go get the right file, while I open his door, we should be quick in case he decides to bring the tour and his special guest up here." She sends him off with a tilt of her chin in what she knows to be the direction of his office, and Harry complies with ease and starts backtracking a few doors down, "yes ma’am."
While he’s gone to fetch the correct document from his office, y/n rummages through her purse to find the key of her boss’ office and unlock the door. Once she’s inside, she makes her way around the imposing mahogany desk commanding the space, and finds the imposter file sitting innocently on the polished wood. For pure curiosity’s sake, she starts leafing through its contents and lets a small chuckle as she takes in the endearing work of a young aspiring writer.
Her reading is interrupted by Harry’s hurried strides when he joins her in the room. "Here’s the damn report," he flings the folder on the desk next to his niece’s, red clashing with blue, mocking him for his slight negligence. As he absorbs the sight of y/n’s face engrossed in the teenage’s fiction, he moves slowly behind her, getting a glimpse at his niece’s whimsical words over her shoulder, before his eyes settle on the bare skin of her back.
Y/n welcomes his sudden proximity, has stranding on end as she feels the soft puffs of his breaths against her neck. "Your niece is quite the writer, does she always come to you for advice?"
She ignores the shivers running down her spine, and gulps when Harry’s voice greets her ears in a deep quiet hoarse, closer than she excepted, "usually, yeah. I was the one who got her into writing, so it’s kinda become our thing, I guess."
She smiles at his softness, "that’s really sweet," and draws in a long breath in a vain attempt to calm her jitters. She can almost feel his presence on her skin though they’re technically not touching, her fingertips tingling in anticipation.  
Another frisson travels through her when he responds with a low "mhm," his nose slightly grazing behind her ear, taking in her beguiling fragrance. Jasmine and vanilla, fresh and soft, exciting and comforting at the same time; it suits her perfectly.
"Harry-" she doesn’t know what to follow the whisper of his name with. Careful? Not here? Please don’t stop? At this point, she wants nothing more than to succumb to his affections, regardless of their improper whereabouts.
Harry brushes the back of his index down the smooth skin of her back in a featherlike caress, "thanks fo’ saving my ass, tonight," he murmurs into her ear, before laying a small kiss behind it.
Y/n is exulting under his tender ministrations, her eyes closed to enhance the feeling of his touch. "Anytime," she breathes out as her head tilts backward, a hand coming behind his neck in a silent plea not to let go, and Harry smiles against her skin at her receptiveness, goosebumps of his own blossoming across his body.
His next words are out of his mouth before he can think, "mmm, I owe you a big one," his playful persona resurfacing now that the situation was handled. They snort in unison at the double-entendre, and Harry slides his free arm around her waist to bring her closer to his chest in silent remittance. Y/n doesn’t mind though, she kinda likes this boyish side of him, but she can’t let him know that just yet.
"Gross."
"Hilarious."
Their ping-pong of wisecrack is back despite the tension permeating the air. It’s the kind that speeds heartbeats and moistens palms in lustful anticipation, the kind that curtails people’s breath as their lungs fill up with voluptuous aphrodisia. "Will you let me kiss you? Show you all my gratitude? I really wanna have a taste, love," he pleads for her permission, and y/n is too consumed by desire to deny him, "have it."
In one swift move, he spins around and latches his eager lips onto her. Passion ensues, hands roaming all over each other to find the perfect hold; the back of a neck, the lapels of a suit jacket, a few strands of hair, the curve of an exposed ribcage, it’s all intoxicating but there is always more to explore. Their tongues are caught up in a heated tango of their own, swirling around each other to quench the thirst of passion, licking their lustful way around their mouths.
At one point, Y/n finds herself pressed against her boss’ desk, one leg around Harry’s waist as he attaches his hips to hers in a heated embrace that leaves them breathless upon parting. He rests his forehead against her temple as they both process the intimate exchange, not ready to burst out of this fairy bubble. "Fuck, been waiting to do that for a while," he exhales with a smile, still incredulous at the evening’s proceedings, and the girl nestled in his arms.
"Same," she agrees and gently cups his face to bring his eyes back to hers, barely believing the adoration and warmth swimming within his lovely olive irises.
Harry’s heart feels like a ticking bomb about to implode, the sweet taste of her lips already providing him with a fix he didn’t know he was addicted to. "One more," he demands against her mouth before diving into another searing kiss. This time his hands explore more meticulously, scavenging for other soft spots to add on to his mental list. The dimples in her back right above the curve of her ass seem to rival the area at her side right below the swell of her breast, but Harry is pretty sure he’ll find more sensitive spots in the near future. Hopefully.
Once again, the need for oxygen compels them to part way, but neither of them make a move to separate their tangled limbs. Y/n is reveling in the moment she’s been daydreaming about for months, "so good," she keeps whispering sweet nothing against his lips while rubbing her nose against the bridge of his.
Harry clears his throat as he regains his bearings, realizing that there are still very much in the middle of their boss’ office, a place they are not supposed to be in, doing stuff they’re not supposed to be doing. At least not here. "Let’s get outta here, yeah?" he brushes a strand of hair that fell in front of her face, "you can kick my ass at that game of pool as promised, and I’ll tend to yours once we’re back at my place, what’dya say?"
And well, how can one say no to that?
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