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fabdante · 2 months

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Related to a post I just reblogged (can I send you a link in an ask, or will Tumblr eat the ask if I do that?), but Dante and/or Kat with plant powers would be cool, too. Especially if Dante gets his plant powers from his mom's side, since the Angel barriers in the game already look like vines, and the first Angel weapon you get, Osiris, is a scythe.

I also kinda like the idea of Dante occasionally working as a psychopomp, just because things have gotta be kinda fucked after Mundus died, right? I'm not really sure if I remember exactly what Mundus did with human souls, but it was mentioned in Mission 17/Furnace of Souls, right? I think that's the main thing I'm thinking of. Help? Is it explained more in extra/side content?

Anyway, Dante helping lost souls/ghosts pass on would be Neat, especially since, at least in the original DMC continuity, ghosts exist, and can even interact with the living to carry out their unfinished business. I'm not sure if ghosts would exist in the reboot universe, but I mean, maybe?

Seeing Dante freeing more souls like the ones trapped in Bob's prison or Mundus' tower would be cool too. It's not really clear if those people are still ALIVE- Bob, at least, tells his prisoners that "suicide is impossible", and there's those weird, screaming trains that run through Bob's prison, and its never explained wtf is up with THOSE, but it looks bad, and it's Bob's prison, so something's gotta be fucky there- but if so, they probably need some help. Or, well, a LOT of help, but it'd be good to see Dante do whatever he could to help them.

Same for Dante working with Kat and Phineas to help stop places like St. Lamia's Orphanage from running. The most they could probably legally get away with is killing any demons that run the place cruelly, but at least it'd be SOMETHING.

I'm not sure if links cause asks to get eaten but I checked your account and found the post in question! I suppose also I just never thought of plant powers as something relegated to like softer, healing uses before either asdfghj i feel like all plant based characters I know of tend to use their plant powers fairly aggressively so I just sort of saw that as the default.

But, anyway, the connection between Eva and possible plant powers is cool I think (especially with the Osiris, scythe connection)!! Though I'm not sure if it's a powerset I think fits Dante, even when used more aggressively. I would love plant powers Kat though, it feels fitting to her particularly in the duel use of plants as both something soft and healing but also dangerous and deadly. It feels fitting to her. I could see this as something Eva might have been able to do to, especially given her blue roses she seems to somehow be able to grow despite them not being real. I think it makes a lot of sense for Eva and it'd be interesting to see her sharing that ability with her sons.

The game is very vague about what Mundus did with the souls. There's an implication that the souls torment is some sort of power source for the demons but it's not really elaborated upon. I'm assuming that no one found it particularly relevant to clarify which I guess is fair, it doesn't really come up all that much.

We also don't really know the status of the human souls in the game but I figured they were all dead at this point. As for Bobs prison I think there's probably a mix of the dead and the living and those kind of in between though we cannot forget also that he has demons and other supernatural beings in there as well, who likely are not dead at all who he can easily be referring to. I imagine trying to bring some piece to the dead would be something Dante and the post game gang would be interested in, though it's probably a daunting task given how many there are.

Also the trains I always assumed were a hold over from an earlier level design. The devs talk a lot about how they really, really wanted a train fight scene for the bulk of the games development but it either got too complicated or constraints got in the way so they had to get rid of it during development. I always figured the subways in Bobs mission were just a holdover from that plan or a sort of consolation prize for the effort that went into the non existent train boss fight asdfghjk so they got to keep their train, even if it didn't get used as intended. if it has larger implications to the lore that's possible, but the part of Bob's prison its in is modeled after a subway hub so I think it's just to tie into those visuals from the real world location Bob's prison is mimicking in Limbo. All of this is to say I'm not sure if the trains are exactly carrying anything as much as they are mimicking their real world counterparts (the real world metro system of Limbo City)

I also just kind of figured the orphanages like St. Lamias just sort of fell apart when Limbo collapsed into the real world. With their staff revealed to be demons, I'm not sure if they'd be allowed to continue operating. I'm also not sure how much Kat, Dante, or Phineas would care about keeping up with legality when it came to dismantling that kind of thing seeing as Kat was willing to join the Order to dismantle the system which abused her and nothing the Order did was particularly legal. I can see this however being something that'd be on Kat's radar, given it's a major motivator for her this whole time. The issue though now I think would turn a lot to the systemic issues within the American foster care system which is a far bigger fish to fry then demons unfortunately.

Which is all to say I do think the systems that hurt them would be on Kat and Dantes radar but that'd definitely be a tricky one to deal with in the midsts of Limbo City's mayhem.

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dewdrop-writes · 3 years

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Ok so like first off hello, how are you? And um second, could you do a kazuha oneshot of where he finds God reader first in the Imposter AU? Like he finds them all bruised and like ready to pass out while he was wandering around Liyue and when he finds them, he can hear the wind just whispering “It’s them” or “that’s our creator, help them” (since he’s really in tune with it) and he takes care of them. At some point when we trust him enough, he just brings us to Beidou’s ship and gains the crews trust and belief of being the actual creator over time since a lot of good stuff happens to the crew ever since we/the reader got on the Alcor (ex: the ship barely or hasn’t had any bad encounters at sea or they find lots of treasure easily). Sorry if it was a bit confusing but I hope it’s enough! Take care!

Whispers of the wind

ohhh I love this idea! Kazuha is certainly super in tune with the wind, so he'd definitely be among those that recognizes the creator imo!

And thank you! I've been good! I've caught a little cold I think but nothing that'll knock me down too bad thankfully! I hope you're doing well!

PS: I am not VERY knowledgeable about Kazuha's personality (i read up all there is about him and listened to all his voice lines though) but I tried my best asdfghj I hope you enjoy! <3

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All his life - he'd allowed the world to take him where it pleased. His heart a lone survivor floating in the ocean of the world, the winds tossing him about - always adrift. Always with his gaze on the horizon. Perhaps it was from lack of fertile soil to sink his roots into - he'd been quite young when his clan finally fell apart after years of fighting against the current of wind that was fate.

And he did not mind.

A life of wandering was not a curse in his eyes - nor was it lonely. He'd made many friends along his travels, and he was never alone when the wind and you were with him.

There had been a time, when his outlook was much bleaker - when he had almost given up on the joys of life - Tomo's loss had struck a deep, ever bleeding wound into his heart.

He changed, that day. But still, he carried on.

So, when the winds yet again called to him in an enticing siren-song - calling him away from his journey towards a new destination - he was quick to follow. If there was one thing he could always rely on - it was the winds of Teyvat.

The springtime in Liyue was always beautiful. Even with no roof over his head on most days - and during the times spent on the run from the Vision hunt decree - he always had time to admire it -so very different from his own homeland, yet much alike it too.

Beautiful petals and leaves of red and rose - fluttering adrift in the air, peaceful - floating as freely as he did once his travels first began. The floral scents in the air as he traversed through the wilderness of Liyue. Yaoguang Shoal was much like the islands within the waters of his home. It was peaceful.

Until it wasn't.

The tinge of electro within the air - barely noticeable to the ordinary human, but burning and bitter to him. The calls of the wind became urgent - no longer gently inviting him along - it was pleading for him to hurry where they led.

And he was quick to do so.

The sight was gruesome, to say the least. The shallow waters on the shoreline - sparks flying off it as it acted as a conduit for the electro flowing through it. Shards of rock formations - undoubtedly the remnants of a geo-attack, spiking up from the ground.

Drag marks emerging from the waters - leading towards a hidden away little alcove of a cave. The coppery substance shimmering upon the sand - wetting and darkening it as it clumped together.

The winds were no longer whispering - they were screaming.

And there - barely hidden by the cliffs - he found you, crumpled on the ground - your clothes soaked and torn - the edges of the cuts upon it burnt to a crisp - while the dampness upon you had crystalized away into ice, melting away slowly.

The Cor Lapis cast a gentle, golden glow upon you - he could not even recognize you by sight alone, at first - but the winds around him, desperately edging him towards your insured frame, they were desperate for him to know.

Desperate enough to force him onto his hands and knees - crawling towards you with his weapon long discarded.

When he saw your face - wet sand clumping to it, seeping into fresh cuts painfully - so familiar, yet so wrong, he was startled. The curve of your lips - the arch of your brows - every last detail so much like his god that he did not know what to do with himself.

The Creator needs your help. The winds whispered to him.

Your eyes, tired and scared, stared into his. You were clearly past the point of exhaustion - no longer able to force your broken body to run. You exhaled a dry sob - contrasted by the water flowing out of your lungs as you coughed soon after.

His eyes tracked the coppery substance upon the sand. Scooping it up with his fingers -seeing the golden shimmer upon it. The blood of a god - tinging the sands copper with its golden flow.

There was so much of it.

The entire beach had been peppered with pools of it.

He'd heard the rumors of the one pretending to be the Creator - condemned to death by all. Wanted for their crimes - to pay, to suffer.

Yet you were, indeed, the real deal, were you not?

The winds themselves hammered it into his head - surely, they could not lie?

Not when you bled blood so gold, and were too much like the Creator to be a cheap imitation?

He inched closer, and you closed your eyes - screwed them shut as to not bear witness to whichever means he'd use to end your life.

Kazuha felt his own heart bleed in tandem with your gaping wounds.

He dared not move you - you were fragile enough as you were. But he needed to do something.

So, he built a fire -to keep your shivering form from succumbing to the coldness seeping into you from your dampened clothes. He scrambled up a quick concoction for you to eat - a broth, warm and not too demanding for you to consume. All the while, you watched him with eyes untrusting. Shivered and fought with the aches of your wounds and the fever creeping its way into your body - only managing to weaken your body more.

"Drink, please - you'll need it to recover," were the first words he spoke to you - holding a bowl of steaming broth out to you. You gazed at it, finally feeling the hunger gnawing in your stomach - how long had you gone without food now? Much too long.

With a weak, shaking hand, you took the bowl - your fingers brushing against Kazuha's. Your skin - cold as ice - sent a shiver through him, but he reacted not, allowing you to take the bowl without spilling a droplet.

You shifted slightly, so you could rest your back against the rocks in a somewhat weak imitation of sitting.

"Why aren't you killing me already?" your voice was small, hoarse - and resigned. Your gaze lingered on the sword discarded on the sand - untouched by the wandering Samurai.

"I wouldn't be so foolish as to go against the wishes of the wind itself."

You met his red eyes - a beautiful hue of of wine - of the fluid that flowed through every body - even yours, when you were still in your home world.

"You'd surely be rewarded handsomely for your heroic deed of killing me," you murmured, taking a sip of the broth - feeling its comforting warmth trickle down your throat and heat up your insides. Despite the minimal ingredients, it tasted wonderful.

Perhaps, it was the desperate hunger clawing inside you, that though that, but you cared little, eagerly downing the liquid as though it was your last meal.

It very well could be.

"I care little for monetary rewards or praise sung - if they are gifted to me for the greatest crime against Teyvat." His voice was determined - yet soothing. Finally, something not aimed at you with intent to hurt. Intent to kill.

You smiled bitterly.

"I doubt anyone else would agree. They seem pretty convinced that my existence is a crime against Teyvat. For whatever reason." Your words were bitter and hallow, despite the grimace on your bruised face.

Kazuha frowned.

It was strange, seeing how someone's spirit could be crushed to smithereens. And stranger yet, how familiar of a sight it was to bear witness to.

"Please, allow me to help with your wounds, your Grace," he offered, eyeing the nasty looking bruises and hidden gashes upon your form. The salty waters of the sea - or grinding irritation of the sand seeping into them could not be pleasant, he imagined.

You sighed, but nodded. There was little you could do for yourself in this state - so all you could do was to place yourself upon the wandering samurai's hands - hoping he would not betray you like every other character you had come across.

It seemed too good to be true.

His hands - gently cleansing away your wounds with a shred of cloth from his own robes, dabbing at them with feathery touches to erase away the dirt clogging up within them.

You wondered, bitterly - when he would inevitably snatch up his sword and drive it through your chest with a cruel grin - demeaning you as life bled out of you.

But the sword remained untouched for the rest of the night.

Come morning sun - casting an orange glow upon the glimmering waters - your fever would be slowly, but surely retreating and your wounds would ache a little less.

The hours slipped away, as he spoke in a soft voice - of his travels, tales of the sea and stars - anything that came to mind. You found yourself grateful for it. It kept your mind off of the harsh reality, if only for a short while.

"Your Grace. I have done all I can for you at the moment, but I fear you will need more professional care. A change of clothes and something soft to rest on would be nice too, wouldn't it?"

You were too exhausted and worn out to argue as he supported your weaker frame - pulling you up and into his arms.

You sighed.

Would he deliver you to your doom, now?

It wasn't such a bad way to go, you supposed. He had lent your final hours some comfort, at least, and he hadn't been cruel. You could almost accept death if it was offered to you like this.

So, you allowed him to carry you away, closing your eyes as you rested your head against his chest, breathing in the subtle scent of lavender melons and naku weeds that clung to his robes. It felt nice to relax - to accept death.

Perhaps you should have done this sooner.

Death did not come, as you were to find out once you regained consciousness once more.

The ground beneath you swayed, ever so slightly - making you wonder if you were still out of it - as it certainly should not be doing that.

You found yourself atop a small mattress - thin, but still providing protection from the wooden floors beneath you. You were also quite...surprised to find your dirty clothes discarded on the floor beside you, and your half-bare body covered in gauze and bandages. The whiteness of the materials was tainted by a light shade of bronze, glimmering when the light peeking in through the small window hit it.

You crawled off the mattress and stumbled over to the window - only to be met with planes of blueish green waves meeting a light, clear sky above.

You were on the Alcor.

You staggered back onto your mattress, sitting down on it and staring at your surroundings in shock.

Why were you on the Alcor?

You strained to remember anything that could hint at it, only to draw blanks.

Until, it hit you.

Kazuha.

Just as you managed to connect the dots, the door was quietly opened - and the man himself rushed in as he saw you, up and awake as you were.

"Your Grace!" he rushed to your side, dropping the pile of cloth he'd been holding onto the mattress beside you. His gentle hands checked your injuries as you watched him in a daze. A fog was still upon your mind, clouding your judgement and slowing your actions.

"I'm glad you're awake, at last," he told you, holding your limp hand in between his as he stared into your eyes.

"At...last?" you managed to stammer out.

He nodded.

"The healers kept giving you herbs and teas that prolonged your sleep - to make your recovery easier," he glanced away, noticing your barely clothed form. "And to make sure you weren't in pain," he added, biting his lip. He grabbed the pile of clothing he'd brought with him.

"I figured you'd need something to wear, considering yours aren't in a great state - so I brought you some of mine." He rose to his feet and turned his back towards you as to not look.

"I'll let you get changed. You can meet me and the captain on deck once you're done."

"Okay...thank you," you muttered, and with that, the man was gone.

He seemed to be oddly nervous - perhaps it was embarrassment from seeing you in such a state? Or embarrassment over potentially embarrassing you?

You shrugged it off and dug into the pile. You'd find something to wear, hopefully.

In the end, you had slipped on a light nagagi, a pair of black hakama and a dark haori with crimson embroideries of maple leaves upon it. You slid on the sandals provided to you - and with a bit of stumbling and the grace of a newborn foal - managed to clamber up to the deck.

The gentle breeze wafted a wave of salt into your nostrils, reminding you that you were indeed, now sailing the seas. Scanning your surroundings, you could only barely make out the foggy visage of a city you were getting further and further from.

"Your Grace!" you heard the familiar voice of Kazuha call out to you.

You noticed him stood by the edge of the deck, leaning upon the railing with Captain Beidou stood beside him. You took in a shaky breath before approaching, the limp in your step and occasional flashes of pain within your eyes not going unnoticed by either.

You rest against one of the nearby beams, catching your breath. Walking was still quite straining despite how much better your wounds looked.

Beidou offered you one of her genuine smiles.

"Welcome to the Alcor, (Name)," she greeted you, not addressing you as formally as Kazuha was apparently hellbent on doing. The fair haired shorter man shot her a pointed look - which she ignored.

She had been well aware of the search for this so-called imposter. Ningguang had even asked her to keep an eye out, so that they may be brought to justice.

But there was no justice in what the world was doing to you, not in her eyes.

God or not - you were clearly weaker than your opponents, and very much unaware of what you'd even done wrong. And as Beidou she knew all too well what being prosecuted for something you are unable to change about yourself felt like.

There was no justice in beating an innocent person simply born with the face of the Creator to death. No dignity or justice in that.

So she was quick to offer her assistance, when Kazuha sauntered aboard with you - passed out and injured - in his arms.

"We won't rat you out to anyone, don't worry. I'm sure we can figure out this situation somehow without the use of violence," she told you.

You simply nodded and thanked her, before she was gone once more - off to do her duty as the captain.

Kazuha slid next to you.

"Your Grace? Are you hungry?" he asked, concern upon his usually composed face.

You shrugged.

"I guess. I'm mostly just...dizzy."

He nodded.

"Must be the aftermath of the medicine," he stated, before gently leading you to the lower decks once more to find the kitchen.

There, with access to more ingredients, he managed to whip up a tasty salad for you - something light and fresh for you, to avoid possible nausea.

For a brief moment, as he fed you small bites of the dish, ever so delicate with you, you wondered if you truly had died and ended up in heaven.

Your days onboard the Alcor passed quicker than you would have thought - with the soothing presence of Kazuha beside you, you were often supplied with gentle words - snippets of poetry the man composed at times. At night - he would tell you of the stars above if he caught your gaze upon them, his voice far off and immersed in the tales.

You had feared seasickness, at first - but the waters remained crystal clear and smooth while you were onboard. Not a single storm, or even dark cloud in the sky dared to approach your companions.

The crew was kind - tending to you as you healed, and more than a few of them had taken to Kazuha's tendency to call you by strange titles - especially after you managed to accidentally slice your finger while helping out on deck - spilling blood as golden as the shimmering treasure they hunted upon the wooden floors.

The crew and their captain were quick to notice the changes your presence brought onboard. The lack of any bad luck or weather - the bountiful treasures they found, easier than ever before. It was as though the world itself cradled you gently, providing for you and those around you.

Sickness was almost vanquished from the crew - no viruses spreading from visiting distant lands - nor had they had to encounter enemies to fight.

Over time, even the ever skeptical Beidou came to accept, that there was no doubt about your identity - leaving you as the only one not truly believing in such a thing.

On occasion, when the Alcor docked in harbors, you were obviously left onboard - hidden away from prying eyes for your own safety. You didn't mind much at first, but over time, you began to miss the land - the bustling streets you'd wonder as one of the many characters, and the adventure of the wilderness.

It was another such occasion - the crew off to stock up on food and water, you in your lavish cabin - the mattress long replaced with something more comfortable, and many treasures decorating the small space - gifts from the crew.

You gazed out of the small window with a sigh. For the umpteenth tine, you wished you had simply been born with a different face.

Sluggishly, you wondered over to the small mirror hanging up on one of the walls, taking in the sight of your cursed image.

The exhaustion - and injuries, were fading away - but all you could see was the face of the being that had condemned you to a life on the run from your favorite characters from your favorite game - something that used to comfort you as you slipped away from your worries behind a computer screen.

You traced the lines of your face, a frown forming upon your features.

You hated it.

You were too distracted by the darkness enveloping your mind to notice the dark clouds beginning to gather outside - premonitions of an upcoming storm. Too busy to hear the knock upon your door or the commotion beginning to form in Liyue harbor as citizens watched Teyvat's beautiful blue skies bleed into a bitter, angry ash.

Your nails dug into the wretched flesh, ignoring the gold beginning to pool under the pressure of the sharpness.

A gentle hand upon your shoulder shook you out of your thoughts.

"Your Grace?"

Kazuha.

You turned to face him, seeing his shocked expression morph into worry as he examined the golden welts upon your cheeks.

Without thinking, he leaned in closer, his eyes wide with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, using the sleeve of his robes to dab away at the shimmering beads upon your face.

You stared at him in a daze.

"Your Grace?"

You lowered your eyes.

"No."

"Huh?" he frowned, watching crystal teardrops pool within your eyes.

"I'm not...alright, Kazuha," you whispered, placing your hand upon his delicately.

"I hate this cursed face. It's brought me nothing but pain and scorn in this world!" You stepped away from him, whipping around to face the mirror. In a quick, irrational moment, you ripped it off the wall and slammed it onto the floor with a crash - sending shards flying across the room.

You released a quiet sob after a moment of silence, watching gold drip down your leg - from where a shard had nicked you.

Kazuha slowly lowered himself to one knee, gently wiping away the blood from the small scrape.

"How could you say that, your Grace?" he spoke quietly, an uncharacteristic unsteadiness to his voice.

"Because it's true," you answered, bitterness oozing from your words.

Kazuha rose to his feet once more and gently stroked your cheek with his knuckles.

"But your face is divinity itself. Were you even a mere human like me - I would be brought to my knees at the sight of its beauty."

You sniffled pathetically, lips quirking upwards in a tired smile.

"Always a poet, Kazuha."

He chuckled, the sound airy. It was as though the veil of tension had been eased off of the two of you ever so slightly, giving you room to breathe.

"That is my calling, I suppose," he replied, sighing in relief at the smile on your lips, however small it was.

You exhaled, tired. With a moment of hesitation, you stepped closer to him and rested your forehead upon his shoulder, placing your hand on his other.

He gently pushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

"I'm so tired of being on the run, Kazuha," you spoke quietly, voice muffled slightly by his clothing.

"I know. But try to think of it as...wandering, your Grace." He smiled, brows still tilted downwards in a hint of a frown.

You hummed quietly.

"Wandering, like you?"

He nodded.

"A wandering God and their faithful wandering samurai - awaiting the day the world repents for their crimes against them."

You laughed dryly.

"I think I like the sound of that."

He placed his face upon your head, inhaling your familiar, lovely scent.

"I think I do too, your grace."

And at least at that moment - as you held the man who had saved you and given you a new life aboard the Alcor, you felt a flicker of hope within you.

Hope that things would be okay, one day.

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin x reader #genshin cult au #sagau villain au #sagau imposter au #kaedehara x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #gn!reader

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foryoumyheroes · 4 years

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[Bakugou + Todoroki] are in love with the anime character [Name].

A/N: Gender-neutral reader Crackish??

Bakugou Katsuki:

He’s sort of picky with the genre, be it fantasy, horror, shonen, but his favorite character has to be a super cool, super powerful one. No excuses.

You know, the type of anime character that’s probably introduced through a silhouette of them posing dramatically with their notorious group whose image is teased throughout the first few episodes/seasons.

He goes pretty hard for All Might, and he’s definitely the same for your character.

Reads the manga (but he buys it super secretly, like in a hoodie at night and the cashier probably thinks that they’re being robbed until he brings the entire [Series] collection to the register). Watches the anime the moment it’s broadcasted, reads metas and watches youtube videos that talk about conspiracies/analyses of your character.

NO ONE CAN KNOW THOUGH.

He’s taking his anime phase to the grave.

For some reason gets super aggressive when you’re being flirty or being shipped with another character?? He hates all the scenes that tease any potential romance between you and other characters. asdfgj He’s like, “No one is good enough for [Name]!!! Except for me.”

He even tries to think up ways he can legitimately square up with them LMAO. Like he wonders how he could defeat your potential S/Os in a fight but y’all are like ,,, anime characters SO WHY DOES IT EVEN MATTER LOL

“Three-sword style?? Tch, I’d fucking blow that bastard to bits.”

“Who’s this Gaara of the Sand looking ass and why is the author getting so bold.”

He even tries to think of how well your abilities match up with his own Quirk, this dork.

THE LENGTHS HE WOULD GO FOR YOU.

If you were a real life person and your dislikes are lets say spicy food or loud, overbearing people, Bakugou would be like, “Tch I’m right, they’re wrong. Shut the fuck up!!!” But if his ultimate wifu/husbando has those dislikes he would be like, “Omg...😳😳 opposites attract...👉👈”

He honestly tries to be a low-key fan (as in, not be a fan at all to outsiders), but if one day during class Kaminari ends up saying that in [Series], you’re the weakest character in your group/squad, Bakugou would get super angry.

“Hey, Dunceface!! It’s so fucking obvious that you’re an anime-only fake fan, so don’t talk as if you know shit!”

Bakugou is those “um actually” ;; fans

Bakugou is a manga reader, so by the time your introduction scene or Ultimate Attack scene is being aired he becomes super OOC. He’s hyped for it for days, incredibly nervous at how the animators handle the scene.

By the time he watches it??

THE ANIMATION!! THE VOICE ACTING!! YOUR COOLNESS!!! PLS ORA ORA HIM IN THE CHEST!! HE’S BEGGING YOU! IF YOU’RE GOING TO UNISON RAID WITH ANYONE PLS LET IT BE HIM!!

He’s legitimately sweating buckets by the time the episode is over. A whole-ass fire hazard.

Probably knows how to play your character theme on the drums.

Omg but if your character dies/is hinted toward dying/or the most recent chapters ends with a cliffhanger where you’re fatally injured he will become legitimately depressed.

Like holes himself in his dorm room for a whole day without contacting anyone and with the blinds drawn type of depressed.

When he comes to class the next day with eye-bags and is slouching and his classmates think that something horrible has happened, it’s probably only Izuku who knows what’s going on.

He’ll say, “You’re upset about the most recent chapter of [Series], right? I know it must be hard for you right now.” He’ll give Bakugou an officially licensed rubber strap of your character and Bakugou will just ;; cradle it in his hands softly.

In complete seriousness, your character is probably someone who is strong physically, but publicly rallies for things like, “Failure is fine.” Your character arc would probably explore what it’s like being not good enough or feeling constantly disappointed, so he feels comfort in your character.

Todoroki Shoto:

In comparison to Bakugou, he’s probably a more low-key fan unintentionally, but goes just as hard.

Buys all of the merch, limited-edition or not, has your picture set as his phone lockscreen and homescreen, has a little acrylic charm of you on his phone, follows several fanartists that draw your character on social media. He buys enough merch that his room looks like a glorified shrine.

It’s canon that he reads manga, but I headcanon that he’s even less picky with his genres and willingly reads things like slice-of-life or shojo all the way to shonen or adult fantasy, so your anime could come from any possible story.

Your character is probably someone who is sweet and kind but has a traumatic character backstory.

He probably ends up thinking stuff like, “If [Name] was with me, I would never let them get treated like that.” asdhj he’s a dork too.

Unironically dramatically quotes you during battle and thinks that it’s still badass because he’s a teenage boy in his anime phase.

Doesn’t get into debates with people who don’t like your character. He’s like, “Everyone is entitled to their own opinion :)) even though they’re wrong. >:(.”

If you’re from a sports/competition anime he’ll try to learn all of the rules, and even try it out for himself (if it’s not fighting) but he finds out that he’s... not very good at it. That doesn’t make him any less amazed though!

If your character is from a different culture with different customs and traditions, he’ll even learn more about them outside of your anime!

Forces his siblings to watch the anime with him. They don’t necessarily have to, but the Todoroki household has one big TV and he hogs it all the time watching your anime over and over.

Natsuo is begging him to watch something else and Shoto will just pout angrily from the other side of the couch.( ￣＾￣)

It’s so jarring because he doesn't look or appear like a hardcore anime fan, but sometimes he’ll just butt into conversations randomly and talk about you.

Like you know those tumblr Naruto posts that talk about it as if it’s some sort of Renaissance literature. That’s Todoroki.

[”Man, they’re so hot--!”

“You want to see someone hot?” Todoroki asks with a perfectly straight face, and he’ll just... turn his phone around and show them a picture of an anime character.]

When his dad tries to set him up with someone else: “You think they’re my type? Do they watch [Series]? Do they know what true friendship is?? Do they understand pining and love the way [Name] does?”

Endeavor: who the FUCK is [Name].

Gets into fanfiction because of your character and series. He’ll just be reading on his phone during break times at school and everyone thinks that he’s being so well-read but he’s just reading pure smut with a straight face.

Doesn’t mind when you’re shipped with other characters necessarily but he is super picky. If your character is hinted toward a potential romance with another character that’s pretty crass and doesn’t necessarily treat you well but you’re sticking together through the power of friendship, he won’t ship it.

He’s just like “[Name] would be so much happier with someone else like me.” :////

And if your character goes through something traumatic or terrible during the series he’ll be so sad, like soooo sad. :((( Deku would probably be comforting him on the couch in the common room and everyone is concerned because he looks like he’s mourning a lost pet, but it turns out to be over some anime character pshhhsdfh.

Deku would just be patting his shoulder trying to console him and Todoroki’s just sitting there with a big frown on his face going, [“But they’ve been through so much throughout the anime already...”

“I know, Todoroki-kun, I know...”

“The author can’t do that to them... It’s just not fair.”

“I get it,” Midoriya says mournfully.]

Plot twist: They like the same anime character

They’ll probably find out when they have to retake the license exam together.

Todoroki will just take his phone out during off times and Bakugou’s eyes looks over because it’s drawn by the noise but then his head just snaps to the side when he realizes its a little charm of you, like, he’s going to get whiplash from that.

“What the -- is that [Surname] [Name]?!”

Like they have never really hung out together before this, so when they both first realize that their favorite character of all time is [Name] they’re left ,, just standing there ,,, pointing at each other like the spiderman meme.

At first they’re both inwardly excited because FINALLY someone cultured and with taste. They spend the entire time talking about your stats, your attacks, your post-timeskip character design, and your personality, and then they delve a little bit deeper and then they realize ,,, oh.

Bakugou says that you don’t belong with the dumb protagonist, you should be shipped with someone strong, confident and loud, but Todoroki is like noooooo they deserve to be with someone that treats them gently.

They connect the dots.

[“Bakugou, you aren’t compatible with [Name]. It says so in their trivia page.”

“Says you! They won’t want some bland-ass pretty boy! They would want a real man!”]

They’re such fanboys ;;; they do realize that you aren’t real, right asdfghj?

One day Kaminari and Sero separately invite them to an anime convention, but they both say no and that they have plans or “something better to do” that day.

Then Bakugou and Todoroki both turn up to the convention at the same place because they both reach for the last limited edition [Name] figure and they just stare at each other wide-eyed (ʘoʘ╬) like that.

They start verbally fighting each other over the last figure and then physically fighting each other andddd then they get kicked out of the convention.

Izuku ends up swooping in and getting the last box.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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So! Question about your parental F/Os...what kind of advice do they give you for various situations? I know you said they are supportive of you; how do they show it? What do they tell you whenever you need an extra bit of advice (for any scenario you feel like discussing) ☺️💗 I love you!

Rosieeee ~ 🥺💗 omg darling asdfghj 😭🥺 after the vivid daydreams I had the other night, I’m really feeling the love from my parents and I’m🥺🥺🥺

Thank you thank you thank you for sending this in! My parents are my longest standing F/Os ever and it means so much that I get to talk about them, especially with you!🥺💙 I love you too, darling, so so much!!!💜💜💜💜

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what kind of advice do they give you for various situations?

Mary’s not really the type to give advice. Mama’s absolutely favourite thing to do with me is to sit with me at the kitchen table with a pot of tea between us (I don’t like tea but I drink it because otherwise Mama would get up and make me a separate pot of coffee and she already works far too hard as it is and I don’t want her to do anything other than to relax when she’s with me). We usually sit opposite each other. Mary’s very intuitive and if she feels that I need some extra comfort, she will lay a hand, palm up, on the table. If I take it, it means that I have something to talk about. Mama will listen to me and she will respond to what I don’t say. If I’m struggling to motivate myself to study or to get out of bed or if there’s something I’m putting off, she will say something like, “it’s best to get it done now, Erika.” and there’s... gentleness on her face but there’s a spark of determination in her dark eyes which makes me want to do whatever it is that I’m delaying. Whatever the issue is, Mama makes me feel better with just a cup of tea, her hand in mine and one or two sentences which tell me that she understands. When we’re done with our talk, I get pulled up from my seat with a hug, and she kisses my forehead and tells me that she loves me. Most times, she’ll bring me to tears because I just love her so much that it hurts - I’m tearing up even typing this.

Henry is always the one I go to for advice. With my Father, I try (try being the operative word) to deal with things myself, but there’s only so long he will be patient in waiting for me to approach him. After maybe a few days of me obviously keeping something to myself (I can’t lie to my parents, they know me too well), Henry will find a way to get me alone. I like to do odd jobs around the house to help everyone out while I also do my studies and such (my Father is a man of science so my spare time is usually spent in his study so I can use his tomes and such to help me out), but at some point Father will step out of his study and say, “Erika, will you step in here a moment? I want to speak to you.” He is firm and usually I get a hot head and immediately feel like I need to run (I can’t deal with confrontation, it stresses me out) and his firmness will soften. His eyes will show tenderness and understanding and he’ll drop his voice into something soothing, “Let me help you, my child. Come, sit down.” He’ll lead the way (he’s in control of the situation, if only because he’s my Father and the head of the house so it comes very naturally to him) and we’ll sit in front of the fireplace together. He sits on his green leather armchair and... if I’m not crying already by this point, then I’ll sit opposite him on the part of the bookshelf which juts out and acts as a sturdy seat, but if I am already upset then I’ll sit on my Father’s lap. And... he’ll listen to me. I’ll talk until I can’t anymore and then there’s a few moments of silence while he reflects and thinks and then he’ll tell me a story about how he’s had an experience with this himself and that’s when I need to listen - my solution is in his story and if I’m not paying attention, I’ll miss it. Father doesn’t spoon feed me advice but he gives me the tools with which to find my own advice and I know if I get it right when I get a proud smile several days later!

Edward... omg😭😭😭 Edward doesn’t so much as give me advice as he gives me an outlet. If I want advice and guidance, I have Henry and Mary. If I want to rage or scream or cry, then I have my Papa. He doesn’t care what I do or when I do it or how I do it. And I mean, he literally... does not care. He’s as apathetic as someone can get but if there’s one person he’s protective of... it’s me. Within his apathy is my safety. When I want to rage, scream, cry... he’ll let me. He’ll stand there and let me give myself that outlet which I need, and he’ll wear a proud smirk the entire time. There are, not gonna lie, times I get so frustrated and existentially bored that I just wanna smash plates or do something destructive and during these times, Edward will find some plates (Henry sent out for them earlier that day and put them in a place only Edward (himself) would find) and he’ll let me do that... smash plates. We do this in the laboratory so the other staff members don’t find out and obviously either Mama or myself will clean it all up later. When I’m done raging, Edward will say, “are you quite finished?” or “How do you feel?”... sometimes my anger, once vented, turns into tears and Papa will just sigh (in genuine annoyance but also in relief because he managed to get through to me) and say, “come here” and I get a hug. My Papa’s hugs hit me in a way Mama’s and Father’s don’t; I love them all dearly, but Edward is the parent I’m closest to. I don’t know why but it’s probably because he was the side who conceived me; I’ve never asked and he’s never told but it’s clear even so. Sometimes Papa wakes me up at three or four AM (if I’m not already awake; I’m a night owl) and we’ll go lay outside on the flagstones and look up at the stars and we’ll talk about anything and everything. I can say whatever I want and none of it will be repeated; my anger makes him laugh because it amuses him how free within myself I am (and he’s so proud, too!). I give my Papa that space to do and be as he wants to, as well. Papa and I give each other freedom and we’re the only two in the household who can do that for each other. We have a strange relationship but the love is so strong.

I know you said they are supportive of you; how do they show it?

Mary is the most outwardly supportive parent. She’s extremely in touch with me and she shows me support through her actions. Mama’s only ever known the roles of housemaid and mother, and she can switch back and forth between the two flawlessly, though I’m sure it costs her more energy than any of us are aware; including her, I suspect. I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m studying but Mama takes it upon herself to, in her spare moments, bring me a fresh cup of coffee or maybe some food if she knows I haven’t eaten for a while. She never asks me when the last time I ate was because she knows I won’t give her an honest answer, so she does it of her own accord. Her instincts are very sharp. She doesn’t do it all the time because she’s extremely busy, but the fact that she does it at all means the world. Father and I usually forget to eat and such when we’re working so Mama’s usually gently lecturing one or both of us at least once a day. Mama shows her support in small ways but she does them often enough that she may as well say the words aloud, for I can hear those sentences in everything she does: I support you. I’m proud of you. I’m here for you. I love you. She says these things as often as she shows them.🥺 I try to show Mama that I support her too and as often as she does things for me, I do things for her. Many a time I’ve done a small job around the house just because it’s quick and easy and I make the time away from studying to help. She never asks me to help, she never tells me how hard she works, but I know, and that’s exactly why I do it. Her shy smile when she goes to do something and realises someone’s already done it (she always knows it’s me; mothering instinct, I suppose, though perhaps someone saw me and told her) is reward enough.

Henry shows his support by holding me accountable. When I say I’m going to do something, he expects me to do it. It could be anything - washing my hair, studying for an hour more or less, going to bed early, getting up early... If I end up not doing it, then he’ll make his disapproval known. He won’t say it out loud, but the frown on his face makes me feel so guilty and it pushes me to do and be more in the following days to make up for it. The only time he won’t disapprove if I don’t do whatever I said I was going to is if something happened which was outside of my control. I’m harsh on myself, anyone who knows me knows this, and Father understands what that’s like so he tries to help me to do things the first time I mention it. If it’s a serious thing, like studying more or less, then he’ll “happen” to walk into the room and check my progress. He takes an interest in my studies, having studied much of it himself when he was younger, and if I get stuck on something then he’ll take on a lecturer tone until I understand it. He has a way of putting things which turns even something convoluted into something which I can understand; I’m not stupid but sometimes I get so inside myself that I can’t see the forest for the trees and Father’s good at fixing my perspective and exposing me to new ideas. As I explain my progress, his pride becomes more and more obvious and the older I get, the more I realise that in the end... Father will always be proud of me, even if he doesn’t approve of my actions or how I approach a situation. His approval is expressed just like his disapproval and sometimes I have to really look to see which of the two it is; he suppresses so much of himself that it can be hard to read him sometimes. A quick conversation with Mama always helps in these instances!

Edward shows his support by picking up the pieces. He’s my biggest emotional support and I may be an adult but that doesn’t ever stop me from climbing into my Papa’s bed if I can’t sleep because I’m so stressed I can barely think for myself. It doesn’t stop me from braiding my hair so that it curls like his does; I’m his daughter whether I do this or not and he frequently and gently tugs on my braids with a pleased smirk on his face to remind me of this fact, but I do it because it makes me feel closer to him. It’s something I’ve done since I was sixteen and realised that I could do what I wanted with my hair because it’s mine. It’s a tradition, a way for me to say that I love my Papa in a way only the intended hears (though of course everyone in the house knows about it and many a time Mama will help me to braid my hair). I climb into his bed only sometimes, on the truly rough nights when I need someone to cut my soul in two, to carve out the bits too damaged to heal and replace them with something I can work with. Edward truly doesn’t care at all about anyone or anything outside of him but he loves me (and Mama) fiercely. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for either of us and that means that when the day’s out and I’m tired and yet somehow unable to sleep because there’s so much to do and so little time, I can safely crawl into his bed. I somehow always know when it’s Papa and not Father, it’s like a tugging within me, a puzzle piece in my stomach that fits only when Papa’s awake, and even at 3 AM I can simply walk into his room, slip into bed... and he’ll roll onto his back and reach out for me at the same time. “Sleep, child.” The fact that only I and Mama can do this makes it all the more special. There’s nothing to be romanticised about falling apart but Papa picks up my pieces and helps me to fit myself back together. When at last I’m asleep, he’ll go and cause havoc in the late night streets and woe betide anyone he comes across - adult, child... no one’s safe from Mr. Hyde. Except me and Mama. When I wake, he’ll be gone, but those moments with him, I treasure.

What do they tell you whenever you need an extra bit of advice (for any scenario you feel like discussing)

Scenario: I’m unable to see the forest for the trees due to overthinking and I can’t sleep because of it.

Mary knows this feeling well, especially towards the later half of the novel/film. Her journal entries become more cluttered, more disorganised and multiple times she doesn’t understand anything which is happening but she carries on because what else can she do? So Mama often tells me to write down what I’m feeling. Even after we’ve had a conversation in the kitchen, she will tell me to write down things which are in my mind, to “get it all down onto the page” and then if I want to, I can show her the pages afterwards, the next day when I’ve time to think and to reflect and to be for a time. She will read the pages and then while she’s sat there, she’ll ask questions as they occur to her and together we work through my problems. It’s not necessarily that she gives me advice, but she stays and she helps me to work things out logically and she doesn’t give up on me. Even when I’m at the point where I don’t know what to do, Mama’s there with kind eyes, a gentle smile and an outstretched hand. I always take it. Just having Mama there gives me strength... I want to make her proud, to live a life she’s proud of. We will sit at the kitchen table like we always do and we will talk and simply spend time together; sometimes that’s all I need. At some point, we’re both going to reach the point where we’re ready for bed and she will walk me to my bedroom. “For when would you like to be woken up?” - whatever time I tell her is the time she will wake me up so I have to think about it and if I can’t come up with a decision on the spot then the decision is handed over to Father. I could stay in bed all day if I got my way (and it’s happened often enough because my body likes sleep a bit too much) so Father makes sure I don’t wreck my sleeping schedule by waking me when he thinks he should (never less than seven hours from the time I go to bed and I’m always gently woken up). If it’s an especially rough night then Mama will come and sit down with me and I’ll rest my head in her lap. She’ll play with my hair and talk to me mindlessly, just like I’m her journal... except I can respond back. In this way, we advise and comfort each other and we stay together. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other.

Henry is often up late. He and Papa don’t have much of a routine with who’s awake and when so he’s usually exhausted and he sleeps at all hours of the day and night. So if I can’t sleep, then I’m out of bed and in front of his study door before I have even fully registered that I’ve moved. When the house is quiet and the staff has gone to bed, Father leaves the study door open so that Mama and I know that we can go in and talk to him if we want to. With darkness comes the end to daily responsibilities and duties, and we are free to interact with each other in any way we want to. I hover most often in the doorway because I don’t want to disturb Father but after a few moments I’ll go in and sit with him. If he’s busy working then he may not respond to me right away but at some point I will be greeted. There are times I can’t sleep because I know Father isn’t okay and even if he waves off my concerns, I’ll stay with him while I do my own thing until I’m so tired I need to go to bed. In these instances, I’ll be sent to bed with a tender smile, “go on to bed, Erika. You’ve done all you can for me tonight.” and with much hesitance I’ll do as he says but not before I tell him that he is loved. During the nights I’m the one who needs the comfort though, Father will be the one to follow my lead. Whether I speak or not, he’ll hear me. If I get upset and cry, I’ll be pulled into his lap, “Oh, my brave child.” He doesn’t ask me to talk to him about my problems, but in this state, with Father holding me, I can’t not and everything comes pouring out. He’s silent the whole time and then in a logical order he’ll ask me questions and assess the situation, whatever it is, as he does so. That night brings no comfort except cuddles but in the morning, I’ll be called into his study and Father will make everything better to the best of his ability. Sometimes he gets upset because I’m upset so his cuddles are as much for me as they are for him. If I truly cannot sleep, then I can stay with him in his bed for the whole night, but that is only for emergencies or extreme circumstances - Papa’s freer with affection than Father is but even so, I cherish every moment.

Edward again, doesn’t say much... but he shows it. I said earlier that I can slip into his bed for cuddles if I know he’s the one awake, but sometimes he’s not awake when I go to bed and Father is the one I say good night to... if these two things coincide, then Papa is the one who comes into my bed in the middle of the night. I’ll wake up to the mattress dipping and the smell of whiskey will be enough for me to know that the dark mass beside me is my Papa. During these very rough emotional times for me, Papa won’t say anything... until I start talking. He asks all the right questions to keep me talking and he works everything out while I talk. He’s quick, sharp, and very ready to call me out on any bullshit. Too harsh on myself? He’ll snap at me to stop it. Not working hard enough? He’ll tell me. Where others may soothe and comfort me, Papa won’t if he knows it’s not what I need in that moment. Sometimes self-care is cuddles, but sometimes self-care is discipline and getting things done and Papa knows that line as well as I do; I walk it every day and no matter which side of the line my feet land on, Papa’s there to set me to rights and help me to find my balance again. To put it bluntly, Papa is harsh and to the point with me and though it feels bad in the moment (that’s why he cuddles me at the same time - it takes the bite out of his words and means I don’t get upset), by the morning, it turns out that his harshness was exactly what I needed. He says what he means and he means what he says and I lean on him so much even on my best days because of this. He won’t give up the fight until he believes he’s done a good enough job. If that means re-hashing the same conversation for hours on end, then so be it. He and I both know that one night with my Papa can soothe days of pain. It’s not unusual for us to be up all night speaking and then being woken in the early afternoon - and when I do get out of bed gone noon, everyone in the house knows what must have happened in the night. No one ever believes that Edward Hyde is the cause of my raised spirits (except Father and Mama), but that makes our bond even more special.

I love them dearly. I always have and I know that I always will.

#loveletterstoledger #self-shipping #parental f/os #mary reilly

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moonlightjeno · 4 years

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so like when youre free maybe you could do roommates!au + enemies to lovers + “you have the emotional capacity of a brick.” from the prompt list with im-not-even-gonna-say-his-name-because-you-know-it? hopefully with a happy ending idk maybe theyve both been burying their feelings for some time? dont push yourself and you dont have to do it if you dont want to 🥰 ly so much bubs ❤❤

asdfghj im so so so sorry this took me ages to actually write !! i do hope you like it’s seriously like just pure fluff and some small tiny angst but basically I want a jeno after this and you know why.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: [roomate!au] + [enemies to lovers] + [“you have the emotional capacity of a brikc”]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: f l u f f and full on crackheads. this is a mess

creds to @mozartwasajungkookstan ,, ty for the help on how to start this!

Having a roommate or really lack thereof was nothing like the movies, especially when lee jeno was involved. It’s not like you saw him often, he seemed to spend most of his time either in his room the only sound coming either grunts or the click click of the video game controller that he seemed to be attached to dearly. You were almost sure he talked more to the tv screen in his room and his phone was six other voices would at times come through, seeping through the door.

When your old roommate had suggested you move in with jeno, you had initially agreed. From what you’d heard from her he wouldn’t get much in your way, loved animals so wouldn’t mind you bringing your cat and he was cute. Jeno was the epitome of a perfect roommate according to the paper in front of you and Jaemin who’d had to leave you and therefore make you move because of a modeling gig he’d been presented halfway across the world. The boy at least had shown you pictures of the boy who you’d be spending the rest of the year with and when you’d first seen them you couldn’t deny that he was easy on the eye. The pictures that jaemin had shown you had done him no justice, had been your first thought when you’d the boy who’s black hair had been pushed back, clothes clinging to his body from sweat, a result of what you had later learned was from a late dance practice you had been stunned. The initial stun of his beauty quickly faded the moment he opened his mouth only to close it back up again, and turn around leaving you in the entrance hall.

The relationship between the two of you didn’t grow much from the initial encounter. It seemed that jeno would either spend too much time outside and come back to your apartment marks left along his neck where he would maybe wave a hi to you, and if it was a good day wouldn’t complain about you taking up most of the space in the living room. On your defense, he never used it either way. At least that’s what you thought, it had never occurred to you that the boy was to shy to disturb you, or that anytime he would come in the living room only to find you concentrated, most of the time scribbling over papers across the desk that he didn’t want to bother you. Especially when you looked kinda cute, all concentrated on whatever it is you were working on, he never asked never dared to.

Three months into the rooming and it seemed that you had traded the boy you loved and had grown to be one of your closest friends for a stone-cold dark-haired boy. Jaemin was a foil to jeno in every way possible that the english dictionary could come up with. Where jaemin would greet you by the door almost every day, and was ready to give you a hug and talk about your day to no end jeno wouldn’t. The most jeno would do was tell you what the weather was outside on the occasion you went out to get the groceries, but in the times of a global pandemic, those were few. No relationship seemed to blossom, not that either of you put much effort into making any sort of conversation, the most you would get out of jeno were vague nods or “mmhhhmmm” that always had you questioning if he was agreeing or disagreeing with you. It had seemed to become a sort of talent to be able to distinguish between the different noises that jeno would make, most of them when you were involved in the speech were negative. That is what one would gather from the low tone that would come from grunts, half of the time it was jeno not every really knowing what to say on the subject of the human body and it’s many muscles, he was a dance major he didn’t know.

Five months and quarantine hits your city. It��s during moments in quarantine that you are grateful for it and the organized chaos it brings with it in the apartment. Well peace is you considered music blasting through the household as jeno practiced his dance and choreographed new routines while zooming with his even louder group of friends. The pumping music though made up because when you would see jeno a smile or the ghost of one would grace his features, and you two would at times, very small times would make conversation about the weather. Talking about the weather had truly just become a joke, as neither you or jeno could actually leave the apartment. Nevertheless, jeno never failed to remind you when it was going to rain, it was both sweet and slightly annoying you couldn’t quite decide. It was on rare days, when you would get back from a daily grocery shop run you would find dinner prepared. Too much of your surprise it had been edible the last two times he has cooked, and though not much conversation flowed between the two of you it seemed this hate to hate relationship had become a more of acquaintances to acquaintances. It was progress, and you couldn’t help but smile at it.

There were times when you looked at him, times when you two though wouldn’t talk to each other but would decide that on that night you would maybe attempt to get along better. These scenarios tended to end up happening from the constant nagging that jaemin put you both through, a constant “just talk” and “i swear they aren’t as bad as you think” and you couldn’t forget his most recent one that drove you nuts to no end “are you sure you don’t just you know like him?”. The phone conversation tended to end with a beep the second those words left his mouth, only for jaemin to text you about it continually. You were happy when that jaemin lived so far away in those moments if not you were sure he would have died either from you or jeno. It was one of the rare things you two agreed on.

“So… what movie do you wanna watch?” you posed the question, not expecting much of an answer apart from maybe a shrug or a complaint on why were the two of you doing this again.

“Ummm, are you good with avatar? I haven’t watched it in a while and the sequel is supposed to come out” the suggestion left you gaping at him, eyes wide at the fact he had directed more than five words to you.

“Hold up” the awe in your voice was very much present which caused jeno to turn around and look at you, “did you just actually give me a sentence?” you couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on your lips and it only grows when you see jeno, biting his lip a small attempt to stop his smile from showing.

“And…” you move closer to him, sitting in front of him one hand pointing slightly at his lips, “are you smiling?” you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips, and soon jeno has joined you. Though he stops quickly the moment you see him looking at you, a genuine smile on his face.

“Whatever. Just play the movie” he grunts, shifting his boy to face the tv and hugging your cat next to him. If it weren’t for the fact that you were almost sure you’re cat loved jeno more than he loved you, even if jeno was allergic to them you would have tried to rob him back. But this was the most you’d gotten out of jeno and you sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin it.

“I’m on it, i’m on it” you mumble, as you search through your disney+ account expecting to find the last few shows and movies you’d been binge-watching cars a childhood favorite of yours right at the top and avatar which at this point you almost thought you watched religiously right next to it. The moment the screen showed Cars, you heard a cough from beside you. Your glare on jeno made him look at you slightly eyes narrowing before he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Why is Cars on here?” the question seemed to mock you and you only smiled.

“Nostalgia. Why?” the movie brought up the fun and happy memories from when you were younger, you had watched it so many times the dvd had broken.

“So it’s not because it’s just a bad movie and you wanted to make fun of it?” and just like that, you’re ready to fight jeno, even if the way his hair fell slightly across his eyes from not being cut in months, and the way is he moved just slightly you could see the muscles shift from beneath his white shirt.

“Are you mocking Cars?”

“Maybe. It has no emotional value” is his response, followed by a shrug as he turns again to face the tv eyes darting from the tv to you from his side-eye. Oh that’s it. You think bitterly before grabbing the pillow behind you and hitting jeno full face, your power yell leaving your lips. The thud the pillow makes as it collides with jeno’s face and the yelp that leaves his lips and you smile.

“The fuck was that for?” he’s looking at you again, arms crossed against his chest, your cat no longer in sight.

“Because you” the emphasis on the word is caused by another hit in the shoulder, “have the emotional capacity of a brick.” jeno’s face is the only answer you need before you settle back into the couch, a proud grin adorning your face, until you are pulled by the waist a shriek leaving your lips. In some way you can’t fully understand you are now sitting on jeno’s lap, his face only centimeters from yours, and you can see the light specks of gold that swirl in his dark eyes.

“No” the word is a whisper, and he moves closer to you, “i” you can feel his hands on your waist holding you in place “don’t” the movement is too fast for you too process but one moment your breaths are mixing and a noise you can’t place is in the background, and the next he’s kissing you.

kissing jeno like everything related to jeno is nothing like you expected but everything you wanted. It’s slow and warm, and your hands come up behind his neck playing with the loose strands of hair. Kissing jeno is a new feeling, a way of conveying emotions when words between you two have always failed, and maybe just maybe it’s a confession because when you pull apart foreheads touching each other love-struck smiles on both of your faces you realize jeno isn’t that bad.

“See?” a small peck to the lips, “my emotional capacity is beyond your reach” a grin replaces the small smile, “and i like you” another kiss, this time to the corner of your mouth and you thank the dark lights in the room from hiding the warmth from your cheeks. A small hmmm leaves your lips in response before you kiss him again, “i guess i like you too”

#neowriters #dreamwritersnet #nct x reader #jeno x reader #Luna Writes #lee jeno #jeno nct #jeno imagines #jeno scenerios #fanfic #lee jeno imagines #lee jeno scenerios #jeno scenerio

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years

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GEARBOX THIS IS EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED THAAAAHAHAHAANK YOUUUUU

FUCK OKAY TRAILER BREAKDOWN BECAUSE I AM LOOOOOOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS TRAILER HOOOOOLY SHIT

POSSIBLE PSOILERS??? MAYBE? GOD DDDDDAYMN WHAT A WAY TO GET BACK INTO THE THEORY SCENE LMAO

SO FIRST OF ALL I’M NOT CERTAIN THIS IS RELATED TO THE BARMAN/SECOND STARS CULT QUEST I FOUND IN THE FILES AS SOME PEOPLE SUGGESTED, BUT I WILL ADMIT IT IS SUSPICIOUSLY SPECIFIC. MAINLY ABOUT A CULT AND THE FACT WE SEE A BAR HANGING OUT IN THE TRAILER, BUT HEY, I AM NOT GOING TO MAKE ASSUMPTIONS RIGHT NOW I AM JUST GOING TO ENJOY THIS WHILE I CAN

ANd breathe in

breathe okay

okay

im okay.

i’ve watched this trailer like 15 times already oh my god it’s so good. i wasnt so hyped about the casino dlc bc, like, i already spoiled myself on it BUT THIS IS (AS FAR AS WE KNOW) UNCHARTED TERRITORY AND

IT’S TECHNICALLY A WATER PLANET

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

okay

i will stop using caps

for the most part

hhhhhhh

okay.

let’s just be calm. i got this

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS THOUGH????

oh ym goD

the fucking lighthouse sent me. i just. i went feral for a solid hour and a half. just wheezing on my test. i fell onto the floor at one point, don’t remember when. it was so fucking good, i couldn’t feel my goddamn hands

;-; its so beautiful i could stare at this all day hhhhhhh

i just

hhhhhhhhhhhh

oh ym godddd ;-;-;-;-;-;-;

it’s so fucking beautiful

i can’t

okay

we see the gun/health station under the lighthouse so it’s not really THAT big, and we can see a town in the distance. running across the ice sheets is giving me HUGE southern shelf vibes which i am in love with. this whole aesthetic is just ;w; so good

there’s a catch a ride in that town as well so we know this area is fairly big (which is confirmed in a later shot)

and oh my GOD can you imagine seeing some big ol beast lurking beneath the surface of the ice sheets hohhhh

MAN

okay sorry im still not oevr this its just so fckign good

inside the belly of the beast rotting Monster and OHHHHHHHHHHH THE IMPLICATION-s of that. of that. im calm.

we get a look at 2 new enemies and mmmmmm we get a better look at them later on so just look how fuckig beautiful thsi area is with its acid that’s probably rotting stomach acid and AAAAAAAA

first close up of the town, giving me really big uhhhh we happy few vibes? which im not complaining about

TENTACLES asdfghj

anywway more toen, bridge looks like like athenas which is DOPE im hype for more athenas-esque architecture

the TOWNss oh my god im so im love with this aesthetic god. damn.it i need this injected directly into my veins like right N O W

also the bridge is going over another pool of acid, which the tentacle is coming out of. i imagine this monster was sorta acid based, which is funny. since. frozen water planet. and it’s OOZY too. oozy boy means the eridians didn’t make this one! ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

hm who’s ready to face the unintended consequences of our actions?! NOT THE ERIDIANS WHOOO BOY (you cannot tlel me that there are mantakores on this planet and not say there was eridian fuckering going on nooOOPE)

also, side note, DIGGING the spike pit under the house on the bottom right. hope we get to explore that bad boy

ALSO

who are you mysterious figure whose cape billows in the wind? are you just part of the environment?? MAYBE

more town

first look at that BEAUITUFL red barrier which OOOOH I WANNA TOUCH SO BADLY

look at it

LOOK AT IT

NOODLE BOWL

EATS??? food place?? im not sure i can’t read, Jared, 19

see s-ar(?)ed??

THAT

THAT IS BEAUTIFUL

doesn’t look like a corporation shield (no corporation gunk lying around either) and we do know red glowy shit is the New Eridian Aesthetic, so im just saying.

it could be a corporation tho, mostly because uhhh later shots

hold up

that’s not uhhhhhhhhhhh

yeah it CAN’T BE lol

cursetown - something something

these red thingies are probably just rotting monster flesh but it does look very similar to the vines on nekrotefeyo

given how worried wainwright looks i imagine him and hammylocks are being coerced into the whole marriage thing in order to complete a ritual

i mean no judgement but that red background is absolutely garrish for a wedding

1. pirate ship??? please??? look at all the mist outside and the wooden bars

god PLEASE can i get a pirate ship. CNA I PLEASE GET A PIRATE SHIP

Captain scarlett wsan’t enoughhhh

2. why the fuck does she have a tail

DJ Midnight performing Saturday: The Dark Mix Deep W???? Hear The Voices (hmmm) and Let The Music Enter You

gee i wonder if this is cultist propaganda

I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU PEOPLE ARE

BUT YOUR TIMING

SUCKS

IIIII AM HERMEAUS MORAAA

no wait wrong game

BUT BRO TENTACLES COMING OUT OF THE MAGIC PORTALS???? UFCKF UEYS THIS FITS PERFECTLY INTO H2O A- i mean, damn haven’t we got enough tentacles from the destroyer?? wow gearbox... heh. hm.

SO I AM WONDERING IF MAYBE THE GREEN UNDER THE BRIDGE AND SUCH ISN’T LIKE CORROSIVE ACID BUT MAYHAPS SOME SORT OF MAGIC SLUDGE COMING OFF THE BIG OL MONSTER BOY THAT THESE CULTISTS ARE HARNESSING TO TAP INTO something. i lost steam. but i mean MAGIC PORTALS

and we all know where teleportation takes us

MANTAKORES!!! WHICH MEANS ERIDIAN INTERVENTION SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE

they seem like fire/ice boys which i absolutely adore

THIS SHOT IS SO COOL OH MY GOD

LIKE I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN IT JUST LOOKS D O P E

WHAT IS THIS??

WHAT IS THIIIS??

CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR JACKET

OH ALSO

I MENTIONED IT IN ANOTHER POST BUT THIS

REMINDS ME A LOT OF THIS

IM SURE THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NO CORRELATION BUT I THOUGHTIT WAS FUNNY

ALSO REMEMBER THE BLACK EYES THING I HAVE A WHOLE THINGIE THING IMMA BRING BACK OT IT JUST HOLD TIGHT

THIS SHOT?? OH MY GOD? IT’S LIKE A MOVIE????????? I LOV EI LOVE IT LIV E OT

nND THE WOLFIE BOYS THATTHE ARTICLE MENTIONS

UCKING TENTACLES HFDGDHFGJKH THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL OH MY GOD

HE’ SGOT TENTACLE ARMS LIKE MOTHERFUCKING CHADAM

BRO IM

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AND A GUN THIS MOTHERFUCKER STILL HAS A GUN

WHAT A MAN

MORE TECHONOLOG Y THAT IM SURE PLAYS A ROLE IN THIS SOMEHOW

BEAUTIFUL

WE SLAM THIS DUDE UP AGAINST A WALL SO HARD SHE/HE/THEY (I ASSUME SHE BC WE CAN’T SEE HER FACE AS A COMMON TROPE)

BREAKS THE WINDOW WHICH LOOKS SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE A WINDOW ON SANC-III BUT IM NOT MAKING ANY ASSUMPTIONS

also red SPARKS WHICH REMIND ME OF ERIDIANS AGAIN

also her whole helmet thingie??? very Guardian-like

THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS GIVING ME HUGE HECTOR/KEY/PLANT/ERIDIANBULLSHITTERY VIBES THEY EVEN HAVE THE GLOWING SACS OF OOOOOOOZE

which is another point to the “green sludge is magic/connected to their powers somehow” theory. hmmm i hope we mix neon green and eridium purple. purple/green is my favorite color combo. and ugh with the lovecraftian vibes? be still my beating heart!

WINNIE SHOOTING SOMOHE

i fucking LOVE the laces on this shotgun. so fucking pretty omfg

magic circle MAGIC CIRCLE MAGIC CIRCLE

also new chest it looks like

BROO??? HOLY SHIT?????????

JABBER WOLF!! SO FUCKING COOL

THAT SKULL MOUTH IS SO FUCKING DOPE IT LOOKS LIKE TROY’S TATTOO

ohhhhhhHHHHHH THE MOON IS GREEN TOO DON’T DO THI GEARBOX IM GONNA SCREAM IF THERE’S ANOTHER ALTERNATIVE ERIDIUM

THIS SHOT OHHHH

THE BAR LOOKS FUCKING FANTASTIC OH MY GOD

shots SHOT SHOTS SHOT SHOTS HTOSHSTOHSOHTS

dND the MERFOLK TAIL ON THE FAR RIGHT I DON’T GIVE A FUUUCK WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS THAT’S MER TAIL THAT’S A TAIL FUCK U

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YSEY SEYSEYSE BIGGG

THE BARTENDER OHOH

HAVE I MENTIONED THE GIANT FUCKING MUSHROOMS BTW

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM GETTTING SUCH DRAGONBORN DLC VIBES I LOVE IT

SWEETFRUIT VILLAGE BTW THAT’S IMPORTANT

YOU ALLL LOOK SO FUCKING AMAZING OH MY GOD

the bartender!!!! his glasses!! AND THE VOICE MODULATOR???

the netch looking boys are called

slithercresses btw and THEY LOOK STUNNING

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NEW RED CHESTS??? LOOK ERIDIAN TO ME

WHICH MIGHT MEAN------

ALSO THE DIMENSIONAL TRANSFER PROGRAM ON SANC-III WHERE BBY BOY MAUREICE MAKES US A PORTAL TO HELL??? WHICH GREEN OOZE WHICH IS “HECKTOPLASM” BUT MAYBE ACTUALLY N O T

THE STAR OF THE SHOW BABY GIRL GAIGE WHO’SACTUALLY OLDER THAN ME NOW FUUUUUUUUCK

YOU’RE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL II LOVE YOUR NEW GOGGLES

H??????????????

POSSIBLE NEW PSYCHOMASK UNLESS HE’S JUST GROWING THOSE BONE HORNS IN WHICH CASE YOU GO MAN IM PROUD OF YOU

TENTACLE GUNNNNNN WHICH BETTER LPAY A PART ERIRDIANS YOU FUCKS

THIS PLACE IS WHY I THINK THIS MIGHT BE RELATED TO S O M E CORPORAITON? BUT THEN AGAIN IT MAY JSUT BE THE CULT HEADQUARTERS OR WHATEVER, THAT RED BUBBLED MANSION LOOKS P HQ

FOOD CARTS AND ALSO WHATEVERS IN THAT SWINGING BAG LOOKS LIKE BONES HELL YEAH

this this THIS THIS THIS THIS WHAT IS THIS A NEW CIRCL E OF SLAUGHTEr? ERIDIAN???

THEYRE PUMPING SOMETHING INTO/OUT OF THE CORPSE!!!!!!! ALSO

mutaTED FEET

[something] world! with a skull symbol on the side

both green btw

god YES I LOVE GREEN AND PURPLE IM SO HAPPY

SAILOF HOLE

hammylocks helping us with a fight by some bones and more wolfie boys!!!! i love these little dudes

FIRE MUTATED SLUGS AAAAAAAAA THEYRE SO COOL

ns tHEY CUR L UP INTO BALLS AND ROLL AT YOU LIKE KRAGGONS

AND I WONDER HOW THE SLUGS MUTATED IS IT POSSIBLY THE G R E E EN?

AND THEIR SHELLS LIKE SUCC UP LAVA?????????????

THESE BRAIN-Y BOYS

SO BLUE I LOVE THEM

AND MORE GREEN MIST BY THE WAY OWOWOWOWOWO

another look at a baddie with STUDS THIS TIME

A MAGIC WARLOCK TYPE BADDIE THIS TIME AND HE SUMMONS A STAFF AND ALSO I THINK THAT’S ERIDIUM CANNISTER BEHIND HIM

AND IT HAS SIMMILAR TENTACLESTO THE GUNS DO YOU THINK WE’RE FINALLY GOING TO GET ANA NSWER ASA TO WHY OUR GUNS ARE A L I V E

MORE SNAIL DUDES AND THE GREEN STUFF IN THE BACKGROUND M A N I LOVE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA SNAILS

OOOOOZE

BACK AT IT AGAIN IN MY CYCLONES

GREEN FUCKING PUDDLES

B O N E S FUCKING I HOPE THIS EXPLAINS HOW THE SKAGS ON PANDORA GOT SO FUCKIN LARGGO OUTSIDE OF JUST ‘YEAH THE SEASONS’

this

THIS

ONE

THIS LOOKS LIKE A SAURIAN THE ARMORED ONES THE BASHY ARMORED ONES THAT START WITH ‘C’

TWO THAT GUN IS KICKASS

IT’S GLOWING G R E E N AND IT HAS ***THE TENTACLE BARREL***

OHHHH IM SO READY FOR AN EXPLANATION GEARBO X PL E ASE

GIVE IT TO ME

ALSO THIS

IM EXCITED ABOUT

PROBABLY RELATED TO SWEETFRUIT VILLAGE BC THE MUSHROOMS MAYBE THEY USE IT TO MAKE BOOZE MUSHROOM BOOZE EW

WHY IS HE GRAY?????? HE’S NOT WEARING A JACKET MAYBE HES CRYO-FLAVORED

more sluggus THESE ARE GREEN FLAVORED :O

also, side note

PLEASE TLEL ME THIS WAS INTENTIONAL GEARBOX

LEMME SLAP BLANE’S ASS

YOU *GUYS* PLEASE

BUBBLE MANSION??? GREEN OOZY VILLAIN THAT GOT SLMAMED INTO A WALL??? BABY BABY GIRL

THE R E D

and she’s USING A TENTACLE GUN TOO

THAT’S GOTTA MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT

hhhhhhHHHHH

also ther’e sa fridge on the left lol

also the consoles look similar to that one shot with zane which is why i believe this is part of that bubbled-y mansion.

YES ES YES YES YES YESY SYEYSE

I WANNA RIDE THE SKY TRAM SO BAD PLEASE

I WANNA REENACT UNTIL DAWN

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEEEEEEED

ALSO NOTE THE EYES

AND THE PURPLE HOW IT LOOKS LIKE AN ERIDIUM PURPLE

ANYWAY I HA[VE TO GO EAT FOOD NOW BUT GO LOOK AT THIS LINKN

I LOOKED UP THE NAME OF THE PLANET AND MYTHOLOGY AND NOTHING CAME UP, BUT GOOGLE RECOMMENDED ME

T H I S

https://pantheon.org/articles/l/lycurgus.html

AND MAN OH MAN

“FAMOUS FOR HIS PERSECUTION OF DIONYSUS” THE GOD OF P A R T I E S LIKE IDK A WEDDING PARTY, WHICH FORCED YA MAIN MAN DIONYSUS TO <JUMP INTO THE OCEAN> WHICH COULD HAVE SOME RELATION TO THE TENTACLES

OH AND ALSO LYCURGUS WAS THEN <<<BLINDED>>> WHICH COULD PLAY A PART IN THE BLACK OOZY EYES EVERYONE HAS

DIONYSUS ALSO ENDS UP PUNISHING LYCURGUS WITH MADASS AND WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT RELATES

OKAY BYE

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #borderlands spoilers #IM SORRY I POSTED THIS EARLY IT WAS ANA CCIDENCT

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inotherverse · 6 years

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I’ll Be Home For DedSec (Marcus/Wrench)

ONLY A DAY LATE FOR THAT GOOD CHRISTMAS FIC HERE WE GO

also I haven’t finished the game asdfghj I still have to play the last mission but I think this is still canon compliant???

also u can read it on ao3 if you’d like gimme a kudos hell yeah

thanks bl;pealse enjoy

“What’re you doing here, man? You know it’s Christmas, right?”

Wrench turned at the sound of the voice and saw Marcus coming down the stairs of the hackerspace, smiling playfully at him.

“Do I really seem the type to celebrate, M?” he said, turning back to his work, already comfortable with the second presence in the room. “Get drunk at somebody else’s party, maybe, but I’m not a ‘spend time with family, get all warm and fuzzy inside’ kinda guy.”

“Still, go home, take a break, watch a shitty holiday movie. It’s a holiday, use other people’s religion as an excuse to slack off like the rest of us,” Marcus said, coming to stand just behind Wrench at his workbench.

“Yeah, yeah,” Wrench looked at Marcus over his shoulder. “Hey, and what about you? Why are you here?”

“‘Cause I knew you’d be here,” Marcus said, with a smug smile playing at his lips.

Wrench laughed softly. “Yeah? And shouldn’t you be, like, with your family right now?”

“I’m going later,” He said, walking forward to stand next to him. “What’re you even working on down here?”

“Jumper upgrades, mostly. There’s not much else to do,” Wrench gestured to the guts of the jumper in front of him, spread out on the table, along with some other technological odds and ends. “Well, actually, I’m sure there’s a lot of rich and powerful people getting drunk in a room together somewhere...” the screen of his masked showed two capital O’s as he looked imploringly at Marcus.

“Eh, we’ll get ‘em on New Year’s,” Marcus said, dismissing Wrench’s suggestion with a wave of his hand. “Take a break, come with me,” He took a few steps backwards toward the stairs, ushering Wrench to follow him.

“Where are we going?” Wrench asked, looking for a stopping point in what he was doing.

“The garage.”

“Why are we going to the garage?”

“Because your Christmas present is at the garage.”

Wrench paused. “Oh. I—”

“It’s not a car.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“I know, but. It’s at the garage. I didn’t want you to think it was a car.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Because it’s not a car. And that would be, like, disappointing.”

“Yeah.” Wrench was now facing Marcus fully, the jumper forgotten at the mention of gifts. “I was just gonna say—”

“You were going to say something like, you’re surprised, or ‘oh, I didn’t get you anything,’ or whatever, right? I don’t care, man, just c’mon!” Marcus said, turning his back on Wrench and going up the stairs.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!” Wrench called after him, quickly crossing the room to catch up. “You’re way too excited about whatever this is.”

“No, I’m really not,” Marcus turned his smiling face on him, looking a little too mischievous.

“Sure,” Wrench gave him a small shove up the stairs. “And do you really need to wear a turtleneck and a coat in California? I get it’s Christmas, but you look like a love interest in a shitty Hallmark movie.”

Marcus sighed. “I’m sorry you don’t understand fashion. I’m sorry you can see art right in front of you and not even recognize it. It’s so tragic for you.”

They reached the door, and Marcus bowed, motioning dramatically for Wrench to go before him. He followed, and the sliding door closed behind them, sealing the hackerspace.

“Also, stop watching Hallmark movies.”

———————————————————————————-

“I can’t believe we made it all the way here and you’re still on this.”

Wrench threw his arms up in exasperation. “I’m just saying! I don’t actually watch them,” He argued, waiting as Marcus opened the door to the garage. “I just know what they’re like!”

“How do you know what they’re like if you don’t watch them?” Marcus taunted, clearly enjoying dragging out the argument despite his protest.

Wrench’s mask switched to ‘angry eyes’: two downward-slanted lines. “Because I just fucking know what they’re like! Everyone does! They’re like, a staple of—” he stopped short as he walked through the door, seeing Marcus’s handiwork.

Next to his workbench stood the chalkboard he kept there, giant letters in Marcus’s straight, thin handwriting read: “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” It was curved to arc perfectly over the box that stood in front, lined up with careful precision. The box looked huge, a tall rectangle coming to above Wrench��s middle, and was wrapped in red and green paper, complete with a ribbon running up the sides and forming a bow at the top.

“Whoa,” Wrench breathed, taking tentative steps toward the box. “It’s all wrapped up and everything.”

“...Yes.” Marcus said, as he closed the door behind himself. “That’s typically how these things go. Kind of a staple of the thing.”

“Damn, Marcus,” Wrench said, slowly circling the gift and ignoring Marcus’s jab at him. “This thing is huge.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“Shut the fuck up, stop ruining Christmas with your dick,” Wrench said, holding a finger out to silence Marcus while eyeing the present.

“Well?” Marcus urged, impatient. “You gonna open it, or just stare at it?”

Wrench still hesitated a moment. “I’m… just trying to guess what it is. It looks like there’s a fucking toddler in here.”

“Nah, too tall for a toddler. He’s eight, minimum.”

Wrench rubbed his hands together, then attacked his present. Marcus watched, hands clutched in anticipation, as Wrench first untied the ribbon and let it fall to the floor, then ripped away the first bit of paper, halfway down the side.

“Oh… my god,” More paper ripping. “It’s not.”

“It is!” Marcus replied gleefully.

“Fuck. Fuck! Holy fuck!” Wrench started bouncing in place, unable to contain his joy.

“Yep!” Marcus replied, smiling, matching Wrench’s energy.

“Fucking… Marcus!” Wrench screamed, reaching a higher pitch than he realized he was capable of making, the filter of his mask helping it reach ear-splitting levels. Through his excitement he ripped the rest of the paper away until it stood fully revealed: a huge box emblazoned with Haum’s logo. He pulled the front panel away, revealing his gift: a brand new security bot. “I can’t fucking believe it!”

“Merry Christmas, Wrench!” Marcus said, clapping his hand down on Wrench’s shoulder. “Your boy’s been reincarnated!”

“Marcus, how in the hell!” Wrench was still barely able to control himself, and not really making the attempt, looking back and forth between Marcus and the robot. “It was like, absurdly difficult to get one of these the first time!”

“I have my ways! Don’t worry about it, just get to work on ‘im. He’s severely in need of a paint job.”

“Oh fuck, Marcus, thank you so much!” Wrench yelled, throwing his arms around Marcus. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!”

Marcus laughed and returned Wrench’s hug. “You’re welcome, man.”

Wrench pulled back some to meet Marcus’s eyes with his own exclamation points. “You’re the best, you’re literally the best!”

Marcus laughed again. “Hey, I try.”

“You! You literally fucking..!” Wrench started, launching away from Marcus and toward the robot. “This is really the best thing, Marcus, I mean it.”

“Well, I mean, I know getting rid of Wrench Jr. was really fucked up, I mean even if it was the best thing to do at the time…” Marcus settled against the nearby table, watching Wrench excitedly pull the bot from the box, flitting around it like a hummingbird. “So, here he is! Look, your son came home for Christmas!”

They both laughed a moment, before Marcus said, “Hey, I got him, both times, doesn’t that make me like, his other dad?”

Wrench gasped. “Oh my God, it does.” He laughed, then spread his arms wide. “Hey, look at me, I’m spending time with family on Christmas, like a real person!”

They both laughed, bringing the initial excitement in the room down, replacing it with a calmer, comfortable moment of silence. Wrench stopped bouncing around the security bot, and came to stand in front of Marcus.

“I’m serious, M, this is really great. I wish I had something cool and amazing for you that illustrated that I understand you better than anyone else, but…”

Marcus laughed. “Hey, there’s always next year, man. And, I mean, you don’t have to get me anything, that wasn’t what I was going for here.”

“I know. Ugh, you’re such a nice person. I hate you.”

“Wow. This family is tearing me apart,” Marcus said, moving as if to walk over to the security bot. “Okay then, I’ll just take my son and leave.”

Wrench positioned himself between the two, putting a hand on Marcus’s chest to stop him. “Just kidding, I love you, do not touch him.”

Marcus held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Could’ve said it with more feeling, but I’ll accept it.”

“Oh! Okay, round two,” Wrench cleared his throat in dramatic fashion. “Marcus Holloway.”

Marcus burst into laughter, just at the way Wrench pronounced his name: deep and low like a love confession in a bad movie. “Don’t, don’t!”

Wrench, cleared his throat again, louder, as if protesting the interruption. “Marcus Holloway,” he began again, “Allow me to confess my admiration of you.”

“Stoooooop!”

“No! You must let me continue!” Wrench said, adopting an indistinguishable accent, lofty like a Victorian drama with the Victorian extracted, the effect only made more funny as it garbled through the filter of Wrench’s mask. “I have admired you from afar for too long! I can no longer bear it!”

Marcus threw his head back in laughter. “Stop, oh my God!”

Marcus’s laughter only urged Wrench to carry on, ready to take the bit as far as it could go. “Marcus Holloway!” his mask showed two pointed, smiling eyes briefly as Wrench couldn’t help but to laugh through his character. They lasted only moments, though, before Wrench tore the mask from his face, dropping dramatically to one knee, and holding the mask over his heart like a hat. “I must confess my undying love for you!”

“I regret—” Marcus began as his laughter began to die down. “I regret everything. Are you even doing a bit anymore? You’re a little too good at this!”

Wrench laughed at the jab, only taking everything Marcus said as encouragement. “My own love laughs in my face! How will I go on?”

“Stop, oh my god, if you go anymore I’ll have to think you’re serious, c’mon!”

Marcus kept laughing, but he felt the air in the room change. It was immediate, but subtle, as their laughter stopped and a strange expression flicked across Wrench’s face; the eyebrows previously knit in a fake severe expression rose in surprise for only a moment, before Wrench was standing back on his feet. He broke eye contact, and moved to put his mask back on, but hesitated, standing almost frozen, looking for an out.

Marcus looked over the other, trying to find meaning in the sudden change. “Wrench?”

“Uhh… yeah. Anyway,” Wrench looked everywhere but at Marcus, already half turned away from him. “What were we doing?”

Marcus began to connect the dots, and a flash of realization passed across his face. “Oh,” He stopped leaning on the table to take a half-step toward Wrench. “Wrench.”

“Oh, yeah, the present,” Wrench recalled, ignoring the knowing tone of Marcus’s voice. “It really is great— It’s a great present, Marcus, thanks.”

Wrench turned away to face the robot and moved to raise his mask to his face, but felt it stopped; he looked down, and Marcus’s hand was there, holding it in place. He looked up into Marcus’s eyes, which fell too softly on him, and he stood waiting for the worst, his anxiety written all over his face.

“Wrench,” Marcus said again, waiting for the other to turn his face away— happening at the sound of his name. “Wrench, man, I’m sorry, I wasn’t—” he stopped, fishing for words, and fast, before Wrench could cut in and say with a laugh that what he thought was happening wasn’t happening, that he misunderstood.

“Wrench, this isn’t— I di— ugh, this shouldn’t be so hard,” Marcus stopped a moment to look over his friend, who stood still, silent, like he was waiting for this to end, like he had already conceded defeat.

Marcus needed to respond quickly, needed to let Wrench know that whatever awful scene he was playing out in his mind wouldn’t happen, but at the same time he was at as much of a loss for words as Wrench was.

Marcus sighed. “Fuck it,” he whispered to himself under his breath. “Wrench,” he called, softly this time, like gently calling him to come home to him.

One hand came to rest on Wrench’s shoulder that faced him, that was trying to keep him away, as everything in Wrench’s body language screamed that he was ready to run, wanting to run, but was tired of running. The hand that rested on Wrench’s mask came up slowly until it met the cheek that was farthest away, and gently urged it to turn toward him. Wrench complied, not resisting the touch, smoothly moving where he urged him like floating in the tide.

Marcus looked into Wrench’s eyes, which was a mistake, as he almost lost his nerve, but something in the shock he saw there pushed him forward; Wrench was surprised, scared, it was clear, but what wasn’t there was protest. The hand slipped from his cheek to his chin, tipping it upwards, towards him, and Marcus dropped his eyes down to Wrench’s mouth, steeling himself to take the leap.

The kiss was slow, uncertain, and it felt to both of them like it barely held onto life, like a dandelion trembling in the wind, knowing that one stiff breeze could whisk it away entirely. Wrench’s heart thrummed in his ears like roaring wind shaking the building, but the rest of him stood stock still, afraid to move and end what he barely knew was happening. His mind screamed to slow down, to enjoy the moment before he lost it, and it took some thought before he even realized he should kiss Marcus back.

The kiss was short, Marcus eventually pulling away. His own face felt hot, and he saw a pink blush running along Wrench’s cheeks, and even a splash of it across his nose. He studied it a moment while they both caught their footing, the sight of Wrench’s uncovered face still being a rarity.

Wrench was hesitant to open his eyes. “If I look up—” He started, “I swear to God, If I look up, and there’s like, mistletoe— or some shit— above me, I’m going to fucking lose it.”

Marcus laughed, relief apparent, as he read the still-persistent uncertainty in Wrench. “Nope. Nothing up there.” He smiled, amused, as Wrench opened his eyes, flitting them briefly to the ceiling as if his word wasn’t good enough. “Just a regular kiss. Sorry to disappoint.”

Wrench sighed like a weight was lifted from him. “Marcus, oh my God,” he breathed, closing his eyes again and covering half his face with his hand. “Oh my God. That’s— I’m— Oh my God.”

Marcus bubbled with laughter, suddenly feeling lighter than he was before. “Yeah, I agree.”

“I’ve been— I’ve been— fucking dreaming of that,” Wrench said, suddenly with a confidence he didn’t have before.

“Yeah?” Marcus said, listening to Wrench as if this were the first time he had heard his deep, unaltered voice, husky now in the fading heat of the moment just before.

“Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“Since I fucking saw you, first of all, and then I got to know you, and fuck, it got so much worse than I fucking thought it would.”

Marcus smiled, and another comment to urge Wrench on played at his lips, but at that moment his phone sounded, breaking through the air like a hammer on ice. Wrench looked almost startled, like he had forgotten that there were other people in the world, and felt their eyes on him. He moved toward the security bot.

“‘S my family,” Marcus mumbled, reading his text. “I should probably leave, if I’m gonna make it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Yeah,” Marcus watched as Wrench looked for something to do. “But, hey, this was—”

“Wait,” Wrench said, suddenly freezing in his tracks.

“What?”

“Wait a fucking second.”

“I am.”

Wrench let out a pained sigh, rested a hand on top of the security bot, then laid his forehead on it. “So you gave me, like, a perfect Christmas gift.”

“I’m not looking to brag, but, yes?”

“Demonstrating that you understand me really well.”

“...Sure?”

Wrench sighed again, full of exasperation. “And you look so stupid handsome in your stupid turtleneck.”

“Thank… you?”

“And we had our first kiss. On Christmas.”

“Yes.”

“Marcus, we’re living a fucking Hallmark movie. I’m a fucking Hallmark movie protagonist,” He ignored Marcus buckled over with laughter in the background and started to pace back and forth. “I’m the fucking workaholic boss or whatever the fuck and you’re my sprightly coworker who showed me the true meaning of Christmas or some shit, and I just stood here and let that happen.”

Marcus reined in his laughter long enough to respond, wiping a real tear from his eye. “I don’t think Hallmark makes movies about hacker anarchists with queer, interracial romance plots.”

Wrench perked up. “That’s the only thing that saves us,” he pointed an accusatory finger at Marcus. “Only thing.”

Marcus laughed again. “Thank God. Now, go work on your son, give him a cool paint job, inappropriate catch phrases, the works,” he headed toward the door as Wrench settled in to work on the robot. “I need to go now, but… later? We’ll talk?”

“Yeah,” Wrench said with a lopsided, content smile, as he replaced his mask. “You know where to find me.”

#wrencus #wrenchus #hollowrench #marench #watch dogs 2 #marcus holloway #wrench #watch dogs #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #mine #WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #i might change the title honestly i keep changing my mind lmao but thanks Abby for the suggestion anyway

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Ao3 IS BEING A BIT OF A BUTT AND NOT LETTING ME POST THE REST OF MY COMMENT ON @ghoststrawberries WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL WORK FIVE SECOND RULE (MP100 FAN FIC) SO HERE IS THE REST OF MY COMMENT TO CHAPTER 26 (MINE SHOULD BE TOWARDS THE BOTTOM, AND IS BY ‘Kat’)

(Note! This Comment contains Spoilers if you Haven’t read up to Chapter 26! If you Haven’t read FSR Yet; PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO IT IS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT AND IT IS GOOD o3o/)

(Also Note! *IT IS VERY, VERY, VERY LONG*)

BUT YEAH THESE BOYS *THESE BOYS* THESE BOYS HAVE ALOT TO DEAL WITH AND ALOT OF OPENING UP TO DO (TO EACH OTHER BUT ALSO WITH THEMSELVES HOLY DANG) AND IOUHGG BUT YEAH NOW THEY'RE IN THE PAST AND THEY HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT PROBLEM/I REALLY HOPE THEY MAKE IT OUT OF THIS OK I REALLY WANT THESE BOYS TO BE HAPPY PLEASE LET THESE BOYS BE HAPPY (Of Course I Don't mean, like, Instantly happy oiuygf that in this situation would Probably be a little crazy but More I mean like they Navigate these waters Ok and make it home (Sometimes Instant relief is Good and Ok but sometimes (especially in stories, Lol ;D;) the also Going through things is important too at times it's Okay I Really want these boys to be ok after all this and after they've been through and everything they still have to deal with and everything going on internally for them I just Really want these boys to make it out ok /u\'' They'll Make it, I think, I hope, I Think they'll make it /u\'''' *Cries softly/calmly but with a hopeful smile*))

Ah, *looks back* that was alot ':D Oh! And as Middyrose said; The Dialogue-Heavyness Fits the current Situation, Lol XD and Lol *Understands what you mean about "writing dialogue makes my mind feel muddy. i like telling how a character is feeling more through the little things they do rather than through the things they think while theyre talking, yknow?"* It's like, At this Time all they can Really do is Talk and Regroup after this, ya know? :3 Plus, what someone says/what they don't say speaks just as much as things they do as Well X3 *Like, choosing what to say/what to leave out is as Much a thing someone does as other ticks n' things? :3* They Way Mob talks about the 'Time travel thing', the various pauses, Word Choice, the Journey through the conversation/the twists and turns it takes as Each person goes through things of their own and process the conversation/bits of info and and (to varying degrees) thinks about/is considerate of/takes into account the person they're having the conversation with Plus the Various ways people Deal with things like comparing and contrasting Everything (New Info, the Other Person, etc.) with what they Previously held as true/what they Do hold as true or compare/contrasting with what they Thought or what they Want and their own reactions to that and oiuytrdfgcvbbn Yeah there's Alot going on with Dialogue XD It's Not just two people spouting info for the audience to hear, Lol XD *ThAT'S when Dialogue Sucks ;D;* Trust me, my friend, the Way you do Dialogue is AWESOME. Everything I mentioned with word choice and pauses and taking into account the other person and Dealing with things through out and twists and turns in conversation - you do it All Beautifully XD 100%, No Doubt, It's Amazing XD

Ritsu coming in with apology (and his Own things with what happened) Not wanting Mob to be Upset but also Him not wanting Himself to be like that/to react like that and Mob still being Upset/locking things away at first (*HHNNNNN*) and the Understanding (but also Acceptance of Ritsu's fear as a solid thing that's still there to a degree (much to Ritsu's upsetness (<- I Tried to think of a better word and there Was none it's just This ;D;) Ritsu's moved on from that in the conversation at the surface level but one can Still tell he's not ok with that/with himself being like that and that's still a thing that sucks ;D;)) but Yeah the Understanding and the Offering of the same feeling but still Not being 100% Ok with it either (oiuhygf *MOB* *CRIES*) but Yeah then Ritsu Offering solutions as a Starting point to spark conversation (something like, say, Demanding things will be ok if they do this or Absolute Faith in a certain thing would have Total other connotations n' such :3 (Not that I think he would *Just as an Example XD*)) and we Also see his Thought process (Lol "his *attitude*" LOL *YES* RITSU YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH OF A GOOD THING IT WOULD BE TO *NOT* HAVE HIM IN THIS RIGHT NOW LOL *CRIES ;D;*) Mob shooting down the idea a bit (Not Meanly or anything just Legit ;D;'''') and the How he refers to Time Travel (Showing he's Super new at it/never seen it before/Ritsu picks up on that making it more Final for him (and for Us, the readers, a bit XD)) and That leaves Ritsu like ". . . well then What do we do?" a little lost cause He has no clue and if Nii-san has no clue then What do we do? also the Wording of it is like "“What should we do then?”" he's Asking Mob like their Dynamic is still there and even if Mob Doesn't know what to do he's still asking him like One Asks someone who Knows more (As opposed to saying "what Do we do", which is more like they're on Equal terms/seen as more Together on equal ground in his Head but with the working that's There the 'what Should we do' that's more like he Still sees Mob as the one in charge sorta or the One who would be the one to come up with the ideas and *asdfghj* Lol yeah ;D;'' (Still on the pedestal a bit ;D;''''')) And Mob Responds to that by (slowly, though) gripping Ritsu's hand back trying to be reassuring/trying to Rise up to the position as 'Older Brother' but with his Wording and the Way he Delivers it it's Still Obvious he isn't very sure of the situation itself (Still the trying to Comfort and Reassure Ritsu is a Thing - Trying to be Hopeful (Also, to note, the lack of him relying on Ritsu in this is a thing; like in episode 11 he was like "Ritsu's here It'll all be ok :)" is a Stark contrast to This like he understands Ritsu a little better too like No, Neither of them really know about this kind of situation not even Ritsu (Him not being like he was in episode 11 is Good for Ritsu a bit cause, Lol, imagine That pressure ;D;''') it might Also be like that cause he's still in a bit of Shock at this kind of situation (this is a Very Bizarre Situation) and it Doesn't cross his Mind as much maybe *Shrugs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯* There's Alot of ways to interpret that XD *Most of which are probably true, in varying degrees*)) Ritsu bringing up the Points that they need to be Careful Plus the fact that he Doesn't think he has his Powers anymore which is a Problem/Plus he doesn't just Blindly go with Mob's sorta-optimism Either ((That goes with the Still Heavy Worry about the situation/maybe some guilt tossed in/also indicative of a slightly negative and/or Realistic personality/world/situation view point) also They've both grown, I think, but it's a little sad, too. . .) the Thing with their Mom coming to check on them happens and That brings to the forefront the current right-now situation again and Ritsu's previous point is dropped/forgotten for now and Mob brings up that they should sleep ("insists softly," Still soft and quiet like but Still insisting not Suggesting - taking a Bit of control in the situation (Older Brother-ish, I'd say, but I Don't think he means it on purpose *It's More they Type of thing where Someone has more Experience so they're like "Yeah let's do this" cause that's their previous experience and they're Solid in that and slightly Authoritative in the matter* (at least, in their own minds 'XD XD))) Ritsu responding with a scowl and “I feel like I’ve slept enough.” rejecting that a little (That has whole connotations Probably Tired of not knowing what to do/The Desire to get out of this situation as Soon as possible/Probably the rejection of Not knowing what to do/Having no clear (or even Fuzzy) idea of a way to get back and just General Frustration (Not a general rejection of/frustration at Mob, though - The response would be totally Different if that were the case) (Plus All This coupled with the admission of still being Tired Show his character/personality/his current state of mind/a bit of Emotional state)) Mob pulling out his Actual experience (as an older sister Myself it's something I've done, where if your younger sibling Doesn't go along with what you suggest you pull out/Give the Example of why what You suggest is the Right Thing - Mob of course doesn't mean it meanly or anything (LOL I know I have >D>'') it's more like, as the wording suggests, "Shigeo advises," is More just giving back up/evidence to show that Yeah sleeping is a good idea right now (this Also shows concern for Ritsu (partly of which is probably subconscious/he's not fully aware of it) with the Yeah sleeping is good for you and I Want you to be ok so Please sleep cause that's what I've found to be Best in this sort of situation (this Also contrasts with Earlier how he wasn't sure what to do at all but Here he' like "Yeah, This." Also supports how Mob's more concerned with the Now Situation/Accepting of what's happened/moving Forward from there/getting things to be Ok That way/being more at Peace with not knowing what to do as opposed to Ritsu who's more Impatient (see the Connotations of him rejecting the Idea of Sleeping, Lol XD) more Diving in headlong right now-like (with the whole Wanting to Relive everything/make sure it's Better so it'll be ok) which is a Very Jumping-in-Headlong decision) and Yeah Ritsu caves after a bit, admitting Mob's right which has Things of it's own/the whole Giving up the way He thought things, but it Also has the consequence of more of that Pedestal action happening and he's dealing with that and maybe Yeah that makes him more tired/wants things to go away to a degree/yeah maybe sleep is an ok idea)) we End with Shigeo Reassuring Ritsu again (More Brotherly concern/Taking the position as Older Brother) and Ritsu still doesn't Like it that much/Doesn't like the waiting, but he accepts it and Now we get the feeling/idea that They're gonna be more Together on this afterwards/Hopefully, at least for a while, no more disparity between the two too much '':3 XD :3

and Wow I Didn't think I'd spend two hours analyzing a Mob and Ritsu conversation but I Did (and I'm Glad I did, Lol! XD) and Lol so Yeah Don't worry you're Still getting alot across Organically/Naturally that Isn't just Thoughts XD (the Thoughts seem to more Supplement what's going on in the Conversation, anyway XD No Worries :3) (*thinks for a bit about the Power she possesses* and Don't Think I won't Do it Again! o3o/// *Analyze Everything to Prove you're still doing Good o3o///* Lol!! XD No worries >:3 >X3)

"also, ive been falling behind a bit on replying to reviews, and im sorry! i try to reply as best i can and say thank you to the ones i feel can be replied to, but lately things in my life have been a bit overwhelming, and so i keep forgetting to reply, especially to longer reviews." *looks up at her Multi-comment review and Sweats* but Lol, No Worries!! XD It's all Good :3 *Honestly it's just Such a Pleasure to Read this that I Already feel Spoiled, my goodness ;D;* Hopefully things work out for you n' such! :3 And LOL DON'T WORRY about anything *Take your Time, We don't mind,* it's a little Fun to worry for a bit about your favorite characters/to Wonder at what's gonna happen next XD (Gives the Finding Out a Certain Sweet Taste that's Hard to get otherwise XD) So No Worries :3 *Take your Time X3*

Good Luck with things, No worries, and oiugcf See you Next Chapter!! >:D XD *sdfhgj IS SO EXCITED //o3o// XD* (*SCREAMS* LET MY BOYS BE OK *CRIES HER EYES OUT ;D;*)

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Andrew’s Responses

Nicholas

So I’m actually glad you brought the questions that you did to light because I think it’s touching upon the core method I had in the game in terms of essentially GIVING reason for people to keep me around. I know there’s been a lot of talk on whether these people were puppets. I would never call the people I’m allied with puppets, but I think there was definitely a sense of them just coming to me because I showed the loyalty that they wanted. It’s not like they (Lily, Jacob, Nehe) came to me about EVERY game move, but I was definitely someone they could talk to which helped me feel out the game a lot more. But here’s the thing - there was a dynamic with these allies I’ve never felt before in all the games I’ve played and that dynamic is basically that, while I felt that I had a pretty good connection to them, they were very much going about their own personal agendas. Lily wanted to try staying loyal to Trixie for a time, Jacob tried to take out Bodhi who I really didn’t want to take out then, and Nehe was closer to Bodhi than I had wanted and wasn’t super fond of Lily being in the game. They were all doing their own things while I tried to keep SOME loose thread of stability, which I think I did a pretty good job of. I kept Nehe and Lily at bay of really coming for each other basically to the last second, I flipped the votes (even though I knew they’d be in minority) to you instead of Bodhi when Jacob went because I knew it’d keep Bodhi’s trust, and I managed to not piss on Nehe by actively gunning for Bodhi, who of which still ended up voting out Nehe at final 4. So no, I wouldn’t say they were puppets. They had their own minds and agendas, but I’d be lying if I said at the end of the day I wasn’t trying to keep my allies in line enough so that I could advance without blowups or super messy gameplay happening.

As for your second question, while Lily and I are friends outside of the game, at the same time there was no reason to vote her out once she showed her loyalty by taking out Trixie. From talking to everyone else I knew that Lily could be a shield, and if she did get to the end - while I don’t think she was an outright goat - I think I had a solid chance to get some more votes than her. So there was really no point to get her out unless there was nothing much else I could do, and at the end of the day I really never saw a moment where I would get strategic gain from voting her out. She definitely wasn’t my “extra vote” the first 2 merge rounds, but once it was evident that Trixie had to go and that we were up against your alliance along with Roxy, Lily ended up falling on her side. Which if like you said in your speech to her that you don’t like her then she probably wasn’t very inclined to stay on that side. I think without Lily the game would have been tougher at certain points, but like I said in my answer to your first question, keeping everything I wanted in line because of personal agendas (including Lily’s) was tough. So it wasn’t that I just had someone voting with me, I had to make sure they were okay with what was happening and make sure they wouldn’t rip the rug out from under me at any point. Also in terms of being a vote for “me” over “us”, I initially did think she could because I saw you and I going really far as allies, but once merge hit and we were on opposing sides (which I’m not mad at by any means because I think it makes things interesting and we FINALLY got to play against each other as friends hehe) it was basically up to Lily where she wanted to fall at that point.

I’m hoping those were the answers you were looking for, but I am gonna thank you for the open-mindedness on my strategy, and for what you pointed out about Bodhi’s game/opening speech later on in your statement. I see that as a pretty solid help seeing as I was never inclined to attack Bodhi’s gameplay when he had no problem shamelessly doing it in his opening speech to both me and the other FTC participant, so I hope the jury is able to see how underhanded and cowardly that is of him : ) Oops!

Jay

So I’ll just stick to gen 4 because it lessens the pull of 802 and it’s in honor of Sinnoh asdfghj

Jay - Weavile. Not for any particular reason obviously hehe Quillynn - Glameow. Beauty queen but can be tough and sassy as shit and knock you on your ass if you go against them Trixie - Chatot. Closest thing to a furby in the roster? Also small and will peck your eyes out probably Jacob - Buizel. Pretty spunky but in the competitive kinda way I think. Not quite a Floatzel just because Buizel is cuter and smol and Floatzel is a bigger dude Roxy - Gabite. Again, smaller than a Garchomp but fierce and could most definitely kill you. A wild dragon that can claw you in half yeah Nicholas - Leafeon. Kinda just waiting around, silently lurking in the forest and is generally calm. But will most definitely come out to pounce and slice you up the middle in a heartbeat and then go right back to super chill time Nehe - Gallade. While he’s a fighter he’s also insightful and thinks/tries to do what’s most logical before he strikes. Definitely a fighting and psychic type

Nehe

This would most definitely be Jay. I’d want to say you, but obviously at the end of the day we got pitted against each other at f4 with our allegiances to Bodhi, and I know there are no hard feelings between us which I’m super grateful for. With Jay, we aligned pretty quickly. Last time we had played together was months ago, and in that game we weren’t aligned and I took him out. This game, our thoughts and strategies on the game clicked pretty well pre-merge, so we went from there come the merge. The first merge vote was absolutely a mess, and the last thing I wanted was Jay going home since we had become so close. I was planning on going all the way with him had the stars aligned properly, but unfortunately he went way too early for obviously either of our likings.

Jacob

I would say the pillar I value the most is strategic, with social being a very, very close second because I feel like those 2 run in a lot more similar of a vein over physical. One can’t really exist without the other, seeing as most of the time you’re going to want to build as many social bonds as you think you can in order for your strategies to pull off. But I do say strategic over social because I love the trope of Survivor being a numbers game. Trying to figure out what lines are drawn where, who’s going in which direction with each vote distribution, and trying to come with plans for each tribal is my favorite part by far. It’s no secret that my social game can be lacking, probably just because I end up making the mistake of singling out a couple of people that I think I can’t really move forward with (usually people in opposing alliances). So with that being said I value strategic overall.

During #furbygate I’d be lying if I said I didn’t believe it right away. Because let’s all be honest, there are some people throughout the various ORG communities (and the internet in general) that can be that wild. And I mean kudos to Nicholas and Roxy for the acting in terms of their reactions in pms because all I was trying to do for the 2 hours that night was make sense of what the actual fuck was going on with them (mostly Nicholas but even Roxy was pulling it off when I was talking to her). The next morning I was definitely like okay this probably was either a fever dream I had last night or it was faked, and I decided probably the latter. During the time though I was on Nicholas’s side just because I was friends with him and I mean, Trixie’s performance was just off the wall. I was in pms trying to get her to calm down about the whole situation just because I’ve always kinda been the mediator in conflict, especially with my irl friends, but not gonna lie I was screaming alongside Nicholas in pms.

When it came to the swap, I was really making sure I still had Jay and Nicholas on my side, and wanted to see if we could bring in Lily especially if she had made some connections that we would be able to utilize over on the other tribe. When it came to picking you, you were someone I didn’t really know, which I liked a lot because you were ALSO someone I could see building a personal and game relationship with. Which I’m super happy to say we managed to do! You’re one of my newest friends around here, and I definitely see us still being friends after this. On the flip side of that reason that factored into picking you also was that you were also someone I think could survive over on our tribe. You weren’t someone picked because you’d be an easy boot if we lost, but someone I actually wanted to cultivate something with.

I would probably pick Lily to win. Yes, once again Lily and I are friends outside of the game. That doesn’t mean I ended up getting close to Bodhi too. In this game, Bodhi and I ended up just going on a few calls honestly just to chat and get to know one another. (Did he use one of them to misconstrue what I said about UTR gameplay and have it seem like I was trashing the entirety of it and supposedly saying it ONLY takes big moves to win? Yes! But oh well hehe) So at the end of the day, they’re both my friends. But if Bodhi did to Lily what he did to both of us in his opening speech where he without even thinking trashed both of our games, I wouldn’t vote him. I know that a lot of people in this community in general see using your opening speech as a platform to come for the other finalist(s) as underhanded and cowardly, and I hope this is a part of my answers that everyone gets to read because I really don’t see that as respectable, but I dunno some people may disagree. So I would absolutely vote Lily on those grounds.

Roxy

Be My Furby -

The year is 2086. The Furby Empire™ has risen to power, eliminating humanity as a species. Kermit the frog and Miss Piggy go about their daily lives under the tyranny.

“Did you pray to Our Lord And Savior Great Daddy Furby today, dear?” asked Miss Piggy as she cleaned the dishes. “No. I’m tired of living under their rule. I’m going to kill them all.” replied Kermit.

“Okay.” said Miss Piggy. And with that, Kermit left.

Kermit had heard of a group of fighters who called themselves, The Resistors. Not The Resistance, because they thought that was pretentious. Their headquarters were the ruins of a Walmart. Rip Walmart.

He walked into the building, and was met with 2 zebras holding guns. “Fuck me in the ass.” Said Kermit. “Stop!” shouted a voice before the zebra guards could fucking murder Kermit. A figure appeared before Kermit. It was Danny Devito.

“How could another human survive the Great Furby War™?” asked Kermit. “Because.” responded Danny Devito. “I’m now going to give you an amazing power to fight the furby army.” he continued. He began to twerk, and as he twerked, he began to shine brightly. “There, now you can breathe fucking fire.” he said. “Yay.” responded Kermit.

Danny Devito looked out into the distance. “Now go out there and do what Rosie O’Donnell couldn’t. Defeat the furbies… once and for all.”

And so Kermit left, and breathed fire on every furby he saw. There was no stopping the frog. He made his way to the old Target that was the headquarters of the furby army. They decided to use a Target because they would say Target was better than Walmart. And so he went in and began to burn it to the ground.

“Wait!” shouted a voice. It was a furby. “Please don’t kill me! I think you’re hot. Let’s fuck.” she said. “Okay.” replied Kermit. And so they fucked.

Afterwards, Kermit was ashamed. “I love you, but I have a wife, Miss Piggy. I can’t do this to her.” he explained with tears in his eyes to the furby, who found was named Loretta. “We can take care of that.” said Loretta. She pressed a button. “I just lit your house and Miss Piggy on fire. Now let’s fuck.” she said. “Okay.” And so they fucked. Rip Miss Piggy.

Later that night, Kermit could only think about The Resistors. “I can’t turn on my people.” he said. “We can take care of that.” said Loretta as she pressed another button. “I just lit that stupid fucking bitch ass Walmart on fire. Now let’s fuck.” she said. “Okay.” And so they fucked. Rip Danny Devito.

Many years passed and Kermit and Loretta made a fuck ton of green furby babies. The furbies continued to rule, and Kermit was pretty happy tbh.

The End

Quillyn

To start I will say I am sorry about the Super Idol play. That was something I didn’t even know was in the game or that Nehe would even play something like that on me. I had apologized on call because that’s a pretty intense way to get out of the game because I respected you as a player, so again I am actually sorry.

To go over to your question though, I would say I deserve to win this game over the other 2 sitting next to me because aside from the Super Idol tribal I always put myself in the position where I felt like I wasn’t at risk of going home. Pre-merge, I knew I had the numbers to stay at any tribal I would go to. I played a card where I would give reasons for people to not send me home, because I would be a good ally to them. I could work with the people I wanted to work with and not piss a majority of the players off while still getting my way. At the merge, I found myself immune at the first tribal so I was obviously safe, and at the Super Idol tribal I had an idea that the votes switched but never in a million years thought I would be saved by a Super Idol from another player. After that, we can probably all agree that the game was at a massive turning point. You as a threat to win was out of the game, and there was a larger line drawn in the sand. It was becoming a little bit more clear who you could and could not trust, and I honestly at every tribal felt like I was not at risk of going home not because I was oblivious to it or because I was about to be blindsided but because I was able to essentially know what everyone was doing and knew what was on all of my ally's’ minds. It wasn’t just what they were thinking in alliance chats - it was their own personal agendas, who they were worried about, if we thought the vote would actually go the way that majority intended, and most importantly that they wanted to go to the end with me and that they trusted me. I feel like Bodhi and Lily played more messy in that aspect. Lily was a lot more of a wild card, definitely had her own agenda she wanted to play by that could have compromised me, and had flipped allegiances early in merge. Bodhi was proclaimed a snake by quite a few people. He was shady in the background and told way more lies (a lot of them unnecessarily). With those styles of gameplay, you don’t know where your trajectory is going and they pissed off a lot of people, allies included. Now I know I obviously have at least you and Trixie pissed off based on the jury statements, but I tried to make it so I played cleanly in a way where my allies weren’t pissed when they would go. I think I played the cleanest game out of the 3 whereas they had more mistakes and angered more people.

Trixie

I know you didn’t give me a question but I’m gonna take it upon myself to clear up some things anyway, not for you, but for the other jurors so step aside please and thanks. So let’s see.

I know I’m a boring person that’s not news.

I think I’ve said enough in my opening and answers that I did do things in this game so I won’t waste time with that. “Coasting along” preexisting relationships was actually just Lily and also Nicholas for a bit but like I told him, I’m glad we ended up playing against each other. Also didn’t Quillyn bring you into this game? Yikes we love hypocrisy

That “piss poor” social game has really been only pointed out by you and Quillyn and yeah, I didn’t make a huge point to talk to either of you because you were obviously against me. Why make deals with people I know I can’t rely on? I had relationships with everyone else in merge so whoops

Also you might dread being in another game with me but I hope we get to play again soon so I can get the satisfaction of voting you out again because I just really love to have fun <3

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