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auteurdelabre · 4 months

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Daddy Morales (one shot)

Rating: 18+ mdni!!!!

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f! Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, oral (m receiving), power imbalance, infidelity, finger sucking, public sex (truck) dirty talk. Gentle Dom Frankie.

Authors note: I took a poll and you wanted this! This is glorified pwp. Just so horny for Frankie these days. Came to me in a daydream. I blame the fever I've got. Frankie fever.

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Frankie has come to despise date night. What started as a prompt from their couples counselor as a way to connect has swiftly become an evening every week for his wife Carmen to shit on everything he does.

It always starts the same - dinner out where she complains that they can't really afford it on his salary. This is usually followed by observations that her other friends wives don't need to worry about this. That they're good with their money. That if Frankie hadn't been caught on the job with coke they'd be set.

And he sits there listening, head slightly bowed under his baseball cap and he takes it. He takes it because it's true. He fucked up doing coke. He fucked up back in Columbia. He's always fucking up.

He thinks there's a sick part of Carmen that enjoys how beaten down he is. A part of her that feels superior. He was a pilot and she a secretary when they met. When he didn't work for a year because of his license being revoked she supported them and she likes to remind Frankie of this. Often.

But tonight is the last straw.

"You're a shit father, Frank."

There's a lot Frankie will shoulder. Shitty provider, sure. Emotionally distant husband, yep. But a shitty father? No. That's where he draws the line.

"You're never around," Carmen insists, eyes out the window as the truck rumbles into the driveway. "And when you are you're sleeping. Luca barely knows what you look like."

"I'm doing shift work to save money that you say we need," Frankie grits out, fingers curling around the steering wheel. "Flying helicopters isn't a 9-5. You've always known that."

"We wouldn't be in this mess if your coke-"

"Oh don't fucking start that shit again," Frankie all but shouts as they exit the truck and walk towards their front door. "Every spare minute I have, I spend with my son. Can you say the same?"

Carmen's cheeks go red. She knows he's alluding to her shopping trips and visits to the salon. Yeah, Frankie fucked up for a bit but Carmen has always had a spending problem.

She is furious but she drops her voice so it doesn't carry as he unlocks the front door and they push inside.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"What else is new?" he growls, tension high. "Just go to fucking bed. We'll talk tomorrow."

He and Carmen both end their bickering as they come around the corner to see you in front of the television. It's on low in the background while you read your textbook.

You've been babysitting his son Luca for months now. Always on time, always cheerful, always thankful when he drives you home. You're doing your masters in education. You talk about your future with the kind of hope Frankie used to at your age.

Carmen doesn't even say hello. She just rushes upstairs to their bedroom and slams the door behind her. Frankie winces at the sound and you start, dropping your book.

"Oh hi Mr Morales," you say cautiously. "I didn't realize you were home. Luca is already asleep."

Frankie gives a wan smile, striding over and grabbing your fallen textbook. He shoves it into your hand, smiling down at you.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Ready for me to take you home?"

He watches you gather up your bag and books, eyes floating away when you bend over to grab one of the books under the couch.

He walks you to the truck, waiting until you have your seatbelt on before turning over the engine.

You don't live too far but Frankie always drives you home at night. He doesn't trust the big bad world outside his doorstep, especially not with a sweet thing like you.

You chat about Luca the entire drive and Frankie is pleased to hear that his son was well behaved.

It's not until Frankie parks in front of your apartment building that you suddenly grow somber. You want to say something, that much is clear. But he sees the hesitation in you. Sees the way that you gnaw at the corner of your mouth in concern.

"What's up?"

"I'm sorry I know this probably isn't my place," you blurt. "But Is everything okay Mr. Morales? You seem off."

He's heartened in the delicate way you speak to him. Maybe that's why he lets it all spill out without thinking.

"Uh no, actually. Apparently I'm a terrible father," Frankie says with a humorless laugh.

"What? No you're not!"

He's surprised by how emphatically you say that. He glances up to see the sheen to your eyes and his heart lurches.

"I've been your babysitter for months now and I've seen how you are with your son," you tell him, coming to shuffle so close to him on the bench seat of the truck that he feels your thigh press against his.

When he turns his head he can see the size of your quickly expanding pupils.

"You're the most wonderful father I sit for," you say passionately. "You know Luca says that? He tells me every night when I tuck him into bed that he's so happy you're his Daddy."

For some reason this comment is what breaks Frankie. Knowing how his son feels about him. The kindness you're showing him. The quiet comfort just being near you brings him. He isn't thinking when he lets his forehead fall to your shoulder, eyes wet with tears.

He doesn't even take time to think of how inappropriate this is but you hold him regardless, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders. When he feels your gentle embrace he clings to you, tears spilling from his eyes as you whisper soothing words of comfort.

"You're a good Daddy," you say as he nudges his face into your shoulder. He feels your fingers glide through his hair soothingly. "So good."

At the sound of Daddy in your hushed voice at his ear Frankie feels his traitorous cock lengthen in his jeans. He jerks back slightly in shame, pulling his face from your neck and gazing at you, suddenly affronted with a very disturbing fact.

You're incredibly attractive.

He's never realized how enticing you are. Sure you're a good looking woman, but he's never noticed how your breasts fill out your sweatshirt until just now. Maybe he's forced himself not to notice.

What the fuck are you thinking?

You're just sitting there beside him in the truck with a concerned look in your face. He feels disgusting for thinking of you in that way when all you've tried to do is comfort him.

"You're the best Daddy," you say in a voice so sweet Frankie actually feels his cock twitch. His pulse ticks along with it as he watches you drag your tongue over your lower lip.

You don't even realize what you're doing.

And as if in a trance Frankie watches his own hand go to yours. You make a little sound of surprise when he takes your wrist in his grip, tugging gently. Your arm goes limp, allowing him to guide your hand between his legs. He drags your slack fingers over his hard cock overtop his jeans.

He watches your eyes widen in surprise, fingers trembling as you realize what's happening.

"S'okay," he reassures you. "Go ahead."

He urges your hand underneath his boxers, eyelids fluttering when your tentative fingers graze the head. But he is silent when you begin stroking him with gentle tugs.

Fuck that feels good. It's been months since he and Carmen have fucked. She's so mad at him so often he's often forced to find his relief in the shower most mornings, coming against the tile with a whimper.

He feels his hips jump when the tip of his head begins to bead with precome and you use it to aid in your strokes. He sees you staring at him, aroused and flushed.

He watches your delicate hand wrapped around him, fingers not even able to span the entire width of him. He sees his cocks rosy head appear and disappear with every stroke of your sweet hand.

It looks debauched.

He should stop you.

"So big," you say softly, eyes wide on Frankie's burning face as your hand works over his weeping cock.

"Ever seen one this big before?"

You shake your head, blushing prettily. Frankie smiles gently at this, head tilting forward as he watches you jerk him off.

She's my babysitter. I'm married. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Frankie pulls your hand off of him gently, his palm sliding up your spine. He feels as you quiver under his touch and his balls tighten.

"Should stop," he says breathily heavily. You don't say anything, but he thinks you look disappointed.

Unconsciously his hand goes to your face, thumb trailing over your damp lower lip. He pulls it down gently, showing him your slick bottom teeth. For some reason this makes him groan.

He feels his breath catch when your mouth moves forward to capture his thumb in your mouth. His eyes are transfixed, watching as you suck the digit into your mouth, your eyes never leaving his.

Frankie moans gently when your tongue circles his thumb inside your wet mouth, the promise of more.

"You're such a good Daddy," you murmur from around his thumb, eyes growing heavy-lidded. Frankie glances around, thankful it's dark and that the parking lot of the apartment is deserted.

He slowly removes the finger, dragging it down over your lower lip, urging your mouth to part. His wide palm moves to the back of your head, carding through your soft tresses.

"Show Daddy how good," Frankie whispers.

You allow him to slowly guide your face to his cock, your tongue darting out to lick the beads of arousal already there in the slit. Frankie gasps at the sensation, hand tightening in your hair. He feels his cock aching when you turn your eyes up on him, smirking.

Frankie groans something in Spanish, his hand pressing firmer now against the back of your head. He relishes in the fact that you don't even hesitate to take him fully into your mouth.

Frankie let's out a string of garbled noises as he begins to thrust shallowly into your scorching mouth, sure not to overwhelm you. You take it all with your hands on his thigh, moaning in pleasure.

He lifts his hand from the back of your head, watching as you bob your mouth up and down his cock without direction. You feel eager and you twist your tongue, flicking the underside of the mushroom head of his cock.

You pull off only to lick at him, long rapid stripes like he's melting ice cream. Frankie listens to the wet sounds you make as you do this, feeling his spine tingle.

"You're doing so good," Frankie manages to get out between whimpers. "Fuck, your tongue is..Mmmm... Oh fuck, yeah you like sucking Daddy's cock don't you?"

You hum around his cock in approval before he feels your hand coming to the base of his cock and stroking. Frankie gasps raggedly at that, letting out little whimpers as he gets closer to his release.

"Daddy's gonna give you his come now," Frankie grunts out, hand back to your head, but just resting there. "And you're not gonna waste a drop, right babygirl?"

You pull off of him slowly, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to the glossy head of his cock.

"No Daddy," you tell him earnestly. "Gonna swallow it all for you."

Frankie stares at you as your mouth descends once against upon his cock, slipping him deep into your throat. Frankie cannot believe this is happening. That he's actually fucking the mouth of his babysitter and about to come down her throat.

This is so wrong. I'm sick.

You must sense his hesitation because he feels your head drifting.

"Want it Daddy," you gurgle from around his cock, eyes tilted up at him from his lap. "Please?"

Everything in Frankie comes alive at this request.

"Fuck yeah babygirl. Take all of Daddy's come. Uh huh, just like that. Yeah down that tight little throat. You suck Daddy dry."

Frankie finally comes with a shudder when you begin whimpering around his cock, pulsing into your waiting mouth as he cries out your name, his hips bucking into your mouth until they stutter to a stop.

You swallow every drop just like you promised.

He watches you slowly pull yourself off his slick cock, wiping your mouth delicately with the back of your hand. Your face is flushed, mouth slick and Frankie wants nothing more than to go up to your apartment and fuck you until morning.

"Goodnight Mr. Morales," you say with a soft smile.

Frankie can only offer a dazed nod and a scratchy goodbye as you exit the truck with your purse slung over one shoulder and your textbooks gathered into your arms.

He waits until you're safely inside the lobby of the building before he turns the truck on rumbles towards home. Home to his too-small house and his upset wife.

But at least he knows he's a good Daddy.

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writers-potion · 20 days

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I’m not a very scheming person, but one of my stories need political intrigue to work. Do you have any advice for how to write that?

Writing Political Intrigue

Creating Shades of Gray

Unlike most plots where the protgonist("the good") and the antagonist("the bad") is more or less clearly defined, political intrigue is all about being in the middle.

Those who are self-serving but respect the law

Those who work for the public good but break the law

Those who try to stay clean but is absolutely no help

The key is to reveal both sides of holding but a certain value. This is perhaps best demonstrated through the controversal topics in today's context:

Social Aid for the Poor: (1) Of course redistribution of wealth and aiding the economically underprivilleged is a good thing (2) but if governmental aid actually encourages people to not work, should we continue?

Honesty: (1) it's good to be honest (2) but not is all situations

Sticky your character in between two or more parties, into making difficult choices. Make them break and bend their own code or values in the face of trying to chase their own agendas.

Different Perspective is Everything

As stated, everything has two sides. Each party will have different goals, different ideals, different norms of doing the work.

Bad blood, feuds, competition for resources, desire to win an ego battle. There's plenty of plot material.

The key here is to let both sides have good, understandable reasons. If one side is clearly "bad" with the other opposing them, it's no different from a hero-villain plot!

Gossip and Rumors

Gossip is one of the most powerful weapons in politics. In other words, it's reputation. Saving face. Ego.

Spreading half-truths to get a character to watch their back

Scandals and failed apologies

Gossip as an undercurrent tension within a scene where the character needs to prove themselves.

No Room for Weaklings

No one without a strong personal code or goal will get trampled in a tight, fast-paced political scene.

If your character is forced into politics, they'll need to toughen up quick or drop out.

A character may think they're strong, only to be proven wrong the minute he enters politics.

A character may find himself being divorced from his previous values as he tries to be more "tough"

Draw the Big Picture

In a particular scene, your characters aren't going to know everything, sometimes acting even blindly in pursuit of a goal. As an author, though, you should have a clear idea which piece of the puzzle you're writing.

figure out a sketch of your setting, and figure out the big issues, crises and ideologies that political divisions could stem from.

Know what your characters are into, past the main plot. Where do they want to be, even after this story is over?

You'll get a much richer story by brining in layers of characterization.

Keep lots of notes to keep track of the above.

Research, Research, Research!

The best place to get ideas for political intigue: history.

Grab a handful of texts on the historical wars, figures, and regime changes that most interest you, and after reading them you’ll likely end up with enough intrigue material to plot through a book series.

The setting and governmental structure: Political intrigue is shaped by the underlying social background and politicla system, so plan these in a way that suits your plot.

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References:

https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=150&t=63430

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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The Stars Amongst the Darkness

Pairing: The Darkling x Fem!Reader

Content: Star Summoner!Reader, Jealous!Reader, Established Relationship

POV: Second

They say stars are dead when we see them. That when they shine brightly amongst the velvet background of the night sky they are mere burning corpses. The only star that still lives is the sun. All others burnt out many moons ago. We see their carcasses lighting up the darkness of midnight and we use them to guide us. The dead are always the wisest for they’ve lived before us and we can learn from their mistakes.

When Alina first arrived at Little Palace you noticed how Aleksander looked at her. Like she was the sun and in many ways she was. Through her veins she could call the living star to her finger tips and light up the world. The young girl shined much brighter than you did and you envied her. Envied the way Aleksander looked at her light, the same way he once look at your light.

While training with Zoya you saw Alina watching you. Anger ran through your veins, she never did combat training so why was she here. You let your emotions get the best of you and ended up burning your sparring partner. Luckily there was a healer on standby. She didn’t blame you, Zoya would’ve acted the same way if her lover payed more attention to someone else.

Grabbing your kefta you pulled it over you. It was black with silver and gold embroidery. Tiny specks of blue throughout. Representative of your stars and your etherealki abilities. Alina tried to stop you but you shoved past her, not wanting to give the Sun Summoner any mind.

With tall strides you made your way to your chambers. The ones you stayed in long before your relationship with the General. They were untouched by time, the only difference the layer of dust over your belongings. Many books about the stars and constellations. Ideas you had been toying with months ago. The idea of summoning the saints constellations to see if you could perhaps mimic their powers. It was long forgotten when you left your chambers to move in with the General.

It was only when a knock rung out from your door were you pulled out of your notebook. Pulling away from the dreams you once had. Walking to your door you couldn’t even touch the handle before it swung open. Revealing a rather angry Aleksander.

“You said after your training with Zoya you’d be back in our bedroom”

It was a statement and every word was dripping with venom. Scoffing you walked back over to your desk, looking through the sketches you once enjoyed to do. Being with Aleksander you had become more focused on fighting. Neglecting your passions of experimenting and drawing.

“I wanted to return to my old chambers, remember who I was before your shadows consumed me”

Voice quiet to prevent it from breaking, you couldn’t stand to look at him. Fearing the way he was in this position. Aleksander had always towered over you. As you shrank into yourself he seemed even larger.

“My shadows consumed you?! How ridiculous do you have to be to believe that?”

His words were laced in disgust. How could you, his northern star, believe that about yourself? Aleksander took a step towards you and when you responded by retreating from him you could’ve sworn he looked sad.

“Ever since you found the Sun Summoner it has all been about her. I understand, she shines brighter than me and Alina is far prettier than I. She fits into your plan, she is your equal. I was just a replacement until you got the real thing…”

You were crying, tears decorating your cheeks like sapphires. Lighting up the curve of your skin as the candles danced in the corner.

“Are you so naive that you actually think that? Nothing and no one can compare to you milaya… you are my everything. My stars and my moon…”

He took you in his arms, holding you firmly and refusing to loosen his grip. No matter how much you fought against him Aleksander wouldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t lose anyone again.

“Alina is a means to an end, you are my equal. Much more than she. The girl can barely fight, she doesn’t put effort in. Since the moment you were brought here I’ve heard many words about your diligence. Alina could never match up to you, she’s nothing compared to you malyshka”

Every word he spoke you believed. The cadence of his voice made you feel loved.

“I promise you I will do better to focus on you, to spend more time with you my little one. Just come back to our room”

You smiled, not his room as it was yours too. Our room, you thought happily. Aleksander would be your endgame and you would forever be his. The Starless One and his Starry Night.

#darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #ben barnes #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #kirigan x reader

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flammingnachos · 7 months

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠(opla!zoro x fem!reader

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you were the girl that joined the straw hats crew after giving them a great plan to beat arlongs crew, you’ve captivated him, making him unable to get you off his mind even though you have only just met him, he can already feel a strong connection and desire to be with you

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈; best man zoro, slight cursing, protective zoro, perverted Sanji, disclaimer; this takes place after the straw hats defeat arlong and are on there way to the grand line AFTER telling each other about there goals

Everything happened so fast, you certainly didn’t think you would leave your village with your parents to join some straw hat crew that helped out your people from arlongs power

All you’ve wanted to do was help out the gang of pirates with arlong and be about your way and ignore a certain green haired pirate that wouldn’t keep there eyes off you the whole journey

Now your here leaning against the going merry, watching the sunset and the birds fly as your captain was on top of the head of the boat enjoying it too

Nami was in her usual place in the decks office drawing away her map, Usopp doing god knows what I’m the back, Sanji cooking and Zoro taking his usual nap by the railing

I’ve taken quite the liking to the swordsman as he speaks to me and Nami with a much more different approach rather than the captain and the cook

Nami would always tease me and say that he’s been giving me love eyes ever since the day I joined and that he’s more kinder to me than to her

That’s nonsense he knew her before me

We’ve had conversations here and there nothing too big as I always seem to catch him during the late nights when I couldn’t get any self

There was one moment in particular of where we’ve nearly went intimate but I had to remind myself he doesn’t see my that way but his new crewmate

It was another late night on the going merry, another day with me getting nightmare about leaving my parents behind so I came out to the deck to breathe some fresh air

Everyone is usually sleep during this time so I didn’t expect to see zoro standing by the railing look out

“Couldn’t get any sleep either” he mumbled out

“Nah mother nightmare” I confessed walking over to where he was as he turned to me

“About?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows

“I’ve been thinking that maybe joining this crew wasn’t the best thing I did” I said looking out into the sea

“Why do you think so” he asked

I looked over at him and then back at the ocean

“You guys don’t know if arlong is truly defeated he’s a fish man after all I’m…just scared that maybe I left them there and it still isn’t ..safe” I whispered out feeling a bit unsure in myself

“Are you kidding, you joining the crew was the best thing that we ever had-”

I looked over at him with awe, a smile making its way onto my face

he stopped himself slightly as he cleared his throat

“I-i mean your a really good strategiest, we needed one with all the shitty plans we’ve made in the past that couldn’t really help us” He said in a more monotone voice

Just when I thought he was expressing himself

I nodded my head sucking in a breath of air as I looked back over on to the ocean

“Your right, you guys needed a good strategist for the team and picked the person with the most fucked up life” I mumbled out

His eyes went wide to realization seeing how his words affected me

“Wait no that’s not what I-” He tried to explain

I shaked my head turning my heel to leave zoro alone since he really wasn’t helping much

Before I could fully walk away he grabbed my wrist making me freeze unable to move

“Listen.. I don’t really do these pep talks with the rest of the crew when they don’t feel value in themselves..” He then said

I turned my head looking deeply at him in the eyes

“I can see” I giggled in which he only smiled

“Luffy doesn’t pick anyone to join his crew, he picks the one’s he knows that are the best of the best no matter the background..”

“I don’t usually agree with everything he does but you joining the team was something he didn’t even have to repeat for me to be aboard with it” he finished off looking at me in the eyes and then my..lips

“Oh” I rasped out as our faces started to inch closer to one another

Our breath fanning on top one another’s face’s..

We were almost close to kissing just one more step forward and our lips would have collapsed onto each other

he shaked his head mumbling something to himself while backing away slightly

I looked at him confused

“I’m sorry..Goodnight” He then said backing away and then hurrying back down in the where everyone’s room where at leaving me there dumbfounded

And ever since that day I couldn’t help to notice zoro always avoiding me, whenever he came in the kitchen and saw Sanji flirting with me per usual he would hurry out

At nighttime when he thought I wouldn’t notice or feel a presence behind me I did and when I did turn around no one was there

That day has been stuck on my mind

“a beautiful drink for a beautiful lady” singed out Sanji as he gave me another drink he made for me and Nami

“Thank you” I smiled out in which he blushed giving the heart eyes as usual

“Anything for a beautiful woman like yourself” he expressed out

“Hey! Where’s my drink” Luffy yelled out from on top of the going merry

Sanji rolled his eyes walking away

“You’ll have to wait” He yelled back waking back into the kitchen

I only laughed while taking a sip

But from the corner of my eyes I saw Zoro get up out his sleeping spot mumbling out something as he made his made to where our rooms where at

I just shrugged it off as something else

Maybe I should talk to him after all this has been going on far too long now..some point we gotta own up to what we did

…

I tossed and turned in my bed, before finally opening my eyes and looking up at the ceilings

Another night of me getting no sleep

I sighed getting up to do what I normally do, making my way out to the deck but to my surprise zoro was there first completely unaware of my presence or so I thought

“still having nightmares” he asked out looking into the sea while leaning pressed infront of the railings of the going merry

“No..just not tired” I responded back slowly inching closer to him

“Oh..well I’ll just leave you to it” he said taking a huff of air turning around to walk away before I stopped him

“You’ve been avoiding me..”

“Why?” I asked

he stayed quiet

“If it’s about what happened with us then at some point we gotta own up to it and-” before I could even finish zoro had grabbed my face pressing our lips together as we shared a passionate kiss

Our lips roughly moved against each other as I our tongues fought for dominance over reach other’s his obviously winning

I pulled away quickly as I was starting to get out of breath

I took heavy breaths looking at him frantically

“What-” I tried asking out but he cut my off again

“The reason I’ve been avoiding you is because of my feelings towards you..I know we’ve only meet a couple of weeks now and you we haven’t fully introduced ourselves but being with you just makes me feel like…” he took a deep breath

“Like we’ve knew each other life times ago, I don’t know what keeps pulling me closer and closer to you to the point where you’ve been the only thing on my mind day and night day and night but I..”

“Guess I only avoided my feelings because I wasn’t sure if you’ve actually felt the same way, especially since the way how that dumb cook would have flirt with you” He grumbled out taking another deep breath looking down onto the floor

I was amazed

I think I felt tears start to come out my eyes

I was completely speechless I didn’t know what to say to him in this moment

He must have noticed my quietness and looked up

I pulled him into another kiss this time with more love and passion pulling away after some moments

“Yes..I-i like you too zoro” I whispered out looking at him deeply in the eyes

He smiled

That beautiful smile

“Then let’s go back to bed shall we” he asked with that beautiful smile of his

I smiled back and he gave me a peck on the lips

“Yeah..”

#one piece #op sanji #opla #opla zoro #zoro x oc #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #nami #one piece usopp #luffy #ronoroa zoro

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ibrithir-was-here · 1 year

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Sandman Enchanted AU

So i watched Disenchanted today and it was wonderful, and made me super nostalgic for Enchanted, and since my brain has been on Sandman for two months of course it went "do a Sandman Enchanted AU"

Now, would it have made so much more sense to make it a Hope Godling AU, where Hob is the happy singing Endless who gets thrown into the real world to meet Grumpy Human Dream? Yes, of course it would--

But consider the absolute crazy hilarity of an AU where, after Dream's ruby is broken and his power releasesed something goes wrong, and he gets split into two--his dark melonchaly spooky Nightmare Half---and his whimsical, hopeful and actually happy Daydream Half

And the Daydream half gets shot across reality to the New Inn, and Hob Gadling is now stuck playing confused and rather concerned host to a singing dancing Daydream, who's free of his melancholy for the first time in years and is warping reality to make it into a Disney musical eachtime he laughs, which is often.

Hob is absolutely at a loss as to what to do, especially since his Stranger is acting incredibly stranger then usual--and he's smiling at Hob, constantly. Its a good thing Hob's immortal or he's sure he would have died from that smile alone 100 times by now. And as much as he loves seeing his Stranger so happy and affectionate he's trying hard not to take advantage of that by letting his own deep feelings loose as it's clear something is off--

A fact confirmed by Joanna Constantine (who Hob also knows, we'll put her in to fill in Nancy/Morgan's role basically as Hob doesn't have a fiance or a kid) who makes it clear that yeah this isn't how Dream usually is and something must have gone wrong with him trying to get his tools back.

So Hob's trying really hard to be a gentleman and not get too swept off his feet by Daydream--who really isn't making it easy cuz he's so sweet and open and incrediblely affectionate.

The "That's How You Know" moment--which is Daydream trying to get Hob to open up about who it is he has a crush on because how can this person know Hob likes them if he never says-- is horrendously difficult for Hob to hold back just blurting it out, especially with the reality warping 'Open your heart and sing' stuff going on. And he's trying the whole time not to join in the singing.

Meanwhile the Corinthian--who has a combined Nathaniel/Narissa role--has learned about Dream's current condition and determiend that Daydream will be much easier to off--keeps trying to stab the pair and keeps getting trampled by background dancers and such XD

So Hob and Daydream keep getting closer and closer while Joanna tries to find out whats going on, and Daydream is just having a wonderful time, as is Hob, despite his misgivings.

Nightmare meanwhile, is barely holding onto human shape and is very put out about this latest inconvenience--especially since it turns out that Daydream holds the majority of his power to talk to animals, so everything Matthew says to him comes out as more "Caw" then words.

Nightmare finds Daydream eventually and tells him they have to join back together for the good of the Dreaming and the Waking--things are getting more and more unsettled each time a musical number happens-- but Daydream begs to have one real date with Hob before they do, a date where he can just be happy and not mired down by all the self loathing and fear and such that Normal Dream has. Nightmare reluctantly agrees because they wont be able to join back together unless they both agree, so they all end up going to a dance or something thats happening

Daydream has a wonderful time, and so does Hob, who of course has fallen absolutely in love with this side of his Stranger, and will be sorry to see Daydream go.

But Hob makes sure to draw Nightmare intona dance a well "this is your date too really you get a dance too" and during that time tries to tell Nightmare that he loves /all/ parts of him, not just the happy one. Nightmare of course is less then convinced, and of course goes into 1889 mood all over again, saying that he neither wants nor needs Hob's love (liar)

Which is just when the Corinthian has finally managed to snag hold of Daydream, and seeing the current situation, tells them "Look at how upset Nightmare is, he's embarrassed by all this lovey dovey stuff. Always has been always will be. If you go back together Dream will be so humiliated by all the gushy stuff you've done that he'll never go and see Hob Gadling again...unless you dont join back together..."

So when Nightmare comes storming up demanding that they leave and rejoin now Daydream refuses--but reality starts to break down again as the separation deepens by this refusal, things warping and twisting between fantastical daydreams and horrific nightmares as the clock starts to chime down. And finally Daydream starts to break down themself as Nightmare tells them to look around at what's happening, this is why they can't let go, why they have to do their duty, not give into their own daydreams--and Daydream knows that Nightmare is right--and their heart breaks.

And Daydream starts to fade away, something that delights the Corinthian who's managed to stay hidden as he knows the loss will ultimately undue Dream forever.

But just as Daydream can feel sorrow, Nightmare can feel remorse. And he knows that there's only one way for Daydream-- the side of the Prince of Stories that is the embodiment of happy endings and the power of a true love's kiss--to be saved, so he asks Hob to give Daydream the one daydream dearest to him...

After the kiss Daydream and Hob have a tearful goodbye, thanking eachother for all that they've gotten to experience these last few days. Then Daydream finally agrees to reunite with Nightmare. The two come together, the world comes back into balance, and Dream comes back awkwardly into form.

Dream gives an awkward thanks and farewellnto Hob, telling him he needs to go after the Corinthian, and disappears, leaving Hob alone on the dance floor, with a bittersweet smile on his face.

But of course this has a happy ending, and after Dream deals with all that stuff and gets a talking to by Death and has time to process all the memories hw made with Hob as Daydream...he finally gets up the courage to head to the New Inn again, maybe while it’s raining so we can get the rain kiss scene…

And things work out Happily Ever After…

Edit: Now with fic!

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Season 3

On my rewatch though not finished yet. I had to take a break. Thoughts so far:

In the opening scene the queen doesn't even LOOK at Wilhelm as she comes in. Not a glance! Although she certainly watches Simon when he comes back after the little recess.

Boys! Why didn't you pre-warn your respective mothers about the drugs, at least? Sitting in front of August and his stepdad at a mediation is the second worst possible way for them to have found that out, and surely you would know he would bring that up because that's the only leverage he has apart from being the spare.

LOVE Wilmon boyfriends era. I love the soft little smiles and touches, the heart emojis, the way they say "puss" when they say goodbye. The fact that when they see each other for the first time they kiss in front of everyone and all the Hillerska background noise and chatter completely fades to nothing, because there's nothing else but them in the world.

Happy Wille is so adorable, decorating his bedroom with the poem and the polaroid of Simon... and then sitting down and being restless. Everything has changed and nothing has changed at the same time.

The way it cuts from the fight scene to Wilhelm and August sitting silently in Boris' office is LOL forever.

They are actually talking about the racism and classism. And again, it has to be the elites who find out it exists and what form it takes, to see that change should happen. August, who scoffed at Wille's "socialist safari" in season 1, is now angry when Vincent talks about them "sitting on the bus to the slums". Felice is not just aware of the microaggressions but actively pointing them out to the other girls. So glad that she points out the hair thing - and Stella's utterly tone-deaf reaction.

(There's at least one scene back in s2 where the housemother tells her to put her hair up and then Stella or Fredrika, I forget which, also puts hers up. Is there one in s1?)

And Felice's reaction when she hears about her father's experience at Hillerska. He started out as himself and ended up a complete cookie-cutter perfect upper-class Swede, and he thinks that's OK. And that it's important for her to do it too.

The Wilhelm/Kristina and Sara/Micke parallels they are drawing this season are really interesting. They represent potential futures for their children. Micke is Sara if she retreats from the world and from trying to form and maintain true relationships. Kristina is Wille if he retreats from himself and continues to put up a facade.

Micke has some pieces of childrens' art on his walls and a photo of a little girl... Sara as a child? Sara and Simon's artworks from their childhood? If so, that's really powerful and sad.

Wille's frog prince has the YR stylised crown:

Loved the kids all partying together. Kids are kids, whether rich or not. But oh, Fredrika, you are such a naive little nuffnuff.

Wille's SSSHHHH! to Simon in the tent is so like Kristina.

I am not surprised by the Erik thing at all. But I am curious about how that particular initiation went down, and how the homophobic taunting was stopped. Nils says, "I didn't dare to speak up". August says, "Hey, at least we put a stop to it. We kept our promise. We didn't do the same thing to our first years." Did one or both of them react? Who was it who promised to stop it, and to whom?

I have not forgotten that in s2e3, when Wille asks Boris whether Erik used to come to him, Boris says, "It can be useful to see someone like me, so that you don't feel you have to risk hurting somebody." We see that panic attacks run in the family; do violent outbursts, too?

I have so many thoughts about the royal family this season but that's going to take a longer post. "Not in my family", eh, Wille?

#young royals #young royals analysis #young royals season 3 #young royals spoilers #young royals season 3 spoilers #yr s3 spoilers

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Rabbit of the Night He'll suck the orange out of your carrots (Sketches n' processes under the break! It's a REAAAAAL long one)

I've been meaning to draw a piece that actually includes a background instead of a character standing in the void. The issue that arises is that... I just didn't have any good ideas for backgrounds, lol. Partially the issue is that I tend to design the character first, which makes it challenging to draw stuff around them. Since around the time that I made this piece was October and the big holiday was Halloween, I figured I could do something within the theme. I've been meaning to draw my character, Nosferatu, again since they have always been one of my lowkey favorites of mine.

An older piece of the character, which you can see with the others here The character was quite macabre, which made it perfect for doing something slightly spooky. The cape also gave me a great idea for making something more visually striking, as well.

My first attempt. As you can see, I tried to do a thumbnail this time so I can have a better understanding of the amount of space I have to work with. I highly recommend that you do something similar if you struggle with doing backgrounds. Though, I think I ought to make it a bit more square, lol. I had to tweak some things to fit within the standard square shape since I drew everything at a wonky angle. I was inspired by Soul Eater and Majora's Mask when it comes to the background design, especially with the moon having a prominent appearance. I knew that was a consistent thing I wanted to keep throughout the iterations. The flowing cape was heavily inspired by Spawn and the artwork of Lelouch from Code Geass

I always found it to be such a striking iconography for the characters. Despite being an inanimate piece of clothing, it adds a lot to the design. Spawn was always an intimidating dude, but having that cape overwhelms the viewer and takes up so much screen space every time he wears it helps give him more of an otherworldliness. You may not truly understand who or what is he, but you may get the vibe that he's someone with great power and importance. It's befitting of someone who is viewed as the best spawn of the devil. I find it also interesting for a character like Lelouch. Now, I never watched the show he came from, only understood the basic premise from various sources throughout my life. Pardon if my read on the character is incorrect, but to me, he's quite the scrawny guy and perhaps lacks power of his own. Despite this, he runs a rebellion and goes under the alias of "Zero". He dresses up as Zero, including the cape. With it on, his form became much more imposing yet concealed. It gives him a sense of royalty, which you might attribute to the likes of Kings or Queens. Someone with power. Sorry for that brief character analysis tangent, lol. It's just something that I thought about when creating the character of Nosferatu. I find it interesting that something so simple as a cape can help give a feeling of power. It's something that I feel everyone subconsciously think of and not realize. Back on topic, the rest of the composition I wasn't super satisfied with. I sorta lean into the "Dracula" look the character had by having the castle in the background, but I think it came off as very flat. I also thought it made things visually unclear. A bunch of things off in their own corner instead of organic guiding the viewer's eyes. I scrapped the first idea and tried to go in another direction.

I had the idea of being underneath an overpass and having buildings being lit by the moon. I don't think it was too bad of an idea, but I had trouble refining it and making it more "full", if that makes sense? This had a weird sense of emptiness and dragged the composition down for me. Perhaps if I drew the character differently and played more with the perspective, it would've been better. I went back to my original idea and checked if I could improve some things on a base level.

Originally, I had the cape go off-screen but checking my original inspiration, like various art pieces of Spawn, I noticed that the cape "ends" tend to curve back into the frame. I decided to do something similar which I think helped give the piece a sense of "flow" to it. I found that it also gives a composition more layers of depth and fills in any "empty" spaces that I had worried about before. I tilted Nosf's head a bit so they weren't just standing there stiffly as well. Sometimes it's the little things that help improve the piece than having to redo it all over again.

Finally, I just decided to make the background more on the simple side. I think I had the issue of really wanting to prove myself that I could do backgrounds that I made it way more complicated than it needed to be. It gave me the chance to make the moon much bigger, which I always meant to be a striking aspect of the piece. When drawing, I decided to forgo the "ground" that the cliffs are on since I felt it cluttered up the piece with too many colors. Now, I just got to finish it!

I should be done, right? Well, not exactly. While I think it looks nice (I'm personally proud of my use of noise filters), it just still lacks the depth that I'm looking for. Something about it is too bright and clear. I went back and experimented some more until I found a solution that made me feel stupid not realizing it before, lol. So initially, I tried to use this photo editing program called "Picsart". I used to use it a lot when I was doing digital art since I like the added filters. I eventually stopped because it would ruin the image quality. I thought they fixed that issue, but it's still the same.

It's a bit subtle in this picture, but I like to use the "vintage" filter since I like the added shadows on the sides of the images. The problem is that the quality got ruined and I'm very stubborn about keeping it in the nicest resolution possible. I decided to see if I could replicate it in my own art program. What I discovered is that I can and the solution was very simple, lol. First I drew a square with a solid color on a new layer-

Then I used the "Gaussian Blur" Filter-

I turned down the opacity, set the blending to "burn" and overlaid it on the artwork, which gave the depth I was looking for!

I gave the head some slight shading too since the filter unintentionally gave it to their ears. Good call since I think that helped with the Halloween atmosphere I was intending.

#oc #artwork #character design #my art #original work #luchador #halloween #rabbit #furry #nosferatu #I meant to post this 3 hours ago but the write up became super long lol #also i should've posted this on halloween WHOOPS

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thoughts on Orwell's 1984 because it took me 2.5 months but i actually got all the way through it!

oh my gosh this book is going to live in my head for an eternity

Orwell is a fantastic writer, and I really enjoyed his style. It's all very intense, and the vibe is a constant intensity. There are very few moments without a sense of being watched, without a feeling that doom lurks just on the horizon, and when, in the rare moments where that feeling of paranoia fades and peace begins to set in, he subverts it, and that's the moment something leaps out of the shadows. It's masterfully crafted and really well done.

This book is extremely obviously about socialism, and the dangers of moral relativism and historical revisionism. Sure, you can throw in other messages too, about like cult worship, secret societies, whatever. But Orwell put this world together as a criticism of the ideas of socialism and socialist ideology. He's clearly an anti-socialist, which makes complete sense, based on his background, life, and his other works, what we know about him, and even this story.

1984 follows this guy, who literally is just some guy, as he figures out he has a brain and he doesn't want to scream in hatred when he's told to.

Okay, speaking of, the amount of parallels that can be drawn from this book to society is disturbing. Like even if we go off of the idea of the "Two Minutes Hate", which is the daily time in which everyone is organized to basically yell at the person society has chosen to hate, that day, one can easily draw parallels between that and say all of social media electing to hate on this person today, that person tomorrow, ruin their life, and then move on. It's disturbing.

Also, a lot of Orwell's thesis statement in this book is on the idea of language and how it's connected to thought. He has this idea that one can only truly think a thought if one has the words to describe that thought, and if one cannot name the feelings, one cannot really be having the feelings. It's a horrifying concept, but one that basically every person needs to keep in mind. The vocabulary you possess controls how and what you think. What you cannot name, you cannot know, you cannot see, you cannot truly understand.

So like, one thing this book really tries to tell you is to pay attention to the words you use. Why do you use them? How do you use them? Where did you learn them? What are their origins? Etc etc, because, really, whoever controls the language controls the minds of the people who uses it.

I thought the romance was horribly unromantic, and it really drove the point home about the mental state of both Winston(just some guy) and Julia. Their being in a relationship is in and of itself an act of rebellion against those who want to abolish everything.

The whole point of this book really really comes back to, over and over, this idea of power. Who has it, who should have it, how it works, why people want it, blah blah blah. It's done spectacularly. You reach the last page and you sit there like "Dang. What did I just read."

Big Brother, also, is a super interesting concept that's used in the book, and I must say the idea that eyes are always watching you and might be listening to you reminds me of all those "Hello FBI guy who lives in my laptop computer and watches my search histories" memes. But in a trippier way. Anyways. Just a thought.

The total lack of privacy is so prominent in the book. Every private moment sticks out like a breath of fresh air.

If you're going to read this book, like, one thing to remember is that a) nothing is what it seems, and also b) the Party REALLY KNOWS WHAT IT'S DOING. Never think that they just say things. Never think that they don't know what's going on. Never think for even one moment that they don't know what they're doing. Because if you think that, you're making the same mistake as the main character.

The last chunk of the book is really hard to read, honestly, from a reading perspective, just because it's so psychologically intense. It's this sort of conversion process, trying to turn our beloved Winston(just some guy) into the perfect party member before they kill him. The whole torture, interrogation, conversion process is deeply grimy. It feels like walking down a tunnel but knowing there isn't light at the end. But you hang onto your hope. It's all you've got at this point.

You know that there's no way to make it out of this situation. But you keep reading in hope.

Also, the main bad guy starts monologuing. Reveals his whole evil plan. Which makes you grossed out in your own mind and makes you want to throw the book out the airplane window. It's masterfully written, and Winston is so interesting to watch, because he's the perfect person to empathize with. You wonder how long you could hold up. You wonder how long it would take you to crumble. And really, inside, you know you're crumbling with Winston. You go through the horrors of his imprisonment, and you reach the end of the book.

You can tell it's the end. If you're paying attention, you'll catch how they ruin him all the way. You'll see the moment that lets you know he's done. He's exactly where they want him.

He's renounced his beliefs, fallen in line perfectly. He's done exactly what they want. And now, now they could do exactly what they want with him.

He doesn't die. I'm going to tell you that much.

But the end of the book makes you wonder how much you are Winston. How much of your life is spent doing what every party member does. How long you've got before the interrogation starts. How long before they treat you like a heretic who needs to renounce their heresy, spit upon it, curse it, all the way while they walk to their stake.

The end of the book is sad. It is hopeless. But it is very, very real. The realest thing in this book is its ending.

The last line clenches your stomach like nothing else in the entire novel.

#1984 #that was a REALLY fun read #a dark and depressing and sad read #but oh stars was it a fun trip #1984 orwell #1984 george orwell #george orwell #orwell 1984 #1984 book #river reads books

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I've finally finished it! It turned out to be a terrible longread, but I hope it was worth it. Sorry for possible mistakes: English is not my native language. And don't forget that everything below is just my personal opinion and nothing more.

The status: "it's complicated", or a word in defense of Sylvie

So, the season 2 of the Marvel Studios sensational and popular series "Loki" has died down. It’s powerful finale probably didn’t leave anyone indifferent, even those people who aren’t an ardent Marvel fan. That's just, alas, not all viewers were satisfied with it, and it frankly disappointed representatives of a separate category of fans.

Yes, now I'm talking about sylki shipers who expected a beautiful happy ending in old Disney classic style with a kiss / wedding / going to the sunset, holding hands (underline needed) in the season finale but in the end got something completely different. Even, I might say, the something exact opposite.

And now we have as a result a disappointed "howl in the swamps" from the aforementioned shipers in almost all major social networks. Not from all of them surely (I personally know quite a few of them who were quite satisfied after the season finale although they remained some emotionally traumatized as well). However, the "howl" is nevertheless massive enough to draw my attention to it and to make me interested in it as a social phenomenon.

So I naturally wonder: what’s the reason for such diametrically opposite reactions of the same category of viewers? After all, in theory, both satisfied and dissatisfied viewers watched the same series with the same events, characters, actions and dialogues.

The answer, if you just think about it, is pretty obvious: it's about perception. Actually it’s about the emotional, mental and cultural "baggage" with which each of us, the audience, approaches the viewing. And also it’s certainly about the life experience that is absolutely unique for every person, completely different from one another and therefore often going against what the creators are trying to show us on the screen.

A simple familiar example: a person whose relationship with his/her "other half" has always been quite neat and smooth, without any significant difficulties and shocks will never understand a couple that literally has difficulties all the time, that comes together and breaks up for hundred times, that has two people who being ardently and sincerely in love stil can’t agree or even just understand each other. That classical proverbial "Full will never understand the hungry".

Returning to our sheep (very secretive, stubborn and impossibly similar sheep, I must say), the relationship between Loki and Sylvie in the series is a psychologically complicated as hell and unimaginably confusing thing which is directly influenced by both their early life psychotrauma and the impending Multiverse catastrophe.

Unfortunately not all the viewers are able or want to dig a little deeper than what lies on the surface and perceive the events of the series (in general) and season 2 (in particular) the way its creators intended.

Most of all claims are made by both "ordinary" fans and sylki-shipers against Sylvie and how she is shown in season 2. The most common of them are:

* she dared to live a calm and quiet life in the devil-knows-where-place instead of realizing her guilt and rushing headlong to search for Loki;

* she met Loki coldly and behaved the whole season like absolutely nothing had happened between them in the previous one;

* she doesn't seem to regret or suffer at all;

* she doesn’t look broken, lost or unhappy (and then they often put Mobius as an antipode example).

Maybe it's not the whole list of claims, but, again, I've shown here only the most common ones.

And do you know what's the saddest and yet the funniest thing? If we look at the purely series "picture", without any trying to look deeper, read the context, understand the psychological background of the words and actions of the characters, then all the above-mentioned claims even seem quite justified.

But let's not pick the easy way. Let's try to understand Sylvie's nature and motives to figure out what's really happening between Loki and Sylvie in season 2 and why the creators and actors of the series are so strongly bending the line of Loki and Sylvie’s "deep emotions for each other".

Let's go!

"Difficult childhood, paper toys"

I'm certainly sneering now a little, but let's take a moment away from Loki's heroic sacrifice in the season finale and the universal crying for him and go back to the past, to the distant past of Sylvie and Loki, to their very childhood.

What do we know about Loki? Firstly, his childhood was quite happy and relatively calm (the constant "background" envy of his brother and from-time-to-time-confrontation with him don't count though we all remember his turning into a snake and back and stabbing Thor with a dagger, isn't it?) He had a father, a mother, a brother... a family. In general, he had a normal childhood.

And what had Sylvie at the same time? N-o-t-h-i-n-g! Her world was cut. Her loved ones died when she was just a child about 11-23 years old by Midgard standards.

And now imagine that strange people in military uniforms come to a kind and sweet girl who dreams of becoming a hero (which is perfectly shown in the series from her games), roughly drag her out of her usual life to no one knows where and finaly destroy her entire world. Can you imagine how stressful it is even for an adult, not to mention a child?

And what about her future life? It's a natural hell! A nightmare lasting ror centuries, where you have no rest at any point in time / space, where you are constantly being chased, where you are forced to jump through the apocalypses just to hide and survive. And by the way you can easily die not even from hunters hands but banally from the consequences of on those apocalypses...

Has all of this left a giant imprint on Sylvie's personality? Absolutely yes! Something like that would have put that imprint on any of us.

In general, Sylvie should have a monument erected for the very fact that living in this nightmare she managed not to go insane and even (more or less) saved her humanity.

But during those dreadful centuries she had completely forgotten how to trust somebody… or she had even consciously cultivated her distrust to everyone in the world. And given her constant running and life in the apocalypses where people often show their worst qualities in the face of death, this distrust is more than justified.

So let's keep in mind her first psychological feature – Sylvie has had great trust problems for many centuries.

About emotional maturity and some parallels

And then Loki bursts into her "gray days", almost literally turning everything upside down.

Sylvie experiences a real affection, maybe for the first time in her bitter life. For the first time and more than ever she is acutely aware of her loneliness and she wonders: is it really necessary to be alone? Perhaps one person, a special one, can be trusted?

She lived in the apocalypses. She has never had and couldn’t have had a long-term relationships. Therefore she simply doesn’t know how to build them or, moreover, adequately maintain them.

In this regard, Loki is much more emotionally mature than her. Not even at times, but dozens of times. She is insanely afraid of relationships, trust, because trust is also about opening up to a person. And "opening up" for her is equivalent to "becoming vulnerable" that she had never been able to afford herself since her childhood.

And here I personally see a clear parallel with Sherlock and Molly from my favorite BBC show (which, by the way, also made a big noise 5 years ago). Sylvie is Sherlock: emotionally traumatized in childhood, denying feelings, considering them to be "weakness" and in many ways emotionally immature person. And Loki is Molly, who entirely understands and accepts her feelings, who doesn't run away from them and can live with them.

So let's also keep in mind her second psychological feature – due to her troubled past Sylvie isn’t yet emotionally mature enough. She still has to go this way and hopefully we’ll even see it in the future.

"Just turn around now. You're not welcome anymore"

After all at some moment Sylvie decided to trust Loki. But then (almost right after that) there comes their great confrontation in the Citadel. Loki's opinion is so diametrically opposed to her own that it amounts to the very certain betrayal in her emotionally immature perception.

Really! While half of the fandom is damning her for "betraying Loki," it seems like only a few people think about the fact that he betrayed her as well.

The whole tragedy of the situation is that both of them are right, and they are equally right, but each of them is right in their own way. Both Loki's words "But what's good in free will if everyone's dead?" and Sylvie's words "You'll just replace one nightmare with another" are the pure truth.

And since both of them are right, then there're two ways to assess the consequences of their duel from the outside: none of them betrayed each other or they both betrayed each other.

However, judging by their further behavior they both prefer considering the situation as a betrayal, and each of them judges who really betrayed the other speaking from their own tower. Anyway being more emotionally mature, Loki has understood and forgiven Sylvie almost immediately. But Sylvie hasn’t. And analyzing the things shown in 2x2, all these months she weren't even trying to understand his motives and forget her offense, but she also were rubbing salt in her wounds in every possible way.

By the way Kevin Wright (EP of the series) also confirms this:

"Everything that happens in the season, I think, is still a ripple effect from Sylvie feeling deeply wounded and saing like "why aren’t we seeing this the same way?"

So there's a clear Sylvie's resentment at Loki's behavior in the Citadel and disappointment at the total discrepancy between their viewpoints.

As for the feelings for him... that feelings haven't got away. They became just even more acute and painful 'cause of her resentment (and btw that's also perfectly shown in the series). And that’s why he’s really not welcome to her in 2x2.

"I've been chasing you for three days just to tell you how much I don't care!"*

There's quite a funny thing that begins right from the moment of our complicated couple reunion.

Almost right after meeting Loki Sylvie, who lived a quiet life, worked at the MD and didn't even think about hunting numerous Kang's variants, begins to literally follow him on the heels, appearing from time to time right where he appears.

What's the reason? Imao, it's quite obvious. More precisely, there are two of.

The reason 1: she has to make sure that her beloved idiot is OK.

Despite the fact that during the months of her "quiet life" Sylvie had been trying to convince herself in every possible way that this relationship was over, that after the Citadel a "rollback" to their former connection was no longer possible, she still didn't forget Loki. And the fact that his new reappearance in her life only opened up old wounds and destroyed all the walls she had so carefully erected, is very clearly read in her behavior at this meeting.

As a smart girl (for a stupid one just wouldn't survive in her conditions), she immediately realizes that, holly shit, she's still loving him so hard! – this, again, is perfectly shown on her face at the moment of their first meeting, when she hadn't yet had time to gather herself, to fence off resentment and to put on a "sharp mask". But, as a girl who's not only smart, but also too proud and mortally offended, she wants his apology for what happened in the Citadel. That resentment is read in all her behaviour, almost in every phrase when communicating with Loki in 2x2.

Well, what happens next only outlines that desire more clearly.

First, she goes after Loki and Mobius to fight those hunters going to cut timelines. Then she follows them through the time-door to TVA (although she could just return to her time-branch and get it all out of her mind).

Yes, according to Sophia Di Martino, at first she does all of that only to "make sure that her new friends and new home weren’t damaged and didn’t disappear". But the motives for her further constant being next to Loki can be tied to this explanation with a very big stretch.

Even at the first time, she leaves only after she's finally convinced of Loki's desire to protect the "totally rotten TVA", after her new surge of anger and splashing it out on Loki (who at that moment isn't up to her resentments at all).

Is she being somewhat selfish? Surely. But, as a deeply offended and emotionally immature person, she simply can't do otherwise. She doesn' know how. This is by no means an excuse! This is a statement of fact.

So Sylvie leaves practically "slamming" the time-door. And really why would she come back if her timeline with her new home and friends are safe and sound? She could just live her quiet life and be happy. But paradoxically she does exactly the opposite! She comes back anyway, over and over again (!), first using the hunt for the Kang variant as a kind of reason, and then – just like that, without any clear reasons at all. The reason offered by Loki firstly doesn't hold any water (well, OK, she couldn't kill Timely – so what?) and secondly isn't confirmed by Sylvie herself loud and clear (she just admits that yes, she couldn't kill Timely, and explains why she couldn't do that but not why she came back).

No, the reason is clearly not in Victor Timely but in the underlying caring for Loki, which is confirmed by Sophia's words btw:

"She doesn’t care about the TVA. I think she does care about Mobius and about Loki".

Now reason 2: a direct consequence of her continued resentment.

Sylvie literally craves Loki's apology for the Citadel events. In 3x3, she flung her demands almost right at his face.

And that’s where the main problem of this couple lies (a very typical problem for a relationship in general btw): she's waiting for an apology, while he's completely misunderstanding: a) the importance of it to her and b) for what, in fact, he has to apologize if they are both right?

But it's really vital for Sylvie to get his apology in order to close this protracted gestalt, to forgive Loki and to forget her offense. And he completely ignores this moment over and over again… which is also very typical for a man involved in an important case btw.

Maybe if Loki had instantly understood what she needed they could be able to avoid a lot of mistakes and we, the fans, would get a completely different, much warmer and more romantic story. But... Now we have what we have. Moreover, this storyline is more than psychologically true.

And there can be the one clear conclusion from all said above: Sylvie feels anything but indifference towards Loki.

PTSD as it is

And here’s another point directly related to Sylvie's childhood. I’ve already spoke about it a little above, but now let’s look at it in more detail.

Have you noticed how painfully Sylvie still reacts to the death of timelines – especially when it’s caused by TVA?

It would seem that she and Loki are in the same conditions in the season 2: both have their homeworld cut, both, in fact, have nowhere to return. But unlike Sylvie, Loki accepted it, got over it and now is ready to move on without destructive anger.

Does he care about the demise of timelines? Surelly! Do gloomy thoughts and emotions prevent him from thinking clear? NO!

Why? Because, unlike Sylvie, he got over his trauma, he worked it out, but she was completely stuck in her PTSD, which her massive crisis of trust made only stronger.

Sylvie from the beginning of season 2 is Loki from the first "Thor": a deeply emotionally traumatized person who needs a lot more rethinking before he can work through this trauma.

She still fears and hates TVA and doesn’t trust any of its people. And when Loki suggests her to protect TVA, she naturally takes it almost as a personal insult.

And this is absolutely real, authentic and normal!

Just walk for a minute in her shoes. Imagine how you would react if you were asked to defend what you fear and hate? So, well?.. That’s better!

Time DOES matter

Also, let’s not forget about one more important detail. Since Loki and Sylvie were separated after the Citadel events, there has been a great time de-synchronization between them. I think only a few days (if not hours) passed for Loki between the events of 1x6 and 2x2. And Sylvie lived in her chosen timeline for 8 (!!!) months.

During that time she managed to organize a simple as 5 cents, but still a quiet life. A life without the eternal chasing. A life without destruction and death around. A life where she could have a very limited maybe though still a constant circle of communication.

Did she miss Loki after the Citadel events? Of course! Why? Just watch carefully the final 2x2 scene and most importantly – listen to the song playing in the background (Janis Joplin – Kozmic Blues). And all the doubts will disappear immediately.

And one another thing. Judging by the fact that she’s a frequent customer of the record store who chooses (by herself or with the help of a seller) music records of a certain genre and style, her longing for Loki didn’t appear right after a new meeting with him but long before that. Probably right after the Citadel.

Yes, she was offended, angry, convinced herself that she didn't want to see him anymore, but... she missed him anyway. And the time passed, gradually creating a habit.

In those 8 months Sylvie managed to get attached to her calm and simple life and began to appreciate it. And when Loki reappears on the horizon again, one of the many reasons for her unwarm welcome is just the desire to protect her cozy little world, not to let her quiet, peaceful life be taken away.

If Loki had coming a little earlier, before her habit forming, perhaps their meeting would be very different.

"I wanna be your number one"

And now we’re coming to almost the most important thing about their relationships in season 2 – to the thing that I personally suspected from the very beginning of their meeting after the Citadel events, but that was actually confirmed only in 2x5.

It turns out that all these long 8 months of her quiet life Sylvie had been sincerely believing that she was only on the second place on Loki's personal priorities list(!) and on the first place he had the TVA. And this is another reason why she gets angry, snaps, draws an invisible line between them by her whole appearance and behavior right from the very beginning of their reunion in 2x2.

She wants only two things from Loki – an apology for the Citadel fight and a confession that he came here for her. Just for her alone. But in the end, she gets something completely different – we might even say the diametrically opposite. And this only stings her pride more, only inflames her resentment more, generates even greater distrust... that causes many subsequent events in the future.

What's interesting is that Loki tells her the truth every time. (Quite a paradox for the God of Mischief, isn't it?) But at this very moment of her life, Sylvie doesn't need this kind of truth. She needs something completely different, which she doesn't get over and over again. And finally being tired of waiting she even hints about it quite openly in 2x3 and 2x4.

That's why their evening meeting at McDonald's in 2x5 is so significant. And btw that meeting is – a drum roll! – an alternative version of their reunion after the Citadel events, according to Sophia.

First and important: unlike the 2x2 reunion, this one is much more peaceful. Sylvie perceives Loki's appearance much more friendly. She practically doesn’t get angry, doesn’t "show her claws", but listens patiently and even takes him for a drink.

What’s the reason of such a dramatic change in behavior? I think that’s because of Loki’s coming on time and alone. Therefore there was a chance for them to explain the things for each other properly.

This time, Sylvie’s not at work and she has some free hours. This time there’re no others next to Loki (some annoying others like that guy in the TVA prison uniform, and we remember: everything about the TVA still angers and scares Sylvie). This time they can talk in private without attracting unnecessary curious glances.

And they really talk, at first quite calmly and peacefully, but then again (!) the conversation turns completely away from where Sylvie expects.

The whole bar dialogue from her side is built in such a way as to find out clearly and ultimately: what Loki is fighting for. Rather, in her interpretation, the question sounds like this: Who is at the top of his personal chart?

And if Loki had said at that moment that first of all he wanted to save the world for her – that would be enough! The ice between them would have cracked completely and absolutely. If he had admitted directly and openly that Sylvie was, is and always will be the first for him, then lots of things would have turned out very differently.

However, though Loki is speaking honestly at that moment, but he's telling not what she wants to hear at all. She asks him what does he want and in his response he puts not her, but his friends – i.e. TVA – on the first place again. In such a case there’s no even matter that Sylvie is still hates the TVA. She wants to be his number one. This is of huge importance to her.

Well, we remember: Sylvie is only at the very beginning of her emotional maturity journey. And since she’s also a Loki, she has typical movie-Loki flaws which are some kind of selfishness and morbid vanity.

Sylvie doesn't want to be the second fiddle. She wants to be the first or the nobody for him.

Here, by the way, Sophia’s quote about the bar scene:

"Well, I think because she had to meet up with Loki and tell him to go and find himself and figure out his purpose, that whole bar scene is about her trying to help him figure out what he wants. And I think it’s just big seeing someone again – that brings up so many emotions, doesn’t it? – after such a long time. So she’s probably had a s**t day because of that".

Indeed, when you’re forced to meet your ex, it often causes a lot of emotions. But in most cases they’re anger, sadness and regret. Does Sylvie express anger during the bar talking to Loki? Absolutely not. Does she express sadness and regret? Oh, yes!

Why? Because despite everything she's convinced herself of, Sylvie still loves Loki and has hope for them. But again she was forced to say and hear something completely different from what she wanted. If she had really enchanted him and looked into his heart in 2x2, she would have seen the truth at once. But she just doesn't want it in 2x2, and he no longer offers it to her in 2x5.

As a result, she remains in the dark. And that’s why, at the end of their difficult bar conversation, Sylvie, being deeply offended and disappointed (once again!), with the eyes full of tears, tells Loki that they need "to write their own (i.e. separate from each other) stories" and then she leaves... to that record store where she completely drowns in melancholy.

Here I should put another Sophia’s quote about Sylvie's feelings at that moment:

"...it’s that feeling when you listen to a beautiful song and you just cry, but it sort of feels nice".

Now think about how often do you cry when listening to even a very beautiful, lyrical and soul-touching son? And in general, will you cry when you’re in a glad, joyful and/or peaceful state?

I think a lot of people will agree that a song or music makes us cry only when it’s in tune with our current mood, when it touches certain painful strings of our soul, when it reminds us of something from our bitter experience.

Yeah, there are, of course, deeply sentimental people who can be touched by any little thing. But Sylvie is definitely not one of them. Otherwise, she would have behaved and talked to Loki in a completely different way.

And here we come back to the issue of Sylvie's indifference. Think about it: if she really didn't care about Loki, would she "heal her mental wounds" this way? And would they even be – these wounds?

But nothing ever real

Actually Loki and Sylvie have two main problems in the season 2: 1st) an acute lack of time and 2nd) a total misunderstanding of each other. And the main reason for their misunderstanding is the lack of experience of real relationships for both.

Yes, as we know from their train conversation in 1x3, they both had some love affairs before. But the true feeling of love and care came over them only for each other. With all the consequences.

At the time of season 2, they’re both still learning how to build relationships and work on them. And if they had more time, they would certainly have learnt this.

But unfortunately a cruel fate in the face of the show creators decided otherwise.

Breaking the ice

So Sylvie comes to season 2 with all these inner mess. And it’s manifested by sharpness, coldness, anger.

However being next to Loki, she seems to slowly thaw and becomes softer. And at the moment of their final "farewell", where Loki reviels her the price they have to pay to save the Multiverse, she’s no longer angry, she’s not trying to stop him. Instead she demonstrates full acceptance of the situation and the pain that Loki got such a hard lot.

We can see the tears in her eyes. Her pride, resentment, stubbornness – that all disappears before the coming catastrophe. She finally realizes it’s inevitability and (please, mind it now!) she doesn’t even try to stop or dissuade Loki in any way. She only says that she’ll not bless him to kill her.

Once again: she’s not resisting at that moment! Sylvie – is – not – resisting! Not at all! Surely, deep inside she knows, she feels that Loki won't do it, he’ll be able to find another way. Btw, Sophia also talks about it in the interview I shared a link above, about their hidden unspoken rule – not to kill each other.

However, the very fact that Loki was faced with such a choice causes Sylvie great pain.

"I need to get out there!"

And then comes the epic finale. The moment of truth. Loki makes his difficult choice and goes down the stairs to the door leading to the Temporary Loom.

At the same moment – mind it too, please! – the others are just staying and it seems like they aren’t even noticing what’s going on. It’s only Sylvie who Immediately realizes what Loki is up to, and who first rushes for him with an expression of not just concern, but almost panic on her face. And only then Mobius goes as well.

Sylvie tries to break through the door (with a very expressive exclaim btw: "No! No, Loki!"), but she just can’t open it. And then she rushes upstairs, turning to O.B.: "I need to get out there!" Unfortunately even such a technical genius as O.B. can’t open that damned door. I guess Loki, who had become a great tech-savy during those centuries, blocked it really good.

"I need to get out there!" That one phrase shatters down all the claims of some viewers to Sylvie's feelings and behavior at that moment.

She didn’t just "stay and stare" as Loki actually sacrificed himself. She was ready and she wanted to follow him. It was him who didn’t allow that.

"Soft gets you killed"

And so the die is cast. The sacrifice has been made. The Multiverse has been saved, and all the show characters have to find their place in it again.

And then we got a lot of viewers (especially among the sylki-shipers) who ‘came really outraged by Sylvie's "too happy" smile in the end of her final conversation with Mobius. Like while he stands being completely broken and lost, she squints in the sun and smiles "carelessly".

And for unknown reason, no one... well, almost no one comes to mind that this scene is mirroring the dialogue between Loki and Mobius from 1x4, when Loki is informed that Sylvie has been cut.

Remember: what does he do after hearing that? A few seconds of a complete embarrassment and then he leans back in his chair and smiles, trying his best to hide the pain. But his eyes and the crack in his voice are instantly catching him red-handed.

It's exactly the same story with Sylvie in the finale. She smiles and "flippantly" shrugs her shoulders after Mobius' question of where she's going to go now. But just a minute earlier, she says: "It's weird without Loki here, isn't it?" with exactly the same voice crack, and tears are shining in her eyes exactly the same way.

Sylvie has been used to hiding pain since her childhood. Softness is a weakness for her. And she can only show her weakness and vulnerability to one being in the Multiverse. And it's definitely not Mobius.

P.S. A few words about Sophia

In conclusion, I want to add a few thoughts not just about Sylvie, but about the series as a whole, and a little about the fandom.

If you've read the full Sophia's interview I put the links above you must have noticed how carefully and as if with constant caution she speaks about her character's relationship with Loki. Unlike the screenwriter and EP, who openly talk about deep feelings Loki and Sylvie are having to each other, she prefers to call what's happening between them not "love", but "quite strong trust" (which btw significantly contradicts the behavior of Sylvie herself in the series). And although sometimes the idea that Sylvie "definitely won't let things just go" breaks through in her interviews it's like she always tries to soften her answers to the overwhelming number of questions about Sylvie and Loki relationship.

Many fans of the couple may be upset by this, but if you think about the root cause of such caution, there'll be no reason for such an offence.

And the root cause is just the fans themselves, the fandom, the violently negative reaction of a certain fandom part to the character and to her romantic line with Loki.

Remember the storm made by the fans of that fandom part (we all know what is that part, isn't it?) at the end of season 1. Remember those tons of negativity poured out not only on the character itself, but also on the actress who played this character! Because of this negativity, Sophia was eventually forced to close comments on her Instagram profile. And since then, she has become much more careful about speaking out something about the series in the interviews.

However, despite all of that, she still allows herself to be a little frank on Instagram sometimes. As a huge fan of Sophia, Sylvie and the series in general, I strongly advise not to ignore that fact.

If you doubt that Sylvie's feelings for Loki are true, just go to Sophia's Instagram profile and look at some of her stories and posts. Her playlist "Sylvie Mix Tape" on Spotify alone says ten times more than all her interviews.

P.P.S. UST and fans' interest

In the end of this huge meta, I want to add a few words about the good old UST (Unsolved Sexual Tension).

There's a wonderful phrase in one of my favorite sci-fi writers novels: "Always happy character isn't interesting." Indeed, the hero, whose life is a continuous Carnival and who literally reaches everything easily, ceases to seem real very soon, causes readers' boredom and even begins to annoy at some point.

It's really interesting and exciting to follow the hero who's overcoming difficulties – physical, psychological, romantic – no matter. And the more difficult the task, the higher the stakes and the more desperate the struggle, the stronger the reader's or viewer's interest is.

The same goes for romantic relationships between characters in a book or movie. I.e., paraphrasing my favorite sci-fi writer's quote: "Always happy relationships aren't interesting."

Yes, our fan hearts are certainly warmed by "happily ever after" for the beloved characters. But let's be honest with ourselves: how long will our interest and empathy for our beloved couple last, if everything settles down and everything goes well, if there're no more difficulties and struggles in their lives and relationships, if that notorious UST (the sexual tension that hasn't found a way out) disappears (you know, that thing when between the characters everything literally sparks and blazes, but at the same time they stubbornly don't admit their feelings either to themselves or to each other)?

Something tells me it won't be for long.

And as a quite vivid (even, I might say, a classic) example of UST, I can cite the relationship between Mulder and Scully from another sensational series – "The X-Files". The twists and turns of their relationships, shown by hints and semitones, were incredibly interesting and even hot to watch ... exactly until season 7, where their UST was finally resolved – clearly and unambiguously.

Another classic example of UST is the relationships between Sherlock and Molly from the BBC series "Sherlock". But in the case of this couple, the show creators acted more competently. The sexual tension between them remained unresolved in the finale. The audience was given only a hint, thereby leaving both interest and space for imagination.

Exactly the same (and maybe fortunately) happens to Loki and Sylvie. Their story is not over yet, as both the show EP, the screenwriter and the actors say in one voice. Here and there, insides pop up that Marvel still has plans for these characters.

Would it be interesting to follow the new adventures of Loki and Sylvie if they were an established couple? Maybe. But something tells me that it's not nearly as interesting as it is now, when they are apart again, and their "sexual tension" hasn't been solved.

This is what the Marvel leadership has been playing, is playing and will continue playing on. And UST has always been, is and will be, perhaps not the main, but a very significant thing to drive the plot.

Well, that's all for now. Thanks for your attention! And if all written above hasn't shed at least a drop of balm on your soul wounds made by season 2, remember: there's no such a finale that couldn't be fixed by a good fanfiction. ;)

* My favorite quote from "An Ordinary Miracle" by Eugeny Shwartz.

#loki series #loki meta #loki #sylvie #loki x sylvie #sylki #pro sylki #lovie #lovedaggers

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flyingwargle · 8 months

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everything is the same as before, but also not. his futon is still on the floor, blanket crumpled as if he had just climbed out of it yesterday. the note left for the others remains on the desk, memory of frantically writing it still fresh in his mind. the books that he was reading before warping to the luofu remain behind his crooked pillow. the tea set is untouched. the machines hum softly in the background.

everything is the same as before, except for him.

dan heng touches the base of his horns with lithe fingers. his ears are more sensitive, and his senses are sharper. he can hear the engine's quiet hum, doors sliding open and shut, muffled voices and footsteps. power swirls within him, ancient and unfamiliar, yet also recognizable by the way his fingers move through the air, coalescing water instead of wind.

now that he has embraced his previous incarnation, he no longer follows the path of the hunt but treads along destruction, similar to caelus when he first awakened the stellaron in his body. he sits on his bed, manifesting cloud piercer on his lap. his old friend will be able to rest, for now, until he wields it, once more.

knocks sound on his closed door. he looks up and calls, "come in." it slides open, and caelus steps inside.

"hey. i'm not bothering you, am i?"

"no."

silence dances between them, similar to when they stood in front of the high elder's statue, their first reunion after being separated, the first time anyone on the express saw his transformation. dan heng lowers his eyes. "do you want some tea?"

he doesn't see the nod, only hears footsteps across the floor and a swish of jacket as caelus sits on the steps. dan heng prepares his tea set, takes out a bag of tea leaves, and plugs in the electric kettle. he works in silence. caelus watches in silence.

dan heng draws in a breath. he has to start the conversation somehow. "speak your mind. i know you have something to say."

nothing. he looks up. caelus stares at the bookshelf, lips pressed together. "words are free," dan heng says. "use them how you'd like to express yourself."

"is that dan heng saying that, or the high elder?"

ah. dan heng lowers his eyes. "i am not my previous incarnation. we share a similar appearance and abilities, but that's all. i am dan heng; dan feng was forcibly molted for his crimes."

"i don't know what kind of dynamic we have now." caelus's tone is quiet, melancholic. "it was easy, before, but now...you're a thousand years old yet you're not. you have cool powers. you have a duty to an ancient race of dragons-"

"my duty to the xianzhou is fulfilled, but my duty to the nameless is not. i'm here now, aren't i?"

"but for how long?"

"until we've traveled the path carved for us in the stars." the kettle whistles. dan heng pours a thin trail of steaming liquid into the pot. "there is...much history that has been lost because of what dan feng did, but that responsibility does not fall to me. i am the astral express's guard and administrator of the data bank. that won't change."

he offers caelus a cup. the trailblazer doesn't move, so he leaves it in the space between them. dan heng releases a breath. "i am sorry i didn't say anything about it. i had no intention of revealing it until i had to. and now..."

"and now...the horns stay?"

"...yes."

"and the tail?"

"that, too."

caelus looks at him through narrowed eyes over his shoulder. "lucky for you that you can hide it whenever you want."

"consider it a perk of being a reincarnation of the high elder." dan heng nudges the tea closer to him. caelus hesitates before taking a sip. he makes a face.

"bitter. it's march who has the sugar cubes with her." his hand falls on his lap. "she hasn't talked to you yet, has she?"

"no."

"i'll get her to come at some point. for now..." their eyes meet. caelus keeps his tone steady. "you'll keep traveling on this path with us?"

"yes."

"no matter what happens?"

"i travel with the nameless as dan heng. there is nothing more or less about it." his fingers drift over the express's emblem on his shirt.

"okay. thanks." caelus is still, hesitant. he offers a hand. dan heng blinks at it. "welcome back, dan heng."

"thanks." his hand fits in his, a familiar shape and warmth over his.

nothing has changed, yet everything has. regardless of what will come next, dan heng remains sure of his own identity.

#text #flyingwargle original #drabble #honkai star rail #honkai drabble #caelus #dan heng #dancae if you squint #astral express family #imbibitor lunae #WHO IS READY FOR IMBIBITOR LUNAE #good luck everyone rolling!!

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Hey Gorgeous Daisy! 🌼

Loving the headcanons, especially modern Az! I couldn't make my mind up between my two headcanons asks.

1. Batboys growing up - I love when we get all three boys together and how we have heard about some of their antics growing up, and I do hope we learn more, but what did they get up to after Windhaven, what havoc did they wreck upon Velaris and the rest of the Night Court?

2. Adult Modern Nyx - This headcanons ask is a bit left field but your modern Az got me thinking...??

Please don't feel you need to do both, or either if they don't speak to you. Hope you have had a lovely day. 💗💗

hiiiiiiii, oh I love both. here we go

batboys growing up headcanons

boy, did they get drunk many times, completely shit-faced toppling over each other on their way home from Rita's

"you stepped on my fucking foot, Az."

"you hit my fricking arm, Cass"

and Rhys throwing up over the bridge somewhere in the background

crushing on the same girl, sorry but I can so see them spotting one pretty girl and all deciding that they want to be her boyfriend

and they would make complete fools out of themselves

Rhys would try to make his charm work, saying the cringiest things

"your eyes are like the sun burning down on us, like flames, you know. fire."

Cass would be flexing his muscles, removing his shirt when she is around, just because

and Az, would steal shy glances at her, and then quickly look away, blushing bright red

also I think they would be quite competitive, who can fly the widest? the highest? for the longest?

wingspan measuring

"you are cheating, Cass."

"am no, just because mine is the biggest."

"isn't, now hold your wings still"

Azriel cackling in the background

that is probably for earlier but those three had terrible voice cracks when in puberty, this is a fact

of course they were playboys

and remember that line in acosf – they did it in one room

not their finest moment, but they were closer after this than ever before haha

Cass and Az annoying and distracting Rhys when he had to study for becoming a high lord

they would mock him constantly "look at the little geek, bent over his books the whole day."

"so cute, little high lord, Rhysie."

the two idiots would also playfully poke him with his sword until he has enough, slams his books shut and joins them

at the same time the would also help and support Rhys all the way

and many nights they would spend with him, bent over books

and obviously, they would help him control his powers

letting him take out his anger when everything gets to much on them, sparring with him until the early morning hours

modern adult! Nyx

that is such an interesting request tbh

he would be a little cocky

even in a modern world Rhys and Feyre would be like majors of big cities and quite influential and obviously that make young Nyx a little arrogant at times

but he has inherited his good heart from his parents, so sometimes he just needs a reminder to be humble and then he is grounded

Nyx would be the one who immediately wants a car and motorbike like Az when he is old enough

"look at how cool, uncle Az is!"

so this is what he will get for his eighteenth birthday

and Nyx speeds and Feyre is worried as hell, Rhys as well

but he is also careful

he becomes a social media influencer, yes, posting about art and clothing

family before everything – even when no longer living with his parents he would still spend time with them most days of the week

a very close relationship with his whole family

having a hard time finding a girlfriend, because who really loves him and who just wants him for fame and attention

going to sports games with Cass, watching basketball or hockey

painting and drawing a lot in his free time, hoping to one day be able to sell his art

#young bat boys #azriel #cassian #rhysand #acotar #acosf #bat boys #nyx acotar #nyx archeron

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skellinore · 1 year

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How The Heck Do You Talk In Emojis?

My comfort ship.

MY POWER COUPLE.

Slenderman and Zalgo.

I really do this love this ship.

I always find it funny when people draw or write about them as enemies, mostly because Zalgo is a very powerful and unkillable being.

There is actually no way to kill him, and any possible way to kill him is just a theory and not possible.

So why someone as smart as Slenderman would have beef with someone who could kill him with just the snap of his fingers just baffles me.

Slenderman would not be foolish enough to mess with Zalgo.

Just think about it, not even you, a puny tiny, insiginfcant human being would start a fight, even less a war against Zalgo.

It's just stupid, that's like one tiny ant trying to kill you, you just crush it and move on with your life.

I'm sorry, I'm ranting.

I remember a time when I used to ship these two as a joke, but here I am, actually shipping these two, making an whole entire AU about them, even making...

Making what, you ask.

That'll be for another drawing.

♡♡♡

You know, this drawing was supposed to be quick and funny.

But then I kept adding detail.

Someone please take my drawing tablet away from me.

Also there's a colouring mistake on this drawing, if anyone finds it.

Don't say anything, or so help me.

>:[

◇◇◇

BUT YEAH, I gave Zalgo and Slender a redesign!

I wanted Slender to be heavily inspired by his father, so his clothing is more similar to his, so you'll see me draw Slender not in a suit and tie.

I know, I know.

I hear you crying and wailing in the background.

This is my AU.

THE SUIT GOES!

But don't worry, I'll still draw him in some suits.

Zalgo got an upgrade on his armor and more jewelry and makeup.

Compare the new design to his old one, you'll find the new one better.

>:3

Don't worry, I'm not getting rid of his tail and wings, I just didn't want to draw them in this piece.

BUT ANYWAYS.

♧♧♧

Onto the head-canons between these married couple!

1.) Zalgo is one of many if not the only being to bond with a Faceless Demon. The reason for this is because Faceless Demons are very strict and have many laws which seem crazy to many demons and humans alike. There's tons of request orders to date someone, even let alone marry. Even then Faceless Demons don't accept "outside" marriages. Luckily enough, Slender's father is the king of their people. Another thing to note is that Faceless Demons find Slender's husband, Zalgo disgusting in looks and mannerisms. Faceless demons love and fawn over snow white skin and lack of eyes and mouths. But to Slender, Zalgo is the most handsome thing he ever saw, he just loves getting lost in his eyes, loves taking in every detail, loves how silly and chaotic he is, just everything about Zalgo, he loves.

2.) Slender likes grabbing a hold of Zalgo's horns, "love handles" is what Slender calls them. Zalgo does not mind them grabbing his horns, considering they'll never break off, and neither does it hurt him, as a matter of fact, Zalgo enjoys being pulled around by the horns. Considering that Slender is shorter than him so it's cute to watch Slender strech his arms to reach his horns.

3.) Zalgo is very rich, and by very rich I mean extremly wealthy. So is Slender, considering that both of them are princes, but Zalgo loves spending his money by spoiling his husband. Zalgo will often buy them jewerly, clothes, the finest of wines, even anything that Slender lays eyes upon anything in store shop windows. But how Slender spoils Zalgo is through his stomach, and boy does Slender love to cook for him and his many mouths, and everytime Slender does cook for him, Zalgo just melts in his arms.

4.) Slender's siblings, Splendor, Trender, and Markus don't really like Zalgo, not because of what he looks like, but what he does and how he acts towards them. However they act like they like him in front of their brother, Slender. Zalgo knows this and torments them, by going into heavy detail about what he does to their brother. He finds it fun, but Zalgo also plays tricks on them. If they weren't related to Slender, or if Slender didn't like his siblings, Zalgo would've killed them a long time ago.

5.) These two go on a lot of cute dates, all planned by Zalgo of course. One time Slender planned this cool date on Zalgo's fancy yacht. Slender knows how much Zalgo is into pirates, so Slendy spent a long time decorating Zalgo's ship to look like an old human pirate ship, especially the inside, complete with a jail cell, a treasure chest filled with gold and jewelry, etc. Then they went on sailing into the cursed seas in Hell, where demon pirates still roam. Zalgo got to be the captain, and Slender got to be his first mate! Zalgo was beyond happy, to this day, Zalgo has been trying to one-up that date ever since.

#art #digital art #creepypasta #slenderman #lord zalgo #zalgo #slender x zalgo #zalgo x slender

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goatsandpals · 5 months

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Infinity Paradox redesign! Below is the first time I drew them! (Also don’t mind the background I was just having fun. I’ve been watching the Appetite of a People-Pleaser music video and it shows)

Infinity Paradox (Dee) Updated lore and slight redesign. (Keep in mind that they still have their original outfit I just wanted to draw them in something new I guess.) looking back I changed their lore every other week, so this is the official lore unless I say otherwise.

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: Like….11 in human terms. (I make a ton of characters younger than me, but definitely not because I’m scared of growing up and miss my childhood, or anything like that!!!)

Race/Species: Half Human, half demon, and Wasian. (Like me! I mean, not the demon part. Probably.)

Abilities: Future reading, can make unstable portals. Also they CAN create fire, but unlike most demons, it burns them, because of their human blood.

Likes: Toast, snails, mathematics, weirdcore, graphic novels, stars, vocaloid, and crimes.

Dislikes: Bill Cipher, liars, manipulation, parent figures, fire, the end of the world, small spaces, and themself.

Personality: more complex then most of my ocs, because I used my own personality as a base for theirs, and then worked off of that, resulting in a character that isn’t that much like me, but has a lot of different sides. They have experienced extreme trauma, but deal with it by making jokes/taking revenge. They are happy and cheerful, but some times just completely shut down and can’t talk to anyone. Not great at reading people, tends to say random things. Scared of everything but doesn’t show it, keeps it bottled up and then just breaks down every once in a while. Naturally chaotic but doesn’t want to hurt anyone. They have a sadistic side.

Birthday: August 5

Zodiac sign: Leo

Chinese Zodiac sign: Year of the Dragon

Tarot Card: Probably closest to The Fool, but maybe could also be The Tower or The Hermit.

Design notes: I made a few changes, like giving them a extra streak of white hair, and making the infinity symbol a hair clip instead of glasses. This is because I always forget to draw it as glasses. They have bandages because they are clumsy as fuck and trip all the time. They got their scythe that one time when they fought death. (And won). Their eyes are naturally black but turn white then having a prophecy. One of their eyes is grey because of this, and they eventually lose sight in that eye altogether.

Backstory: Dee’s mother was a demon, named Sorites, and their father was a human, whose identity is unknown, as he left the family before Dee was born. Dee had an older sister named Abilene Paradox, who has a personality that is completely opposite to theirs. Abilene is a lot older, and left the left the family to live on her own. Sorites’s loved Dee very much, but never understood them. Dee was a strange child, and didn’t speak until they turned five. That was when they had their first prophecy. When they have prophecies, their eyes turn fully white. After their first prophecy they wouldn’t stop talking, but always said the strangest things. Sorites hid their powers to keep them from being taken away,

Around this time, Sorites completely snapped, and had to be brought to rehab. Dee went to live with their closest relatives, the Ciphers. The Cipher’s were a family of lowly triangles, with many talented children. When the Cipher’s discovered that they had seer abilities, they saw a good financial opportunity, and basically sold them to the Oracle as an apprentice.

Their job was to have prophecies and record every moment in time. The Oracle lives in the In Between (From the owl house) so Dee recorded every moment from the boxes in the water. In doing so, they noticed a strange pattern: aimless violence and killing, hurting of others for no apparent reason. The thoughts of cruelty plagued them.

But overall, Dee was happier under the Oracle’s care, and saw her as a mother figure. However, The Oracle is not a being of emotion, and only does things for the greater good of the universe. One day, the Oracle foresaw that Bill would destroy Dee’s home dimension, and that he would have to, in order for the Pines to kill him later on. The Oracle knew that this had to happen, and that Dee would try to stop him, so The Oracle ordered them to stop looking into the future for ‘mental health reasons’ (a seer can go insane by looking to far into the future. More on that later.)

But Dee still sensed that something was going on, so they decided to check on their home dimension, and found it in flames. They rushed over to try to find their family in the fire, and The Oracle caught them by the door to the dimension. The Oracle pleaded with them to stop, to go back to the temple, but in their anger and betrayal, Dee struck out with their scythe, and injured The Oracle, a crime above all others. Dee then ran through the door, and searched helplessly for their mother, only to find her corpse, chard and broken from the fire. Their sister also died in this fire, but that was only like a temporary thing.

Suddenly, they realized that they were trapped, with walls of fire surrounding them. The fire burned away at their flesh, until they were saved at the last minute by the absolute worst demon. Bill saved/captured them, in order to use their seeing abilities. I actually wrote a short fic about this part of their life, since this post is long enough already, I’ll just summarize it:

Infinity: okay, so you basically killed my entire family, destroyed my home, and probably traumatized me for life. Are you going to apologize and make amends?

Bill: lol NOPE. Since you have seeing abilities you get to be chained to a chair and plugged into a machine for the rest of your life, a machine which will purge out all of your prophecies and destroy your mind in the process. Also I will be there every day, hiding my own trauma by taking it out on you, by reminding you how it was all your fault that your family died. You, a literal eight year old. All your fault. Also I’m going to dissect and experiment on you. Lmaooooooo.

Bill: There’s no way this could ironically backfire. Like, say, them escaping and plotting revenge on me.*

*They escaped and plotted revenge on Bill.

Dee escaped to the human realm, and was drawn to a town called Gravity falls. Never heard of that one, I’m sure. They were pretty paranoid about looking into the future, and were basically a train wreak after losing their family. Around this time, they befriended Stanford Pines, a newly graduated collage student studying the anomalies of Gravity Falls. By ‘befriended’ I mean more like, they broke into Ford’s house to steal his food and Ford allowed them to stay because they were an interesting specimen. I wouldn’t say that their relationship was a ‘father and child’ one, more like a ‘Twenty year old who sees annoying demon as a experiment and doesn’t care as much about their well-being because at the time his ego was supper big’. Fiddleford was the one who actually took care of Dee most, because they realized that they were homeless. This argument worked for a while, until Bill realized where Dee was and possessed Ford and made him try to kill them. Dee escaped but the Mystery shack was no longer safe for them.

Okay wow this was a lot of lore. I’ll type out the rest of the story later, but let’s just say that they got a job from a very mysterious collector.

Also to summarize:

They basically went from a silly little guy to a silly little guy with ungodly amounts of trauma and trust issues.

Original meme:

(Please ask questions or make fanart! I love that stuff!)

#gravity falls oc #gravity falls #saint milo’s art

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The waves that lap the shore - Chapter 20 - and then there were four. (Season finale)

Notes:

Wow? I made a mostly Kwazii and Paani chapter? Yes. With some shellso and twashi on the side. Wow? I made a chapter with more than 1000 words? Yes. I’ve been in a Kwazini mood lately so that definitely influenced this chapter- I also got Mellon Collie on CD for my birthday and I’ve been listening to it so that’s why Paani was listening to the smashing pumpkins. I wish I had gotten into the smashing pumpkins sooner cuz I love everything that I’ve heard <3 Stumbleine my beloved <3

Kwazii and Paani laid in Kwazii’s bed.

Kwazii was showing Paani some of his sketches.

However, he stopped when he got to a specific one.

Kwazii remembered when he drew that.

Kwazii sat on his bed with his sketch book as Gilmore Girls played in the background. He was going to draw sea monsters.

Kwazii made messy sketches as he watched.

It’d been a bit later. Kwazii had paused the show to use the bathroom. But they noticed something.

All of his doodles were of Paani. They had drawn a heart with Paani’s name in it. With little hearts and flowers all over them.

Kwazii dropped their pencil when they saw that. A embarrassed look appeared on their face. Had it seriously drawn that?! Kwazii couldn’t believe its eyes.

Kwazii felt a gasp escape his mouth is this what being in love is like? Kwazii asked himself.

•••

“I drew this one night while watching Gilmore Girls” Kwazii said, pointing to the sketches. Paani admired each little line in the sketches, they looked like him. “that’s supposed to be me, right?” Paani asked, feeling a slight grin appear on his face, Kwazii nodded in response.

Paani looked at the date.

It had been the day before the “Kwazii lit Mako on fire” incident.

The day before everything went down. The day before they told each other everything.

Paani then remembered what they were doing that day.

Paani was stretched out on his bed like a starfish, listening to Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness.

And i don’t even care

To shake these zipper blues

And we don’t know

Just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth.

Paani was thinking of someone in particular while listening to that song. Kwazii.

Paani was holding Kwazii’s paw as they walked along the beach. He was wearing a fancy suit and loafers, Kwazii was just wearing his typical pirate clothes.

“Wanna go hang out at my place, Kwazii?”

“Yeah Matey. I’ve never been to your place before.”

“Maybe I could… sing you a song?”

“Sure… I’d like that. I’ve never heard you sing before.”

“Well. You will now.”

The world is a vampire.

Paani then came back to reality. He jolted up.

Paani ripped his earbuds out of his ears. She rummaged through her closet, looking for her guitar.

It’s got to be here somewhere! Paani thought as she let out a grunt. Soon she found it.

Paani placed it on his bed, opening the case and pulling it out. Realizing how dusty the case was.

Paani started playing power chords.

He had tuned it to “mayonnaise tuning” for a reason.

“Oh Kwazii. Can I can I come to your house. We can dance to The Spice Girls in your room.” Paani sang softly, as he strummed his guitar.

Paani put it down for a moment, scribbling down lyrics on a piece of paper and the strum pattern.

Paani then got back on track, singing lyrics and strumming.

•••

“I wrote a song about you that day.” Paani admitted “you did?” Kwazii gasped “yeah.” Paani replied, getting off the bed to fetch his guitar.

Paani came back, his guitar in his hands. They sat on the bed, and started playing.

Kwazii was impressed. They started blushing as Paani sang. They felt so lucky to have someone like Paani.

Kwazii started to tear up a little. Surprisingly, he allowed himself. Not to many people had ever treated him this way. Let alone wrote a song about him.

“I-I’m sorry- I’m just a bit emotional-“ Kwazii apologized, wiping a tear from its face “not many people have ever treated me this way..” Kwazii added “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.” Paani said softly, understanding how Kwazii felt right now.

Paani knew that Kwazii wasn’t used to being treated this way.

Paani put the guitar down on the floor, on top of its dusty ass case. “Wanna go down stairs and eat something?” Kwazii asked “sure” Paani replied, getting off the bed.

•••

Peso had just gotten back from a mission, it went straight to Shellington’s lab. “Hey Shellie!” Peso greeted “PESO!” Shellington jumped out of his chair and ran up to Peso, scooping him up in his arms, hugging him tightly and showering it in kisses.

“I missed you so much!” Shellington beamed “I was only gone for a few hours- Peso mumbled “I know.. I just really missed you..” Shellington replied, putting Peso down.

“Wanna go get some hot cocoa?” Shellington asked “ sure” Peso smiled.

•••

Peso and Shellington were drinking hot cocoa in the kitchen. Peso was wearing a weezer shirt that he had stolen from Shellington (which was, way too big for him.) and Shellington was wearing his middle aged man sliders and his pajamas.

“Wow look at those nerds!” Kwazii teased, Shellington rolled his eyes and let out a giggle “Me and Peso are gonna go somewhere” Shellington said “Yeah. And I’m driving.” Peso added, Peso and Shellington then went downstairs to the Launch Bay to go on there date.

•••

It’d been a few days since Paani played that beautiful song.

Kwazii, Peso and Shellington were near the beach.

The song still rung in Kwazii’s head. He could still hear the sound of Paani’s soft singing against the beautiful mayonnaise tuning.

“Hey. Maybe we should go stop by that juice place.” Peso suggested, interrupting Kwazii’s train of thought.

The trio were walking down the boardwalk. “Yarrr what place?” Kwazii questioned “Palm & Citrus I’m assuming?” Shellington guessed “Yeah!” Peso clarified “come on mateys.” Kwazii guided as they walked to the cafe.

The three walked inside, that place looked like it was straight out of 2006, complete with old 2000s computers.

The interior was reminiscent of tropical bars, a cute box tv was on a little table. People some reruns of some old tv show that was playing.

The group took a seat, Shellington ordered a mango smoothie, Peso ordered an orange slushy made with fresh orange juice and Kwazii ordered a black current juice and salted seaweed.

Soon the drinks arrived, Shellington glanced affectionately at Peso, Peso exchanged the same glance.

“There’s a full moon tonight..” Peso mentioned “I’m kind of worried…” Shellington sighed, Peso nodded in agreement “yarr we’ll be fine mateys!” Kwazii disagreed, Peso and Shellington gave him looks of uncertainty.

Kwazii, Peso Shellington sat in awkward silence, until Peso started rambling about some sad romantic movie him and Shellington had watched.

“Their last kiss was so sad! She then died in her arms!” Shellington sniffled, on the verge of tears “they were so cute together!” Shellington added “why don’t we write a fix it fic where she doesn’t die!” Peso suggested “Yeah! Absolutely!” Shellington agreed, him and Peso began writing out concepts.

Kwazii rolled their eyes ah yes, Peso and Shellie and their sad fantasy romance movies.

Kwazii sat there bored for awhile. “Don’t you think we should get back home soon?” Kwazii mentioned “yeah true.” Shellington said, him and Peso putting away some notepads.

The three ran to the beach and dove into the water, it felt nice.

They glanced around the coral reefs, Peso and Shellington were talking about sea creatures, while Kwazii floated there alone. Until he heard a splash from behind him. Kwazii turned around, It was Paani.

He looked like he was straight out of Mean Girls. She even had the “A Little Bit Dramatic” shirt on.

“Hi Kwaz. Sorry. I was feeling a bit… uh. Girly today.” Paani said awkwardly “Ahoy Matey! That’s fine.” Kwazii greeted, warping his paws around Paani.

“Um… what are they doing?” Paani questioned, pointing to Shellington and Peso “arrg! being nerds.” Kwazii laughed “wanna go do something?” Paani asked “yeah sure why not.” Kwazii agreed.

•••

The full moon rose up, Shellington and Peso were in Shellington’s lab, which was moon proofed, they were reading some books together. Shellington had gotten sleepy though “hey I think I’m gonna take a nap..” Shellington yawned “I’ll join you.” Peso smiled, getting up and putting the books away and joining Shellington.

The vegimals soon climbed in bed as well. Shellington and Peso said goodnight to them, and to each other before drifting off to sleep, the soft sound of Shellington’s fan in the background.

•••

It was late in the afternoon.

Paani grabbed her paddle board.

She was going to Mako Island again.

I need to find out more about that place . Paani thought.

Paani took one last good look around his house, making sure he had everything.

He shoved it all into his backpack.

Paani surfed the way there. He’d wanted to find out more ever since he found Kwazii on the island when It was almost brunt to a crisp, like burning piece of toast that had been in the toaster for far too long.

The waves weren’t to bad right now. Soon they made it to the shores of the mysterious island.

The sunset was on the horizon. Paani could sense it, they glanced over their shoulder. The setting sun was looming close.

I can’t be here to long. Paani told himself.

Paani wandered around, taking photos of anything he saw that he found interesting, like some snakes. She even offered the snakes some of her Paani patties, which the snakes ate up. Paani continued on his journey.

He stopped though. He’d reached the spot where he found Kwazii.

He noticed that a thin blanket of ash still lingered on the ground. The faint stench of smoke still in the air as well.

He kept walking. Until he fell down into a hole that is.

“WHOOOOA!!!!” Paani exclaimed, her pants now covered in sand, she took a rest for a moment. Her ankle was aching.

Damn it. I was a stupid idea to wear my fancy 2000s cargo pants! Paani thought to themself.

“Hello!!” They echoed. No response.

Damn it. If only Ryla was here. Paani thought defeated, he attempted to contact them from his Octo-Watch but there wasn’t a signal.

Paani needed to figure out how to get out of here.

Paani walked up a stair like structure that was made of rocks. He peered his head inside. There was a pool of water.

It was sapphire blue in color. Paani was captivated by it.

The sky was now filled shimmering stars.

Paani noticed it began to bubble as the moon’s light shined through the opening at the top of the dormant volcano.

Paani dashed over there at the sight of that. He hanged over the ledge of the Moon Pool.

“Hello H2O! What secrets do you hold for me today!” Paani said as they grasped their test tube, and took a dive.

Oooo… pretty… Was Paani’s only thought as they glanced around the pool, she felt a funny sensation come over her as he swam around in the pool. Admiring the shimmering bubbles above.

He’d never seen anything like this before in his hydrology career.

Paani swam back up to the surface, putting a cap on his test tube and spitting some salt water out of his mouth and laying on his back.

This is relaxing Paani thought calmly.

•••

Kwazii was frantically looking for Paani. They were worried sick. Paani hadn’t answered it’s

phone calls or texts.

Kwazii had looked everywhere for him.

What if he’s at Mako. Kwazii realized. He rushed down the Octo-Chute. Kwazii rushed down to the Launch Bay “TWEAK! OPEN THE OCTO HATCH!!!” Kwazii urged “But it’s a full moon tonight, Kwaz! What if you burn down Mako again!” Tweak lectured, clearly unsure.

“ITS A EMERGENCY! I THINK PAANI IS THERE.” Kwazii yelled “Alright! Be careful!” Tweak warned, feeling knots form in her stomach.

“Tweak, what happened? I heard yelling.” Dashi asked

Tweak went silent for a moment, she was shaking. Dashi could feel the tension in the air.

“Oh uh- hi Dashi- Kwazii went to Mako. They think that Paani is there.” Tweak sighed, Dashi let out a gasp “why did you let him go?” Dashi asked “Well… I felt bad… i didn’t want anything bad happening to Paani i guess… if he is actually there that is.” Tweak answered “hopefully nothing bad happens-“ Dashi hoped “These full moons can get a bit… you know… cray cray.” Dashi mentioned “yeah definitely-“ Tweak agreed.

The two of them stood awkwardly in the Launch Bay for awhile, both hoping that Kwazii and Paani were okay.

“What are Peso and Shellington doing?” Tweak finally said, breaking the awkward silence “they’re in the lab sleeping. I’m just glad Shellington didn’t moonstruck-“ Dashi answered.

“What about Cap and Inkling?” Tweak continued “Captain is upstairs- he’s taking his online therapy sessions. And Inkling is in the library.” Dashi concluded.

“What should we do right now? I mean it’s just us.” Tweak questioned, turning to face Dashi. “Maybe we can watch something? Down here?” Dashi suggested “yeah.. I’d like that.” Tweak blushed.

Dashi and Tweak got cozy in Tweak’s bed, Dashi’s head on Tweak’s shoulder as they watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It felt nice to relax, after all of the chaotic events of recent times. Though, Tweak was still on edge, however she didn’t feel as uneasy with Dashi around.

•••

Kwazii had made it to Mako Island.

“PAANI?! PAANI!?” Kwazii called out in a panic, looking for them She can’t be at the Moonpool… could he?Kwazii thought to itself

Kwazii rushed down into the Moon Pool’s land entrance.

Kwazii ran in there faster then Tweak could say “buncha, munchy crunchy carrots”.

Kwazii was panting. He was fucking exhausted. He looked like he had ran a marathon across the entire continent.

To its horror, it saw Paani, floating around the Moon Pool without a care in the world.

“Oh hi Kwazii! The water is nice!” Paani smiled.

Kwazii’s stomach dropped.

Oh. OH SHIT!

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