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welcometomyoasis · 3 months

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Firefighter neighbour! Mingyu headcanons

Synopsis: A series of headcanons in which Mingyu is a firefighter, but also your neighbour. Mingyu x gn! reader | firefighter au, fluff | 1.3k words | warnings: fires, slight nudity (Mingyu goes shirtless more than once), slightly suggestive, injuries (cat scratches and bruises), food (mention of cookies) A/n: Is this too long for a headcanon? I have no idea i got carried away. anyway happy valentines day :)

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is a firefighter, and also your hot, sexy nextdoor neighbour.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who has had his eyes on you ever since you moved in. He thinks you’re the most alluring person he’s seen. But alas, he has the worst luck and for a while, he had shifts at odd hours of the day, making it virtually impossible for you to meet him.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who still can’t stop himself from falling for you despite having never met you. You’re literally the sweetest person. You know he’s a firefighter from the times you see his laundry hanging in the corridor outside his apartment. You know he works weird hours. So you often leave baskets of cookies or food outside his apartment with a note telling him to eat and rest well.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who swoons at the thought of finally meeting you, dreaming about all the possibilities of a romantic encounter. For example, maybe you’ll need help carrying something and he’ll swoop in to save the day. Therefore, allowing him to meet you and to show off his large biceps at the same time.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu whose romantic meet cute fantasy obviously doesn’t come true. When you finally meet, it was in the wee hours of the morning. He had an early shift. His alarm went off blaring for a couple of minutes straight because he couldn’t wake up. Then, he kept tripping over things while rushing around getting ready, and banging into all the cabinets in his house. Since he was making a ruckus and you heard cursing through the walls, you ended up knocking at his door to see if he was okay.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who felt so bad seeing you at the door, and even worse that this would be how your first encounter would go. He was cursing at himself when he saw you looking at him with your adorable face scrunched in concern.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who doesn’t feel so bad anymore when you immediately start to fuss over him, asking him if he was alright and if he needed any help. After his nod of consent, you’re practically running your hands all over him to make sure he didn’t seriously injure himself.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who flushes like crazy at the close contact, leaving you to ask him if he has gotten a fever. All he can do in that moment is to sputter his name and ask if you wanted to meet up some time. You know, as thanks for all the food you give him.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who finally leaves the house, late but extremely giddy that you agreed. He got scolded by fire captain Seungcheol for his tardiness though he didn’t care one bit.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who brings you out for a cup of coffee when he has the day off. He’s squealing inside like a teenage girl, excited to be spending time with you.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who only appears to be intimidating because of his height and bulk. In reality, as you get to know him, he’s just a shy, adorable, easily excitable golden retriever puppy.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who always yells out your name excitedly across the corridor as he bounds up to you. Corridor manners be damned, he’s so happy to see you. You’ve become fast friends and meet up whenever you can.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is one of the most selfless, kind people you know. He decided to be a firefighter to save lives, and that is such a noble thing to do. The only thing is that he somehow ends up always being on call when there is a cat stuck in a tree. He ends up with scratches all over because the cat will hiss at him when he coos at them.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is in fact, a great firefighter despite his fear of heights. When there is an emergency, he’s down the firepole in an instant gearing up. Plus he’s so big and strong that the task of running headfirst into danger always goes to him. Just don't ask him to do anything related to running up the ladders.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who ends up with many injuries from the job regardless of whether he was only saving the cat or running into a burning building.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who also ends up being injured because in reality he is a giant clutz who will trip over his own shadow.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who sulks and whines to you about how much he hates getting hurt and how much the antiseptic stings as you’re bandaging him up.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is the butt of a lot of jokes from his fellow firefighters when he appears the next day covered in your hello kitty plasters. He doesn’t pay them any attention though. The most important thing was that you were the one who tended to his wounds. Plus, you did kiss it to make him feel better.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is actually also a tease. Once you get closer, he realises that maybe, you like him in the way he likes you. Don’t think he doesn’t notice the way you ogle at him from a distance, your eyes roaming over his biceps and build. His abs are out in full force, sweat cascading down them. When you watch him lift weights and work out, you’re definitely thinking what else can he do with those arms? And omg he has amazing stamina…

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who decides that he likes seeing your flustered face. He purposefully works out without a shirt in the corridor whenever he knows you are at home. He hangs up his laundry shirtless. He sends you a wink and smirks when he sees the steam rising from your head. He knows you are drooling over him, and he wants nothing else than to see you losing your mind over him.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who becomes a shy, whining mess as soon as you flirt back. He’s hiding his head in his hands, pouting about how you’re not supposed to flirt back and call him pretty.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is awoken to the smell of smoke and the sound of a smoke detector blaring in the middle of the night one day. His heart drops when it sinks in that the sound and smell was coming in from your apartment.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who literally bursts through the door in nothing but his pants because your safety is his first priority. He has to save you. He’ll regret it if he doesn’t.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is stumped when he sees that you’re actually okay. You’re only coughing a bit from the smoke but other than that, there was no real danger. He stares in shock as you turn to him, with a little bit of flour smeared on your cheek, all shy and sheepish that your latest batch of cookies got burnt.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is so relieved that you’re okay. There were tears brimming at the corners of his eyes for a moment there.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who ignores your cries that you need to open a window to let the room ventilate. He rushes forward, pulling you into a very very tight embrace.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who sobs at how relieved he is. He pulls away and then instantly smashes his lips down against yours.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who conveys all his feelings of relief, affection and love he has for you through the kiss.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who relishes in the feeling of your lips against his. He can taste the cookie dough that you snuck a bite out off. He can feel the moisture of the butter on your lips. He melts into your embrace when you get over your shock and start to move your lips along with his.

🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who kisses first and then confesses his feelings for you after. You both end up in a fit of giggles as you cuddle on your couch after the excitement that you just had. 🔥. Firefighter! Mingyu who is now not only a firefighter and your nextdoor neighbour, but also your hot, sexy boyfriend.

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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librarian!eren who knows he’s being sinful every time he watched you come in; his eyes always drawn to the extensive collection of oversized hoodie and biking shorts you wore.

how librarian!eren quickly realises that you’d only come at vacant hours, where the benches are cleared and the library finds itself void of other occupants — bar librarian!eren of course.

or how you occasionally make conversation with librarian!eren because he’s the only one there. even worse, because he’s a night shift worker and they only need one person on staff for ratio (okay but who the fuck keeps a local library open past six?! — it’s not like this was NYPL for people to be coming in at ungodly hours) but alas, there were budding learners, like you, who always seemed to make good of the toxic hours and used them accordingly.

well, on most nights, that was.

as librarian!eren is packing a few of the return books back to their rightful place, he peaks past a pillar and almost drops the 1st edition fantasy book that was over 150 years old.

because no fucking way were you doing what he thinks you were doing.

automatically he feels his dick jump within his boxers and he panics, because librarian!eren still has four hours of his shift to go — theres no way he could get through it bricked up. for the sake of his own sanity, he has to think chaste thoughts; like cute bunnies and purple frogs.

but no matter how many times he looked and tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, he couldn’t deny your hunched over position, cocked leg perched onto the bench and the sound of petty moans mixed with sizzling vibrations.

librarian!eren thinks to himself how on earth he’s going to go about this. ignore it and save your pride? or enforce justice and escort you out. it doesn’t help that he’s warring within himself but after a heated mental debate, he enters the battle field.

“sorry, but that counts as public indecency.”

and you gasp up at eren, startled, because never did you think you’d ever be caught — especially concerning all the other times you’ve gotten away with it. but now you panic because you couldn’t get a criminal offence to your name, not this term!

but despite that, librarian!eren has a different tactic to how he can implore justice.

someway, somehow, you end up with your toes hovering adjacent to your ears as librarian!eren wets his dick inside your squidgy pussy, his smile demonic as he presses your adorable rose bud to the meaty bean of your clit.

it’s disgusting and it’s weird because at some point you’re begging your local librarian to spit in your mouth and for him to make out with you whilst possessing a cum filled mouth, but he complies all the same. at the end of the day the both of you won.

you tell librarian!eren that you enjoyed the time and would definitely do it again, but apparently you had a thing against the familiarity of second times. either way, librarian!eren doesn’t care. he’s more than happy to go back to doing his work.

librarian!eren can’t believe what’s transpired tonight, but either way, he knows it wasn’t no scenario any book could make up.

#eren x reader #eren jeager smut #eren yeager #attack on titan eren #eren jeager #eren jaeger x reader #eren x black reader #aot x black reader #aot smut

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ourmondobongo · 3 months

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JJK 251 delivered one of the most intense fights till now, and honestly, I can't wait to see it animated! (if I'm still alive 10 years from now, that is lol).

That said, I need to write a little about this chapter because it has been eating me out since Thursday, and the HQ scan release is MAGNIFICENT. So let’s go!

Yuta used Cleave on Sukuna!

But, alas, he wasn’t the one to eat Sukuna’s finger. It was prolly Rika.

I don’t think anyone would think it makes sense that Yuta - second only to Gojo, the strongest modern sorcerer - could be the one to eat the King of Curse’s finger. While he IS powerful, it is still so risky to think he could ingest a piece of Sukuna’s soul and keep it inside himself for God knows how long.

Also, if a human had eaten one of his fingers, it seems a bit unlikely Sukuna wouldn’t have noticed somehow, as the cursed object holds a part of his very soul.

On the other hand, Rika hasn’t fully manifested. It seems an odd thing since this battle is even more dangerous and important than all previous battles Yuta had since his 2vs1 with Geto. Which may be just a wild speculation, but that has me thinking that maybe - just maybe - he hasn’t allowed her to fully manifest because she ate the finger. Like with the finger bearers at the beginning of the manga, Sukuna would know it is there, and he could target Rika more fiercely. Perhaps get to even retrieve it.

But this is speculation only - and I hope we will be sure of it in the next chapters.

It’s good to remember tho that it was Rika who ate Uro’s arm, not Yuta. And I doubt Yuta himself could have also eaten Hana’s and Inumaki’s arms…

Yuta was right in thinking that Sukuna would be surprised at being hit by his own technique.

However, something pretty nice happening here is that Sukuna looks pleased at tasting his own technique.

You know, we are well aware by now that Sukuna is a hedonist to the fullest. So I’m actually pleased that, rather than being really pissed off for getting a taste of his own medicine, he really experienced this little moment in a way that couldn’t show better how a being can be more self centered lol

I mean, his smile as he says ‘I see. Quite the meal.’ or "Oh, I get it. You ate it." feels like he is amused at tasting some of the power his own technique holds. I can hear Suwabe-san making it sound like he is having a foodgasm. And Yuta’s face turning worried is a sign that he oughta move to his next attack against the King of Hedonism ASAP.

Yuji and Yuta’s hand-to-hand-fight with Sukuna is beautiful, my god.

Sukuna is a good +4m tall muscle-built four-armed TITAN GIANT. Yuta and mostly Yuji are making him bend, making him bleed, making him blind by spitting blood on his cursed eyes, and FUCK - THIS FIGHT IS GOLD!!

Details I gotta highlight:

This is the second time Yuji survives Cleave at point blank, showing how much his endurance is up in such a crucial moment.

It was so smart of him to spit blood on Sukuna’s face. Reminds a little how his lil brother Kechizu spat his cursed blood on him back in s01 times.

Yuji’s determination to save defeat Sukuna and save Megumi with ‘heal up, heal up, HEAL UP’ makes me wanna chomp on wood T_T (C’mon baby, you can do it!)

Count on Sukuna to keep looking amused as he is being wrecked to the bones lmao. But also, this means he is thinking, analyzing, plotting, and soon preparing to counterattack.

The way Rika grabs him by the leg and throws him at Yuji’s soul shaking kick IS PERFECT.

The beating is so well delivered that, in fact, Sukuna is pushed to a deadly gamble.

I love when Sukuna gambles. He does it so many times throughout the story that I don’t think anyone can actually be surprised to see him doing this again in this chapter.

And I really mean it, cause not even our MCs are surprised. They had a solid plan of what to do once they had pushed Sukuna to the point they wanted: aka, releasing the HWC to try using Space Dismantle while tanking Jacob’s Ladder.

In less than a blink, Sukuna is 3/4 immobilized.

Rika, half manifested, gets his upper arms while Yuji goes for the lower right.

Yuta, though, goes straight to his guts, and bravely shoves his hand inside his belly mouth while Sukuna's only free arm goes straight to his head.

The cost for such a risky attack? A Cleave delivered directly on his bloody head.

But Yuta’s RCT doesn’t fail him. And he also still gets to rip out the Cursed Tongue - leaving Sukuna to have only one way to chant curses now. Confirming their suspicions that the King needs to use hand signs and chants or both to use “Space Dismantle”, which is an opening they can take an important advantage of to both use the domain's sure hit and reach Megumi.

This page made me scream!

The sight of Sukuna’s cheek exploding is bloody horrible.

Yuta tanking another slash attack shook me.

But Yuta coming up at the fucking King of Curses absolutely confident he can face him off FEARLESSLY is even more gobsmacking. I love my son!

ALSO: DID YUTA REALLY USE DISMANTLE ON SUKUNA’S ARM RIGHT HERE????

Also, the fact that Sukuna’s output is low to that point is both a sign that 1) his deadly efficiency is truly getting compromised by the biggest jjk team jump this manga had to this day, 2) Yuta and Yuji really leveled up to an impressive stage!

I don’t think we have ever seen Sukuna getting so overwhelmed and shocked.

Yuta’s next sword attack happens simultaneously with Yuji’s blood manipulation attack, and Sukuna loses his free hand while he realizes Yuji in fact just used his spitted blood to blow half his face off, rendering unable to speak.

A little thought I want to share though is that, while it has been long hinted that Yuji is able to use Blood Manipulation in any form after eating his brothers and training with both Choso and Noritoshi, I still have a little doubt whether the piercing blood attack in chapter 247 really comes from Yuji or not.

From the pov in 247, PB comes from somewhere really high and far from where Sukuna is. And in chapter 244, we see Mei Mei and Momo observing the battle from a tall building not too far away. I could see Choso being taken somewhere safe up to and despite being heavily wounded, still trying to help his lil brother. But also, I can picture Yuji rushing up some of the destroyed buildings to locate Sukuna and Higuruma, and desperately PB Sukuna to buy some time until he gets there.

I mean, if it had been really Yuji, I half expected Sukuna to have a lil flashback not only of the moment Yuji spat on him, but also from when he was attacked back in 247. That would solidify the fact he shockingly realized Yuji is using BM. So I will wait for a clear confirmation...

This talk is pretty interesting and important.

We discovered through Yuki’s search that:

Even when souls mix to some degree, they don’t become one single soul.

Choso can’t feel the OG soul of the human whose (his) body belongs to, and that’s why he asks if Yuji and Sukuna aren’t a special case. A fair question that made me think Choso could actually give back his body to the guy if he knew the poor man was trapped inside.

Yuji explains that CE plays an important role in the case of cursed objects and non-sorcerers then. Yet, no matter how deep a living soul may sink, it won’t merge or disappear in such cases.

Choso proposes another special case: since Yuji said, “in general level things are unmergeable”, what if Megumi and Sukuna are different tho? What if that could happen to them?

Yuji proceeds to say he added the “general” thing cause he had dealt with Mahito. Also, uniting souls transform them into other separate being. So as long as a soul CT like Mahito’s is NOT at play, then the merging of souls can’t happen.

And trusting fully in Yuki’s search, Yuji promises he will shake Megumi’s soul awake.

And after learning all of this, I wished for real that Yuki had not died so prematurely. The fact she was a former Star Plasma Vessel, that she could hear the voices of the souls Tengen had absorbed throughout the millennium, and that she had now Maki, Yuji/Sukuna, Choso and Mahito to deepen her research on souls and find a “scientific way” for how to break free from CE, BUT she never could do it… is a PAIN. We can’t undo what GG did, tho, so let's move on to the next topic.

Angel’s technique is special.

But it has a well defined role in the story: one that is NOT what some ppl think.

In an incarnated body, there is the mix of one’s technique + the personality + cursed object. So, since Angel’s CT can eradicate CTs, they can erase Sukuna. As they all want to save Megumi, tho, they will need to do the same thing Hana tried back in chapter 213: using the attack to FIRST weaken the connection between Sukuna and Megumi so Megumi’s chances of surviving the brain damage are better, and THEN move on to finish off the King of Curses.

And here I want to point out how absurd it is for anyone to expect a MINOR side character to end the history of the final MAIN antagonist of this series. Because, truly, unless you are being really disingenuous or purposefully kidding yourself just to hate and badmouth JJK, one cannot be serious over Hana EVER standing a chance against Sukuna. Even more with one of her arms torn off by the King himself.

And that’s why Yuta - the one second only to Gojo - is the one side-handling this freaking final battle.

Sukuna is damn right roughen and wrecked.

Yuji has one of his arms, Rika has two arms + a bite on his shoulder, his free arm is handless, his main mouth is half blown, and his belly mouth is tongueless and dripping blood.

There is a seriousness to his features that is different though. I mean he is the king of smiles, but he is deadly serious right here...

He KNOWS what is coming. He has chosen to gamble his endurance power against Yutangel’s Max Jacob’s ladder. So he is definitely mentally preparing to receive one of the hardest blows on his unstable (connected to Megumi) form.

And then Sukuna takes it.

His reaction is highly different from last time though, and it’s kinda obvious why. In chapter 213, he had just barely taken over Megumi’s body as well as he was at 15 fingers. Here he is in his incarnated true form, 19 fingers + his very mummified head in.

That said, the way he only growls/grunts/gasps tanking a DE’s sure hit from someone with a CE around the same as his own is impressive. Not only that, but also another crystal clear hint that he is the fucking King of JJK for a reason. You can’t break him easily. You can’t beat him conventionally. You can’t kill him until his last drop of CE is gone, until his brain is incapacitated, until his self-serving wish to keep existing - even if meaninglessly - is obliterated together with his cursed soul. As long as he holds the overwhelming power to exist, he will keep existing.

Knowing the enemy is NOT down yet, Rika chomps her mouth on Sukuna’s shoulder again as she holds his arms again while Yuta butchers his lower right arm in half, buying the time Yuji needs to fuel the special punch that he hopes will shake Megumi’s soul awake from the depths of this nearly unkillable monster. And if my eyes are not deceiving me, I think that - by the shape of Sukuna’s tattoo - Yuji hits him in the middle of his chest. Right over his heart.

Megumi’s breakdown deserves an analysis of its own.

But, yeah, IT HURTS.

As Yuji is shaken by Megumi’s state, though, the inevitable happens.

Sukuna, following his gamble of tanking and surviving JL to throw the WCD, does exactly that. The chants come on the page on a background a little similar to how his DE first appeared in animation. It’s eerie, cursed, and we know shit will happen on the next page…

Using what seems to be the arm Yuta had slashed in half (or is it the hand Rika was holding before), Sukuna strikes ALL his enemies with a seemingly WCD.

Way too close to him, Yuta takes the bruntest of it - the slash rips/slants his abdomen (letting we peek what is probably his liver), his back and his ring fingered hand (strongest way of connection with Rika) is severed from his wrist. Rika is slashed all over her face, the lower jaw which had bitten onto Sukuna’s shoulder is cut off and falling, her monstrous hands all cut and bloodied when they release Sukuna. Yuji is slashed on his forehead, across his face, and by the blood trajectory, from his collarbone down to abdomen.

There is NO WAY THO that Yuji is dying like that, though.

So before we find out how Yuji - and prolly Yuta too - will survive this attack, it is important to notice here that Sukuna does not say “Dismantle” when he unleashes this attack on them. And, YES, chants ARE important in JJK. (I know a lot of ppl will complain about this, especially since “Gojo died with this attack!”, but I’m just saying what is drawn in the manga.)

Sukuna is back to his menacingly smiling aura as Yuta’s domain starts crumbling on top of him.

But while he is RCTing his injuries and tasting what seems to finally be the end of this cursed battle day, he is struck by the sneakiest signature attack of the modern era.

Maki Zenin, the demon with zero cursed energy, pierces his heart - and soul - with her Split Soul katana.

If I said I haven't screamed at this whole sequence, I would be a liar. This was absolutely INCREDIBLE!

Now I hope GG won't switch the pov back to Hakari x Uraume, but I feel like he might as well do again T_T

Anyway, I just had to write all this to say how PERFECT Gege is weaving Gojo's pupils battle against the greatest King of Curses!!

#jjk 251 #jjk meta #or kind of lol #i just needed to get this out somewhere or it would bug my mind until next chapter #which will happen in TWO WEEKS T_T #ryomen sukuna #yuta okkotsu #itadori yuuji #maki zenin

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exalted-dawn-drabbles · 14 days

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Happy friday Ed!!! For some Talenna/Calder arranged marriage AU "no prince is worth your life." from the language of thorns prompts?

HEHEHEHEHE THANKS FOR THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU YOU KNOW THIS STUFF IS MY SHIT KIA. Also don't ask why they're sleeping in a bed together or why Calder doesn't question him straddling her they have a very special friendship XD Anyway for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Attempted Murder but ALAS Romance Armor saves the day, ~700 words

No Prince Is Worth Your Life | By Exalted_Dawn

No prince is worth your life.

That was what she told herself as she sat astride her husband's lap, each knee braced against his hip and a dagger pointed straight at his throat. She could kill him here. It would be easy. The huge oaf slept with his chest and neck bared to the open, body splayed skyward like a cat basking in the noon day sun. She hadn’t even needed to move him. A single stab and she could be free and on her way to the royal quarters, where she could kill the king and be free of this life. This war. She knew all the halls. The pathways. Which windows were locked and which ledges unguarded.

It would be entirely too easy. An opportunity she had been waiting months for, and all she needed to do to take it was plunge her dagger down into Calder’s neck. Quick. Efficient. Silent.

She watched him, her husband. The gentle rise and fall of his chest. His arm outstretched where she had been resting her head, with fingers twitching slightly in her absence. His mouth was slightly open, but his expression was relaxed. At peace. If she killed him now, he would not feel pain. It would be a kind death, for what it was worth. She would make sure of that. After the surprising kindnesses he had shown her in the months passed, it was the least he deserved. There had been so many clumsy efforts at connection. Dinners and gifts. Outings into the city, and trips to the country where he had grown up. Even if it was to be expected of a married couple, he had opened his world to her willingly and had even defended her against the world when it had not been kind. A single, rare flower of honor amidst this septic garden.

She would cull him cleanly, and without pain. All she needed was to push down with her blade. She would…

“Tal…?”Groggy amber eyes blinked solemnly up at her, dazed and unfocused with sleep. Her husband. “You unable to sleep? Slurred speech and swaying sight, he reached for her, his other hand rising to brush a strand of hair from her face. He had not noticed the knife that sat inches above his bobbing throat.

Every conviction in her began to slump and wilt.

She had been caught, she told herself, carefully rocking forward so that she might slip the knife beneath her pillow without him noticing. It couldn’t have been helped. If only he had stayed asleep- but, no. He was awake now and the risk of him yelling for help too great.

That was what she would say.

Talenna released her grip on the knife and shifted her weight to let it rest on her now empty hand– as if she had been propped above him like so the entire time.”Just an unpleasant dream,” she whispered, bowing yet even more towards him so that he could hear her better. “I did not mean to wake you. I thought-” She thought she could kill him. “I thought I might be able to steal a bit of your warmth. I do not sleep as well in this wet cold.”

Calder watched her for a few seconds. Still sleepy. Still vulnerable. A low noise rose from his throat, and he nodded. “...Mmn, alright.” His hand fell heavy against her back, pulling her body snug over his own. His other came up to rest against her shoulder, holding her there, less like a vice and more like a hug. He had not even thought to question, the damned idiot….

“Let me know if you need anything else.” The whisper was a rumble in her ear, somehow so loud in the soundless night.

“I will,” she whispered back.

Already, she could feel him drifting off into peaceful sleep once more. Hardly, he had been stirred. His hands twitched around her, tightening a little. “Sleep well… I’ll see… you…”

‘I’ll see you in the morning’.

His nightly promise to her. And her unwitting oath to him.

He will see her in the morning.

And he would.

#dadwc #dragon age fanfiction #talenna ethera #calder eikmann #dragon age #calenna

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hualianff · 11 months

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Fisherman HX

Fisherman HX who finds an injured creature tangled up in an abandoned net. Not only does HX recognize this creature as a merman, but also as the infamous sinker of numerous shady ships.

He decides to help this merman anyway, their wounds look quite severe.

HX: “how bad can he be-?”

HC: [weakly hisses and tries ripping HX’s hands off]

HX: “GAH”

Nevertheless, HC’s wounds are too many and too deep. And he can only defend himself so much while trapped in the net. Eventually, he lets HX pull him up into the boat.

HX can’t believe he’s actually following through with this idiotic plan. He slowly unsheathes his trusty dagger, making sure the merman can see he means no bodily harm, just needs to begin cutting up the net.

This merman can’t seem to understand HX’s words but still gives him the most judgmental looks. Especially when they’re back in HX’s cottage, the human attempting to apply ointment to the bleeding scratches on his back, and some gashes on his tail.

However, the merman’s mobility seems to worsen over the next few hours. HX curses. There must have been poison involved. It would take him a couple days to properly identify it and concoct the appropriate cure. Because of the merman’s mild paralysis, HX literally has to tend to the merman’s whims.

A week goes by. The two have established a somewhat friendly relationship. And as it turns out, HC can understand human tongue

HC: “you fuckin’ loser”

HX, getting whiplash: “exCUSE ME!?”

HX decides to bring HC on his next fishing trip. The merman’s condition has improved enough. Plus, if HC can communicate with him, he should be able to offer advice on how to catch more fish to sell in the next market.

So here HX is, patiently waiting for the telling wiggling of his small nets below. HC is splayed out on the other end of the boat, chilling and ultimately making HX’s life harder.

It doesn’t get more exciting than this-

SPLASH!

A body shoots out of the water and yoinks HX overboard. The creature drags HX beneath the surface, constricting his limbs and going for his neck.

A series of aggressive clicks echoes underwater.

HX: [so this is how i die?]

One second, HX is being drowned by what is clearly another merman, the next moment he’s somehow back above the surface and gasping for air.

HC now insistently clicks at the other merman, who squawks then hisses as he brandishes HX’s limp body like a ragdoll.

HX: “Whasss goin’ on?”

HC: “Shut up, don’t say anything.”

He chirps one last time to the other merman.

***

HC beckons his mate closer, speaking in merman tongue.

“Love, let the human go. He saved me.”

Floating next to the boat, XL bares his teeth, his expression one of disbelief.

“Are you sure? I can still drown him if you want. He’s just a human,” XL says, still half-strangling HX.

Centuries ago, XL’s pod was brutally attacked by pirates. As an adventurous, young merman, XL had swam too close to the surface, consequently leading the pirates to his podmates. A few survived, but XL never forgets.

He will never let his vendetta against humans go.

Funny how things work out.

While XL was born a merman, HC was turned by XL when they mated. This explains why HC knows human tongue and has a better understanding of human behavior. It also helps him sink even the most advanced ships.

XL and HC started off extremely hostile, HC a merchant who sailed the waters XL resided in. HC even has a scar from their first meeting, which he jokes that it’s a love bite or something. HC always wore tough clothing so XL’s jaws couldn’t pierce through.

Feisty XL hadn’t hesitated to chomp HC multiple times.

Alas, the fates had plans for them. Over the course of five years, the merman and human fell deeply in love. HC had then offered his life for XL’s to have, and the decision to mate was made.

The transformation process is a difficult one, and has a very low chance of survival. It involves dark ancient magic; a ritual consisting of feeding from human flesh for one week straight; then drowning until near death before being saved with a kiss from a merman.

When HC’s two legs took the form of a beautiful, massive, crimson and black tail, the pair had lovingly intertwined tails while wrapping their arms around each other.

Many, many eras have come and went. XL taught HC the merman ways from how to swim at incredible speeds to how to avoid humans and the violence they bring.

The mated pair have been together since, swimming beneath the ocean’s surface, inseparable.

Now, XL has successfully stalked the human that took his mate. He doesn’t understand human tongue, and is prepared to slaughter this human and offer the flesh for HC to devour to recover.

Fortunately, HC explains the situation, and HX’s life is spared.

HC: “He’s honestly not that bad.”

XL: “...did you misbehave while you were with him?”

HC: “Not a single eating utensil left, water everywhere on his floors, and I managed to break his… he said teevee?”

XL, purring: “That’s my boy. ”

HX is still held in the feisty merman’s clutches. After a snickering string of clicks from the new merman, HX questions: “What is he saying?”

“Oh, he says thank you for helping me,” HC answers.

What XL actually said: “Why is his haircut so ugly?”

Soon enough, XL hoists himself up into HX’s boat. He deposits HX on the floor, then wiggles over to HC.

“Missed you,” XL says, petting his mate’s hair. HC responds by nuzzling his forehead against XL’s.

HX lays on his back, staring up at the sky. He now has two merman cuddling in his boat, and exactly zero fish have been caught.

“Why am I here?”

A few days later, XL approaches HX’s boat again and actually does offer human flesh for HC. HX gags and looks away as HC happily tears into the gory flesh.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #hualian au #cerdrabbles #fisherman he xuan #merman hua cheng #merman xie lian #mermay #fluff #comedy

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mishapocalyse · 2 years

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Hallelujah, My Ass (Part One)

Description: Soldier Boy is a skeptic when it came to religion. Unfortunately, his mind changes once he meets you.

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning// Language//Fluff//Comfort//Kind of Angsty//Blood//Gore?

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Notes: Mixed some Supernatural in there. Because I can. Part of the Under 500 words prompt.

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No.

He did not believe in God. How could he when no matter how loud or hard he screamed for Hod to save him, no one came. No one answered. Not until Butcher and the other fuckheads decided to break him out.

You were his guardian angel, assigned to him as he was chosen by Mr.Almighty himself. They called him a “righteous man” as to which the other angels snorted. They knew who America’s Soldier was and alas all knew that he didn’t belong in Heaven. However, he still was given you to watch over him.

It was a useless endeavor. Soldier Boy wanted nothing to do with Homelander, however his mission to take each and every one of his traitorous old teammates out was something he was achieving through the whole thing. He couldn’t die, really-and for some reason he hated that. He despised everything that was happening now and what happened back then.

“Oi. Are you done staring at the sun? We have the TNT Twins location.” Butcher announces, slinging the crowbar over his shoulder.

Soldier Boy rolled his eyes, snagging his shield off the floor. You were quick to follow, floating gracefully behind him and into the car that Butcher had somehow acquired. You sat next to him, listening to the disgusting conversation as Soldier Boy referred to the darling Hughie Campbell as “cum guzzler”. In no way was his lack of respect pleasing to you. However, you knew being his guardian he had his soft spots.

Your eyes flicked over to him again after while. He had fallen asleep on the way to Vermont. You leaned over to push a strand of hair from his face, he jerked and sat up abruptly, grumpily staring daggers at Hughie.

“Did you fucking touch me gay boy?” When Hughie said no, Soldier Boy huffed and looked back at the window without a snide remark. You giggled softly, continuing to watch him.

He should not have come to Herogasm. Neither should have you but anywhere he went—you were to follow. The place was booming with life and clad nude bodies intermingling with one another. You were alarmed by all the sin happening at once, you still followed diligently behind as Soldier Boy tore through the entire home killing his target. This time it felt off.

It was too hot—he was too hot this time.

From how bright he shined was too much for the people around him as he burned through them. For you, not a scratch. You reached out and for the first time you tenderly gripped onto his shoulders and transported him back to where Butcher and Hughie were waiting.

“You are becoming a hazard to yourself, dear boy.” You softly stated aloud.

“Who the fuck are you?” Soldier Boy said as both Hughie and Butcher were also staring directly at you.

You found yourself looking around, and you realized they could see you. This was not at all surprising as this had happened with other humans with their angels at times. This was one of those “not so graceful” moments.

You raised up, your white gown glistening in the sun. Your long hair lightly flowing in the wind.

“I am exceptionally relieved that my vessel was the one revealed instead of my true form. If that was the case…none of you would have eyes. Possibly even dead for gazing upon it.” You lightly laughed, stepping forward, giving a light curtsy.

“I am Y/N, your guardian angel, Soldier Boy.” When you had introduced yourself you were confused by the sudden lack of belief from your human.

“Yeah and I’m the fucking Easter Bunny.” He snorts. Butcher and Hughie are appalled, but with Soldier Boy in not believing you.

You sighed, shaking your head as you released your wings to full span. They were gold with black specks, fanning out to about a 40 ft wing span. Your eyes were a clear white as you stepped forward, engulfed in a ray of sunlight.

“I am an angel of the Lord-sent to guard and guide you to your life’s intended purpose.” You bellowed, voice echoing through the trees. The three men took their steps back.

“I guess the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost is real then. Well Hallelujah.” You heard Hughie say as you shot him a small smile.

“You are hurt.” You state taking Hughie’s hands as they glowed for a split second before returning to the correct color.

Staring back at Soldier Boy, he continued to shake his head at you and the situation.

“You do not have to believe me, dear Soldier. However, I am real. For that you must rejoice-“ he snorted again as he began to laugh at you.

“Gotta’ be kidding me. Hallelujah, my ass. Get the fuck out of here lady.”

Hughie tried telling him to watch mouth and do not taking you lightly.

“As you wish, Dear Solider Boy.” You left a feathery touch to his cheek before disappearing into thin air.

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itsnothingofinterest · 1 year

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Hey 👋🙂 how's everything going?

Can I run a ,not very solid but interesting, theory by you?

Do you think it could be a toga/twice clone who stops dabi from exploding?

Because Dabi can't die (and if he does a lot of setups in bnha will end in failure) and there's no one else who could realistically stop Dabi from trying to kill himself to end endeavor?

Nothing endeavor does can stop Dabi, not just because of his quirk but I can't really think of anything he could say that would have enough of an impact at this point.

And while shoto might get another shot, it doesn't really matter if he (somehow) manages to overpower Dabi's quirk, because shoto already gave his brother an answer, a somewhat poorly thoughtout one.

The rest of the todoroki family may be close by but they didn't seem intent to leave the shelter or try to confront Dabi themselves even if they did.

I don't know exactly how toga/twice clones could stop or convince Dabi not to explode but it could be cool for more Lov bonds content, and because it seems like no one else can do it.

Do you think so or different? Or did you have any theories?

Going good, thanks for asking. Regarding your theory, and going through the situation character by character:

Endeavor, until recently, I actually did think could get through to Touya in the brief time BNHA has left. All he’d need to do is finally put being a father over being a hero for specifically Touya’s sake; and for a while he just so happened to drag his villain-killing Dabi-rivalling coworker Hawks everywhere who could provide such an opportunity. It could’ve been as easy as Hawks tossing feathers Dabi’s way & Endeavor’s body moving before he could think in the way of the attack. Wouldn’t have to be lethal or anything, just taking the damage would speak so much to Touya. But alas, that’s now off the table. As is seemingly any other opportunity for Endeavor to save Touya, especially at the expense of his heroic duties. Under these circumstances they’re pretty solidly on opposite sides of a conflict where all Endeavor can do is “save the day” or die trying. Best he could do for Touya is apologize and try to reason with him; and this far in I don’t think words alone would be enough. What Endeavor has always needed to do is put Touya first, but he can’t under this set-up so…yeah.

While Shoto would be able to do more to stop at least the explosion; I certainly get where you’re coming from with his hurdles in actually talking Touya down, an important step in the process. A big part of why I keep harping on about a part 2 of BNHA is characters not being nearly ready to conclude their arcs; and that includes Shoto not being ready to really save his brother and talk him out of villainy. As you said; he gave all he had to say, it was insufficient and couldn’t reach Touya, and as much as I hoped otherwise when Stain appeared, nothing’s changed in him or what he would say since Dabi left for Gunga a few minutes ago. He could still save Dabi from exploding; but much like Deku saving Tomura from just AFO if he gets to UA, that alone wouldn’t really solve any of the core issues that brought us here. At most, it’d show that the kids have a bit more character than anticipated, maybe convince the villains they won’t be entirely hopeless as heroes, but be nowhere near sufficiently cover or make up for everything.

So as for Toga/Twice playing a part, I could see the potential. Like Endeavor, there’s not much they could do to stop the explosion besides try to talk him into not blowing himself up; but unlike Endeavor, I actually think they could have a shot at that. Mainly because, if either asked Dabi not to off himself, there’s no way it could be anything but a genuine decree that his life has value; where as Endeavor would have great difficulty sounding genuine saying the same thing. There are a few issues though; and the main one I see is that Toga’s entire parade seems to have been corralled somewhere far from all the innocent civilians Endeavor is leading Dabi too. Plus Toga has her own arc anyway to resolve. So I don’t know how she’d talk to Dabi on this.

As for my own theories, well maybe I just have trouble letting go of ideas but I still think Shigaraki should use the AFO quirk to save his allies; Dabi & Spinner in particular. I’m almost as short on details as you are on how Toga/Twice would save Dabi, this is also just an interesting theory I have; but if Warps somehow enter into play then Tomura would probably have an easy enough time both stopping the bomb and telling Dabi not to off himself. Boss-man’s word is law after all, but more importantly he’d sound just as genuine as Toga or Twice saying Dabi should live. Failing that though; maybe it’ll be some combination of the above. Shoto stops the explosion, Toga convinces Dabi to live, and they retreat to Tomura who gives Dabi Hyper-Regen to heal his injuries so he can fight another day, possibly after thinking through some stuff he'll need to think over after the war. And Endeavor is also there, maybe throwing out an apology, for what little it's worth. Maybe he dies too, I don’t know; he's got a few death flags of his own but either way's fine I guess.

(Oh, and just regarding the rest of the family; I'm actually not sure what part they'll play. They could try to help, but it's Shoto's story in the end so maybe they'll just play the citizens Endeavor Dabi endangers to show him going to far or whatever. Thought gut feeling; I'm not sure they'd have the easiest time talking him down anyway either.)

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Someone great 💚P9💚

Loki x Divorced! Female Reader

18+ | Contains swearing, smut, angst, ex husband, alcohol, probably some more please let me know if I leave anything major out x

A/N: this chapter is a lil boring 🥲

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Sore was the best way you could describe how you felt. It was a dull ache that left you laying with a hot water bottle between your legs. You wished you had regretted what had gotten you in this situation but alas, you were happy to be fucked straight back into it by Loki. He teased you about it, the hot water bottle. You had both been texting since the last time you saw eachother. You told him the condition he had left you in and he promised it’d be worse next time before suggesting taking you to dinner first. As it turns out, Loki was good for more than just sex and that included great conversation. He often left you laughing whenever you’d converse.

One of the first times he proved he was good for more than just the horizontal dance, was when one of the shelves in your room broke and he was quick to rush over and fix it. The second was when Olivia had successfully managed to block the sink making her potions and Loki, somehow doubling up as a plumber, came over and unblocked it. The third, being the one you were most grateful for was when your car was being serviced and Loki spent the day chauffeuring you around. You insisted that he didn’t have to but “being the boss”, he took the day off anyways with the excuse of “it’ll save you money.”

Overall, Loki was becoming your friend. When you, he and Bucky all worked together, you were friends but that friendship never really extended the workplace unlike his friendship with Bucky which was the reason he had always stayed in your life. Of course there was still the matter of the sex which is what you called it now as if it was it’s own separate entity. To facilitate the sex, you took up yoga classes which was your way of saying you watched videos on YouTube with women stretching and showing how bendy they were whilst pretending to teach you how to be the same. Funnily enough, you were actually a little more flexible, Loki even complimented you on it during the sex. It was the motivation you needed to watch another video.

Loki💚: How are you feeling now, still sore? 😉

You smiled when you saw his message, unlocking your phone to reply until your half closed bedroom door knocked before Bucky stepped inside.

“Ready to go?” He asked as you locked your phone.

“Yeah, let me just get my coat.” You answered.

As if life couldn’t get any better, you were spending the weekend at Bucky’s mothers house with Bucky. Luckily Winnifred’s house was huge and away from the city, it meant that you could disguise this inconvenience as a mini break. There was also a little lake on the grounds that you’d be sure to spend some alone time at considering you wouldn’t have to look after Liv. Whenever you all stayed at Winnifreds house, which was more frequent when you and Bucky were actually married, you barely saw the girl, too busy with her grandmother who was always spoiling her. You would have denied Winnifreds invitation but you couldn’t deny how much you loved her house plus, it was one of you and Bucky’s ways of showing you were still a United front when it came to Liv.

Bucky carried you and Livs bags to the car as you both got inside. Once Bucky was inside, all that was left was the four hour drive that would no doubt pass in an awkward silence if Liv fell asleep as she almost always did. You looked out of the window, watching the city pass you as Bucky drove until your phone vibrated reminding you that you hadn’t replied to Loki. The notification itself was from Instagram but you decided to discreetly reply to Loki in the hopes that Bucky didn’t notice. He was yet to find out that you and Loki were seeing each other considering how strategic you had been with your meetings. Olivia didn’t even know he had been in the house, Loki only coming when she was out or asleep.

Y/N: Much better 😊 Weekending at the Barnes’s so replies might be slow, terrible service.

Before you could put your phone away, Loki read your message before the three little dots appeared in the chat leaving you biting down your smile.

Loki💚: Do try and have fun! If not no worries, we’ll be having a lot of fun once you’re back x

This time you couldn’t fight your smile, the action catching Bucky’s attention.

“What’s got you all smiley?” He asked in an amused tone. This made your smile quickly fall.

“Nothing that concerns you.” You answered in an unenthusiastic tone. You had both been angsty since the night he turned up at your house.

“Have I done something to upset you?” He questioned glancing at you. Turning your head, you looked at Liv who was fast asleep, mr giraffe falling out of her hand.

“No.” You replied. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke again.

“Thank you for coming y/n.”

“As if I had a choice.” You rolled your eyes. How could you possibly say no to Winnifreds king sized bed rooms, the chefs, the beautiful scenery and the secret nightcaps you both took when Bucky was asleep?

By the time it got to the last leg of the journey, you were yawning, eyes beginning to close before you woke yourself back up.

“You can go sleep you know” Bucky chuckled “you’ve been trying to stay awake for ages now. I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”

Without answering, you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

When the three of you arrived, Bucky lightly shook your shoulder waking you up. You stretched, opening your eyes to be met by the familiar sight of Winnifred and George’s house, it was truly breathtaking especially with the sun setting over it.

“Hey sweets.” You smiled, turning to see Olivia waking up too.

“I’ll go get the bags, you two go in, moms expecting you.” Bucky spoke, undoing his seatbelt. Humming in response, you undid your own seatbelt before exiting the car and getting Olivia out. You both made your way towards the door, one of Livs hands in yours whilst the other clutched mr giraffe. When you reached, the door opened, Winnifred wrapping her arms around you tightly as she whispered in your ear.

“You’re saving me.” She murmured, leaving you confused before a sight for sore eyes came into focus behind her.

“Hey Livvy.” Alexis smiled, waving at Olivia.

Great, this was going to be a fun weekend.

Hey lovelies, I thought I’d shake this fic up a bit with a weekend away - there will be slightly less Loki in the next one or two chapters but I’m sure other things will happen plus, y/n and Loki both have phones 😉 also this fic follows like no timeline it seems 🤣

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bitchdafuqyousay · 4 months

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At Mami's

The house was almost uncomfortably warm, despite the windows being open and the loud grumbling of the old ac system. Sam was sitting on the couch; ramrod straight with his hands folded tightly in his lap. It wasn’t the heat that was making him so uncomfortable- it was the massive, scarred man sprawled out near him. He was reclining on the arm of the couch, his forearm tucked under his head with the other one folded over his stomach. The real problem was that one long leg was slung over the back of the couch, his muscular thigh bordering on touching Sam’s shoulder and the other leg was hung off the edge which resulted in their ankles touching each other. Practically caging him in on the couch.

He also had no fucking idea who this guy was.

The blonde had just waltzed in through the door and dropped down on the couch right next to Sam as if he lived there. Which Sam was pretty sure he didn’t; he thinks the woman who took him in would have mentioned that she had a massive roommate who had actual guns, plus in the four or so weeks he’d been with Mami he’d never seen this guy. He seems like something someone would mention.

Or maybe not.

This whole island was a fucking nightmare so maybe this was just another normal thing here. He silently prayed Mami would get back from the market soon. Though he didn’t believe in prayer or God anymore. Not after his parents abandoned him here. Hardcore christians who thought that somehow all their white, bible thumping, protestant glory would bring God and salvation to this place. Allegedly at least. That’s what they said. Yet for some reason of all their eight children they only took their seventeen year old son with them, and after a month of yelling about God on street corners they suddenly disappeared. He just woke up in the apartment they’d rented alone, finding his parents and their stuff gone. His things had all been left, save his passport. That’d vanished alongside his mom and dad.

He’d come to believe that they came here with the intention of abandoning him.

The big man shifted some, his head lifting slightly and looking in the direction of the door; which opened just seconds after.

“What’re you doing in my house, gringo grande? I don’t recall inviting you to see me.”

Okay, so she did know him. But he didn’t live here. Sam was right.

“Sammy, if he shows up just tell him to get lost.” The old woman strode past the couch where the two males were and dropped her bags on the kitchen table with a grunt

“Oh, uhm- I dun’ think I…” The boy trailed off, glancing at the man out of the corner of his eye. He just huffed dismissively and reached into his vest pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, but he didn’t get to take one out though because he got smacked on the wrist almost instantly by Mami, who’d gotten there so quick she may as well have teleported.

“Hans, que Dios te ayuda- do not light that trash in my house!”

The man rolled his eyes but still closed the box and put it away, dropping his head back on the arm of the sofa with a groan.

“You of all people should know that nothing gets lit in my house unless it's Cuban or pure cannabis.”

She turned away to walk back to the bag of produce she’d brought back when the man, Hans, spoke; “Sage. Incense.”

The two words sounded rough; a harsh, whispered growl as if it was hard to get them out of his throat. Mami glared at him over his shoulder and Sam flinched a bit. He wanted to get up and step outside but alas, he was still trapped between this bastard’s legs. He couldn’t leave without clambering over a large thigh and Sam was humiliated at the thought.

Yeah, ‘scuse me big guy I'm just gonna climb over you real quick dun’ mind me as I scramble over your thigh to run out of here.

Absolutely not.

“If you’re gonna be cheeky then get out of my house, pendejo.”

Hans grunted out something like a laugh, “¿Usted casa es mi casa, no?”

“No. What do you want?”

Sam followed Hans’ arm as he lifted it off his stomach and pointed to an envelope on the table. Sam hadn’t even noticed it, he had no idea Hans had even brought anything besides his twin guns. Though he supposed anyone normal would be more focused on the weapons a man was carrying and not a fucking piece of mail. Mami huffed and shuffled over to snatch it up; tearing it open to examine the contents- a piece of paper and a flashdrive. She scrutinized the paper and looked over the top of it to glare at her uninvited guest. If looks could kill, Hans would’ve exploded right there on the couch and taken Sam out with him.

“No haga este tipo de trabajo, Hans. Y tú lo sabes.”

Sam ducked as the man quite literally slung his leg over Sam’s head so he could plant his foot on the floor and sit up fully. He held up his hands in a placating sort of way. The old lady looked at the flashdrive in her hand and sighed loudly- running a hand down her face in exasperation. She stared at Hans for a second and Sam was surprised to see a soft look pass over her features.

Then Mami waved a wrinkled hand dismissively, “I’ve gotta make a call, get out for a moment.”

Hans stood up and headed for the door, then looked over his shoulder and sighed before striding back to grab Sam by his collar- pulling him out as well. Sam didn’t protest. He had a feeling this guy wouldn’t listen to him and there was no way he would be able to fight him off.

Once they were outside with the rickety door shut behind them the other guy took his pack of cigarettes out again, tapping the bottom on the palm of a large hand before pulling one out and placing it between his lips. He paused and turned his head slightly to look down at Sam, quirking an eyebrow curiously. Sam hadn’t realized he’d been staring and started to stammer an apology.

A cigarette was held out in front of his face before he could get out a whole word, though. Hans must’ve thought he’d been looking at his smokes, that was good. Sam had actually just been staring in general, but this little misunderstanding was better- he was sure of it.

“I’ve never smoked before.” He blurted out while taking it from him anyways. Hans shrugged and pulled out a lighter, lighting his before passing it to Sam. Sam flicked it, but startled at the spark and almost dropped it instead of successfully lighting the cigarette. His face burned, but not from the heat outside as Hans took the lighter and lit the cigarette for him.

Sam had seen people smoke before, breathe in then exhale the smoke. It seemed simple, and the guy next to him made it look really, really easy. So it’d probably be fine. Sam inhaled deeply.

It wasn’t fine.

Almost immediately Sam began to cough, it tasted awful and burned in his chest. His eyes watered up and he doubled over a bit. He was humiliated, honestly.

This is the worst I hate it here why did I take that thing he’s gonna laugh at me oh my god-

He felt a hand on his upper back, patting him as he choked. He glanced up though teary eyes and was almost more embarrassed to see that the man wasn’t laughing; his face was almost totally blank and unmoved, like he’d been expecting this outcome. He needed to detract from this moment; he needed to divert the attention, even though it was barely even there.

“So, uh, I’m seventeen.”

Hans stopped patting his back and looked down at him quizzically. ‘So what?’ was written on his face.

“I’ve only been here a few months. Mami took me in, she’s really good. I dun’ think I’d still be alive if she didn’t find me and decide to help me out.” He was blabbering, Hans just nodded.

“I’m seventeen-” shit, he’d already said that “-how old are you?”

Hans held up two fingers, then eight. Twenty-eight. “Woah!”

The pale man’s head whipped around to stare down at him- giving him a very sharp look.

Fuck you mean ‘woah’!?

“I mean, uh, it’s not like you look old- or something like that, you just look tired? The people that I knew who were in their twenties were all just, peppy. Bright eyed and stuff. Though maybe that’s cause they're delusional. Culty. I dunno. Sorry.”

Hans looked away and sucked his teeth before he took a long drag of his cigarette.

“You seem to know Mami, pretty well, I mean.”

“Stayed with her.” Sam perked up at the older guy’s gritty sounding response. Finally something in common. He could try to work with this.

“Like I’m doing now? When you were young- I mean when you were younger you stayed here? Does she take in kids and stuff often?” Hans grunted, turning to face Sam fully, leaning on the wall and pointed at it, before placing his hand on his chest and drawing it forwards slightly while bringing his index finger and thumb together. Sam paused and squinted a bit; Hans repeated the motion, slower this time, a halfway hopeful look on his handsome face.

“Oh! Oh, I know that! That’s ‘like’! She likes to!” Sam had taken an asl course in highschool, and felt a surge of pride when Hans reached out and ruffled his hair, clearly pleased with him. “What does she like about it?”

Hans signed something else, but it was more complex than Sam knew, and after a bit Hans re-signed ‘likes’ then put out his right hand palm down and raised it slowly. Sam appreciated that, even though he was essentially being talked to like a toddler. Simple words in broken sentences.

“Mami likes to see kids grow up, okay. That’s pretty nice, fits with the sort of tough love personality. But uh, why? I dun’ mean to pry, I'm just asking but it’s not serious though.”

The pale blonde paused, and his brown eyes visibly saddened.

Hers’ never got to.

Sam sagged against the wall when he figured out what Hans had signed, "Oh..."

“That's why she doesn’t work, now.” The man seemed to have found his voice again, he’d used his hands to give himself a break, probably. He sounded like he had trouble speaking. There was a little stretch of silence for a bit before Sam tugged Hans sleeve.

“Could I, uh, could I try another cigarette?”

Hans ruffled his hair again, and the weight of his hand made Sam bend over a bit. His request was granted; the man reopened his pack and held one out to him. And it was at that exact moment the door opened behind them.

“I’ll hold it for you, for now, but- Hans!” Mami lifted a hand and smacked him on the shoulder with a resounding slap, “You’ve lost your mind! Giving a boy a cigarette!” Her hand kept falling over his shoulder; Sam was surprised by the amount of power in them given the fact that she had reach up and stand on her toes to actually hit him. Hans made a something of a “weh” sound as he leaned away from her, but he didn’t actually make any real effort to actually get away. He was even smiling softly.

“It’s not his fault Mami! I asked for one- I wanted to try!”

“Gringo grande here is grown! Someone at his big age ought to say no, be an adult!” She ended her attack and crossed her arms, “Both of you get inside. It’s almost dinner time. Hans you’re prepping all the vegetables as penance for acting like a fool. It’s also tax for showing up here asking for a favor.”

The big man grinned down at her, all sharp teeth, and Sam was reminded of a snarling dog, despite the genuine happiness in his face. Sauntering into Mami’s house Hans bent down and pressed a large, dramatic kiss to the woman’s cheek.

“Aye, pendejo, don’t act sweet with me now-” She swatted at him but her eyes were filled with undeniable fondness “-now put your knife skills to work and get to cutting. Sam you set the table then go sit down and recover from dealing with this brute.”

Sam nodded and briefly wondered if he should also kiss her cheek before walking in; he debated and nodded in affirmation before gently pecking her cheek and jogging in after Hans. He didn’t see the large smile that took over Mami’s face as he went by her, not that she’d have let him see.

“Hans! I go by Sammy, that’s my nickname! Do you have one? Cause I’m Sammy!”

He'd already said that. Damn

#Hans Fauste #Sam Kaeler #sometimes she writes #oc writing #my writing #my ocs #Sammy is just some guy tbh hes so lame he's actually my son #this is before he joins the maroon company btw #he had the misfortune of meeting Hans first but like Hans likes kids n Sammy has a baby face so all was well #Hans would also never commit an act of violence or intimidation in front of Mami she'd smack him upside the head n scold him real bad #Mami loves him tho. n grows to love Sam too. she genuinely loves all her surrogate shit head bastards

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redrose-arrow · 2 years

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hi so it’s very important to me that you meet Falcon and Hawk, Gilan’s cats:

basically i headcanon that selethen, when he came to araluen for the royal wedding, gave gilan a cat when he left. and the cat came with a note, which told gilan to name the cat after something that reminded him of selethen, *cute and slightly blussing winky face*. but gilan was so in awe over the cat that he couldn’t come up with the perfect name, so he went to the one other person he knew who had had to name pets: will.

that was a mistake.

because, as we all (but gilan obviously does not) know, will is terribly at coming up with names and cannot be credited with the names of his own dogs. and so the cat was called “sand” for a while. it could’ve been worse, but, as jenny remarked to gilan, is that really the best thing to name the cat after?

it was indeed jenny who ended up suggesting the perfect name: hawk (because selethen’s nickname in nihon-ja was taka, get it?).

alas, hawk it is. hawk is orange and must have more than nine lives because there is no other way to explain how he is still alive. too many falling down... anything. hawk is also scared of mouses and birds and insects and would not survive a day in the wild. gilan is 99% sure that the one time hawk went into the woods he almost died, and that he was saved by another cat. hawk brought this cat home. gilan did not want to take the new cat in, initially, but at closer inspection realised that the cat must have been abanonded. its fur was dull, grey, and dirty. besides, hawk seemed absolutely and totally in love with the cat. so gilan welcomed it into his home and named him falcon.

hawk and falcon share one braincell. they like to cuddle, anywhere and everywhere. one time, gilan took off his cloak outside when it was warm, the cats fell asleep in it, and gilan couldn’t find them for hours. several tear-stained letters were sent and he almost declared a fief-wide emergency. ever since, gilan and the cats are even more inseparable.

gilan has even made a habit of bringing hawk and falcon to the gatherings. the first time, hawk decided to pick a fight with ebony (no one understood why). falcon made himself comfortable in the grass and watched. ebony fought back until hawk retreated. gilan complained that will’s dog bullied his cat. will countered that gilan’s cats were just too arrogant. and since rangers love a little drama, they began picking sides, and within a few minutes the entire corps was divided into cats and dogs teams. flashbacks to the great coffee debate were not uncommon. weapons were grabbed and threats were made but. but. then halt came in between his two apprentices and pointed a finger. turns out, falcon, hawk, and ebony had all fallen asleep on crowley’s lap. the gathering was saved.

this is not to say the cats do not annoy gilan, too. they have hissed at him for daring to pet them and have meowed at the most inconvenient times when they wanted attention. he has cursed at them several times already and undoubtedly will do so again. they also run away occassionally to convince townspeople to feed them and pee on gilan’s bed when they’re stressed out over bad weather. hawk especially gets stressed out when it’s pouring outside and will hide in the most unreachable places.

bonus: the only person that hawk and falcon like more than gilan, is david. they somehow and inexplicably despise selethen and gilan thinks it’s hilarious.

#this is the start of my apologies for the sad posts lmao #also i have been obsessed with this idea for a year now so. enjoy.#the left cat turned out alright but idk what happened to hawk.#i think he's having a stroke #poor cat #redrose's headcanons #ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #john flanagan #gilan davidson #seley el'then #selethen

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galactic-pirates · 1 year

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Ok Picard finale.

Spoilers below.

My expectations were very low. I had made a list of cynical predictions. I was scared as deep down I was worried it would be even worse. I really thought they might kill off Raffi and I just did not want to see that.

So actually in a lot of ways going into the finale expecting it to be terrible, I wound up almost pleasantly surprised. It was still not good but it was much better than my worst fears, so I ended the episode as a bit of a puddle of relief. It could have been so much worse.

I loved that Raffi just pulled together a new invention of being able to shoot transport beams at people. She’s so smart I love her! I love that she got actual screentime shooting at people (I was expecting her to be sidelined the whole finale tbh), and she even appeared in shot with Seven a few times!

I am amazed that they managed to not shoehorn more Shaw in. I had pretty much convinced myself that Seven’s plot this episode would be all about him, so actually getting to see Seven doing her job, retaking the bridge etc. inspiring the other unassimilated who had been left behind, fighting the impossible fight for StarFleet… yeah that sure was something. I loved that the crew still called her Commander as it was new but Raffi - Raffi!! - was the first to call her Captain as Seven had that role. That’s what Seven was and I think it was important to acknowledge that. It was also so nice that they showed a very brief glimpse of the horror of assimilation and the “what did I do???” from Sydney and Seven hugged her because if anyone was going to understand.

Having Shaw appear at the end via hologram complimenting Seven as apparently something he said weeks ago… I side eye that so hard. So what he was a constant AH to her in person but in private he is redeemed because he actually said something nice? I could have done without that. Why Tuvok couldn’t have said something poignant like “the very qualities that you think disqualify you are the exact ones that give you strength, the ones that saved your crew.“ and convinced Seven that way but alas /sigh I guess Shaw had to have his moment.

I am surprised that Shaw is still dead. I was sure given Matalas’ comments and how rabid the fans are that they’d revive him somehow. I really didn’t want them to because if any spin-off happens with Seven and Raffi and they put Shaw in it, then it will become the Shaw show. I am not at all happy about Jack looking like he might be part of it for the same reason :(

I do love that it is finally, FINALLY, Captain Seven because everytime I heard Hansen I flinched. I have such an aversion to it I won’t reblog gifsets that have it written on. Just no. So finally.

Anyway in fact nobody died. When Deanna was looking at Riker as he left, it felt like she knew he wasn’t coming back. So I got worried for a minute there about Riker. I was pretty convinced Picard was going to die (I predicted his sacrifice) but nope he lived as well.

I think my only real cynical prediction that came true was the approximate “we are on our own” when Data said “we are the cavalry” and that Picard reached Jack through the dad bond. But it was blowing up the beacon that saved the day, so that was more about saving Jack.

I am amazed at how big the Enterprise is and that it just flew through the Borg Cube like that. Real Falcon and Death Star vibes. I laughed so hard when Deanna was like “I am sensing enjoyment” and Data was just smiling like pew pew I fly the ship haha.

I also laughed really hard when Geordi said he hadn’t done the weapons systems and Beverley was like “no problem” and just blew shit up and then the three of them all turned to look at her, like WTF? And she’s like “a lot happened in 20 years”.

I’m sorry my thoughts are all out of order and I am just writing them down as they come to me. Kestra! Oh for all the love of… I can’t believe they still never mentioned her!! Like seriously have Riker and Deanna forgotten they have a daughter??? All this love for biological families and no mention of that. Or you know Soji for Data? There was barely a hint of Geordi to his daughters either, I was expecting more there.

I also didn’t really appreciate or find funny that Deanna was only pretending to listen to Data and searching for vacations. She is seeing him professionally. Now she either needs to be strict about ending the session on time, and/or not booking them so often if it’s too much for her, or if she is going to let it happen she needs to be present. As someone who has had therapy I find it very uncomfortable and feel really sorry for Data. Yes he should be more aware of the time and not keep talking, but Deanna could wind the session to a close earlier. Honestly you’d think this wasn’t her job. It is making her look bad. Deanna deserves better.

I’m glad that Deanna got to do semi-something in that she sensed Riker and that’s what saved them. I still wish that Deanna had more agency beyond being a love interest. But I can be soppy on occasion and the thought of their love being powerful enough to be felt so she could find them, that is kinda sweet. Like a love conquers thing. Not very realistic but sweet.

Jack as special ships counsel is a big WTF? I am guessing that’s a bit like ‘officer without portfolio’ so they can plug him in wherever needed as a Jack of all trades - ha pun not intended. But ugh I did actually predict his joining StarFleet and getting fast tracked. I’m glad it wasn’t quite as bad as I was cynical but I am still not thrilled. I don’t like him as a character and if they were kinda setting up a potential spin-off then he is part of the crew and just ugh, would rather not.

As for Q’s appearance at the end… dear Trek writers I am begging you please create something new. What is the point in ever concluding a story arc if you are just going to bring them back and do it all over again? Allow for new characters, new stories. Let it rest.

Worf leaking Raffi’s service record to her family was nice. The Worf and Raffi friendship this season has been one of the few bright spots. However I am… I had always thought that the narrative was they knew Raffi had saved the day, that she was right about Mars etc. and her family didn’t dispute that she was a hero, just that she was never around for them. The old “you put the world first and us second, and that’s great for the world. Someone has to sacrifice but why you? Why us?” and that kind of pain knows no logic. Feelings can be complicated. Being told “oh she’s a hero so you have to accept being second all the time” is not easy. There’s guilt for feeling selfish but wanting it to be different. Anger, resentment and that’s just for the job. Remember Raffi also had addiction problems, probably triggered as a coping mechanism because of the job but that addiction will also have hurt her family. And to wipe that away with “oh they never actually knew it was worth anything and now they love you” like it’s nice that Raffi can have her family back. Raffi is a good person. She made mistakes and she cares a lot. But it’s too easy and too trite and it feels hollow. Like they decided to slap a happy ending on it which just doesn’t fit.

Also not going to lie as much as I do love the Worf and Raffi friendship. They knew each other for a matter of weeks. Seven and Raffi have known each other much longer, been romantically involved for an unknown length of time within those years. If it was so easy to fix Raffi’s family. I can’t believe Seven wouldn’t have leaked the file years ago. It feels like if that was going to be a moment, then it should have gone to Seven and not Worf.

Speaking of Seven and Raffi’s relationship. Not a hint, not a nod, not any kind of anything? Like the epilogue skipped a year and they are Captain and Number One on the Enterprise-G (side note what happened to the Enterprise-F that was seen last episode with all the fireworks?). So yeah they are working together. The shots were practically beat for beat how the season 2 finale went down. They are ending up as Captain and Commander how they were headed then but it’s now 2-3 years later and they are broken up? Or not? Like what is up with that?

As predicted the changelings barely got a sentence wrapping up their involvement. Just a “Beverley worked out how to find them with the transporters as they were de-borgified”. Side note does that mean the changelings were also assimilated? How would that even work?

Still no mention of the Jurati borg? Or Elnor? Or LARIS?? I mean poor Laris. What a waste. Continuity I don’t know you.

Ok I am sure I am forgetting things. But one last comment on the lighting. It was extra bad this episode. Like really couldn’t see a damn thing on occasion. No exaggeration, literal nope. If they do a spin-off please for the love of Trek make them light the damn thing. I can not take anymore of this no lighting. It’s ridiculous.

Oh! The end scene with the poker. That’s the kind of fan service I don’t really mind. There was some warm fuzzies there.

This was probably the best episode of the season, which given how terrible the season was doesn’t really say much. I have overwhelming relief that Raffi didn’t die and I am also very thankful that the season is over. Each episode I was like “so how bad is is going to get?” And yes there is always fanfic but something being canon can be miserable even if it’s firmly ignored.

For all that I would like a Seven spin-off I don’t trust them in the slightest to do it any justice. I would rather they didn’t make it. Than make it and absolutely butcher their characters, queer-bait the relationship, stress me all out and just generally make me super unhappy about something that should have been joy.

#star trek: picard #picard spoilers #sam rambles (a lot)

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facelessfrey · 2 years

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Roswell New Mexico - Season 4, Episode 11

Okay...aside from OH MY GOD ALEX IS BACK AND HAD ACTUAL SCREEN TIME WITH MICHAEL AND IT WASN’T JUST THE LAST TWO MINUTES OF THE EPISODE HOORAY!

Three things first:

1. Did we really have to bring Alex back just to have him say “oh yeah by the way I’m totally dying from radiation poisoning”? Hahaha. What the fuck?! I mean, I’m gonna go ahead and assume that Vlamis and Tyler wouldn’t be happy with the Malex ending if Alex literally dies. So I’m going to assume that means he gets healed somehow. Perhaps everyone will finally get that handprint moment they’ve been begging for. But I’m just going to have to go with “he’s definitely not dying” or I’m going to lose my mind.

2. If they fucking have Dallas marry them in that permanently twilight world with only Bonnie for a witness, I might also lose my mind. I’m sorry, I’m gonna need A) light and B) everyone else in attendance.

3. Was there an actual explanation of what the Alighting is in Clyde’s ramblings? Because I don’t think there actually was beyond “I’m gonna go home” and like...is that it? Just going back to Oasis? Cause that’s boring. Anticlimactic. I mean, I expect nothing less from this show but still? Why have a fancy word for it if it’s just “point my star map home and walk through a portal”? That doesn’t sound like “THE ALIGHTING” to me. I mean honestly, I need someone to explain the show’s whole alien mythology to me because my god does it not make sense to me AT ALL. This show makes me feel so dumb sometimes and I’m pretty sure it’s just bad storytelling but also....maybe I’m missing something?? So I was rewatching bits of season one because I was having Malex feelings and I ended up watching Noah’s whole scene about “coming from a war torn planet blah blah blah the Alighting and when they come to take us home, I was going to trade you for leverage” and he talked about a stowaway??? So like...why did all these aliens come? They were trying to escape Oasis because of Jones the Dictator? But then Jones stowed away? But like...there were a bunch of his Ophiuchus disciples on that ship too? Noah, Bonnie, Clyde, Tesca etc? So wouldn’t that be more than one stowaway?? And then what were Nora, Louise and Theo actually trying to do? Were they trying to go home? Or were they just trying to save their kids and take Max from Jones so he couldn’t transfer into him? And Theo was undercover helping Jones but also creating pocket dimensions as decoys???? Like...what the fuck is any of this supposed to be?!?!? HELP! I have so many questions and I don’t feel like any of them have been answered.

Aside from those three things....

I was very glad to see Alex in half the episode rather than just the last five minutes like I feared. Still annoyed at the “hey I’m dying part” but remember, we’re ignoring that cause he’s gonna be fine okay. But I like that we really are just full on paralleling Motherland and Raylla and Alex is immediately like “we found each other again let’s get married!” Which is very sweet. And you know...no hang ups there in saying yes...just the whole....dying part but anyway...moving on.

PRESENT DAY, PRESENT TENSE I LOVE YOU!!! ABOUT DAMN TIME! Bless.

They have incredibly cheesy lines but at least one of them isn’t “you’re my turquoise” because I swear if I have to hear Max say that one more time to Liz I’m going to lose it. Haha.

I have to thank Bonnie at least for letting Malex have some alone time while she and Dallas went on their little fruitless errand. I may not really care about her arc but at least she gave us that.

There were references in this episode but I don’t think there were any Harry Potter ones? Maybe I rage blocked it out immediately but I don’t think there were?!?

I continue to adore the Kybel awkwardness and also the fact that Rosa and Max totally know. I desperately wish they had just let Isobel date Anatsa all last season and started fresh with the Kybel slowburn this season so we could have had more time with this but alas. It is what it is. They’re super cute and I can’t wait till they make it official.

I was very glad to see so many Kyle and Rosa scenes in this episode because despite Kyle finding out she was his sister in season one, I feel like their sibling scenes have been pretty nonexistent so yay for those. Especially him telling her how far she’s come and her being like “yeah so Isobel is totally in love with you too you idiot”. I really wish we had gotten so much more but this was great.

I still just...don’t care about this Liz plot that, shocker...was solved in an episode. Well...at least the addiction part. There was that preview (that preview that had no Alex in it again ..ugh) where she said her brain is broken so I guess there’s consequences but still...obviously very rushed.

I feel like Shivani wasn’t totally wrong about Echo because I don’t feel like they’ve really resolved any of their actual issues. But sure...I guess we’ll see.

I suppose I should be happy that they’re all of a sudden now making an attempt to make Liz’s student relevant to the plot but uhhh...yeah...not so much. It all just feels kind of ridiculous to have that whole GED class plot and trying to be a mentor just so she could be used by Clyde like nine episodes later.

I suppose I should also be glad that Clyde is trying to make Shivani and her cryo daughter relevant to the plot too but uhh...I’m sorry I still don’t care. Plus, I really can’t believe that Shiri Appleby was used just for that weird mindscape episode but I feel like they’ve just wasted her if she’s not going to suddenly be relevant at the end. But also...do I even care about her actual character beyond that she’s OG Liz? At this point? No. Although still the fact that she’s apparently related to the Valentis and we didn’t even see her when Kyle and Eduardo went to find her for...reasons? to get Alien console pieces? is just kind of also absurd. She was vaguely plot relevant and we didn’t even see her??? So strange.

Speaking of Eduardo....why were we meant to care at all about him and his estranged daughter if it was literally a twelve second plot point that meant nothing?? Like literally...other than Kybel hooking up, that whole Mexico excursion was thoroughly pointless.

Anyway....I would like Alex not to die now that we’ve got him back. I would like to actually get to see Sanders in that tux at their wedding outside the pocket dimension. That is coincidentally the only thing I still care about aside from Kybel and Rosa’s happiness. The plot is meaningless but I still would really like someone to explain it to me just cause I want to understand. To be honest, I’m not even sure the showrunners and writers could explain it if pressed.

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #roswell nm reviews #rnm s4e11

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aparticularbandit · 2 years

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21 of the angst ask got me thinking about Agnes and Agatha. (Curious what you could with pairing one and two tho)

well, i mean, i can also do the other one. (and by can i mean plan on it just. will post it separately.)

also idk why it decided to double small the stuff i copy-pasted from word. alas.

dialogue prompts - angst edition

21) “You made me miserable and I still loved you.”

tw: discussion of rape/non-con

“I was…I was you.”

Agnes says the words, but she doesn’t understand them, can’t comprehend being the lived in prison for a woman as wonderful as Agatha is, refuses to believe that the memories she has of her parents – her siblings – are an entire false construct, that if she tries to call her mother, no one will answer.

That is, unfortunately, what prompted the entire conversation. She has no mother to call for the holidays, no large family with whom to share Thanksgiving now that she and Ralph aren’t together anymore and he doesn’t insist on keeping these sorts of things to themselves, no children who are happily spending their holidays with their families, which should feel better because it means they aren’t actively ignoring her for years at a time, but doesn’t because it means she has no children and no grandchildren, even though she can very clearly remember each of them and each of their names. There was—

She flinches, and something like static flicks through her brain, and almost immediately she senses a need to change the subject of conversation, except she’s her own person now – apparently she wasn’t before, apparently she hasn’t always been – and she can remember the subject and she doesn’t want to change it, she wants to remember her sons’ names, only there’s an absence where those names should be—

Agnes bites her lower lip. She turns away from Agatha. She crosses one arm about herself and raises the other hand so that she can chew on her fingernails. It’s a bad habit. Her mother used to paint her nails so that she would stop chewing on them – the fingernail polish tasted horrible and kept getting stuck in her teeth – except…except if Agatha is right, none of that really happened either.

“I can’t…I can’t have been you, hon,” Agnes says, trying to convince herself more than Agatha. “I would have felt you, crawling about in there.”

Agatha sighs – and Agnes can’t see it, turned away as she is, but somehow she knows that Agatha is pinching the bridge of her nose – before saying, “The day after Wanda disappeared from Westview, your husband Ralph came home drunk on tequila, told you that if you wanted to save your marriage then you would suck his cock, and then proceeded to choke you while fucking you up the ass because he couldn’t handle how much you told him it hurt.” Her eyes narrow as Agnes turns to face her again, but the hatred Agnes feels wafting off of the other woman has nothing to do with her, she’s sure of it. (At least, she hopes.) “For two weeks afterwards, you wore turtlenecks and scarves to hide the bruises, which was perfectly acceptable, given how cold it was outside. In the third week, the bruises finally faded, but dear old Ralph came back late, even more drunk than usual, his eyes so bloodshot red that they terrified you, and this time you didn’t complain, not because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t breathe—”

”Stop.” Agnes wraps her arms so tight around herself that it feels like the morning after again, sitting naked in her bed with Ralph long gone, sore in places she’d never wanted to be sore, trying to breathe around sobs that wracked a throat that felt like it had been crushed under her husband’s hands. “Ralph wasn’t so bad, you know,” she whispers, more to comfort herself than to defend her ex-husband to Agatha. “He brought home flowers every day for a week after that. Violets. Daisies. My favorites. If you were there, then you would remember how he tucked one of them into my hair and told me that they made my eyes pop.”

Agatha steps forward, reaches out, and cups Agnes’s face with her warm hand, fingers just stretching into her hair. “Your eyes are like the ocean,” she says, mimicking Ralph. “I feel like I’m drowning in them.”

Agnes shivers and steps back out of Agatha’s touch. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, hon; I’m trying to—”

“Read my mind and learn all about my past and the thing you use to make me believe you is that.” Agnes can’t spit the words out because that would be harsh, aggressive, and she still doesn’t know how to be either of those. Anger may not be a four letter word, but rage is, and that’s close enough. She knows what it is to be upset and frustrated and hurt, but she’s never once used those emotions to lash out at someone, and she certainly isn’t going to start doing it now. Still, she can’t meet Agatha’s eyes, can’t stop her own shivering, can’t stop the tears she knows are rolling down her cheeks.

“I’m not reading your mind, hon; I’m—” Agatha cuts herself off. She hesitates and then tries again, voice much softer. “After Wanda left, your back started killing you,” she says, gentle as anything. “You went to the doctor – to a lot of doctors – but none of them could ever tell you what was wrong. Your back was just fine. You were completely healthy. But whenever you leaned up against it just wrong, you felt a sharp stabbing of pain, and whenever Ralph pressed his fingers against—”

“Please don’t mention Ralph, dear,” Agnes interrupts. “I think you’ve said enough about him.”

Agatha nods, accepting this. She turns away from Agnes and then slowly lifts up her shirt until her back is exposed. “Look.”

Despite her instinct to turn away from Agatha, to give her the privacy she must need, Agnes obeys, and what she sees makes her eyes widen in shock. She steps forward, one hand outstretched, and then stops herself. “May I?”

Agatha glances over her shoulder and gives a little nod. As Agnes runs her hand along the thin white scars etched into Agatha’s back, feeling each tensing of her muscles as she does, Agatha explains, “They don’t cause me pain the way they once did; Wanda fixed all of that, but when she made you, she didn’t know they were there. She made your back look normal, but she couldn’t just take away scars she didn’t know I had.” She flinches again. “Your hands are cold, hon.”

“I’m sorry, hon, I—” Agnes steps back, swallowing. “You’re saying my back hurt because it was your back because I was…I was a curse for you. Wanda cursed you to be me.”

“Yes.” Agatha pulls her shirt down, straightens it. “That’s why your mother isn’t answering your calls. She’s not—”

“You must have been miserable,” Agnes says, slumping down onto the edge of their mattress, hands on either side of her. “That’s…that’s horrible. Everything Ralph did to me—”

Agatha turns to her. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about him, dear.”

“—he did to you, too.” Agnes’s voice grows even quieter as she says this. She starts to shudder, her entire body shaking in a way she cannot stop and cannot control. “You weren’t…you didn’t…. I…. But you—”

“Shhhh.” Agatha stepped towards Agnes as she spoke, and now she sits on the mattress next to her, taking one of Agnes’s hands in her own. “Don’t yourself by thinking too hard, darling. It won’t do you any good.”

Agnes presses her lips together so hard that her teeth draw blood from her soft flesh. “You never would have let him—”

“That was part of the punishment, dear. Part of the curse.” Agatha rubs her thumb gently against the back of Agnes’s hand. “You had to give in, dear, and he had to hurt you. I needed to live through hell. That was hell.”

Agnes glances up, stares at Agatha curiously, and can’t help but ask, “If you hated being me so much, dear, then why are you still here? Don’t I just….” She looks down, unable to keep her head up. “Don’t I just remind you of all of that?”

“Sometimes, yes,” Agatha admits. “I hated you at first, you know. I wanted to kill you as much as Ralph did. But the longer I spent stuck in you, seeing how hard you tried, seeing how much you wanted, seeing how good you were….” Her voice trails off, but her thumb continues to stroke the back of Agnes’s hand. “You made me miserable,” she says, voice soft, “and I still loved you.”

Her words send a spike through Agnes’s heart. She ponders them, echoes slow, refusing to believe, barely glancing up, “You love me?”

Agatha meets her eyes, and a sad smile creases her lips. “I suppose I do, dear. I suppose I do.” She reaches up, tentative, and then slowly wipes away Agnes’s tears. “You deserve so much better, sweetheart. So much better.”

It’s instinctive, the way Agnes curves easily into Agatha’s touch, how she places her hand over Agatha’s and holds it there, against her cheek. She’s never been very active in these sorts of situations – although, given what Agatha has just told her, that’s less her and more a construct made of false memories that Wanda had given her, a personality that she holds to that doesn’t truly have to be hers (although, if she’s honest with herself, she isn’t sure how much she would change, isn’t sure that she can change that much) – but she can change this in this moment—

Agnes crosses the – admittedly small – distance between them and meets Agatha’s lips with her own. She thinks on how, really, they’re the same person and kisses Agatha the way she would want to be kissed – gentle, at first, delighting in the feel of Agatha’s warm, soft lips plush against her own, before parting them just enough to let her hot breath mingle with Agatha’s in the softest of invitations, only moving her hand from Agatha’s when she accepts the invitation, when her tongue slips gentle across her lips. Agatha’s had moves through her hair, cups – cradles – the back of her head, holding her so, so gently, and on instinct, Agnes nips the tip of Agatha’s tongue. Her heart races with fear, but Agatha purrs, “Oh, Agnes, hon,” with such pleasured longing before kissing her back that Agnes is sure her instincts are correct.

The heat rises in more than just Agnes’s cheeks as Agatha’s free hand moves to her waist at the same time that Agnes’s moves to hers. But Agnes doesn’t feel the same hesitation, the same care that Agatha does, and so her hand moves beneath the edge of Agatha’s shirt, fingers searching for sensitive spots she knows on her own body, waiting for the gasp of pleasure as she traces one fingertip, slow, across Agatha’s skin.

“You won’t hurt me, will you, dear?” Agnes asks, voice quiet and afraid, pausing just long enough to meet Agatha’s eyes, to search the pupils already grown wide.

Agatha doesn’t flinch away. “Never. I would never hurt you, angel.” She doesn’t drop her gaze, only asks, “Is this what you want?”

“You don’t have to ask—” Agnes starts to say, but then remembers you deserve better, and instead, she nods, says near breathless, “Yes. You’re the only person in the world maybe who has ever loved me, so please.” She hesitates, searches for the right words, and then says, “Take care of me.”

At her words, Agatha slowly begins to lean Agnes back along the bed, and although Agnes’s heart races, she does not stop her. “I will take such good care of you, pet.” Instead of letting her fingers slip beneath Agnes’s shirt, they begin to trace the inside of Agnes’s thighs.

Agnes takes in a sharp breath. “Be gentle with me.”

Agatha brushes her nose gentle against hers, breath hot on her lips as she says, “Always.” Then she covers Agnes’s mouth with her own, swallowing the soft moan into her mouth as her fingers move beneath Agnes’s skirt, a moan that only grows louder as one runs along the pad of her underwear. But it doesn’t stay there; Agatha cups her ass and squeezes, slowly moving her thigh between Agnes’s legs until Agnes whimpers. She stops, searches Agnes’s eyes, waits for a nod to continue but doesn’t get one, only gets Agnes grinding against her leg, eyes wide and hungry.

Agnes flinches as Agatha’s fingers brush her waist when she removes her shirt, and her muscles tighten as Agatha’s lips find the soft skin of her stomach. “Agatha, please, dear, I—” But then Agatha hits that spot – that spot – and Agnes’s hips rise, grinding harder against Agatha’s thigh, and she’s always been so good about her language, but here she can’t be – a gasp followed by “Agatha, fuck, fuck, Agatha, fuck me, fuck me, please, Agatha, please—” – and then Agatha’s hands are on her thighs, spreading her legs, squeezing her skin, and despite it all, Agnes wants – she wants – and when Agatha returns to kiss her lips again, breath hot on her skin, Agnes presses her hands beneath Agatha’s shirt, finds where her bra cups her breasts, and palms them, squeezes them, just as she bends to suck Agatha’s collarbone.

Agatha breathes her name out – “Agnes” – and she sucks harder until she hears it, hears “I love you,” and then she peppers kisses along Agatha’s neck, across her jaw, until she finds her open mouth again, and tugs on her lower lip.

You’ll love me more, Agnes thinks, when I do something other than make you miserable, and this time when her hips raise, she wraps a leg around Agatha’s waist and pulls her down flush against her, grinds not against the thigh she’d been given but against the spot she hopes is just as wet for Agatha as it is for her. Agatha rocks slow against her. Much better than an unmoving thigh. Agnes lifts Agatha’s shirt off, peppers kisses along her exposed skin.

When Agnes takes Agatha’s hand and guides it where she most wants it, Agatha interlaces their fingers and tugs their hands away, murmuring, “Not yet, babe,” amid Agnes’s most desperate whimpers. She just smiles, kisses her neck, and purrs, “You told me to take care of you, hon. I’m doing just that.”

And for not the first time in her life, Agnes believes her.

#our blood is our ink #bandit answers questions #tw rape #rape tw #tw non-con #non-con tw #agatha harkness #agnes bohner #agatha harkness x agnes bohner #agnes bohner x agatha harkness #mcu #wandavision #THANK YOU FOR SENDING THE THING BTW #i don't think the other one will be as trigger-y #finding family with wanda and america #multiversal variants with finding family #bandit fic

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cringywhitedragon · 11 months

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Complete random idea but what would happen if we were to put Zero against Nemesis (Or any of the Sin Vessels/Sinners for that matter from EC) (And Some AU stuff)

I chose Nemesis mainly cause of Punishment and its similarities to Ragnrok from Z4 since I can imagine a boss fight against her ala Dr. Weil/Falling Down as he races to destroy Punishment before it can take out the planet and all life on it.

Perhaps Reploids might be relic of the First Era in a possible AU? Perhaps they fled due to humans being well you know… Would that make the Gods of the EC mavericks in their eyes? I mean HERS is pretty close to the Maverick Virus and all.

This developed into something much more: Somehow Reploids fled Earth prior to the destruction of the First Era, establishing their own empire amongst the stars and free from humans/earthlings, leading to the creation of the Reploid Frederation.

Despite being free, Reploids kept a close eye on humanity and the path they were taking.Though there was a lot of disagreement between Reploids on if they should intervene but it was largely decided they wouldn’t.

However, following the destruction of Earth, the HERS crisis and humanity’s plans of resettling elsewhere did it finally make the Reploids do something.

With the original humanity now gone, they returned to Earth to retrieve two specific things (Others were brought back but that’s for another time): Two legendary heroes

X and Zero (and maybe even Axl cause he needs some love as well)

The two were rebuild but kept deactivated only to be brought back should it be necessary.

More debates, disagreements, and even a contegancy plan to eliminate HERS (they would be treated like mavericks even though at this point Reploid-kind believed they were gone until what is known as the Seeding Incidnet) but not much would happen.

An attempt destroy them was tried late in the Second Era but failed when Humans got involved. Reploids, under the newly re-established Maverick Hunters, were sent into the Virtual World and tasked with hunting down Earthlings that displayed HERS before this was abandoned (Reploids didn’t need Black Boxes due to their DNA Souls and Cyber Elves)

Reploids would eventually develop their own technology as they evolved (To a point that they were pretty much able to replicate organic life perfectly in a way) and even discover a way to time travel (Plays a major role in this AU). However to prevent it from being abused, it became heavily regulated.

Things would calm down until the Climb One incident, which would mark the decision to revive X as Reploid-kind couldn’t make an agreement on what to do.

He took over as the Reploid race’s primary leader and with the use of their newly aquired time travel technology, Reploid-kind would keep an eye on the Third Era.

Looking into the future, X and Many others became disturbed of how things would eventually turn out (“The cycle of destruction will only repeat! X! You have to do something about this! Send someone, anyone and have those Vessels destroyed. It’s only going to cause more HERS to appear and we know how this will end!)

(“We made that choice years ago that Reploids would remain out of human business. As much as I would like to, this would only bring our kinds more suffering or even another war.)

Reploid-kind would let the Third Era play out as it was supposed to.

However… Not everyone wanted things this way.

A renegade force, determined to finally put an end to the cycle of destruction steals one of the Reploid Federation’s top secret ships capable of time travel (The Time Drive) and head for the now repopulated Third Era Earth.

Of course the Reploid Federation doesn’t take this lying down and after a small skirmish, the renegades manage to escape with another important piece of cargo.

The still deactivated Zero

The slumbering Crimson Hunter is acidently ejected when the rebel’s vessel gets hit and crashes onto the planet. Awakening from the ruins of a broken capsule with no memories save for his final stand against Dr Weil and Ragnarok many many years ago, Zero finds himself on an unfamiliar world and contacted by a group who has “inlisted” his help on “saving the future”.

Working with the renegade faction, Zero fights his way throughout different time periods of the Third Era to retrieve and destroy the Vessels of Sin all while dealing with forces of familiar and supernatural and possibly uncovering the truth of what happened to those who came before.

A world of magic and gods built atop the ruins of a once thriving planet.

Those of the old world who had fled to the stars now return to the birthplace of their species.

Old friends whom once fought side by side, brought back from their mechanical graves, now stand on divided sides over the future.

Can this endless cycle of death and destruction be broken for good, or is it doomed to repeat thanks to the Sins of Man?

This AU I will call Megaman: Sinhunter

#evilious chronicles #zero megaman #ideas #reshi rambles #punishment evilious chronicles #nemesis sudou #crossover battles #falling down theme intesifies #Ragnarok #Sinhunter AU #crossover #megaman

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surreality51 · 1 year

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Sometimes I think about the train wreck of a marriage my parents had and I just...can’t.

My mom worked her ass off for 20+ years to help pay off the mortgage on the home I grew up in. She was the breadwinner; my dad ran his own small business, with varying degrees of success. Sometimes he brought home a paycheck, sometimes he didn’t. So our family survived on my mom’s salary, and much of her salary went to paying off the mortgage.

The day they paid off the mortgage, a huge burden fell off my mom’s shoulders. She thought her retirement was secure. If nothing else, she would have a place to live that no one could take from her.

But alas, my father didn’t tell her that he had racked up over $400,000 in debt. (Yes, that’s the correct number of zeroes.) About $300K of that was from deals gone bad, legal fees, and fines from committing business fraud. But about $100,000 of that was from buying his mistress(es?) lavish gifts, taking trips to visit them, and sending them cash. (Yes, this is while telling my mom some months that he didn’t have enough business to bring home any money.)

This all came out when my dad lost his business and couldn’t pay his debt anymore. My mom somehow gained access to his email account and his bank statements. Being an accountant, she dug through them and put together the picture of what had been happening for years, if not decades, behind her back. She saw how he would funnel money through his business to his mistress(es), sometimes up to $20,000 a year.

Furious doesn’t even begin to describe how she felt. There was a massive debt that he had intentionally hid from her while she was slaving away trying to keep our family afloat on her paycheck. While she was cooking and cleaning and taking the kids to dentist appointments, he was off buying Louis Vuitton handbags for his mistresses.

The only asset they had that would cover the debt was the house.

My dad should bow down and grovel at her feet every single day for the rest of his life, because in the end, she decided to sell the house to pay off his debt. I repeat: my mom chose to sell her home, which was paid for with mostly her money and which she was counting on in her old age, to bail out my dad’s fraudulent business practices and his spending on mistresses.

The only thing she demanded in exchange was a divorce, to which my dad had the gall to say, “Hey now, let’s not be hasty.” The fucking nerve.

If it were me, I would’ve divorced him, taken half of the proceeds from the house, and left him to figure out how to pay off the remaining debt. If he ended up homeless, it wasn’t my problem. Maybe he should’ve thought ahead before sending all that cash to his mistresses.

But my mother is kinder than I am. She didn’t toss him out on his ass. She gave him most of the proceeds from selling the house to fully pay off his debt. She used the remaining proceeds, plus $100K of her own savings, to buy a small pre-fabricated house for herself. She lets him live in the house with her.

Sometimes my dad complains to me that my mom verbally abuses him. She yells at him, berates him, and makes bitter and snide remarks. It hurts his feelings. I try to have sympathy for him, but on the other hand, nothing she says is untrue. He wronged her badly, and if she’s still pissed at him over it, well, it’s not unjustified.

#personal #sometimes I think about how my mom's life turned out and I feel really bad #she didn't deserve this #sometimes men really suck #the sad thing is my mom's story is not unique or unusual #this happens to many women #and it's why my mom always warned me to never make yourself dependent on a man #especially financially #she didn't warn teenage me about drugs or alcohol #she warned me about debt and dependency

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