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panged-lin · 1 year

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It Is Time; the Phoenix Wright Rambling Begins

Bear with me on this one, this may take a while. ^ -^)'

So let's be fair about this; compared to other characters, Nick is a pretty simple character. Trials & Tribulations and Apollo Justice flesh him out a fair bit (both through betrayal and poisoning, oddly), but for the most part it's the characters around him that get the lions share of development.

Ace Attorney? It's about Edgeworth escaping his mentors shadow and the trauma of the DL-6 Incident. Both assistants, Maya and Ema, have more character spotlight than our resident himbo.

Justice for All? Similar deal with Franziska, minus DL-6.

T&T? He and Godot share a fair bit of spotlight, with both of them coping with Mia's death and Deliahs butt-holery, so that's fair.

Apollo Justice? He gets a lot to work with, including a daughter and homeless arc, albiet at the expense of Apollo to some degree.

Dual Destinies? It's mostly Athena and Simon remixing AA (and T&T to an extent) with some Apollo flair.

Spirit of Justice? All about Apollo receiving the torch from his mentor and using it to burn the monarchy, baby. Athena? Who that?

All the above characters tend to get more to do character-wise than Phoenix. By comparison he's a pretty standard bloke, especially in his own trilogy (and returns to a similar phase in the 3D games, for some reason). I already shared another post from @i-llbedammned who details why that could be appealing, but I had foreshadowed there that I had more feelings about this foolishly foolish fool made to fool me. That in mind, I propose to you this idea; Phoenix - as bland as he can be - is the heart and soul of the series and the exemplar of its core thesis. A sentiment that I personally gell with a fair bit. Allow me to exposit.

Riddle me this: Why is Phoenix Wright a defense attorney to begin with?

Think back to Case 1-4. Specifically the moment he explains as such to Maya. There, he recalls a moment in his childhood where he was accused of stealing money without any evidence against him. No one was on his side. Everyone demanded he pays for this crime. Even the teacher didn't believe he was innocent. It's a small thing, sure, but the isolation and inability to fight back against all the lies got to poor Phoenix. He was in tears over the whole thing until Edgeworth stod up for him, criticising everyone there for accusing an innocent party with no evidence (in the most Edgeworth way possible of course, bless that mess).

I know people cling to Edgeworth as being the reason he's an attorney - I get and enjoy that idea well enough - but I would like to propose that the isolation and weakness he felt in that moment was also a large factor in why he defends people for a living.

Because he's been there before.

He knows damn well what it's like to have no one behind your back. He knows, through defending Edgeworth, what it looks like to not even believe yourself to be innocent. He knows when no one has faith in your innocence, you may as well be guilty anyways (and I'm damn sure this made his 7 year slump in AJ all the more painful).

Perhaps that's why Mia's advice stuck with him for so long; to have faith in your clients no matter what. He holds to that tenet to this very day, even after a few clients proved themselves less than innocent in the process. He has to - who else would have faith in his clients otherwise, when it feels like the entire world is against them?

I think about Dual Destinies a lot. For the obvious reasons of course, but also for how I feel it ties back into the first game and this core message. Athena knows Simon isn't guilty, no one believes or even knows it but them and their colleagues. The world has decided that this innocent man ought to be put to death for a crime he didn't commit (which he only rolled along with to protect Athena, though not sure if he thought she was innocent at the time), yet Athena decides to stick to her guns and tries to pull him out of this mess (on top of dealing with her own issues and boy are there a lot of them). There's more to that plot and the themes of that game than just "AA 1 & 3 except BIGGERER" but this is hardly the time to double-down on my special interests.

In short, the main reason I enjoy Phoenix so much as a character (and the games as a whole) is that he embodies what an unfortunate number of people seem to be missing, both ingame and out; faith. It's rare to find someone with enough of the stuff who would defend you against the world till the bitter end. Someone who believes you are more than what you give yourself credit for and will fight tooth-and-nail to make sure you know you are too.

None of these characters would even be alive if not for this man, up to and including his childhood friends and at least one of his protégés. I myself owe a lot to those who believed I was better than I claim to be and were willing to help me deal with tough times (albiet not because I was accused of murder but that might be for the best, hahaha!). Unjust persecution - external or internal, legal or social - is a terrible thing to go through. Phoenix knows this better than most from his childhood and later his unjust disbarment and so works to ensure none of his clients have to face any of it alone, as he would have had to himself in the past if not for the help he had in those trying times (read; Edgeworth and Trucy).

I love this god damn idiot so, so much.

#ace attorney #aa #justice for all #trials and tribulations #apollo justice #dual destinies #spirit of justice #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #maya fey #mia fey #ema sky #athena cykes #simon blackquill #just rambling #i'd say something similar for apollo as well as thena but i am relatively unfamiliar with his character and how he jives with aa as a whole #so i will leave our short king out of this in fear of slipping my tongue

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myrmica · 3 months

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what are your fave ee songs? i like making big playlist of "reset my music taste" to learn 🪲

THIS IS SUCH A FUN QUESTION OOOOOHHHHHH. if i was going to recommend a single album get to heaven is a good entry point and some of their best work, and very dense in terms of ideas put into a single album and it changed my life. in terms of specific songs much deliberation is required so i had to think about it for a while... but here is a sampling that spans their entire discography:

to the blade

Well, you called him a liar And you called him a piece of dirt And never can you take it back and Never can you make it right In the final seconds I think he knew everything you are A plague on the horizon In the cold arena where you're Trapped In the moment you met In the lifetime alive

it's hard to pick definitive favorites but this IS one of them

the wheel (is turning now)

Bone, to the blade, my letter, white feather, no halves Dread, that's what the devil said, my prison, my prison, my guard

duet

But of all the dead volcanoes on Earth You just happened to retch and roll through mine There were fistfuls of hair 'Round the foot of my chair And acres of screens before me But breathing out, I swear you were real

kemosabe

Four walls and a cauldron of Kalashnikoving And our home is a trigger that I'm always pulling At the border, at the, at the border I'm at the border, at the, at the border The short spears and the weak eternal monologuing And our war is the crucible of all your longing

don't try

Don't try to hide it, no, don't try Don't try to hide it, no, don't try 'Cause it'll have you in the end

good shot, good soldier

If I promise to be good And split open the grave mouth Would you take me to paradise? If my bones just fall away And my skin is a dust cloud Would you siphon my soul from air?

white whale

Never tell me that we can't go further

cold reactor

And maybe I'll go missing in the rain If God is in the mountain he won't answer me a single question Like, "Why does everybody feel the same?" The slow degeneration and the crying out, "Oh Lord, have mercy"

violent sun

And you heard it from the whispering wall Like the miracle of anything at all There's a way that you don't ever have to be a Lunatic or an error Or a prisoner of your terror

the mariana

The devil took me underwater He filled my lungs so I could change

jennifer

Try it again, try it another way

i thought i would include more from raw data feel because it's a very good album but it's harder to separate any song out from the whole, in comparison to something like get to heaven where basically every song could be a good introduction to the band on it's own. i chose jennifer because it's a 'simpler' song that still really sells the emotional beat it's trying to hit, and because it's a good example of the thing raw data feel does where some of the returning characters and metaphors throughout everything everything's music are stripped away a little or confronted, in relation to the album's themes about talking around the things that have happened to you, or refusing to look directly at yourself.

tin (the manhole)

I can not imagine the things they did to you I can not imagine the way it feels for you I can feel the gravity rushing into me I am but a hole in the fabric of the scene I was but a drop in the ocean all along

one time i was driving at night and a fox ran across the road in front of me while this song was playing…!

qwerty finger

So how will they remember us whole when we turn into salt? And it's mine, the fault Mine the dream and the vein, home of whale flesh Make soap out of it!

two for nero

I'm sure you'll make a decent Father, there's a world war coming in

maybe an odd choice but I'm very fond of it. the sense of time passing is interesting to me: this is something you see in a lot of ee songs, a feeling of distance or wideness. these processes occurring over generations, and the narrow viewpoints a person has to look out at, or back at them from, and the ability to imagine other viewpoints though we can never actually inhabit them. in contrast to the way that a song like tin (the manhole) moves from the starting point of a single, tiny creature and the mass of its biological history into the larger, top-down perspective of a greater power—both positions looking at and interacting with humanity from the outside, two for nero shows you that process from the inside, through a conversation between two parties intimately subject to the forces of time! it also makes me think of the thing they do in UR KZ MY BF (or get to heaven, or armourland...), which is about showing you two images overlaid—very literally trying to be an auditory version of something like martha rosler's collages combining american magazine spreads with vietnam war photos. two for nero deals with the way that memory can also be a source of these overlaid images.

...forgive me i had to get at least one paragraph in

luddites and lambs

Teeth and nails, your little anatomy War on the Tyne, you're playing a lottery Bodies replete with everything, everything All of the prisoners clamouring, clamouring I decide there's nothing in my body How can I be sure there's nothing in my body?

this is the first song they ever wrote and ("partially") where the name of the band comes from, so it kinda feels like a thesis statement

#m #asks #music #the read more kept running away down the page while i was editing this draft it better stay where it is supposed to be

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mejomonster · 1 year

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I'm overwhelmed. Justice in the dark ep 2:

I need to find downloads of the eps. Does anyone have anywhere they know of I could download? I need to backup this show.

The scenes of Fei Du (pei su) as a child are SO good. So good. So fitting of the book. So heavy emotionally it makes me feel like Fei Du is similar to the Protagonist in Flower of Evil. Such a Korean drama style emotional horror tone to it, which is heavy and intimate in a way I didn't expect to run into.

The way light is used for Luo in Pei Sus flashbacks - the light that rushes in to hold him, to hide the death from his eyes, that pulls him out of the dark house (prison) and into the light outside (freedom). The person who stands in the light of his flashbacks, the person he looks to for help as his dad holds him and drags him back into the dark of the house. His eyes saying: help me. Believe me. Luos expression saying he'd do anything to save the kid, wants to do anything to help Pei Su. The scene in the police room where pei su is so angry, and you know Luo reached the limit of what he could legally do to help pei su, and it broke both of them in that room. And ever since they've been fractured and reactive. Just ALL the visuals of those scenes were so perfectly done, so that the themes of the story hit visually and create the entire experience. It was so so cool to see the book moments like that visually.

The scene right after. With Luo in the light and warmth, pei su in the dark and white cool tones in the dark house with the flowers showing he's still trapped in the past. Luo is in the warmth, the present, but he's looking at the present documents (of the case) and connected to all his past cases through that, he's trapped in the past too but seeking a path forward into the future, and he's the light that can help pei su move forward too. I loved the comparison of them as warmth and cold, passion and thought. The yin yang kind of comparison, the opposites, the way they're the focus point of the entire 7 years together ans even though Tao was there he's a side piece of it, the witness to Luo trying to save Pei Su and failing, of them revolving around each other connected ever since that event. Absolutely amazing to see that visual. I loved it so much

Funner smaller notes: Luo with a black cat, stubble, and a blue walled apartment screams Zhao Yunlan and I suspect those were intentional references.

The city and car chases actually look good, which I'm happy for. In contrast the mansion and police office look more fantasy like a xianxia cgi set, and i personally like it because it gives this sort of a quality like we are seeing these very Important Locations for Pei Su as if through his eyes of what they symbolize - the manor is cold, dark, dead, looming too tall, oppressive, covered in shadows. The seat of justice where Luo works has open windows that are beautiful and let in the light, but it also looms and has its shadows occasionally, it's failings where it falls short, where it's a part of the machine that hurts others and fails to allow good to happen (like Luo unable to save pei su from his father). With Luos own home being warm and cozy, and the outside environments and offices being the most safe and bright and open (things Pei Su associates with seeing Luo - outside his hhouse, outside in the city, in the office of Luo and Tao). For me this choice of either less realism or specific places to save budget lol, is a good one

so COOL to hear Pei Sus English Song he likes to listen to instead of imagining it

I love that Pei Su is the protagonist, and portrayed in this way like you don't know if he's a murderer or not if you haven't read the book. Again it reminds me of how Flower of Evil started, which is an ambiguous take for a protagonist I did NOT expect to be given but I love a lot

This adaptation is SO much better than I expected it to be. Its so cool seeing scenes from the book play out

I love the aesthetic of the show it reminds me of Under the Skin which I had desperately hoped for

I love Tao Rans casting he's perfect he's exactly what I imagined when I read and it's just reminding me how dearly I love him.

I actually do like Luos actor now that I'm seeing him act. Visually he's not what I expected but honestly I couldn't even fancast for him I had such a specific mental visual. But the actual acting of the guy? He's doing exactly the kind of personality I expected. I love his acting, especially when he looks at Pei Su in the flashbacks like he wants to save him so much, help, and just Can't.

I love the Tao/luo/pei interactions. They're just how i pictured them. Luo/pei are too snippy to have flirty chemistry super early on, and both fighting for Tao to back them up and be Theirs and pick Their side. But all 3 are very familiar. <3

I love. I love. I need to back this show up.

#rant #justice in the dark #lb #i also wish this was on viki cause i could edit and fix these subtitles SO fast

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beboped1 · 2 years

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Reaper Man

I'll admit up front that real life interfered with me reading this book. I left my copy in an airport, then picked it up on Kindle on my phone but I hate reading on my phone, then finished it a week later after getting a new hard copy. So there's a slight asterisk here, since that might have influenced my takeaways from the book.

Reaper Man

First Read: High School

Verdict then: I love this Death guy! I honestly barely remember any of the rest of it.

Verdict now: A very good book held back by a lack of thematic coherence, but dang the philosophy here is so good I almost don't care.

Reaper Man is the first book we get the "true" Death character - one wholly identifiable as the same person who we'll see in Soul Music, Hogfather, and in bits of so many other books to come. Color of Magic has really a wholly different character, Mort has an incoherent, poorly executed attempt, but here in Reaper Man we get the real thing. Death is so compelling in this that the Poons plot feels thin and simple by comparison.

There's really two books in one here - one about Windle Poons getting another chance to live, and one about Death becoming and unbecoming Bill Door. They aren't connected in any direct way, instead being interspersed to help improve the pacing of both stories. The primary weakness of this book is that there we don't get the conceit or thematic purity of Moving Pictures or Guards, Guards here - the two stories don't interact, and don't really reinforce each other either. They're connected by a theme of "making the most of the time we have", but the way they tackle that theme is so disconnected that they never gelled together for me.

The Windle Poons arc is decent, but isn't one of Pratchett's best. There's a resurgence of some old habits I didn't really like here, specifically around letting a funny and wacky idea get away from him and ending up with a bunch of scenes that don't add up to much of anything. The whole living mall sequence, while written well, and utterly hilarious in many places, doesn't end up feeling like it does anything for the book as a whole. To the contrary, the out-there wackiness of it clashed jarringly for me against the grounding of the Bill Door arc, especially in the respective climaxes. The side characters here really carry the show - Mrs. Cake, Schleppel, and Ludmilla are all wonderfully drawn, and the Dean getting possessed by the spirit of Sylvester Stallone is great. I did end up wishing that the undead group could have their own book though - it feels like Reg in particular got shortchanged.

The Bill Door arc, on the other hand, is among Pratchett's finest. Grounding the story in Mrs. Flitworth, the farm, and the town was a genius move - it took what could have been abstract or unmotivated and instead made it concrete and inevitable. Mrs. Flitworth really is the axis around which the whole arc turns, and she's just perfectly built by Pratchett to carry that load. She's the anti-existentalist, who resolutely pulls Death out of his crisis. No Camus or Sartre here - Renata is too busy getting on with living to bother.

I keep coming back to two scenes in my mind - Bill Door saving the little girl from the fire, and their final dance. The way those character moments are both necessary, and surprising. The way that Death - and the reader - come out of the experience with a new understanding, empathy, and pride in humanity. The way that Renata rejects all Death's gifts except to dance, to continue to live her life as she has chosen to do so for so many years. As he so often does, Pratchett takes a wacky premise and, in that inimitable way of his, slips some powerful life lessons right past your defenses.

To get a bit personal here, my first child was born right at the beginning of the pandemic. Between that and the pandemic, I've found myself mired on and off in intrusive thoughts about death and dying for the last couple years. Lots of rumination on what it's like to die and what's after, if anything. I'm glad that I got to reread this book in that context, because so much of what Bill Door struggles with resonated strongly with me. We only get so much time here, and we don't know how much time that is. We can try to extend it, but what's the point of extending it if we don't make the most of it? I'm writing this with tears in my eyes, thinking "yeah, of course. People give up their time for others all the time. It's what makes us human. It's a celebration." I'm not sure this comfort will make any sense to anyone else - but I am sure of my gratitude for Pratchett's words.

#book review #books #discworld #fantasy books #terry pratchett #long post #reaper man

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evelinessa · 2 months

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Thank you for answering my ask! :D here's more (feel free to skip any you don't feel like answering)

★ and ✿ for The Timeloop Ritual (the series, including All That Remains)

▵ your favourite line in A Demon's Justice

....... and you know what actually I also want you to ❖ combine those two :D

If you're not yet sick of me: ↻ how would you write Mile(s) High Club with fradrian instead? :P (I saw you'd written them for tsl so that's why I ask, feel free to skip if you don't feel like answering)

Finally, finally, getting to this! Sorry about the super long delay on answering! I answered a lot of these questions very thoroughly (I can get way too wordy at times) and there are several questions, so I decided to put my answers under the cut, to save anyone who is uninterested from scrolling.

Also, I talk pretty openly about both fics in The Time Loop Ritual series in some of my answers here, so there are some pretty big spoilers (just to warn for anyone who may be interested in reading and hasn't yet).

Alright, without anymore delay...

★ what was the scene you most wanted to write in [fic]? what was the hardest scene to write?

The Time Loop Ritual

What I most wanted to write was probably one of the main death scenes (the beginning one with Miles or the ending one with Phoenix). I can't remember which one, but they are (intentionally) very similar, so I will lump them together.

The hardest scene… This is a tough one, as I can't recall something that definitively jumps out at me as being the hardest to write. Maybe I will collectively throw together the morning/breakfast scenes, especially the first one. Since it was a time loop and one of the only constants throughout (location wise). It had to pull heavy duty with having moments that Phoenix could realize were repeating in a loop, as well as set up plot stuff and foreshadowing/things that wouldn't make more sense until another loop. I also had to make each morning different in some way, without being too repetitive or ignoring the time loop aspects. I also find writing scenes where people are just eating together and talking a little challenging/boring for me to write, since it's a little bit of a struggle to write it interestingly/engaging, and my writing strengths don't lie in more domestic scenes like that.

All That Remains

The whole scene where Miles visits Phoenix's grave was 100% the one I wanted to write the most. I was overcome with inspiration and wrote part of it back when I was early in the process of writing The Time Loop Ritual. It's the reason I wanted to write an epilogue to begin with, and time limits as well as the section expanding led to it being a separate fic instead. I did add on to the grave scene when it came time to write more of it, but I specifically remember writing the part where Miles reminisces on that New Year's Eve where Phoenix and him kissed, he encouraged Miles to visit his father's grave, and tries to support him (as well as the comparison to how it is now, ten years later). That whole segment I wrote early on into writing the first fic, and is the main reason for the second one existing.

The hardest scene for me was easily the one where Miles goes through the album Phoenix gifted him. This one scene is the main reason it took me so long to come out with the second fic. It took me so long to write. I love putting pictures and sentimental items to call back to memories in my fics. I believe the majority of my fics do this in some way. I love it since it's (in my opinion) a nice way to flesh out a character's relationship and make it feel more real, as well as tug on emotions. However, I often have difficulty writing these scenes, which causes me to take a long time writing them and procrastinate. Not only do I need to think of a little memory to include, but in the case with photographs, I have to describe what's happening in it in a way that isn't boring or too under or over descriptive. So in this particular (and important) scene, I had to include multiple photos and memories, amplifying my normal difficulties.

It was important for it to really feel like a chronicle of their relationship and a representation of so many moments. I wanted the scope of their relationship as they grew even closer and spent more time together over the years, and the love they had for one another to really be felt through the description of the contents of that album. That way, the pain and the loss and the utter grief hits so much harder. I actually am really happy with how it turned out. Especially when I reread the scene a few months back, after not looking at it for almost a year.

Also, strictly as far as writing mechanics go, Phoenix’s letter to Miles was probably the hardest for me to write as I was having a terrible time keeping my tenses straight in that one. I had to do a lot of rewriting and editing for it. The normal fic is in third person past tense, but the letter is in first person present tense. Plus in the letter, Phoenix is not only mentioning events that are happening around him as he writes the letter (present for Phoenix, past for Miles), but talking to Miles in a way that he knows the Miles who reads it in the future will be reflecting on things in the past (for Miles, as the things Phoenix is talking about hasn't happened yet for him). It was just so tricky for me to keep the tenses consistent and making sense throughout, especially as a person who used to struggle with tense shifts a lot and still occasionally slips up (which usually doesn't make it past editing, but if it's minor and unnoticeable enough sometimes slips by my editing, such as a few sentences in the wrong tense I recently found while rereading a section of something I published over a month ago).

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished?

This is a bit difficult to answer, as it's been over a year since I've written these, but I'll do my best.

The Time Loop Ritual

The biggest change that I can recall is the overall explanation for all the ways Miles dies throughout the fic. When I was still brainstorming and outlining, I was going with more of a multiverse approach, where maybe each universe's Miles was doomed to die for some reason. The method used to kill him was unique each time, because each time the loop reset, Phoenix was getting brought to a different universe (which happened to have different methods that Miles would die by).

This plan changed when I decided on what my ending was going to be and how I wanted it to parallel with the first death. For the situation to unfold like that in that scenario, it needed to happen in the same universe as the first death, which couldn't be planned on if the magatama was randomly bringing Phoenix to different universes with each loop (unless it just so happened to bring him back that time, but Phoenix would have no way to know that, and it'd feel a little too contrived to me). So in order to keep it all in one universe and still keep all the different methods of death (to keep both Phoenix and the reader on their toes/have some variety), it became instead that the villain had an (admittedly convoluted) plan with many safety nets/backup plans to ensure Miles would die. This then needed me to have different foreshadowing and write things in a way to not cancel things out (since it's a loop and technically all of this stuff would have been arranged before this day by the culprit).

So, for example, even though Miles only gets hurt once from the sabotaged brakes, I needed it to be clear that his brakes were always sabotaged in each loop (since it is a loop). Phoenix sees a glimpse of the saboteur during an early loop, even though he didn't know that was what they were doing, and I needed to make an excuse why Miles doesn't use his car until it was time for that death to happen. And to explain how certain deaths could happen in different places (even when Phoenix tried to change things up), I had to include the couple that's following and keeping tabs on them. I just had to work it in a way where technically any of the deaths were possible on any loop depending on the choices they made, since all the setup the culprit did would have to happen prior to that day.

All That Remains

The biggest change here is probably how much it expanded lol. It really was meant to be more of an epilogue and really only include the funeral and graveyard scene. But then I realized I left some things unanswered in the main fic and that there were more alluded to things I could include if I was expanding the epilogue anyway (Miles getting to see what Phoenix was going to give him/revealing what Miles was going to give Phoenix, and the Chief Prosecutor ceremony scene). Then it just got to the point where it made more sense to be a direct sequel instead (especially as it ended up over a third of the length of the main fic).

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line

A Demon's Justice

This was actually harder than I thought! I think it's because I use a ton of intentional repetition in my writing, as well as a lot of build up throughout a paragraph, making lines stronger when paired with the sentences around it, than by itself. But if I needed to pick a single line, I would pick this one:

And so, he found solace in one simple truth: Miles was exactly where he deserved to be.

As a final line in a chapter, this one is already stronger on its own, but it's still weaker here in isolation when it's missing context and the few lines that came before it.

❖ pick 2 fics and I’ll combine them somehow

Combine A Demon's Justice and The Time Loop Ritual series? If you're not careful, you'll end up giving me a new fic idea 😂. Honestly, at the moment, I'm struggling to think of exact details on how I'd combine them, so I may need to get back to you on that if I ever think of a more solid idea.

For now, if I was trying to combine them, I think I would want to find a way to mix the most interesting/unique aspects of each. For The Time Loop Ritual, it's the time loop/Miles dying in each loop/maybe extending to magatama rituals in general. For A Demon's Justice, it's the canon divergence with a case ending badly and ultimately leading to a character's death (and the effects on the story caused by that untimely absence).

Maybe mixing them would have some kind of time loop happen, but around a trial? Maybe the loop keeps resetting if you get the bad ending (fail the case), and ending it only happens if the truth is found.

By itself that is a little too low stakes and boring for me (at least to actually write; I love time loop stories and wouldn't mind reading one like that), so I think it would need some changes. Maybe Miles or Phoenix (whoever POV you're not in) somehow dies or has bad things happen to them if the case isn't solved so the loop gives more time to fix it. Or maybe a flip in perspective if it's just the case thing. I think it's less boring if it's Miles who is in the loop, but specifically an early AA1/Bratworth Miles who wants a guilty verdict, and has to cost himself the guilty verdict by reaching the truth to end the time loop. I think it's more interesting if the characters have to do something that's difficult for them to end the loop.

Maybe it's something where Miles joining up with Phoenix and having his development jumpstarted in 1-3 was the result of going through a bunch of time loops (unbeknownst to Phoenix) and finding the truth/deciding to go for it regardless of the verdict. I like tying a little scenario to canon in that way. Or maybe it's something where Miles tries to fix a really bad case scenario and ultimately fails or somehow makes it worse (the ending to 3-4 that all the lawyers in that case wished went differently, for example). I like a good tragic end where it all ends up hopeless anyway, and just can't be fixed.

Bad case endings and time loops give a lot of possibilities. Hmmm… I might end up coming up with a new wip after all if I keep thinking of this 😄.

↻ pick a fic and a different ship and I’ll tell you how I’d rewrite it

Mile(s) High Club *18+ NSFW*

Well, thankfully both Miles and Franziska have reason to fly a lot, so Franziska would probably be flying for case reasons too, or possibly something like an actual vacation or just going to/returning with Adrian somewhere. Adrian wouldn't just sneak on the plan like Phoenix did, so it would be something where Franziska willingly planned for her to be there. Possibly she was bringing her along as company while she left to work a case?

I see Adrian as a lot more reserved than Phoenix is (especially during the 7yg), so I'm not sure if she would grab Franziska if she got up to "take care of certain things" like Phoenix grabbed Miles, or be as obvious with how the wine was affecting her. Maybe they both try to get up for the bathroom at the same time lol and things move on from there.

Franziska also wouldn't have trauma triggered by the turbulance, so it might proceed at a slower pace than the original version (since the contact from Phoenix trying to reassure Miles and the heightened senses/awareness from the wine and the coping method for Miles' anxiety sped things along).

That's all I really have for ideas at the moment. I don't think things would change too much. Maybe just the speed and how things end up happening/what they end up doing, which would change due to the difference in their personalities and missing some key stuff that helped things along in the original.

Thank you for the ask! 🥰 And sorry again for the long delay, as well as for writing an essay 😅.

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disruptioncamouflage · 2 years

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Research Summery: Draft 1

Introduction:

I am the provocateur providing that moment, wearable art and the audience are my tools. A Lot of these moments are so strong because you're causing the viewer to build an understanding of who you are, and why you're drawing their attention. One approach to causing this thought is to mess with preconceptions that very specific pieces of clothing have.

I think my practice has a particular attraction to humour and curiosity, it's a way of laughing at people that are quite stuck up and serious, have a particular way a garment must be seen or made, or someone who's quick enough to get the joke.

The aim of the game is to be as loud and obnoxious as possible, make people have to see you, and cause them to inspect you the wearer, with confusion or admiration.

Within my research this year I explore the power of identity, the apolitical jester, and the ability to to draw attention.

PARAGRAPH: Hugh, Nick and I

When figuring out the best way to approach rethinking the preconceptions of a garment, I tend to stick to the idea of dislocation and relocation, which also could be seen as deconstruction and reconstruction. The reason why I chose to word it as such though is it doesn't feel like something being pulled apart and put back together, it's more of a redirection or reappropriation of an existing idea. The thought behind this is to provoke the viewer into a moment of discussion with either the pairs or themselves.

One approach to causing this thought is to mess with preconceptions that very specific pieces of clothing have. My first creation for the year was a reinterpretation of the construction Hi Vis uniform. I created an adaptation of the uniform to counter the wearability and usability of workwear.

Within the already muddled idea of what a Hi Vis uniform should look like, is a second idea, a humour, or inside joke if you will. The joke is for any viewers that know what a Ghillie suit is, which is a military garment traditionally built to hide the wearer in their environment. This garment or Hi Vis ghillie suit does everything in its power to counter the preconceptions of its preexisting counterparts.

When exploring this concept contextually I drew a connection between Hugh Hayden and Nick Cave’s work. Hugh Hayden loves to work with these hidden ideas or jokes that only a person with an intuitive eye would probably pick up on. Like this example titled ‘really pretty’, that has a ‘diet coke’ logo hidden right in the centre.

Hugh Hayden disguises the identity of his objects by hiding them in plain sight, with only a trained eye being able to pick them up. Nick Cave's work also disguises the identity of his objects, but in a slightly different way where he disguises the true identity of the wearer. Both these artists use deception to either trick the viewer or disguise the true meaning hidden in the objects.

I think the big similarity between me and Nick Cave is the idea of uncertainty. Uncertain of how people will see me, Uncertain of the future, and Uncertain of how we fit into the bigger picture. Where we differ though is the level of uncertainty, our problems are mediocre compared to Nick Cave's in 1992, I hide my identity as a form of confidence. The 'Costume' allows me to express how I feel rather than hide from people's opinions. Nick Cave though hides his identity from judgment, being queer was not as accepted in the 1990's in comparison to now, and years of racial and economic inequality spilled over into the streets, resulting in five days of rioting in Los Angeles, coinciding with the beginning of Nick Cave’s Sound Suit creations. Nick Cave hid his identity for safety, protection from discrimination. Nick Cave has used a lot of queer, different, and unique models, which helps they to hid from discrimination. Like a superman suit, it gives them the confidence that they can be who they want without preconceptions determined but their posture, mannerisms, and voice. This gives me a new understanding of the term 'sound suit', when something is sound its safe, secure, air tight, while also acting as a physical reference to a soundproof room where none of the preconceptions of identity can escape.

PARAGRAPH: Hugh and Peacocking

In an interview with Hugh Hayden titled The Fine, Feathered Hugh Hayden, I began to flesh out this idea of ‘natural peacocking’. Traditionally peacocking in a human setting is seen as a way of males showing off to attract the attention of females, but I think for me the concept is much broader than that. This idea started to expand when reading through The Fine, Feathered Hugh Hayden interview. Where he describes a likeness to clothing and feathers stating, “For us, clothing isn’t an organ, but for humans, it’s often sort of this artificial organ that humans have created to cover the body. It functions how other things function for birds”

If we scrap back this idea to its core, peacocking is to attract attention, allowing clothing to function as a form of feathers, much like how feathers are an external organ that birds use for both function and display.

Hugh Hayden in the same interview Fine, Feathered Hugh Hayden talks about this idea of ‘assimilate’, or ‘assimilation’. By definition to assimilate is to take in and understand information or ideas. But I think in terms of a social environment it has a lot to do with this idea of balance between blending in and standing out. I think this idea also follows the concept of birds. Hugh states that “There’s this blur between the social and the natural environment, specific families of humans that have created their own official identification systems, that they’ve evolved over time. They’ve balanced and blended into their specific environment, much like birds do as they evolve to different climates. We also do things to assimilate to our natural environment. It’s about protection from predators. Hugh made this allegory from this natural evolution of birds and nature to the social environment that humans create cultural assimilation into groups”. I think assimilation blends my idea of dislocation and relocation into a single term. The dislocation being understanding its intended purpose, while the relocation is absorbing the idea and redirecting its purpose to achieve a style that is best acclimated to the environment the wearer is in, and how much they want to stand out.

Wearable art is an expressive way of presenting yourself without fear or limitation. To continue my thought, Hugh Hayden says in this small paragraph. “Sometimes people see the work completely differently. A lot of it exists in the subconscious. Someone might make a comment about something that could have been in my subconscious… I enjoy learning from the readings''. When interacting with the public, reading people's emotions becomes a lot easier when you wear something out of their comfort zone. Their thoughts bubble to the surface as forms of expression, which usually only exist within the subconscious of the viewer. Whether it's something they wished they had worn, a fad that they have seen before, or in a lot of cases something they don't think they can ‘pull it off’. I think there is a level of swagger required to walk around comfortably in these garments, and that is a lot to do with the subconscious of the wearer. How they perceive themselves, and if they could see them wearing the garment even before it's been worn.

PARAGRAPH: Jester and Ugo

The jester is a powerful figure in the mediaeval hierarchy, although they are the fool, they are the only person who can openly laugh at the king.

OPINION 1:

When unpacking this idea I’ve always thought my practice focused more as the provocateur providing a moment for the viewer. In a lot of ways in those moments I am the jester, but in my practice I think I see myself also as the king. Not in the self loathing way but more the public are the audience for a jester show to himself. Why I also see this is the king is from the audience perspective, with some of the things I wear I may seem deranged or out of the ordinary. Yes the jester character is known for wearing strange clothing, but there is a sense of confidence the king carries, and when thinking about the attitude that the clothing creates, it's a type of power that only someone that is content with themselves can 'pull off’.

OPINION 2:

While thinking about the idea above I believe there is a second stance on who the jester is in my world, and who the audience is. In my first opinion I argued that I was both the jester and the king. But it could also be seen as I’m the jester and the public are the king. I’m tempted to think this interpretation is better, because it sees the public as a powerful figure that can only be laughed at by someone who understands their identity. The jester in both scenarios is the fool, making people laugh, smile, and drawing the attention of the public. Where my practice differs from the traditional jester comes due to the respect that the audience has for the uniqueness of the jester. It's less of laughing at the jester, but more laughing with the jester at the bland world that surrounds us. That opinion is very much based on the audience though, the places I wear my garments aren’t in a corporate business meeting, but I argue that isn’t a public space. So in terms of public audience I think this perspective stands.

AN APOLITICAL JESTER

By definition Apoliticism is apathy or antipathy towards all political affiliations. A person may be described as apolitical if they are uninterested or uninvolved in politics. Being apolitical can also refer to situations in which people take an unbiased position in regard to political matters.

AN UNBIASED POSITION:Innately I don’t have politics, however that doesn’t mean the audience doesn’t. As the jester, the provocateur, my job is to provoke the viewers' politics. But what’s more interesting is that I am able to manipulate their perspective. Making the viewer see what you want them to see and think it's their own opinion, when in reality it's a form of group decision making controlled by the provocateur, this builds power the more individuals get involved, like a chain reaction.

UGO RONDINONE:

Tricking the viewer or disguise the true meaning hidden in the objects. This also resonates with my investigation of Ugo Rondinone’s install “Vocabulary of Solitude”. I discussed the idea that the artwork is a series of life-like static clowns, posing in positions of thought, or pondering. From the outside perspective they are clowns, an image of joy, laugher, and absorbent amounts of energy. Yet in this work they are static and paired with individual unique disassociated or sombre faces. These two juxtaposing concepts of a symbol of joy, that portrays a face in deep thought, speaks to a similar idea of Nick Cave’s costumes masking the true identity of the wearer, as well as Hugh Hayden’s masking of the material of his objects.

PARAGRAPH: Isa Genzken and Found Objects

When pushing into this world of day to day wearable art, and treating each day as a runway show. I see my practice as more of a blend between Isa Genzken’s attitude with Nick Cave’s outrageousness. Isa Genzken in her series ‘I love Micheal Asher’, explores how objects and garments in your day to day life can exist as art. Here on the right she has displayed a lot of garments from her wardrobe, creating this connection or deeper understanding of the artist's identity. I personally see myself as a maximalist, and I believe that comes through in my attitude towards this wearable art being able to be day to day clothing.

Which leads me into this idea of the inevitable pipe dream. A pipe dream is referred to as an unattainable thought that eludes the reach of the thinker, something that either they see as impossible, or something that they could never see themselves achieving. Wearing wearable art as a day to day garment pushes the viewer out of their comfort zone, challenging the perceiver to question whether the person is wearing sculpture or fashion. With the goal being to force the viewer to create a stance on the wearability, functionality, and question the viewer's perspective of self.

An inevitable pipe dream is innately a glass half full or half empty term, based on the viewer's perspective. The perception of the interpretation of ‘inevitable’ creates either a double negative, or an unavoidable positive outcome depending on the interpretation. There begins to be this blur between found and made objects as the outfits explore fashion that require courage and pride to be worn, causing the viewer to ponder whether they could see themselves in public wearing these objects. This moment of ponder is the inevitable moment, the viewer decides if they are looking at a sculpture, or everyday fashion. A synonym for a pipe dream can be seen as a daydream, an inevitable pipe dream version are moments that feel like daydreams, tangible moments that exist between fantasy and reality. These moments are what drive me to continue my practice. The adrenaline of not fitting in, and how far I can push the viewer mentally in a moment or glance.

The positive influence a confident person can have on another person's identity is infectious, and maybe that's the true ability of peacocking. Maybe this thought is based on perspective, for me it is a way of fitting into the creative environment that surrounds me, keeping me intune with the social media, and people that I surround myself with. From an outside perspective it's seen as me opposing what's around me, or intentionally wearing something to provoke the perceiver, but for me it's acclimatising to my desired environment.

CONCLUSION:

“They’ve evolved over time. They’ve balanced and they’re blending into the environment. We also do things to assimilate to our natural environment. It’s about protection from predators. I made this allegory from this natural evolution of birds and nature to the social environment that humans create by assimilating culture into groups”. I think the best innalergy I can use that adapts this quote from Hugh Hayden, in terms of standing out, but blending into your intended environment. Would be the example of a tigers orange colouration, and their tendency to hunt dichromats (state of having two types of functioning colour receptors). Animals such deer, boars, and other ungulates are mostly affected by this, as they are unable to perceive the colour orange, hence why this colour is used alot in hunting. Whilst as humans we have four colour receptors, allowing us to perceive orange, the fundamental idea around suiting your environment remains the same. Much like a bird's feathers the tiger's orange coat can be treated as an external organ, not only does it blend in perfectly with its natural environment for its prey, it stands out to any other creature that receives with more than two colour receptors. To work out how this adapts into an urban social setting, let's think about the other intention of the tiger's orange colouration. By being this bright and exuberate colour it allows the tiger to tell creatures that can perceive orange that they should beware it, kind of like wearing caution tape. For humans that has a different effect though, if we dislocate a piece of clothing from its intended purpose. Or we purposely stand out; we are now hunting creatures that can perceive ‘orange’, and use the creatures that can't see ‘orange’ as tools to enhance the desired effect. I The provocateur relocate the viewer's perspective, and wearable art is my tool.

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lizbotw · 4 years

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impatient | itadori

you can’t decide if being left alone with him is a blessing or a curse half the time.

itadori yuuji x reader

word count: 2.2k

inspired by fushiguro being all pouty when he didn’t get to help itadori and kugisaki in that one episode :(

“This is so boring.”

“Yuuji, shut up.”

Shoe soles scrapping against the gravel, you didn’t even bother looking at him, although the burning gaze you already felt prickled the hairs on the back of your neck.

“You’re bored too.” It wasn’t a question.

“We’re supposed to wait for them out here.”

There was a flash of color in your peripheral and a side glance revealed that he was tapping the heel of his red sneakers on the ground—another thirty seconds of that and you’d probably end up threatening him to a life without legs (not that it’d work—Sukuna in all his stupid glory would just regenerate them for his precious vessel; speaking of which, if Sukuna decided to start complaining right now too, you were sure you would lose your mind).

Whistling wind was the only reply to your statement and, content your ears would be spared from the monologue of complaints Yuuji had been going through for who-knows-how-long-now, you crossed your arms and tilted your head back to lean against the brick wall. The stone was dusted with a rustic red—standard, yet somehow fitting for the scene around you. The building looming in front of you was dilapidated in appearance, but you admitted the sleepy residential neighborhood it was located in had some charm to it in a weary, tired sort of way. The splash of brightly colored flowers and houses on some corners really upped the appeal you had to say.

Caught up surveying the surrounding area in admiration, you were almost able to forget about the boy perched on top of the junction where the wall dipped in its height down to a low brick fence just short enough to climb on top of. Almost.

As soon as the sigh left him from beside you, your face reacted before your mind had even fully comprehended what it meant (what it meant was that there was no chance you’d get any peace and quiet around here at this rate), your features annoyed and frowning and everything in between as had become routine at this point. “Why can’t we go in?” he whined, nudging you with his knee. His gaze was expectant and weirdly innocent as he peered up at you, as though you were explaining to a child why they had to have patience. You supposed that comparison could be accurate most times when it came to Yuuji.

“Because Gojou said so.”

“He’s not even here!” That was true. He was off on some super secret mission, although the instructions he had given the group of you were specific—or... er, not too specific that you couldn’t take some... creative liberties in their interpretation, such as stopping for ice cream on the way there as per Kugisaki’s demand request—trusting the lot of you to take care of yourselves and follow them to a T. And by that, he of course meant Fushiguro keeping everyone in line.

There was another curse to take care of, yet Gojou had decided to have you two sit this one out and simply accompany Megumi and Nobara to the site—those two were to actually head inside and deal with the threat. In hindsight, it all made sense considering you, Yuuji, and Megumi had spent more time around each other prior to Nobara’s arrival at the school, no matter how minuscule the time difference was. Hell, you and Yuuji had both spent more time fighting alongside Nobara than Megumi had (they always seemed to keep getting separated from each other in some way or another during the early missions, a laughable observation now that you thought about it). Naturally, letting those two duke it out and come to a somewhat agreeable partnership was the best course of action, and what better way to do that than force them into an abandoned building together?

But even in spite of all that clear-minded reasoning, you couldn’t lie that you weren’t more than a little peeved that you weren’t getting in on any of the action. You scoffed. Team bonding, but at what cost? At the cost of your sanity, that’s what.

You rubbed your temples, squeezing your eyes shut. You no longer wanted to see. “Yuuji, we’re supposed to keep watch,” you huffed out, exasperated. Although truth be told, the title of “guards” just seemed like some fancy namesake Gojou had given you two in order to placate you and make you feel like you were actually doing something. Needless to say, it was not working.

The low section of the wall he sat upon was one half of the area that flanked the archway of the path that led up to the building, and Yuuji, stupid and silly and cute, peeked his head just around the corner to look out of the entrance at the (empty) street and then turned back to you with a shrug. “Nothing there. Job done.” Playfully adorable as he was, you cracked a smile at that, shaking your head.

“Guess you’re right—job done,” you conceded.

He beamed and then hopped off of the ledge, pacing now. You wanted to stretch your legs too and go exploring around the area, but you were trying to be the voice of reason here, knowing that if you gave up that control you were a goner for sure. It was painfully easy to get swept up in his antics.

You barely even registered him setting off on another tangent about how he wanted to go inside too, more so focused on his hands as he switched from swinging them at his side to putting them up in a mock thinking expression for his head to rest upon as he kept walking back and forth in front of you—you were wondering if (and if so, when was the perfect moment) you could reach out and grab ahold of his hand to still the restless energy... and also partially because you just wanted to.

“They’ve been in there a long time, haven’t they?” Yuuji mused, your mind actually picking up on the question now that it was directed at you and not at some vague imaginary spot in the distance. He was right. You noted the glow of the red of the bricks making up the wall as they shone brilliantly warm under the softer evening light, the silent ticking of time among the clouds your only indication of the day passing. The sky was in between the bright shades of blue of the sunny afternoon and the orange hues that were gradually creeping in and mixing with them.

“They have,” you confirmed. You wondered if you would be here until nightfall with how long it was taking them. You crossed your arms again and drummed your fingers against them. Come on already, I have things to do.

After a staring contest with one of the many dust-covered windows of the building as though you were mentally willing the two inside to come out, your narrowed gaze swung over to Yuuji to see what he was up to and promptly widened. You hadn’t noticed that he had stopped his pacing and was looking at you now, closer than you remembering him being moments before.

“And... we’ve been alone this entire time, haven’t we?” Another step forward, casual yet making you suspicious all the same.

“...yes,” you replied, wary of the grin he had—you would’ve thought it was Sukuna if not for the crinkle of his eyes into a smile that matched the one on his lips (oh yeah, that was Yuuji alright).

His steps were so easy, carefree, as though he were sauntering up to talk to you any other time, but you knew him and you knew when he was planning something. Sure, there were times you were downright confused by just about everything he did, but then there were others where his thoughts were just plain obvious.

“And what have we been doing?” In one swift movement he had trapped you against the wall—another step and your back would hit the surface—piercing look pinning you in place. It was a sudden development but you also had the notion that you should have seen this coming from a mile away. He didn’t even need to put an arm out to prevent you from side-stepping out of the spot, his mere presence enough (although you very much wanted to wipe that sweet smile off of his face).

Your mind scrambled for words, you glancing off to the side briefly—you could not maintain eye contact with him like this. “Talking?”

His eyes lit up and you had the feeling you’d just fallen right into his trap. The hand that came up to cup your face confirmed your suspicions. “Yeah, and that’s boring, isn’t it?”

You swallowed, trying to still your breathing. “It is...”

Yuuji tilted his face forward to lean his forehead against yours, skin warm. Both of you were silent aside from the quiet hitches of breath, scrutinizing one another. When you felt his thumb press against the full part of your bottom lip in interest, you just about lost it. His voice was smooth and low when he spoke, “I was going to wait until later but...” You felt him breath in.

Later was usually when anything happened, you two not yet entirely bold or confident enough when it came to most displays of affection in public—or at least in front of the others that was. Their teasing was enough to have your face burning in shame for days, even if you had to admit it was funny at times. You barely even held hands in front of them. Then again... following Yuuji’s train of thought... you had been out here alone for so long already... maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just...—you weren’t lost to contemplation for long though as he brought you back to reality.

A mere brush of his lips against yours stopped you from replying, your eyes falling closed, heart hammering. Your hand found a weak grip on the front of his shirt as you waited expectantly for the warm flush of his mouth.

“What are you two doing?”

You jolted at the familiar voice, heart hammering for an entirely different reason now, and pulled away from Yuuji’s face, although his grip on your head didn’t let you get far, the press of his ring finger and pinky into the back of your neck dizzying. Fushiguro and Kugisaki stood a few feet away, looking a little worse for wear with minor scrapes and bruises littered on their exposed skin, but thankfully all in one piece.

Eyes darting to them, mind reeling as you realized the compromising position you had been caught in, you thought up an excuse on the spot.

“Standing guard.”

“About to kiss.”

You and Yuuji both spoke at once. You slowly looked at each other, blinking.

A second passed and then— “Why are you lying?” he asked, genuinely confused.

You slapped a hand across his chest in horror at him blatantly blowing your cover like that. “Yuuji!” You were mortified (but also... he was still so close... it was almost easy to forget that the other two were still there).

“I...” Fushiguro looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it and shook his head. “I don’t want details. Let’s just go.”

A sigh of relief left you, but then Yuuji gave a chipper, “Okay!” and when he still didn’t release his hold, you had a vague feeling in your gut that something was wrong—

He leaned forward to close the gap at last and press his lips against yours, swallowing up your breath in the process—then he pulled away like it was nothing, off to go bother Fushiguro about the details of the curse.

You stood there, dumbfounded.

A gasp. “Gross!” Kugisaki shrieked, sounding like she wanted a break from everything that had occurred in the past five hours. She was sticking her tongue out, nose scrunched up and eyes screwed shut. “I cannot see anything cute after dealing with that thing inside.” A nose of discontentment, “Bleh.” But then she seemed to have a moment of clarity, clapping both hands on the side of her face and giving you a look that might as well have been an overexaggerated wink paired with her shouting every cliche couple trope from the rooftops. “But also... romantic.” Please someone save you.

Fushiguro was looking a little pale himself, caught off guard by the display of affection, staring at you, but then catching himself and looking away. He looked embarrassed and he didn’t even have anything to do with it.

Carefully, robotically, you brought a finger up to brush against your lips, still warm where Yuuji’s had molded between them, and subsequently noticed the teasing look he was giving you in the distance. It was a little too smug for your liking.

You stalked up to him and jabbed a finger into his chest, staring him down. “Yuuji, I swear-”

Kugisaki shoved the two of you towards the exit before you could get into a fist fight over a single surprise kiss, tsking while Fushiguro followed behind in her wake (you wondered if he would recover from... that any time soon—poor boy). “Okay, move it along, lovebirds. I want to go take a shower.”

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iovevrse · 2 years

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film credits, timothée chalamet ꜜ

summary: the oscars with timmy

(no warnings mostly just fluff)

To say the least I don’t think a day like this could ever possibly be topped. Timothée and I were attending the Oscars, one of the most prestigious and nerve-racking events to ever exist. Ever. And what I was going to wear had been my topic of worry ever since Timmy informed me he wanted me to be his plus one. To make it worse he even refused to let me see what his outfit would be like until the day of.

All I had known, much to my surprise, was that Timmy and I had both gotten our pieces from Louis Vuitton. Upon hearing this I was even more excited to see what it was he would be pulling off this time. Luckily it came fast and today was finally the day I could stop endlessly biting away my nails at the thought. At least until our makeup was done.

“Hal hurry up. I wanna see it!” I said giddily. Since being secretive about our outfits was his idea, we decided him being the first to show his was only fair. To me specifically.

“Stop rushing me!” He laughed back in a failed attempt to sound somewhat serious.

“Ok ok yes come out now.” I sighed.

And so he did. To say I was shocked would be a mass understatement. The man looked so good I could hardly even remember how to breathe. Timmy was a man of taste for sure and the cropped blazer with black sequin all over from there to his pants was just perfect. I almost even felt insecure about how good he looked in comparison to what I had chosen to worn.

“TIMOTHÉE! Oh my god! Like actually, wow! You’re so pretty.” I said amazed

Even a year into our relationship we were both still easily flustered at compliments from each other, and seeing Timothée flustered was the cutest thing ever.

“Enough about me, it’s your turn now.” He said to divert attention

I just gave him a knowing alright kind of look and made my way to change. I had three choices initially and to say the least it was difficult but I felt as though the dress I had chosen was simple yet still encapsulated me. The detailing between the silky silver and black parts of the dress were by far what had drawn me to it the most. I knew immediately to pair it with a simple black bralette and heels. Accessories-wise, as a final touch, I had wanted lots of silver bracelets and rings. Though I had loved my look, after seeing Timmy’s I was actually feeling extremely insecure. The man was so pretty, how could I not?

“[Y/n]…. come out! It’s your turn!” Timothée said teasingly. I almost didn’t want to but whether I liked it or not the man would eventually drag me out if he had to.

And so I made my way back into the brightly lit hotel room. To say I was personally shocked at the surprise and admiration on Timmy’s face would be a mass understatement.

“Mon amour, you look absolutely stunning! Jeez!” he smiled.

It was now my turn to be flustered. I suddenly began to feel less bad about what I had chosen and ten times more comfortable as I did so.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” I said jokingly as I quoted Elvis

Following getting dressed we had about two hours until our limo would arrive and it was spent taking pictures with and of each other whilst listening to one of Timmy’s playlists. His music taste was top tier, maybe even better than mine, though I would never, ever, admit it to his face.

Hours later as we arrived at the Oscars. I began to take note of all of the people and cameras and most importantly people there. I began to feel my social anxiety take the wheel and it didn’t help that of all people, I was dating Timothée Chalamet. Not that it was a bad thing. Simply how big he had become over the years we’d known each other was astonishing. I’d known lots of people and cameras would be focused on us the moment we’d get out of the limo.

I didn’t know it at the moment but Timothée was silently taking note of this, and in turn, took hold of my hand and began caressing it.

“It’ll be fine [y/n]. It’ll be like a one-and-done thing. Kinda. Pictures, interviews, more pictures, more interviews. It’ll go by fast I swear!”

Somehow these words put me at ease and as we made a full stop I was just about ready to get out. Timothée began to step out first and I followed as a multitude of cameras began to flash and the loudness of the area intensified. I grabbed onto his hand firmly as we began to make our way through the velvet carpet and as soon as I knew it, just as Timmy said, we were seated for awards.

Timothée and I were left in shock as Dune won six well-deserved awards. From Best Visual Effects to Best Original Score, Best Cinematography, Costume and Production Design, Film Editing, and Sound. Seeing Timmy so happy was amazing and the night had yet to get better.

Me and Timothée watched as Chris Rock made a joke about Jada Smith resulting in him being slapped on live television by Will Smith. Timmy and I couldn’t help but laugh as we looked at each other in shock. Amongst the surprised gasps were Timothée and I in a fit of laughter as we clapped for Will. Experiencing live television in person was literally the best.

“Bro what! Timmy, what the fuck!” I said in utter shock as the commotion died down.

As the awards wound down we’d begun to get ready to change clothes for the after-party. This time what I’d chosen had reminded me of a more loose version of what I’d worn to the awards which was exactly what I wanted. It was almost like a continuation. The shimmery silky grey and black detailing was the best way to attend this after-party and upon seeing Timmy’s outfit they almost matched. Or at least slightly coordinated in some sense.

Soon It was just about time to leave and I had met so many people I’d never in a million years thought I’d even breathe the same air as. I mean Zendaya was the best woman I’ve ever met, I was prepared to drop to my knees in an instant.

“I had a great time y’know,” I said as I looked at Timmy admiringly

“I’m glad you did, I did too. I had a great date and everything after all.” he giggled lightly

At this moment I had felt like we’d been isolated from everything as if we were inside of this bubble. We’d continued to stare at each other until we both simultaneously leaned in for a kiss. I could lie and say it was just a simple kiss but in all reality, it was more of a soft make-out kind of thing. Before we knew it our limo was here and we were making our way back to our hotel to end the night.

#timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #xreader #fanfiction #fanfic #timmy #dune #oscars2022

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shoezuki · 3 years

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ok so like i been Thinkin a lot on that stream techno had today and i may be Thinkin Too Much cuz i was doing psychology while watching but im going to say Words Now

the entire idea and Plot of tommy going from only interacting/being manipulated by dream to only interacting with techno is a Lot. theres a lot here. and i am feasting like a fucking king on the potential of it and what this could all Mean

I think we’re building up the idea of how techno and dream differ and how they house both similarities and extreme differences in their ideals.

So if we considered how Tommy’s arcs have changed theres a very, VERY clear juxtaposition between the exile arc to.... raccoon arc? whatever the fuck is goin on

Tommy Was manipulated, isolated, and gaslit by dream. that was the only guy he really had interacted with and that was Intentional entirely. Its very obvious this will have and currently has an affect on tommy.

Now, he’s with technoblade. theres a lot of shit that can be read in this simply as considered right now. I feel we’re clearly supposed to at least somehow compare dream and technoblade because their positions are somewhat similar concerning how they are interacting with tommy.

Tommy can only really interact with techno, only techno really has the ability to see him (although ranboo, ghostbur, and phil could see him but theres obvious difficulties in their case), and how tommy regards technoblade is.... complicated. like how he regards dream at the moment.

but theres some really, really important and clear differences in this that i think will show a lot about techno’s character and what’s to come

first of all, there’s a question of why techno is seemingly ‘letting’ tommy live with him. No joke, i’ve discussed this a LOT in the technocord and it’s made me realize it from a different perspective since many of those people in there are from Before techno joined the smp.

so, there’s no clear ‘rational’ reason why techno would benefit from teaming with tommy. there’s some arguments that could be made; tommy’s position with people and especially tubbo, using tommy as a bargaining chip with dream, and something else i cant remember. but the technocord hardcore ppl feel tommy is a liability in the long term. techno doesn’t really have much to gain beyond a distraction. the idea of using tommy in order to convince him he’s getting the disks and then to destroy lmanberg is kinda.... its jus more trouble to techno. In fact, it wouldve been defendable for techno to kick him out; he stole his stuff, and we saw how he reacted to his cows being killed, his previous base being pillaged. You’d have thought techno wouldve been angrier.

but like. that aside. there’s little reason for techno to open up to tommy. and thats the point.

there’s no necessity on techno’s part. he doesnt need tommy. he could kick him out easily. but he won’t.

I imagine technoblade sees the trauma and hardship tommy went through and he sympathizes with him. Its been made clear that techno doesnt know the full extent of what happened, but he doesnt need to. he knows enough.

Now, back to the happenings of the last stream,

it wasnt plot heavy at all. (mostly because techno’s fuckign glasses are held together with SCOTCH TAPE the guy couldnt even fucking use ducttape i hate that) but there were a Few interesting things, including the Plot Stream a bit;

the ‘box’ techno made with the idea of hiding tommy from dream. (perhaps a joke but it still shows something i feel)

how he’s been giving tommy a Lot of stuff. he hasnt Genuinely been upset at his golden apples being taken; in fact, techno gave him more food in protest of him eating all the gapples instead of.... demanding them back

went mining in the nether with the intention of getting tommy better stuff

he replaced the log he accidentally stripped. extremely funny considering he got the wrong type of wood but he tried

expending more resources on tommy with invisibility potions so that he wasnt in danger of being seen

Repeatedly would assure tommy that dream Is Not His Friend.

at the idea of tommy being ‘banned’ from the nether and being attacked in lmanberg, techno laughed at the idea of him being ‘attacked’ and killed even when tommy worried that he’d die for the Last Time

implicated that techno WOULD defend him. and the idea of someone killing Either him or tommy was funny because of that

okay so slight comparison to dream; techno is instead GIVING tommy resources instead of blowing them up, he’s obviously intent on protecting him in some way, and he assures tommy that dream is No Good (rather than how dream was telling tommy no one cared about him)

But there’s one instance that was really, really important to me

the control room had a very bad impact on tommy. most likely a panic attack (the shaking, heavy breathing, scattered speech/thought is something i know so intimately lmao) and techno’s reaction to it was extremely interesting.

first, techno said he was ‘freaking out for no reason’ which could be a) techno is horrific at emotions and vulnerability lmao and b) to Him, it Is nothing. he has no clue what tommy had been through.

He repeatedly asked what was wrong. what had happened in that room. He pressed Slightly. but as soon as tommy said he didnt want to talk about that, techno instantly backed off and said its alright. specifically, he said:

“It’s fine, no one recovers in a day tommy. Healing is a long process, it’s fine.”

that shit hit me like a freight train. Mostly i didnt expect anything to come from this stream like that but FUCK LMAO.

The biggest thing is, i think technoblade is going to help tommy heal from the dream shit and get back on his feet.

but also, even though im not entirely sure i need to see more, tommy will get techno to be more caring. We know philza is the only one techno is really close to, and ghostbur as well. both of which either weren’t involved in betraying techno, or doesnt remember it. i see it pointed out that techno is going at tubbo and his government rather than dream, but i think it makes sense.

dream technically hasnt challenged techno’s ideals or what he wants; while tubbo stole from him, used him as a weapon, and reinstated a government despite everything techno was saying.

Tommy took part in betraying him, thats without a doubt. but tommy was also screwed over by the government in place. so techno empathizes with him. maybe they dont fully trust each other, but thats a work in progress. and it will progress to technoblade trusting tommy despite their past, and realizing that dream is in a position of power over Everyone.

tl:dr: tommy is going to heal with techno’s help and full come to terms with/realize what dream did to him, and techno is going to realize he CAN trust people and that dream has been the one pulling the strings all along

#mcyt #dream smp #technoblade #tommyinnit #long post #THIS IS A LOT OF WORDS I COULD TECHNICALLY SAY MORE BUT #i feel bad putting a MASSIVE wall of text on ppls dash lmoa #like. i could continue on with what their 'alliance' could mean from techno's perspective #because looking now it looks more like tommy is going to 'use' techno again. as a means of getting his discs back #although yeah it kinda is but i think that will change #i want it too #and i want techno to go towards being TRULY anarchist like cmon ur close buddy but not quite #hes got the 'screw the goverment let us people be our own ruling bodies of ourselves' which is right #but the idea of 'the powerful live above all' is NOT right. at all #like its the opposite #but technoblade acknowledges he wasnt really 'that anarchist' and has said in the past he doesnt have like. a specific idealogy #that he follows beyond 'an anarchist'#ok im stopping talking in the tags but technoblade please. please. become a real anarchist cmon

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oneoftheprettynerds · 3 years

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Worth The Eternity: Dark! Bucky x Reader (Vampire AU + Mob AU + Soulmate AU)

This is for @cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge. Congratulations, keep slaying! I wrote this instead of studying, so pray for my paper please lmao.

A/N: This tired girl tried.

WARNINGS: something between dubcon and noncon present. Triggering, darkish themes.

Summary of sorts: Ever seen Hotel Transylvania 1/2/3? In this AU, mythical creatures exist and have soulmates and you feel a zing if you are blessed enough to encounter them.

"Boss, we narrowed it down to these core three suspects.” A husky voice, slightly muffled by the sack on your head, entered your ears and you had a hard time being calm.

You had been picked up from your office, specifically the basement of Oscorp Industries while entering your sleek silver car. A pinch in your neck and everything comically blurred. Next thing you know, you are waking up with your entire body sore, your muscles and joints screaming and begging for freedom from tight restraints. Your vision is black, as if you are staring into an abyss and your vision is filled with white and red dancing spots forming patterns, maybe from the hours of inactivity.

Muffled noises of protest and scraping of metal against the concrete floor entered your ears and you realized you are not the only one here held captive. You racked your mind for possible explanations but couldn’t come up with one.

You lived a very simple life, even as the vice president of Oscorp industries. No messing around, no rivalries with other employees, no butting heads with the seniors on the Director’s board. Was this a ploy against the company? Or a domination statement against the weaker species, the humans?

Lucky enough for you, you realized you would soon find out as the sound of a shutter opening and metal clanking noisily filled your ears.

“Took you long enough, Scott. Fill me in.” Another brooding voice reprimanded jokingly and a million goosebumps traveled the path of your skin as you involuntarily shuddered.

“Yes Boss. We tracked the missing sum to the account of this man on the left. He has fourteen other accounts under different names and nationalities, pretty hard to trace but not impossible luckily. This proved he is shady so he’s most definitely involved.”

“This ginger on the right, he made the suspicious call with weird words so we believe he pretty much passed the verdict, calling the shots with the codewords. He has had several surgeries, his face is fucking silicon at this point but his DNA showed us his true identity, Mr. Rumlow here is the Consigliere of The Midnight Moon.”

You sat and listened, piecing together whatever you understood. The pack/mob name more than rung a bell, it scared you shitless. You were quick to catch on, realising that you were caught in an inter species scruffle.

“This shit just got interesting folks. Alright, where does Miss Sexy Legs fit in all this?”

The pencil skirt you wore wasn’t the most modest piece of clothing to exist and the spaghetti straps blouse was a bad choice considering the sheer coldness in this warehouse, the temperature only seemed to go down with the entry of your kidnappers but it’s not like you knew this was going to happen.

You could only assume with your legs on display that you were the one being sexualised and talked about.

“We are not sure about her though, that’s why I said suspects. We have proof the call was made from her phone but the videos show her lending it to a creepy stranger at a café. It might be really good acting but it’s highly unlikely. We brought her in because in the transfer of the stolen cash, her account was an intermediary but it’s a good chance that she was tricked when her phone was borrowed by Mr. Rumlow. Also, she’s a human, you see?”

If it was you being talked about, you felt a jot of relief, just a smudge because at least they were aware you weren’t involved in whatever game they were playing. That didn’t necessarily ensure your freedom, but hey, you were willing to take anything at that point.

“That’s the sweet fucking scent I keep on smelling!” The leader exclaimed as if he made a great discovery, a cure for a pandemic or cancer you’d think. His gruff voice almost had a light, cheery undertone to it, too unlike of a man who was wronged and cheated and was close to murdering someone no doubt. These mobsters are always maniacs like The Joker.

“It sucks that you brought her here. She might not be guilty, but now she knows too much. She’d make a good blood bag though. Maybe I’ll just have a taste, who knows?” The ‘boss’ made a disturbing slurping noise and your heart stopped at his words, a tear almost escaping your eye.

Discussion about drinking blood? You were most definitely in The Vamps territory, your assumption about the inter-species conflict true. You had no doubt you were the weakest in this creepy space, the frailest here, most probably the only human.

“Show me the bastards’ faces.” Like the flip of a switch, the joking man swapped his personality and all but growled. You heard the ripping of cloth and a man gagging, his shrieks muffled. Another flurry of movements and another man retching on the fabric could be heard.

“Well, hello Mr. Rumlow. I must say, brown suited you better.” A horde of chuckles made you widen your eyes, even though only black still filled your vision, as you realised there were at least a dozen twisted, sick men in the room. The fact that they were silent as fuck till now only showed you how disciplined and regimented these soldiers were.

“This one has a pretty face, boss.” You felt the sack ripped off you, and your eyes closed with the sudden flooding of the lights. Your eyes sealed due to hours of inactivity and you kept them shut, afraid to face your tormenter.

A cold hand cupped your cheek and straightened your face that was trying to hide itself in your silky locks by curling in your own neck, the cool metal of rings and insanely icy fingers chilling you literally.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” A voice called out behind you and you gathered enough courage to face your impending doom, the air as silent as the calm before a storm.

Your orbs opened and gazed into piercing sapphire blue eyes and everything behind this chiseled face blurred. You could swear a ring of pink and red passed over his eyes and you shuddered again, getting overwhelmed due to the eye contact yourself. This wasn’t the usual anxiety you felt while meeting new people, it was somehow both a pull and a push. An inviting comforting pull and a terrifying, ‘stay cautious' push.

You, a self-sufficient woman, who had been independent for as long as you could remember, suddenly felt half; incomplete in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You felt an attraction, a tug towards the man in front of you, and the absurdity of the thoughts and emotions that popped in your brain made you heave on the gag.

Your intellect couldn’t find a reason, your view on love and romance until now completely conflicted. You believed soulmates to be separate pieces of art that complemented each other when together; then what was this broken jigsaw puzzle sentiment you were having now?

Your wide eyes somehow managed to break free of his stare, panicking and looking around to observe, which wasn’t comforting in the least as men with guns and gadgets filled your vision. You were relatively unharmed in comparison to the beaten lads beside you, one with a bruised face and the other with a bloody one.

The handsome man, the Boss’s stare didn’t leave you through the entirety of your searching around, you were sure they saw you as a scared little rabbit, waiting out its inevitable death.

“Lost in her eyes, Boss?” The sideman cracked what he believed to be the funniest joke in existence, earning laughs of the horde of the soldiers around.

Your eyes went to the Boss’s face, surprisingly when his left your face to glare a nasty stare on his trusted man. His muscular form raised the forelimb, his hand signaling to stop, that effectively quietened the room to a pin drop silence.

With gentle fingers, the man took off your gag and yours lips quivered, throat too dry to make a noise though. You greedily gulped the air through your mouth for whatever reason, maybe just to move your jaw after hours of inactivity.

Maintaining eye contact was challenging, arduous to say the least. It seemed as if he could read you, find everything about you there is to find by studying the flecks in your orbs. His delicate hands, loosened the ties and you were now more so confused, along with the trepidation.

Just what the fuck was going on?

Bucky had almost lost hope, centuries on this planet and no one to love and cherish, no personal confidante, no soulmate. But good things take time, right? And in his opinion, best things take an eternity. He knows this now.

Expect the unexpected was the truest phrase, idiom whatever it was, in this moment. He had spent countless nights wondering about his soulmate, was she pretty? Ugly? Was she even a she or not? Dumb or witty? He made a lot of scenarios of how they’d meet, the kids, reigning together. He entertained the idea of her being from a different species, a nymph, an orc, maybe a werewolf?

And now that he found her, it was a revelation, a surprise honestly. After all optimism got evaporated, after traveling the dark tunnel for centuries literally, there she was, his beacon of light. Finding her was a wonder, and her being a human was astonishing, a possibility he somehow failed to consider, but he was over the moon cause there she was, right in front of him now. A beautiful, stunning lady in flesh and blood, human flesh and blood, with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. His zing.

He always liked humans, apart from the similar appearances the vampires shared with them, they were always docile and accommodating. In the last few millenniums, after the mythical creatures showed themselves to the world, the humans understood their place and tier pretty early.

They were smart to surrender and be peaceful as all the species came to light, clever to know that even with less numbers they could be overpowered and bloodshed was detrimental to all involved.

He knew he would convert you soon though, your lifespan far too short for his liking, and obviously, now that he found you, you were to rule together. For Centuries.

His happiness was over taken by the realisation that you were not in the most hospitable settings, you were tied and strapped, being preyed on by his men. He made quick work of the restraints, allowing you to breathe by loosening them first. Your scared, trembling form plucked his unbeating heart’s strings, but strangely enough, his brain found amusement and he felt smug. Seeing you tied up and trembling was definitely a turn on for him, noted.

After commanding his foolish men to stop giggling, he leaned closer to you, your aura comforting and intoxicating as he smelled your hair. A divine scent, an addictive one for sure. The goosebumps on your skin confirmed the reciprocation of his connection.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” His husky voice, calming but imposing resonated in your ears, his hand tapping your cheek on the other side. Even though the private statement was whispered for you, the deafening silence made every person witness it.

He leaned back, his hands behind his back as he grinned, tone again light like earlier and commanded, “Get her out of here and cleaned up, tell Nat and Wanda, they’ll know what I mean. Then we’ll deal with these guys here, after the lady leaves of course. No scratch on her from this point forward or you’ll lose a limb. Proceed.”

All three of you, the hostages were going to get ‘taken care of’ but in different ways.

It had been over twenty hours for sure, you were abducted in the early hours of the morning and now the moon was out again, like one endless night. You remember being escorted to a sleek black car; your limbs ached but you managed to keep up. You tried to keep up with the car’s turns, trying to memorize the streets but your head was pounding and eyes were blurry.

You remembered being led to a suite in an expensive hotel like ones where your conferences were held, being taken to room and given towels to clean up. You didn’t change the dress when given another, the attire being a summer dress even shorter. A woman came a while later named Wanda who checked the forming light contusions and scuffed skin with hands so delicate, as if you were precious cargo. You were, you just didn’t know.

You didn’t eat anything they provided and after hours of conspiring and overthinking, you heard sturdy footsteps. Since your arrival, only women bothered with you, probably the ones the leader sent. But these were heavier, harder.

The door opened and you glanced up to find the leader who demanded your locking up in this fancy place, his eyes travelling on your form sat up on bed, as you mindfully pulled your skirt down. You were anxious the entire day, dreading your future but nothing was like the restlessness that ran through you in this person’s presence.

Maybe it was the fact he was a vampire, or the leader of a Mob or maybe both, but whatever it was he intimidated you, alarmed you, even though you’ve had only two encounters including the present one. You were smart to be scared, he looked at you like, like you were something to eat, your mind told you.

“Hey.” His raspy voice caught you off guard, not having heard a single syllable out of the women the entire day, your questions being ignored the entire time.

You stared at him warily. Your mind having a myriad of emotions and thoughts. You didn’t want to trigger him, besides the place being armed well, he was a vampire, a beefy one at that and you would be stupid to try anything. Shouting and making a scene was no good either, your best option being the lamest one: to talk it out. You refused to become a willing blood bag.

You let out a long sigh, surprising him somehow, “Look, I have money, resources in the business sphere, information, what do you want? I know I got caught in this by accident, but I’m willing to do a lot of things to get out. Name it and I’ll do my best.” You said with your ‘business deal’ voice, the wise, guiding leader voice from your office.

For some reason though, the man found it hilarious. He slapped his hand on his chest, his boisterous laugh echoing. It wasn’t that good a joke if he believed it to be one. Men, ever so condescending.

“Humans, ever so gluttonous. I don’t want your money, precious.” His term of endearment didn’t fall short to your ears, but you had larger things in play here than a sweet nothing.

“I have other things to offer, name it.” Within your moral sphere, of course.

“You still don’t get it, do you? And you humans boast you have everything figured about us.”

He neared you and you leaned to the inner area of the bed, refusing to get cornered to the wall if things escalate and wanting to have the option of running away, probably in vain though. With each step he took, a new shudder ran through you because of the closing distance between your bodies, it getting triggered in unexplainable ways.

You didn’t need to say words to prompt him to explain, your scrunched eyebrows already doing that mission. “You should feel it too, you know? The goosebumps, the bewilderment in your insides, you’re intoxicated by my very presence too, aren’t you?”

The more he neared, your breaths quickened visibly, his words becoming truer. Your skin heating, mind losing a bit of consciousness. His presence didn’t affect you to this extent in the warehouse, but now? You were putty, almost incapable to think. You tried to roll over to the other side but your plan failed because he caged you with his bulky hands on your shoulder, body diagonal across yours. With how slow and out of it you were, he didn’t even need his heightened speed to trap you.

“Oh, it’s kicking in, isn’t it? The realization, the surge of love and lust? To be held and cherished and be full of me?” He smirked at your trembling form, your chest heaving and weak arms trying to push him off.

“I’ve read humans feel flushed, hot, so let’s get you out of these scraps, yes?” He slid off the thin straps while you mumbled a very unconvincing ‘stop’. Both actions were pretty pointless because he wouldn’t stop, you both knew that and also, he ended up taking the top off over your torso the normal way.

Your hands barely managed to land themselves on his wrist to pull them off, but the foolish limbs ravished in the feel of his cold skin instead. It was like a high you had never experienced and your body wanted more. It was already addicted to the feel of this stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

He unzipped the skirt, your pathetic body no longer even fighting him as he rambled on. “Among us vampires, well not much to tell but we’re all freezing cold when we find our ‘zing’. Like every normal day. Except for the inability to think and the need for their mate’s blood, of course.”

He came back up to kiss you, his body now in line with yours as one hand held your cheek and the other groped your breast. You had an out of body experience, feeling disgusted for reciprocating the kiss but also wanting more of that, more of him.

He trailed down your neck to your collarbone and you gasped for air, your thoughts incoherent. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, removing the bra sometime in between as you heaved. He wanted nothing more than to rest in those swells for an eternity.

As soon as cold air hit your nipples, one was being sucked while other was being pinched. The nameless stranger alternated between licking like a kitten and sucking like a baby on the breasts. Your rational part felt gross but the dominating side was the one experiencing delight.

He kissed down the sternum, to your bellybutton and then hovered above the thin, flimsy underwear. His hands slid down your sides, down the curve of your waist and hooked themselves at the cloth’s side, pulling them down in a swift motion.

Your legs quaked, trying to close themselves but one muscular arm on your thigh was able to hold them off, throw one away from the other. He leaned down and you were pathetically still under his muscles, your lower limbs either not daring to move or not wanting to.

You wrapped your hands around your torso to hide a bit of yourself, but did that really matter in the larger picture of the events unfolding right now?

You closed your eyes, tears already escaping since minutes ago as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. A cold sensation on your little button caught you off guard; an infinitesimal fraction of time later, an inhale reached your ears.

You looked down, opening your eyes to find the man smelling you, his Grecian nose poking through your folds and taking in sniffs of your intimate part.

“Please sto-”

“The scent at its source, so fucking divine. I want a taste.” With that, your sentence got interrupted by his words and then by his action as his tongue licked away. It sucked on the bead, delving in the cavity there pretty fucking deep and he slurped away like he pretended to do when you were blindfolded.

Your back arched like a gymnast, hands that were folded across your chest clawing at your own skin, leaving marks behind. His hands were hooked around your thighs and they threw your legs on his shoulder some point in between. When he thrusted three fingers at once, an audible wheeze left your lips, your noiseless gasps now hoarse ‘Aah’s and you could feel him smirk.

There a also a lot of teeth involved with his razor sharp canines that appeared out of nowhere during this and when he thrusted his fingers particularly hard with his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, you shamelessly let go of the inside flow.

It felt humiliating and mortifying, your body glowing with the aftereffects of descending into bliss while your mind wanted to cry. Your soul was surprisingly content with what unfolded, at peace. You hated the diversity of emotions you felt, revolted to find even a bit of positive sentiment at your assaulter’s actions.

While your inner monologue happened, the man got up and out of his clothes painfully quick. You tried to sit your up, feebly trying to escape but ineffectively so. Your eyes couldn’t meet the handsome stranger’s nor did you want to see him naked and removed him form your eyeline, making you get caught off guard when his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, finishing the small distance you managed to crawl up.

His hands left their place as he kissed his way back up your flushed skin, from the swell of your ankle to the swell of your stomach. He licked away the drops of blood around the crescent scratches left by your nails under the intense ecstasy he forced upon you. Then he continued his journey from the swells of your chest to the swell of your cheek, taking you in a fiery, needy yet affectionate kiss.

Your surroundings blurred a second into the kiss, mouth and skin hungry for his touch alike. A thrust had you painfully gasp as you were stretched unlike ever before, impaled to a depth unlike ever before. He kissed away your tears that continued to spill on command of your ashamed mind and leaned back to look into your eyes, a pretty pink passing over them for a fleeting second.

His blue orbs bore into yours and you almost believed he loved you by the intensity of his gaze. At this moment in time, nothing but you two mattered, connected and finally together. How you got here didn’t matter, how unwilling you were didn’t matter. This felt right, felt necessary and was worthy of everything you went through. The rational part seemed to die the instant you two physically connected and somehow, everything and nothing made sense.

But you felt complete.

Your lips captured his of their own accord, and you both smiled into the caress of your lips while he began thrusting, one hand on your waist, the other supporting his weight. Out of breath, he leaned back, still thrusting though, and gazed at you. “Scott back there, he called you pretty, that’s practically an insult. The way you look right now, you’re much more than beautiful. You’re ethereal, my Zing, the loveliest in existence.”

His genuine words tugged at your heart. For some reason you believed him, had confidence in his feelings. Your foreheads connected as he quickened, his hand caressing your skin, the cool against your warm skin soothing. It didn’t take long for you to let go again this time; your previous resolution already dissolved. He neared your ears and whispered, “I want you to scream my name. It’s Bucky.” You nodded absentmindedly, chasing the high.

One particular thrust paired with his canines piercing your skin made you cry out “Bucky!” and you felt him smirking in your neck, lapping the blood. You wilted in bliss and your eyes closed, warmth filling you minutes after. Your eyes were dazed and you felt ‘Bucky’ shift, removing his towering frame from you, a goofy smile on the chiseled face.

With mind free of the aforementioned disapproving thoughts, you checked out his handsome face. It was like you saw him in an entirely different light now.

He gave you a quick peck, his hands cradling your face and he spoke with the utmost sincerity. “You are worth the wait, precious. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever to compensate. I’m never letting you go.”

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testingcheats0n · 3 years

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Massive Dream SMP Fic Rec!!

Hey- Hi, I just feel like there are a ton of fanfiction that's really underrated in this fandom- so I'm going to dump it on your dash!!! Most of it is going to be Tommy-centric or SBI-centric, but they are very good!

Source: Me

Finished Fanfics:

Multi-chaptered Fanfics:

that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade

Hard-hitting, but has a happy ending, though I recommend reading the prequel (in the same series) first, otherwise, it's lowkey depressing.

MORE RECOMMENDATIONS BELOW THE CUT!!

you’ll rise above (crowned by an overture bold and beyond) by azvremoon

Tommy is not sixteen. He has faced too many open wounds, dripping ichor onto blood-stained warzones, to be just a child. He is Blood and War and needless Death, an all-in-one special of everything that can ruin reality.

(Tommy is the blood god. No one should know, but this server can't stop pushing him over the edge.)

+2 more Works that were Inspired by this one

Tommy is a BAMF and Dream, Technblade, and Phil get fucked it is what it is.

Responsible Forever by SilverWing15

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” /////

“So,” Techoblade says, slow and deliberate, his face shows clearly just how unbelievable he finds all of this, “you saw a boy last night, in the middle of the night, living with raccoons and eating our garbage?”

“I know how insane it sounds,” Phil says, “but I know what I saw. We need to help him, who knows how long he’s been out here?”

“Okay,” Wilbur interrupts, “let’s say that raccoon-boy is real. What is it you want us to do? We can’t go searching the woods for specific bunch of raccoons, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Phil but there are a lot of them out there.”

“Going out and hunting him isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Techno says, “we have to let the raccoon-boy come to us. He’s already come once, you know how tenacious raccoons are. If they came to the garbage pit once, they’ll come again. We just have to set a trap.”

“Those raccoons aren’t gonna know what fucking hit them,” Wilbur mutters.

Or: RaccoonInnit taken well beyond its logical conclusion

Tommyinnit is a Raccoon boi that lives with other Raccoons

Protecting the Traumatised Youth by spookyserpent

Sam blinks. “What?”

Even behind the mask, Sam has the distinct impression that Dream is grinning at him. “A week and he was begging for my attention, even after I stole and burnt his armour, even after the beatings. He couldn’t stand me leaving him because I was the only one to show up, to pay him attention. It was hilarious.”

Sam is going to be sick.

Or, Sam decides to ask Dream about his intentions and ends up becoming a big brother to Tommy and Tubbo. All the while, Dream and George fight, Niki and Jack plan child murder and Ranboo is slowly getting adopted into the SBI.

Awesamdad written back when it was possible... ahhh

Chaos In a Bottle by Lovetribable

After a realization, Tommy leaves the pillar, but instead of going to Techno. He just disappears, leaving everyone to think he's gone.

It takes a war to bring him back.

+2 Sequels and an Alternative Ending

Dadinnit!! + A Sympathetic Dream

Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum

“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Tubbo,” Dream sighs, meeting his eyes cooly. Tubbo, back against a tree, shudders at his tone, at the look on his face.

The sword at his neck skims across his skin as Dream shifts his grip on it, and he flinches back into the rough bark behind him. Dream smiles at his reaction, seeming pleased- like the cat that’s been toying with a mouse that always tries to run no matter how many times it’s caught. And, despite this being his first encounter alone with the man, he thinks that the comparison is fairly accurate; Tubbo has never felt smaller than he does now. There’s supposed to be a buddy system to prevent things like this- he shouldn’t be alone here, stuck in this situation.

Or: Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices

Traitor Tubbo, but it has the happiest ending possible since it follows the rest of the story.

Where Did You Come From, Kit? by KadeAK (zacixn)

Hybrids are an ancient species of humans crossed with animals, blessed with the favour of nature. They used to live in peace on the SMP’s land, but ever since the dawn of humanity’s modern culture, they have become ostracised and hunted by their once-brethren. Now, the once-thriving subspecies of hybrids have been reduced to ashes, the majority of their peoples struggling to survive in a city capital that can't stand their presence.

To the members of L’Manburg, General Wilbur Soot is just another mildly prejudiced human being, stuck with a hybrid fox kit for an adopted child. However, that assumption could not be farther from the truth. As it turns out, there's a reason why he is the man he is today.

This fic is entirely pre-L’Manburg.

Part of a series, very good.

Take It Easy by sweet_magnolias

Five times Techno scared Michael, one time Michael scared him, and the resolution of those fears.

AKA - Techno learns how to be an uncle.

Technoblade's POV, so expect some Tubbo bashing on the margins of all that Michael fluff.

I suppose it’s never my time to die, is it? by Birb_Whale

The first time it happens, he barely remembers. The second time is when he realized. The third... Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern

“It’s not your time to die yet, Tommy”

Messed up, but not unrealistic. Purely for the Hurt/Comfort lovers.

This Wasn't Planned, But It'll Work Out by Anonymous

Dream isn't sure what to think when he finds a kid on his doorstep, but he can't just leave him there, now can he?

(He doesn't know what he's getting into, or what he's gotten the kid into, either)

Long, and angsty, with a bittersweet ending Imo.

let's play a game by Aria_Cinabun

Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive. Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough. And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life. His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past. He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside. Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people. But trust is how you die.

Good fantasy AU, has SBI, and is thus fluffy.

Turn of the Tide by SilverWing15

Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says.

Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting.

He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s. //// OR: Change is like the tide, when it comes, you can only sink or swim. You would think that a mer would be better at keeping afloat.

Mermaid AU Pooog. Part of a series.

One-Shots:

Snapped by AmberRunnel

“You don’t know what I went through in that prison cell.”

Jack burst out laughing, blinded with rage and the overwhelming urge to hurt Tommy, to give him everything he deserved. “Oh, is the poor child traumatized? You want pity now?” He twisted his blade, and Tommy’s axe was sent clattering to the ground.

“If the prison was so awful, why don’t I send you back there?”

-|-

Jack doesn't handle Tommy's revival well. There's a simple solution, though. Kill Tommy, and Dream revives him right back into that cell. Problem solved, kid dealt with.

It takes a few confrontations for Jack to realize he's an asshole.

It's fucked up, but god does it hurt in a good way.

the sky is coming down blue by salinesolution

An imagining of New Milo's perspective throughout the Skyblock Randomizer adventure. What did he think of the world he found himself in, and how did Wilbur's feelings and actions change things for him? Here's my way of answering those questions.

He made the fish think, funniest shit I've seen.

You told me to be a hero (so let me die like one) by spiromachia

"You told me to die like a hero," the blond interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the others, holding his arms wide open, "So why not fulfil the ending that was always meant to be."

Across the battle field, through the chaos and destruction, a tree burned.

Even the sound of explosions and cries and bloodshed felt distant enough for the world to become silent for a few moments, each individual slowly coming to the same conclusion, each of their bodies tensing.

Tommy's face broke out into a grin as he lowered his head, glowering at the people around him, and Philza's face flashed with recognition.

"Kill me."

Or... In the middle of Doomsday, Tommy decides to ask Technoblade to be the Lycomedes to his Theseus.

Heavy and dark, but at least Dream gets it.

tomorrow night by meridies

Tommy is desperately searching for his missing brother. Techno is the reluctant psychic who unfortunately got dragged along.

or, two people, more alike than different, learn what it is to have a family at their side.

It's cute what can I say :]

maple syrup by itisjosh

"We could run," Tubbo stares at the sun. "We've got everything we've ever wanted right here. We could run."

"Yeah," Tommy agrees, feeling his head swim. "We could."

(or, tommy and tubbo run away together)

Children get away from toxic adults :)

Why’d it have to be so sunny? (The sun shouldn’t shine without you.) by AToZRainToBe

‘A realisation hits Phil in the face like a truck. “Wi- Ghostbur,” Phil says, turning to his grey-scale, translucent, actually-dead son. “You definitely told Tubbo that Tommy’s alive, right?”’

To get away from Dream, Tommy agrees to fake his death, going with the cover story that he jumped from the pillar in Logstedshire. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell Tubbo.

Misunderstandings are one of my favorite tropes.

sugar and ice by princedemeter for Aenqa

“He is my son,” Philza says. “Mortal or not, I would see him grow strong.”

Technoblade looks down on earth, at the tiny, angry bundle of cloth and pinking, wrinkled skin. This mortal child, he thinks, lungs filled with breath from the king of gods himself, will not grow strong.

It's mostly centered around Technoblade and Wilbur with Phil being a shitty dad. Pog Gods AU.

a matter of time by meridies

Tommy is twelve years old when his wings first appear, and he is twelve years old when Phil tells him, "All it takes is time and patience, Tommy, and soon you'll be flying even better than me."

or, Tommy grows up feeling like a failure, and it takes him a while to figure out where he's happiest.

Tommy is just finding his place in the world. Powers AU.

That Time a Baby Decided to Raise a Baby by Scitrust

Tubbo wasn't good at making excuses, so when Schlatt asked him why he was leaving in the night, he made something up on the spot. That had been months ago.

At least he sort of had an alibi for that, now.

Or, in which Tubbo finds a baby in the woods on his way to see Tommy, and promptly adopts it.

Part of a collection!! Read it all.

spider lily by blue000jay

Wilbur has a body.

The freckle on the base of his left pinky finger (shared with Techno). The scar on his chin from when he was twelve and over ambitious, diving into too-shallow water. The scar on his throat from the final control room, and the puckered skin on his shoulder from the poisoned arrow that killed him next. Various other nicks and things that litter his skin from years of rebellion and living wild, a kid thrown into a vicious world with too little self-preservation.

(Resurrection AU, for when/if Wilbur comes back.)

The author knows how it's like to live with chronic pain, and it shows :(

Hands tied loose by rabiddog

"Let's run away, Tubbo." Tommy breathed; a wide grin split across his face as his hope grew. "Let's get out of here – far away. We can go anywhere, can't we? Let's just go, you and me right here, right now."

Tommy needs to leave. He has to get out of L'Manburg, he has to leave the Dream SMP for his own sanity, and he wants Tubbo to come with him.

But Tubbo has a family now, a better life - something that he can't give up... not even for his best friend.

Unhappy ending :(

The serpent underneath by rabiddog

Tommy and Techno sit at the memory-filled bench and talk. Technoblade reminisces, he talks, he admits his pent-up feelings, he cries. And Tommy? Tommy listens. (That's all he can do.)

“I’m sorry for everything, you know? For all of it. I’m so sorry about... about the first war, about the withers and the fighting, about...” Technoblade's fingers began to curl around Tommy’s blonde locks. “About Wilbur and everything after. I'm so, so sorry.”

:((((((((

Damning choices by rabiddog

Ranboo would have never expected to find himself in a horrifying situation such as that one - quite literally sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, with three lives dangling over his head and the answer on the tip of his tongue.

Tubbo, Michael, Tommy.

It's his choice. He chooses who lives, and who dies. His new family, or his first friend. But Ranboo... Ranboo already knows.

"Ranboo," He hissed out, voice cracking and somewhat staticky, "It's not your fault. It's not. You had no other choice; I know that, okay? I- I know that- I know- I know..."

:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Jealousy is a disease by rabiddog

Tommyinnit isn't new to the idea of jealousy. He understands it completely. He understands the way it runs rampage through his body each time he catches even a glimpse of Tubbo and Ranboo's new relationship, he understands that the emotion makes his heart clench uncomfortably from time to time. He sees it, feels it, and yet he doesn't care.

He doesn't care at all.

"You took Tubbo away from me. You took him away. You took my best friend, and now he's- now he's not my best friend anymore, and I-!"

Word of Honour by rabiddog

Tommy could only stand and stare as Technoblade agreed to hand him over to Dream - as his brother traded him off like he was nothing. Like Tommy wasn't important.

Technoblade was a man of honour. He was a man of pride and sticking to his word. He knew that he owed Dream a favour, and no matter what that favour might be, he'd be compliant with it. Nothing would change his mind. (Not even Tommy.)

Almost canon. F.

Sweet Repentance by rabiddog

Perhaps Tommy should have told Phil about his arguably life-threatening injury the minute his father had opened the door. But of course, Tommy being Tommy, did not.

Dying seemed like a nice enough option as long as he was with his family.

Tommy just wanted acceptance, forgiveness, and peace. He wanted to close his eyes for the last time and finally be able to let go.

Tommy dies painfully.

A White Tulip by astervoid

He picked the white tulip from the bottom of the stem, standing up carefully as he held it pinched between his fingers. It would die now, inevitably, but Tommy relented and held the flower to his chest. What a silly, stupid thing to ground him. He almost hated that it made his breaths come easier and his steps feel lighter. Almost.

Tommy & Ranbooo chill on the bench.

lying to the authorities (again) by touchgrass

"Please tell me that my right-hand-man, my soon-to-be vice president, one of the people I trust the most on this godforsaken server, did not lie straight to my face and tell me he was twenty-fucking-years-old.”

Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but then closes it shut at the furious look on Wilbur's face. Oops.

It is the day of the elections and Wilbur Soot could not have chosen a worser time to realize that half his staff is underage.

The ONLY fic with this premise I've seen on Ao3.

Dear Theseus by rabiddog

Tommy had thought that they'd won - thought that they'd finally beaten Dream, and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, however, apparently Dream had called in that favour from Technoblade after all.

“Please,” Tommy whispered after a beat, quivering hands edged upwards to hesitantly press against the tip of the sword striking through his chest. Why, why, why? Why him? Why now?

Tommy almost wins.

A Shifting World by AplusIsRoman

How was Wilbur supposed to know it would end like this?

The smoke hung in the air and soot clung to his skin. His brother - adopted, but older by two minutes - stood back-to-back with him. The chilling cries of people and the calls of the withers rang through the air above the chasm that was once his home.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

How could he have known this would happen?

Sequel to A Child's World

Age-swap AU. Has a prequel.

heart of the sea by RyDyKG

Here is the secret that he barely thinks about, a secret that he shoves deep and far down in himself:

Wilbur Soot is a siren, and he’s not exactly proud of that fact.

Wilbur-centric. Urban Fantasy AU.

He knows, ok? by Ralli

By some means, Techno has given his raccoon younger brother some cotton candy. It doesn’t end as well as either of them would like.

Very, very cute :)

that's it, it's split (it won't recover) by Jk_Kat

Tommy has always been the fighter.

He has never been the fought for, and he knows it, with every whisper Tubbo directs at Ranboo, with every glance thrown his way- Tommy knows, the way he wishes he didn't, that they think he's dead.

If they're so convinced he's still dead, maybe the one good thing left he can do for them is die.

---

Or, Tommy gets addicted to being dead and thinks that nobody cares about him. The people who very much do try to pull him back from the brink before Dream can't resurrect him anymore.

Messed up, but with a happy ending.

Hugs 'n PTSD by rabiddog

Ranboo knew from the start that the recovery process would be hard - that moving on from quite literally being beat to death would be something hugely difficult to step away from, and that's if Tommy could even manage it at all.

He knew that it would be stressful and arduous, demanding and tough... he just hadn't expected to be holding Tommy through a PTSD-induced panic attack only days after his release from Pandora's Vault.

Ranboo isn't typically an overbearingly protective person. But for Tommy? He just might be.

I love this author if you can't tell.

Big Men don't cry by Shiny22Snivy

The room is small and warm, almost stifling compared to the cool openness of the ravine. It’s cosy and candlelit, and a chest sits open in the corner, full of what looks to be burnt rags of a former smart suit. And sitting in rumpled blankets on a bed, cradling a mug of something steaming, sits Tubbo.

At first, Tommy forgets all about Niki’s vague warning. He’s just so happy to see his best friend again, alive and well and all in one piece. Tubbo’s okay. Tubbo’s okay, and in front of him, and suddenly everything bad in the world is gone, if only for just a moment.

“Tommy?”

And then Tubbo turns to look at him.

Clingyduo fluff.

sins of the father (i broke all my bones that day i found you) by ryter

The thing that hurt Wilbur most was when he saw Fundy tear down the walls of L'Manburg. After all, those walls had gone up to protect his son. But in this world, Fundy trusts his father just a little bit more, and it ruins him.

Or: there's only one way Wilbur never becomes the villain. It's unclear whether this was the better path.

SOME VIOLENCE WARNINGS/BLOOD MENTION. CHARACTER DEATH. SO MUCH ANGST.

Sad, but cathartic.

REVIVED TOMMY HEADCANNONS AHAHAHAHA by racooninnit

i’m dropping ALL the fucking revived tommy headcannons on you guys today get ready for some ANGST

this is different from what i usually post but it was fun

i don’t think there’s a lot i need to put warnings for, obviously there are mentions of the way tommy died and the aftermath of that (i.e. injuries and trauma), but if there’s anything that needs a warning please tell me!

What it says on the tin- not really a fic.

Unfinished Stories:

Ongoing (Less than a month since the last update):

Over the River Styx by CorpseArt

I feel like we should name him.

There’s a scuffle at the back of his mind as he rolls up, curling tight with a shiver despite the heat of the flames licking up his back.

I mean, he’s like – us, but like a worse version clearly because oh man, this is just weirdness. There’s a flare of a tangle of emotions, complicated and fearful, resentful and livid with anger. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been reduced to, stuck in the mind of this- this child.

He’s like your age, Tommy. Are you calling yourself a child?

I mean, I am one so fucking duh. Child murderer.

Or: trauma bonding in the most unconventional of senses.

Just- Read it. Show the writer your support, it's unique, it's amazing and there needs to be more of it.

If history is dead and gone by iregretallmydecisions

“Don’t come any fucking closer,” Tommy shouted, startling Phil into stepping back. Tommy was still looking around wildly, like a trapped animal “Don’t fucking do it.” ---- In which Tommy finds himself faced with his splintered family, while it was still mostly whole. The past is not an easy place to be when the future was not kind. His family is forced to deal with the fall out.

It's better than Rewind, but you didn't hear that from me.

Wilbur Soot's Redemption (OR Ghostbur's Retry) by luckykitty0523

Wilbur had many regrets in his life, being lost in his madness and the urge for revenge drowned leaving a shell of who he once was. It was only in his dying moments that he regained himself but it was already too late for him leaving him drowning in wishes and regrets. However waking up in another different universe where wilbur was never born and family soulmates exist, so when wilbur said he wanted to fix the mistakes he never expected this turn of events.

In one world wilbur dies and he would return as a ghost missing his memory and trying to fix what he did in life but in this one wilbur dies and wakes up in another world where soulmates exist and the wilbur of that world was never born so wilbur/ghostbur takes his place and tries to make up his mistakes to the other version of his friends.

Wilbur adopts SBI + Fundy + Dream.

A Talk Long Overdue by penink

Tommy has his first therapy session with Puffy.

Tommy gets therapy.

Into the Night by Interjection

“Don’t touch me,” Tommy hisses, leaning against the railing. “I will - I will-”

They’re a hundred stories up. Wind lashes against Phil’s face. Next to him, Sam makes choked noise.

“But why?”

Tommy looks up to meet Phil’s eyes, terror struck so deep in those pale blue irises Phil thinks they must hold all the world’s fears within them.

“You’ll die,” he whispers. “And then I’ll die. But I’ll come back.”

“And I don’t want to come back.”

Others have the freedom to live. Tommy doesn’t even have the freedom to die.

But maybe they can teach him that living doesn’t have to be so bad.

---

(Superpowers AU where whenever someone touches Tommy, they both die. But Tommy will always come back to life eventually. He just wants it to end - but instead, he’s on the run, terrified of how his power will be exploited if he’s caught.

A few people reluctantly team up to save him.)

Funky SBI dynamics + a Sam that cares. Also a lot of angst.

#dream smp #dream smp fic rec #fic rec #sbi #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

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niseamstories · 5 years

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I took historical sword-fighting lessons to make the fights in my novel more realistic - here’s what I learned.

Edit: Whew, this blew up! Stoked so many of you find this useful. :) Leave me a follow if you like, I’ll try to make more research posts like this (next one will probably be about my meeting with a linguist for a fictional language).

To make the fighting scenes in my low fantasy novel more realistic, I went to see a trainer for historical sword-fighting last week, both to barrage her with questions and to develop realistic choreographies for the fight scenes in the novel. Since I figured some of what she told me might be useful for you too, I put together a small list for you. Big thanks to Gladiatores Munich and Jeanne for making time! (Here are some more pictures if you're interested.)

Caveat: I’m by no means a sword-fighting expert myself, so take these nuggets with a grain of salt – I might have misremembered or misinterpreted some of the things Jeanne told me. If I did, feel free to tell me.

1.) Weapon choices need to make sense

Let’s start with a truism: always ensure your character’s weapons make sense for a.) their profession, b.) their cultural background and c.) the environment they’re going to fight in. A farmer probably couldn’t afford a sword and might use a knife or threshing flail instead, and someone who doesn’t want to be noticed probably wouldn’t be milling about sporting a glaive or another large weapon. Also, soldiers native to a country with wide open plains would be more likely to carry long-range melee weapons such as spears or large swords, than those from a country consisting of mostly jungle or dense forests. The same applies to situations: if your character is going to be fighting in close quarters (even just a normal house), he’d get little value out of a spear or even a longsword, as there’d be no space to swing it effectively.

2.) Boldness often beats skill

In real swordfights, recklessness was often more important than technique. The fighter less afraid of getting injured would often push harder, allowing them to overpower even opponents with better technique.

3.) Even a skilled fighter rarely stands a chance when outnumbered

While a skilled (or lucky) fighter might win a two-versus-one, it’d be extremely unlikely for even a single master swordsman to win against superior numbers, even just three and if they’re below his skill level. The only way to plausibly pull this off would be to split the opponents up, perhaps by luring them into a confined space where you could take them on one by one. The moment you’re surrounded, you’re probably done for – because, unlike in Hollywood, they wouldn’t take turns attacking but come at you all at once.

4.) Dual-wielding was a thing

... at least in some cultures. I often heard people say that people using a weapon in each hand is an invention of fiction. And while my instructor confirmed that she knew of no European schools doing this—if they did, it’s not well-documented—she said it was a thing in other cultures. Example of this include the dual wakizashi in Japan or tomahawk and knife in North America. However, one of the biggest problems with the depiction of dual wielding in novels/movies/games are the “windmill”-type attacks where the fighter swings their weapons independently, hitting in succession rather than simultaneously. Normally you’d always try hitting with both weapons at once, as you’d otherwise lose your advantage.

5.) Longswords were amazing

Longswords might seem boring in comparison to other weapons, but they were incredibly effective, especially in combat situations outside the battlefield. The crossguard allowed for effective blocking of almost any kind of attack (well, maybe not an overhead strike of a Mordaxt, but still), the pommel was also used as a powerful “blunt” weapon of its own that could crack skulls. Though they were somewhat less effective against armored opponents, the long, two-handed hilt allowed for precise thrusts at uncovered body parts that made up for it.

6.) “Zweihänder” were only used for very specific combat situations

Zweihänder—massive two-handed swords—were only used for specific purposes and usually not in one-on-one combat as is often seen in movies or games. One of these purposes was using their reach to break up enemy formations. In fact, one type of two-handed sword even owed its name to that purpose: Gassenhauer (German, Gasse = alley, Hauer = striker)—the fighters literally used it to strike “alleys” into an enemy formation with wide, powerful swings.

7.) It’s all about distance

While I was subconsciously aware of this, it might be helpful to remember that distance was an incredibly important element in fights. The moment your opponent got past your weapons ideal range, it was common to either switch to a different weapon or just drop your weapon and resort to punching/choking. A good example of this are spears or polearms—very powerful as long as you maintain a certain range between you and your opponent, but the moment they get too close, your weapon is practically useless. That’s also why combatants almost always brought a second weapon into battle to fall back one.

8.) Real fights rarely lasted over a minute

Another truism, but still useful to remember: real fights didn’t last long. Usually, they were over within less than a minute, sometimes only seconds – the moment your opponent landed a hit (or your weapon broke or you were disarmed), you were done for. This is especially true for combatants wearing no or only light armor.

9.) Stop the pirouettes

Unfortunately, the spinning around and pirouetting that makes many fight scenes so enjoyable to watch (or read) is completely asinine. Unless it's a showfight, fighters would never expose their backs to their opponent or even turn their weapon away from them.

10.) It still looks amazing

If your concern is that making your fight scenes realistic will make them less aesthetic, don’t worry. Apart from the fact that the blocks, swings and thrusts still look impressive when executed correctly, I personally felt that my fights get a lot more gripping and visceral if I respect the rules. To a certain extent, unrealistic and flashy combat is plot armor. If your characters can spin and somersault to their heart’s content and no one ever shoves a spear into their backs as they would have in real life, who survives and who doesn’t noticeably becomes arbitrary. If, on the other hand, even one slip-up can result in a combatant’s death, the stakes become palpable.

That’s about it! I hope this post is as helpful to some of you as the lessons were to me. Again, if anything I wrote here is bollocks, it’s probably my fault and not Jeanne’s. I'll try to post more stuff like this in the future.

Cheers,

Nicolas

#research #sword fighting #medieval #fantasy #writeblr #writing #dreams of the dying #writing research #real #writingtips

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stellocchia · 3 years

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I really liked Wilbur's lore stream from yesterday, so you guys are getting a short stream analysis from me

As always dialogue is color-coded: Wilbur, Tubbo, Ranboo

And since I'm the least concise person ever everything is under the cut

The stream is (DSMP LORE) A Year Later

The stream starts with Wilbur singing the L'Manburg anthem to Ranboo. It is interesting to notice that, just like all the streams since he's been back he doesn't start off the stream by addressing chat in any way but already taking with someone in-universe.

"I'm a big big fan of the song (...) (Wilbur notices that Ranboo was muted) so sorry, let's try again: have you heard that song before?" "Yeah I have, I have. I have- I've had a friend that sings it quite a lot" “Good, good, and I was gonna say, it’s obviously based on Hallelujah right? But the thing is, the thing is Ranboo, right? But the thing is- the thing is Ranboo, right? Is that the reason we did it is because Tommy used to sing Hallelujah to the plants" "Oh, to the plants?" "Yeah! In- in the- around the- around the uhm... around the thing! You know the- the caravan? (...) so, my man, Tommy used to sing to the plants to make them grow better and that was the song he used to sing and so I thought what a way to honour Tommy, you know, one of the most- one of the most loyal members or of our fair nation than by naming the song after him, you know? And singing it based on his little- his little Muse. Tommy is a- Tommy is all of our Muse really I'd say"

I cut as much of this quote as I could while still leaving it well understandable and leaving in everything I wanted to talk about, but man is it long... So let's break it down a bit at a time:

1) The friend that Ranboo referenced that sings the anthem a lot is most likely Tubbo considering that they met him later on in this stream while he was singing that very song

2) The memory of the song seems to still be a particularly pleasant one for Wilbur, which probably explains why Ghostbur as well was so fond of it. He speaks about it positively throughout and it generally seems like an overall positive moment of reminiscence, probably because it's a callback to a simpler time when Wilbur too was, you know, happier overall. It's a reminder of a time before the worsening of his spiral.

3) Also interesting that they kept it in canon that Tommy singing to the plants was what inspired the anthem. Especially because I'm not entirely sure if that's the case considering that the actual anthem wasn't written by cc!Wilbur but by a fan upon his request (obviously this is outside the story).

4) Last thing I wanted to mention was Wilbur describing Tommy as a Muse. Muses in mythology are the inspirational goddesses of the arts, music, and science, Tommy aside from the anthem obviously isn't that. But it is interesting that Tommy does take a central role when it comes to motivating people. We could say that Techno's speech on the 16th was inspired by him since it was directed at him. Similarly, Niki and Jack had their arcs revolving around him. Tommy was able to rally the troops with ease multiple times. And Dream's obsession with him itself is the main motivator for, like, 90% of his actions. So, while he may not cover the role of a muse literally it's not a comparison that is too far off...

They headed to the museum afterward and took notice of the Ranboo poster being missing. And then they headed off to L'Manburg (which, by the way, looks amazing, thank you cc!Phil for that one).

"It goes by L'Manhole now apparently" "I- yeah it's kinda- ugh- I'm not a fan. It's kinda rude to L'Manburg's history, you know? It- it's called L'Manburg. It's called L'Manburg. NOT Manberg, not L'Crater or whatever. L'Manhole, I don't care, it's now L'Manburg, it's always L'Manburg, okay?"

It's interesting that not too long ago he was saying that even L'Manburg itself (with an emphasis on the name) wasn't what was actually important, the purpose of it was. He admits later on that he lied in that conversation, but it's impressive how quickly he trusted Ranboo enough to let him see how much he still cared about L'Manburg when he was so intent on lying about it not too long ago.

Wilbur's enthusiasm about seeing the flag is another nice confirmation about him still caring deeply for his old nation.

"Damn, I really went down to bedrock, didn't I? Holy shit I did- I did a number on this place" (I wonder why Ranboo didn't correct him on this, because Ranboo knows that Techno, Phil, and Dream are the ones who actually exploded the country down to bedrock...)

They end up seeing Tubbo on the other side of the crater and head over to him. While they're heading there Tubbo is singing the anthem himself in a very mournful tone.

One interesting thing that I noticed it's that it's Wilbur that heads towards Tubbo's location instead of having Tubbo go to him like he mostly did with Tommy for example. I suppose it could be because Tubbo having been a president himself is in less of a subordinate position to Wilbur than Tommy who's always been a simple soldier.

"It's like looking in a little mirror, look you're wearing my suit still? How long have you been wearing that?" "Oh I just put it on, just for today" (in a similar fashion to Jack bringing out the L'Manburg uniform to reminisce, Tubbo also brought out clothes he strongly attaches the memory of L'Manburg to)

"Ranboo have you met Tubbo?" "Yeah, yeah. I've- I've met him, I mean we've, uhm... we've been around" (Ranboo still minimizing his relationship with Tubbo to Wilbur. Of course, this is because he doesn't trust him but it's interesting that he isn't even honest about that)

After a bit of back and forth, Wilbur starts apologizing to Tubbo. At first, like most other times he's having a serious discussion he puts himself in an elevated position to tower over Tubbo. It's a neat way to show how his own desire for control affects him, having Wilbur literally elevate himself over others when speaking to them. Literally putting Tubbo down in this situation. Which does make the beginning of his apology very obviously feel insincere.

"I'm sorry for making you president specifically before blowing it up and I'm sorry for when I did this *pointing at the crater* and blew all this up and making this whole. I'm sorry that I uh- that I said that you were the president of a crater"

This is that first part of the apology I mentioned. Just to clarify, I don't actually think that it was entirely insincere. It just feels less impactful due to Wilbur putting himself in a position of superiority over Tubbo, especially because it's something we've seen him do before. It's also to be noted that this time, like others before, he seems to be apologizing less out of actual guilt and more out of a desire to earn forgiveness. Which is not a critique by the way. I just feel like that's a misconception Wilbur has, that apologies serve the purpose of confirming to him that he's doing a good job at changing more than to actually make amends for what he's done. The reason why I think that's the case for the beginning part of this apology as well it's because of how fast he went to ask tubbo if he forgave him, which did put a certain level of pressure on Tubbo in this situation.

"I mean it wasn't- this wasn't all you Wilbur" (thank you tubbo for finally dispelling some of those misunderstandings)

"Yeah so me and mainly Ghostbur honestly, like-" "Ghostbur" (some more of Wilbur not being too fond of Ghostbur)

"Right is he [Ghostbur] this obsidian crap then I take it and these- these fucking dumb lanterns up here" (a bit more)

To correct Wilbur's misconceptions Tubbo starts off asking if the other knew Dream, to which Wilbur responds with how much he appreciates Dream and how he's his hero, which makes Tubbo backtrack and blames most of Doomsday on Techno and Phil. Which, as we know, isn't actually accurate and I have a feeling that this misinformation will be harmful later on once Dream is out of prison (though I don't blame Tubbo for backtracking with how enthusiastic Wilbur is, that was the basic conflict-avoidant approach that Tubbo seems to prefer).

"They rained tnt for days" (if this is actually canon then Doomsday was even more of a tragedy than we previously saw it as. It was days filled with fighting and destruction. Then again, Tubbo has misremembered traumatizing events before)

"Techno and Phil, they hated the government. I mean it was partially my fault as well" "But you didn't blow it up" "No I didn't. I would never have wished or anything like this to happen" "So it was just Techno and Phil?" *long pause* "Y-yeees"

Two things to say here:

1) I appreciate someone in canon recognizing that it's not Tubbo's fault for what happened to L'Manburg and blaming the people who actually blew it up, similarly to how I appreciate Wilbur bringing up with Tommy that it was clearly Dream pulling the strings with his exile with Tubbo. It's nice having it stated plainly for people to hear

2) This is the misconception I mentioned. This is most certainly gonna backfire at some point.

After that Wilbur commends Tubbo quite a lot for rebuilding New L'Manburg (once again being dismissive towards Ghostbur) and is clearly enthusiastic about it, even going as far as to say that that mattered more to him than them building him a grave.

"I just, I feel lost without L'Manburg. All my core beliefs, everything died with it" "You feel lost without a nation..." "I have no purpose anymore" "I guess that's where anarchy fails" (I think this may be the first time someone admits it to someone else, even though that lack of purpose and feeling disoriented is very obviously a shared sentiment amongst the ex-citizens)

After that, it's when Wilbur invites Tubbo to join Paradise, the, supposedly burger van with a small house attached to it that wasn't supposed to become a nation. I have a feeling that the proposition coming right after that exchange may imply that Wilbur changed his mind on it. He does purposefully put himself again in an elevated position when making the proposition.

"Would you like to come join me in Paradise? Literally" "Hmmm, I'm not sure Wilbur. I'm not sure I trust you man, I need to- in order to follow someone I need to trust them" "Wait, wait but you- I thought you forgave me! I thought it was, you know it-" "Wilbur I forgive you because I like to hang on to the hope that people can change, but-"

This is what I mean when I say that Wilbur's apologies come with expectations for the person he's apologizing to. By asking Tubbo first if he forgave him when he originally apologized, he already made it harder for Tubbo to refute that. And now we learn that he expected trust to come along with forgiveness. He's not doing this maliciously of course, but he does seem to have some misconceptions on this.

"I know you had that- that at the festival? With Technoblade? I never spoke to you properly about this. I- I could have saved you" "But you didn't" (other people brought this up, but this is a neat little parallel to the one scene in exile where Ranboo was lamenting about how he should have gone with Tommy and Tommy shut him down pointing out that anyone could have gone but no one actually did)

There is a second round of apologies and Wilbur is still standing higher than Tubbo, BUT he does put himself on his same level after he did a bit more pushing and found that Tubbo was standing his ground. He finally puts himself on the same level as Tubbo and openly acknowledges his boundaries which is the first actual real effort to change that we've seen from Wilbur. Which I'd say is a pretty important step for him.

"Wilbur in order for you to gain my trust back you have to prove it, I can't just give it out anymore. I used to be able to but I just- I just can't" (acknowledgement of how Tubbo's trauma also affected him deeply)

"You know I still have dreams, right? Of the explosion. And- and of the fireworks. And- and all of it. I- I still- I vividly see all of it. Every day. It hurts. It hurts a lot Wilbur"

I want to commend Tubbo here for being able to open up like this, especially considering how much he generally leans into denial and how much he usually suppress. And on top of that this is Tubbo acknowledging that both Wilbur's actions (the explosion) and Techno's actions (the fireworks) have hurt him and STILL hurt him and affect him deeply. It's quite a big admission especially for him.

"Sorry feels like such a weak word. I feel like there's nothing stronger that I can say" (first time that he's standing on the same level of Tubbo while apologizing)

"You're so strong man. Genuinely. You just- just the fact that you proved to me just there that you have this memories, that you have this nightmares and you still find it in your heart to forgive me. That's... you're a fucking champion man. You- you're a hero"

It's interesting that the reason why he claims Tubbo to be strong here is because he forgave him. It's not something that's inherently about Tubbo, like the fact that he still found the strength to go on and rebuild after the events he mentioned, for example, no. What Wilbur brought up is the one thing that Tubbo did for him. Which tells me that he still clearly has a bit of way to go to learn how to make amends and how redemption actually works, but, you know, that's to be expected honestly.

Wilbur moves on by inviting Tubbo to at least come and see Paradise, just to see what they'd made and Tubbo refuses because he wanted to spend more time reminiscing. Wilbur this time respect Tubbo's boundaries with no pushing which is yet another step forward for him honestly. Wilbur also gives Tubbo a "lucky rabbit's foot" that Tommy gave him to cheer him up and assure him that he had no problems with him not going.

With this their conversation comes to a close and Wilbur and Ranboo head over to Paradise (though not before Ranboo has confirmed with Tubbo that he actually does want to be left alone).

"You know I was gonna say 'this is hard' but obviously it's hard. I mean, you know, I've..." (a bit of reflection on his actions for Wilbur, you love to see it!)

"It's gonna get better! It's gonna get better! And it's gonna be worth it when I see them smiling. All of them. Tubbo, Jack, Niki, Tommy, anyone!" (I'm pretty sure that this is a genuine sentiment right here. It really does seem that wilbur's Big Plan right now is just to make amends and change)

"Do you know who the original L'Manburg group were? Do you know who we were?" "I- I think most of them yeah... I think it was like: you, Jack, Niki, Fundy I believe as well" "Fundy was a bit after. Fundy was after we'd gotten independence"

I wonder if that's an actual misrememberance on Wilbur's part (c!Wilbur, not cc!Wilbur, I'm sure cc!Wilbur remembers this) or just him wanting to put some distance between his good memories of L'Manburg and Fundy. Because Jack and Niki weren't there for the independence war either and yet he singled out Fundy who was. And I doubt that he'd forget about his son being one of the people who lost their first life in the final control room. In addition to that Wilbur didn't mention Fundy before among those he wanted to make smile.

I really think that this was intentional and that it was because, well, Wilbur felt deeply betrayed by Fundy. And we as the audience know that Fundy only ever publicly stopped acknowledging him as his father to be able to stay undercover as a spy, but he doesn't. It wouldn't be so weird that he wanted to erase Fundy from his memories of the time when he was supposed to be happy.

"I try and keep this on the low because I don't want uh- I don't want people to use it against me is the main problem. I do wa- I didn't even tell Tommy, I lied to Tommy" "Yeah?" "I'll be honest I'm gonna tell him soon that I lied to him because if it- it kinda eats away at me. But I told- I told tommy that I didn't actually care about L'Manburg and that it was just like a tool for me to use to gain, you know, power and stuff, but it's not- it's not true. L'Manburg is- was really important to me. And it is still to this day"

Once again I'm surprised how little it took Wilbur to trust Ranboo with stuff he hasn't really told anyone else. Makes you really understand how low of an opinion of himself he has that when the first person that calls him "alright" out loud just gets his undying trust. Especially considering that Ranboo doesn't trust him back and hasn't been the most honset with him so far. It's also a nice spelled out admission for anyone who didn't get how much Wilbur cares about L'Manburg from the longing look he gave to the camaravan's replica in the stream where he said he never cared.

"I wanted history to live on, not as a stain caused by me, you know. I basically took a big shit on the history books it feels like" (just another interesting little insight on Wilbur's view of the situation)

"I've heard about what's Tommy's, you know, moved on... and how jack's moved on, and how Niki's moved on and everyone's moved on from L'Manburg at least partially, but Tubbo man, he's still..." (he only thinks the rest of them moved on because he hasn't spoken almost at all with two of them and he never really listened to Tommy. Also, again, Fundy is not mentioned)

"I don't know where I'd be without you [Ranboo] here right now man, I mean T-Tommy's great and all and he's here but I- I feel like, you know, I don't wanna- I don't wanna string him along too much because he's- I- when I look at him. When I look at him when he's helping me out building things with me I see the same eyes that looked at me when... when... There were some- there weren't some fun times in the ravine of Pogtopia. I wasn't a very well man and I can just see Tommy from that day"

This one was one heck of a confession!

I don't know if this is me misremembering, but I'm fairly sure that this is the first time he's admitted to not being great to Tommy specifically. Again, Tommy is the one person he met with so far that he hasn't apologized to. Heck! He told Tommy to his face that him being sorry for his actions didn't mean he wouldn't do them again. It's a pretty damn big admission to acknowledge that that behaviour (which is the same now, if not worse when only related to Tommy) wasn't good. It also shows that he's at least a bit aware of Tommy's emotions which is rarely shown honestly. Though whether he cares because of Tommy or because being around Tommy makes him feel guilty (which is what you'd expect him to feel) and he doesn't like that is to be determined still, mostly just because the phrasing was a bit uncertain at the moment.

"I know what it's like to have no one- or at least feel like no one trusts you. Uhm, and I- I've realized that if- if no one's with you then how can anyone really know when you've redeemed yourself? So that's why I'm here I guess" (Ranboo's answer to why he trusts Wilbur. Which he doesn't, but still)

And the stream ends with Wilbur saying he hopes Tubbo comes around to try out one of the burgers (though he does repeat that he doesn't want Ranboo to pressure him to join) and complimenting Ranboo a bit more.

#dream smp #wilbur soot #ranboo #tubbo #c!wilbur #c!ranboo #c!tubbo #character analysis #dream smp analysis #long post #I said it would be short and I most definitely lied #but you guys should know that I'm not capable of brevity by now #so honestly it's on you if you believed the title

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