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luveline · 7 months

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hi baby if you feel up for it i'd love to request some fluffy fluff with sirius. maybe he's usually so reserved and stoic (because, cmon) and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on r

love u sm!

love you!! ♡ fem, 1k

"This is really lovely," Sirius says, your face turned to the light in his hand. "It's bright without looking out of place. Blue is your colour."

"Thanks, bug," you murmur back, holding still as he cleans the smudged mascara from your lower lash line.

"Every colour is your colour," he amends. "It goes nice with your top."

You rub your lips together slowly, sticky with gloss. His noticing makes all your make up efforts worth it.

Sirius wipes his thumb into the tissue you'd given him and tucks it away, stroking your cheek one last time with his other hand before stealing yours to twine your fingers. Your friends have carried on into the pub, but it doesn't take long to catch them. Remus was kind enough to wait at the entrance, eyebrows raised.

"What?" Sirius asks.

"Nothing." It's clearly something. "At all."

You figure it's between them and skirt past Remus with a smile, eager to hide away in the warm wooded walls of The Firestroke. The boys filter in behind you, following you through the entryway and past the bar to the table James has commandeered with Emmeline.

He's fiddling with her hair, readjusting a bobby pin, another held between his lips. "It looks nice, Emme, you should have it out of your face more often."

"Marl says that all the time. Hey!" She beams at you. "Come and sit by me."

You laugh happily and slide onto the seat next to her. You, Emme, and James sit on the booth side while Sirius and Remus set themselves down opposite. A waitress arrives and Sirius doesn't wait for the others, ordering a round of drinks for the entire group, wherever they may be. They'll filter in soon enough.

"And extra cherries for my girl, please," Sirius says, nodding to you as he does. "Thanks."

"Ooh, for his girl," James croons.

"Remember when he'd order stuff for me like that?" Remus asks.

Sirius rolls his eyes, offering his hands to you from across the table. Honestly, you're slightly surprised at his behaviour today, but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth. You lay your hands in his obligingly and relax as he begins to draw shapes into the fronts of your fingers, tiny stroking lines that feel ridiculously good, even under the eyes of your friends. "He's lying. I'd purposefully get his food wrong when we were teenagers so he'd have to go up to the counter and correct it."

"Like exposure therapy I never signed up for," Remus sighs. "It worked, too."

Sirius laughs. He's handsome to begin with, the last burst of a tan from summer's end on his skin, his hair dark and lush in the shimmering light, and when he laughs it's a tenfold effect, the grey of his eyes suddenly mesmerising, the wicked curve of his smile softened into a sweeter thing that begs to be kissed, or admired at the very least. You let him keep one hand but turn the other inward to give him similar treatment, rubbing your fingertips up and down his palm in a ticklish wave.

"Do that to me, mate, there's a good lad," James says, offering his hand. Emmeline bats it away.

"Awfully jealous today, aren't they?" Sirius asks you, ignoring their teasing to curl your fingers in and cover them.

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Does he not realise how sweet he's being? Publicly? He's not usually this open.

"You okay?"

"Fine, just…" Words fail you twice. You cringe at your lack of explanation, but Sirius doesn't falter in his nice touches. It shouldn't shock you when he slides his chair tight against the table and pulls your hands ever closer, his top lip scratchy with hair as he leans down to kiss your knuckles. "Siri."

"Yes, darling?"

"Jesus," Marl says, announcing her presence with a faked gag. "What's your problem, Black?"

"I'm deeply in love, McKinnon. Not that you'd know what that feels like."

You melt in your chair as he kisses a short path to your wrist. You could write Marlene a ten thousand word essay on love if she needed it, that's how adored he's got you feeling.

"Absolutely vile."

"So sweet!" Mary denies, plopping herself down in the chair beside Sirius', all pink tulle and flowery smells. Any other day you'd be jealous of her in a good-natured but undeniably insecure manner, terrified that Sirius was gonna turn to her and see her in all her dewy beauty, but he doesn't so much as look up, your hands now rubbed against his cheek.

"He's had a bit of catnip or something," Remus says.

"It's the eyeshadow," you try to explain.

Sirius lifts his head severely. "It looks perfect, but it's definitely not the eyeshadow. I'd feel just as mad about you if you were covered in soot."

"Good to know," you say breathlessly.

"Oh, so you're feeling pathetic today?" Marl asks.

Sirius sighs as though he's been greatly inconvenienced and sits up properly, casting his gaze around the group for a lick of sense between them, if his slack eyebrows are anything to go off of. "You're all wrong. I'm this pathetic for her every day of the week."

"Then what's with the PDA?" James asks incredulously.

"Mate, first of all, look at her. And if you must know, it's our anniversary."

You flinch, your gaze jumping to his. The group erupts with well wishes and 'why didn't you say so's, and James slaps his card on the table, insisting that the round is on him to celebrate. Your heart races as you make the calculations in your head, calming as you realise that nothing falls on today's date, not a half month nor a first date.

"Sirius?" you ask while everyone's distracted.

He takes your hand again and begins kissing your knuckles once more. "I'm lying," he says, as you'd figured, scratching your fingers with his stubble. "That's what he gets for prying… You really do look lovely tonight."

You nearly swallow your tongue. "Thank you. You look lovely, too."

He smiles, twining your fingers together to rest his face against the back of your hand. "Thanks, angel."

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius x reader fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #marauders era #marauders #sirius black drabble #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #the marauders #sirius orion black

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to-thelakes · 15 days

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Luke and reader being in love with each other but neither of them knowing it about the other even though they're really obvious about it. It's gotten to a point where even Roxy has decided that she has another parent and tends to listen to reader more than Luke

i saw this weeks ago and roxy would SO be like secretly trying to push them together. like the team but mainly roxy because i feel like despite being a very good dog, she is also an absolute fucking MENACE so please enjoy some thoughts on roxy being a little menace and pushing luke and reader together inspired by this ask (but i do go off topic whoops) hehe <3

at first, you assumed that roxy liked you which is why she always rubbed against you or dragged luke over to you whenever she came in with him

luke assumed that she trusted you which he obviously saw as a good thing, he's had dogs not trust his past partners and those partners always turned out to be... kind of shitty? so he's glad that roxy likes you

then you start coming over to luke's apartment/house and roxy becomes even closer to you, rubbing against your leg, asking you for food, protecting you more than she really protected luke ESPECIALLY from any strangers that came to the door

roxy is well trained so she doesn't bark but she would always put herself in front of you if someone unfamiliar came to the door while you were over

it was always sweet, you found it incredibly endearing and it gave you even more of a reason to be around luke

luke was a fucking smokeshow, you were falling madly in love with him and his dog was a literal angel so it was just making your feelings even worse

you wished that you didn't feel that way since you were never really sure if luke felt the same but it didn't matter at the same time because luke was a comforting presence

but as you and luke got closer and spent more time with each other (and by extension, roxy), she started being a menace, the sweet doggo that you had known was replaced with a doggo who you were convinced was trying to out you

like sometimes you would be in the living room and you and luke are sat on the couch but with a seat between you, so when luke leaves the room to grab something from the kitchen and comes back, he finds that roxy has sat where he had previously which meant the two of you were sat beside each other

obviously you didn't care but he always seemed a little awkward when it happened, like he wasn't sure how to act

it was endearing and it made you love him even more

then sometimes when you were both in the kitchen, roxy would purposefully have you tripping over her so that luke would grab you/save you

and to make it even worse, sometimes she would only really listen to your commands, luke was a little offended by that fact but considering it was you, he was easily able to get over the initial offense

plus, how you acted around roxy and how sweet you were with her made him fall even harder for you

add on top of that how roxy seemed to constantly be pushing you two closer together, it was hard to ignore how much he adored your company

he couldn't escape you if he tried (and he was not complaining)

and it was roxy's interference which is the reason that the two of you confessed your feelings, it's just another reason that you love roxy

#luke alvez x you #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #luke alvez drabble #drabble #fluff #ruby rambles #reader-insert

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hislittleraincloud · 8 months

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Fandom fic thoughts no one asked for:

I am highly, highly against Wednesday having any dialogue in which she speaks like her parents to her loved ones, i.e. all of that "Mon cher!" garbage towards Enid. It's cringey:

1. It's traditionally romantic and excessively cheesy, and [Ortega's] Wednesday is not. She just isn't, and y'all should know better. ETA: In regards to love, her parents are like Pepe Le Pew and a willing/enamored skunk (I forget if Pepe ever found his equal, but I do remember the girl cat got 🧠 'ed into behaving like Pepe usually does, which gave him a taste of his own psycho stalker medicine...ah, we had some fkd up cartoons back in the day). Wednesday would be like Michigan J. Frog...animated with only one person, in private...and that's still not a guarantee that she would ever want to emulate her mother, with whom we know that there are severe issues between them. Ridiculous, exaggerated displays of affection define Gomez and Morticia. To have Wednesday behave like that would be sacrificing the one thing that keeps her from turning into a total clone of them.

She can end up wanting to have love and a partner, and even a family, but that does not change the public mask [of a narcissist], and the notion that she would be perceived exactly like her mother upsets her. Direct reasons aren't given by the show, but by how they interact, we can see that Wednesday believes that 'everything is a competition'...but it's not [Morticia's] accomplishments that she rattles off that are the problem; it's somewhere, Wednesday picked up some terrible, terrible "I'm not good enough, I will never be as good as she is" blows to her psyche. From Wednesday's POV, she believes her mother is a narcissist (her self-awareness of her own narcissism is for its own post); only a narcissist would purposefully break someone else's chances of either being equal to or surpassing their greatness, and they get envious (and ego hurt) when it happens.

(...God, now I wanna program Ortega's voice to sing the fkn frog's song 🤣💀)

2. She doesn't want to be like her parents, and that would just...make her be more like her parents. This is the most major personal growth theme in the whole of the show, and it can't be ignored, otherwise it just turns Ortega's Wednesday into a generic iteration of a 'Wednesday character'. If it were one drabble or fic, alright, that's AU, but I see it in nine out of ten Wenclair 'drabbles' (if you can call straight-on dialogue shorts drabbles...we did not, back in the day) that clog up my fyp.

3. Her parents are extremely cultured and speak those love languages/romance languages as a whole together, to each other. Enid is not that kind of cultured at all (she can't spell, has bad grammar, and is just not interested in the same things Wednesday is). Enid would think it was cute, too, and Wednesday doesn't do cute, either (ever! EVER.**).

4. Again, Wednesday doesn't want to be like her parents, and it would be unfunnily mortifying to her to speak like that in public and in front of other people, even if she were fucking Enid. In private? See #1 and 2.

5. In Afterburn: It pained me to have her let slip the Spanish to Donovan on her birthday, but I did it because it was an unintentional slip, it was in private, and it wasn't a pet name, it was a command. She is very much like her mother in bed, but she also knows that Donovan isn't as cultured as her parents, and thus, she will refrain from that "mon cher/mon amour/whatever non-English pet names" crap.

6. There are so many other things Wednesday could call Enid (or Tyler, or Xavier, or whoever the Hell's she's paired with) without becoming a clone of her mother. Resorting to Gomez and Morticia's horribly cloying phrases is not charming, it's laziness. *channeling my inner Bianca here*

7. Now this goes back to #2 and #4, but on that note: There are obvious issues between Wednesday and her mother, and sounding like her disturbs the Hell out of her (or behaving like her, which is why Wednesday's eyes just about shit themselves in different directions when Fester said that her "death stare of disapproval reminded him of her mother").

It's almost like she has a glass eye.👀 It's there bc the AI picked it up hard I guess & it affected my outputs.

There is no way in Hell, no matter how juicy-tasty Enid's furry twat is, that Wednesday would suddenly decide that she should mimic Morticia.

I know all of this is gonna piss off a whole lot of people, but I don't care. It's not Wednesdaying right to have her call anyone by the same pet names her parents use, no matter how fluffy the relationship is. She just doesn't do relationships the same way her parents do. It's far more OOC to do that than even my pairing her up with Donovan is (which needs its own reasoning, probably in a different rant).

Rant over, and y'all can keep goin', but that's not gonna make the dialogue sound any less terrible and embarrassing.

**Afterburn Wednesday does do 'cute' with Donovan in private, but it's because of the fundamental differences from N/Canon attached to her core personality, i.e. she's hypersexual and has some regression issues here and there. Even still, she has a very hard time calling him any pet names because once again for those in the back: She does not want to be like her parents or associate her love with her parents' love, even as she recognizes that she is a lot like her mother. 🤷🏽‍♂️

(Also, I just read an incorrect assumption. Morgues have blood samples. They don't keep whole ass blood bags like blood banks/hospitals do. Get that right before you write me some Yoko & Wednesday.)

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themarginalthinker · 6 months

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Say Nothing at All

(thanks for the inspiration, @enquiringangel lol I hope I did it justice)

One would think that between the pier, the town, the bluffs and their hiking trails, surfing and the beach, the tall, beautiful cliffs, and the Boardwalk itself, a place like Santa Carla would have more than enough for a thirteen year old to occupy themself for two short months of responsibility-less summer.

Idle hands, and all that. Maybe if Sam had been interested in any one of those other things, he wouldn't be here.

Arms hooked over the railing outside the Boardwalk main drag, staring out over the populace with listless eyes while the only two people in the town he could even classify as something close to 'friends' argued like nothing else in this world about....well, it had been fifteen minutes, and Sam still wasn't rightly sure.

"-which is why Luna was actually a better addition at that point than when they tried introducing her in the reboot-" Alan is explaining, but Edgar is hearing none of it.

"She is not! They completely mauled her character arc-"

"What character arc?" Alan scoffs. "they completely cut out the part about her Dad being devoured in front of her by the Red Crescent Pack, and turned everything into a soppy story about her boyfriend almost being turned into one of them and she has to save him with 'the power of love over the beast', which is not how it works-"

"I mean yeah sure, once you've got the tail, it's all over. We all know those comics are bullshit when it comes to the reality, but she-"

Sam's head slowly came down on the rail, forehead thunking against the wooded beam.

Anywhere else, and Sam chose to be here. Granted, he thinks sullenly, eyes darting over to a rack where various bikes (in particular, motorized ones) were parked, he doesn't exactly have the wheels to do much else. The Boardwalk was close enough to peddle, but he'd need something with a lot more power to actually get around town.

"Hey, listen, we've got a third party here. Sam!" Alan turns to him.

He's already warming up his eye rolls.

"Regardless of the shitty writing that ignores so much of how werewolves actually are, do you think it's a better story that Luna Greenfern acts on her own to get vengeance for her father and slaughters the rabid pack of killer werewolves with her bare hands as one of their own, or crying over her boyfriend's passed out body and her tears magically make him all better?" Asks Alan.

Edgar makes an indignant noise. "That's not what happened!"

"It's basically what happened."

"What kind of name is Luna Greenfern?" Sam comments.

Both brothers open their mouths, likely to begin explaining (or admonishing) even further, but they don't get the chance. The sound of high-pitched revving comes their way, and in an instant, both Alan and Edgar cut off their own words, look at each other, and then turn as a unit to face the noise. Sam blinks, and looks with them.

What comes down the way, parting the crowd around them with annoyed glares and grumbles thrown their way, is a group of kids on dirtbikes. None of which looked very new, but certainly imposing enough to command their space against plain bikes and scooters. Astride them was a group of boys. Sam and the Frog's age. they all seemed to share the same style - California mini-punk. Their shirts were sleeveless, de-armed at home with kitchen scissors, pants worn and distressed, their hair was long, or spiked, or made choppy with those same scissors. (If Sam had ever had the inclination and then dared acted upon it, Mom would have had a shit-fit to see him.)

The one in the front, with the best-taken care of bike, with the shortest hair spiked in the front, wore a jean jacket. It had one sleeve, the other purposefully torn off. The sleeve side had a long, black snake twisting around it, terminating in a cobra's spread hood and bared fangs. His eyes were dark, to match his hair, and he looked over Sam and the Frogs with a happy sort of disdain.

How many punks on bikes could one town take?

"Freddy," Alan says, doing his best to square his shoulders. Same recognizes the look on his face, the same he had the first night they met a couple weeks ago. Head tilted back, lips prepare to sneer.

Edgar, with his actually square shoulders, stood silently by his brother, arms crossed, boots at shoulder width, jaw set. Sending back the glare as good as he was given.

The lead boy, Freddy, apparently, scoffed. "Did your folks finally get sober enough to realize they owned a business?"

Alan shoots back, "Did yours finally get drunk enough to forget they have a son who still owes community service?"

There are a couple of gasps that are quickly muffled in the group of rival boys at Alan's accusation, but it's quickly cut off, almost with an understanding of what their leader will do if he chooses to rise to the taunt. Luckily, it seems he's got a little more brains that pride. Or maybe this just happened that regularly, but he doesn't react overmuch. Just continues to glare.

Sam makes the mistake of shifting his footing.

Eyes shoot to him instead.

Freddy twitches his chin towards him. "Who the fuck is this? Cindy Lauper's disowned cousin?"

There are snickers from the gathered, and Alan and Edgar glance back at Sam. Eyebrows raised.

He's on his own.

Sam shrugs, leaning back against the railing. It was a fine, breezy night, the 'Walk was hopping, the sights were seizure-inducing. What could bother him?

"Is everyone in Cali this complementary, or is there something about me specifically?" He smiles, placing a hand on his chest.

Freddy grips the handles of his bike, knuckles white as his glare turns actually quite angry. "Watch it, baby fag."

Suddenly, the air feels a lot thicker, and Sam is hard pressed not to so much as twitch his face. Edgar and Alan are standing at attention, focused on the little gang, who look equally prepared to make the leap forward at a moment's notice. This is neutral territory, outside any shop or home. All's fair, and it's anyone's game. Who will strike first...

"Well that wasn't a very nice word."

And suddenly the air seems too thin.

All eyes, regardless of affiliation or prior engagement, now fly over to the voice. Up, towards the top of the fake cabana at the end of the 'Walk they're all gathered near. Smiling down at them from his perch, like some grinning bird of prey. His jacket shines in a smeared, muted rainbow of colors and beadwork, violent, pornographic patches and embroidery that any of the boys on the ground's parents would beat them black and blue for daring to wear on their persons.

He stands and without taking so much as a second to even look down, jumps and lets himself fall the nearly eight feet from the roof to the ground. He lands with only a small jingle from his belt and the colorful fishing lures on his shoulder, feet firmly on the ground and rising from the crouch as though he'd just taken a step.

Marko raises a leather clad hand, holding a drink from some food joint, and takes a long, slow sip. He looks out, over the gathered group of young teens, lingering on the ones on the bikes. Sam watches each of them look away, down, to the side, anywhere else.

Marko's eyes land on Freddy.

Freddy is silent.

Marko's grin is wide and white. "How's your sis?"

Freddy jerks a little, like Marko's words were something like a knife, being toyed with close by, but not quite used. Not yet.

Alan and Edgar remained motionless, watching Marko's every move. Sam glanced at them for a moment, and their faces were emotionless.

In a voice that struggles to find its footing, Freddy answers, "She's fine. Um. Yeah."

Marko clicks his tongue. "Good."

His gaze suddenly flicks over, to the other side. (Sam can see Freddy actually slump a little in his seat on the bike, as though released from some kind of hold.)

Marko nods his head to Sam. "Sup."

"Hi," Sam says, a little awkwardly. "Where's uh. Everyone?"

Marko shrugs. "I know Mike went with David out past the pier. Not sure about anyone else."

Sam sighs. "If he comes back after three again without calling, Mom's gonna go praying mantis on him."

Marko smirks. "I'll pass it on."

He turns back to the young gang. In his shadow, his measured, careless steps as he comes in close to them, one hand in his pocket, the other still holding his drink, they look a lot less...less. A gaggle of teenagers barely old enough to be worthy of the title, leaning into each other as he comes close, trying to give him space to pass without making it look like they were frightened. It was honestly a little bit funny...if it also wasn't so weird.

They acted like Marko would murk them if they so much as breathed wrong.

He paused at Freddy, smile gone flat, eyes half-lidded. His hand comes out, a single finger pointed to the young punk, who looks at it like it's a loaded gun.

"...I'd watch your mouth. After all, you're so young," he says in a simpering, mocking tone, "and we wouldn't want you to say something you'll regret. Yeah?"

Freddy doesn't speak. He just nods.

Marko's hand shoots forward. The whole gang recoils, Edgar and Alan jolting in their stances, prepared to rush forward, though to do what Sam has no earthly idea-

and Marko's fingers, in an incredibly short, violent motion, ruffle Freddy's spiny hair, mussing the gelled spikes into disarray. Little joviality in the action. He finishes by shoving his head away, almost tilting the kid off his bike entirely. Forcing him back.

Freddy doesn't react to shit.

Marko's grin is back full force, bringing his drink back up to clench teeth around the red straw that darkens with a pull.

"Tell Shelly we say hi, huh?"

Freddy just sullenly nods in silence again.

Marko casts a last glance to Sam, and then is off. Slipping into the ebb and flow of the crowds.

The sounds around them slowly come back into focus, the people, the scents and lights. Like it was all suspended under Marko's encompassing presence. People passed the silent two groups, knowing nothing of what just happened, what almost happened, what...could happen.

In any case, Alan seems to shake it first, stepping forward with a hard stare and a thumb thrown over his shoulder.

"I think you should get lost. They don't like bikes up here. Wouldn't wanna get in trouble again, yeah?"

Freddy hasn't really recovered from whatever the hell scare Marko had instilled in him, because he doesn't even bother throwing a last comment at Alan as he revs up his ride, and his gang of equally silent follows trail away after him.

As they pass, the look he throws Sam's way is...it's hard to say.

It's so fast, but it looks almost sorry.

"What the hell was that about?" Sam asks when they're gone, around the corner, and the sound of their bikes is faded into the normal din.

Alan breathes out, long and hissing through his teeth, and Edgar...well, he hasn't really changed, looking exactly his usual perma-Rambo self, but he is looking to Alan, like he can explain this better.

"...So, you and your brother hang out with those guys, right?" He starts, and Sam shrugs.

"Mike more than me. They don't mind me being around when he doesn't, but uh, you know. Stupid little brother spoiling the real fun, type shit," Sam grumbles. "Why?"

The brothers exchange yet another inscrutable look.

"There are...rumors," Edgar says, leading.

"...Okay?" Sam responds, as he so clearly wants. "I mean. I. I think I figured with the whole..."

He reaches up, and pinches his own ear piercing. It's not like they really tried to hide it, he doesn't think, but when you could defend yourself as well as the quartet could, then he didn't think it was really an issue. Being open.

Alan, however, actually waves that aside. "No. Not to do with that. It's other stuff."

Sam spits out an exasperated noise. "Like what, then?"

"They like to ride dangerously," Edgar says, voice low and really putting on the gruff edge now. "Really fast on the back roads, and they play hopscotch with big-rigs on the highway out of town sometimes."

"Someone said they caught them playing chicken on the railroad tracks with an actual train coming, once. They swear they had to have been hit," Alan adds.

Here it comes. The first big eye roll of the night. Edgar leans in close.

"...Some say they had their accidents years ago, and just forgot to stay dead."

And, there is it. Sam lets 'em roll.

Not that it has any great effect on the pair. Never does. If anything, skepticism seemed to encourage their efforts to convince the civilian plebeians of the town that the world of the night was ever-more populated with ever-more spooky beings.

"I mean, obviously it's bullshit," Alan states, clearly agreeing with Sam. "Ghosts are created from violent deaths yes, but they can't speak to humans."

...Or not agreeing quite as such. Fucking hell.

"Whatever," Sams says with a shake of his head. "Anything else? Are they also responsible for they guy who fell off the pier Grandpa mentioned, who also happened to be off his face drunk? Did they steal the First Street street sign? Should you feed them after midnight or should we be worried about revealing their true forms?"

Sam laughs a little at the last one. It's actually kinda funny, thinking of someone like Marko, small and a little bitey, going Gremlin on someone's ass. Complete with the white hair bit and sharp teeth, cackling laughter.

Edgar and Alan don't laugh.

Not that Sam really expected them to, but they don't even relax at seeing his nonchalant attitude. If anything, they look...more tense.

"...So, a couple years ago, there was this cop," Alan starts.

"No one liked him. He was the sort that gave you a ticket for going a single digit above the speed limit, and around here they don't last long because the home office doesn't like dealing with all the legal tape they end up making," Edgar grumbles.

"Well," Alan continues, "No one...really knows what happened, but you know how the...those guys, don't really have. You know. Plates? Or tags, or anything?"

"Yeah," Sam nods. He'd noticed, but it's not like he could comment. No one around here seemed to care.

"Apparently this cop cared. And they didn't like that."

...Oh no.

Something drops in Sam's stomach. Something real, since Freddy's rude remark.

"He went missing for three days, and they found him in his patrol car, really dazed and sick and insisting that he'd been driving home but couldn't seem to remember where all the right roads were, said they kept changing. He was also pretty beat up, so they figured it was a concussion that did it. He kept like. Flinching when people would touch him, it was fucking weird."

Sam's lips are thin. He doesn't feel so jokey now.

"How old was this guy?" he asks.

"Thirty-something, I think," Alan says, knowing what Sam was trying to insinuate.

"...And they think it was-?" Sam says, gesturing off to the crowds. The people of note somewhere out there, in them.

Edgar and Alan look at each other, and shrug. "It's just a rumor."

Sam look away from the pair again, out over the railing of the balcony. The shoreline was an endless black wall beyond, the stars and moon blotted out by the lights of the town.

In the distance, the sound of motors rose and fell with the acceleration of their riders.

Maybe he'd ask Mike if he wanted to stay in, tomorrow night.

#the lost boys #sam emerson #alan frog #edgar frog #drabbles

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theoccultz · 9 months

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Mystery Reading -july

Sarah Winchester house: haunted by evil spirits or misleading rumours?

{NOTE: This reading is not to scare or intimidate Anyone,its just a reading out of curiousity and to debunk the misconceptions surrounding it ,not to change the respectable history .

>Feel free to ask me questions or express your views regarding this reading ,if you want me to add any other questions then send me ask for it

>Psychic Reading }

Article :info about Sarah's Unique Home

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Ik this is not the best article but it perfectly sums up the ignorance*this is what she told me ,not my words but in my opinion its nice to hear the other side of the story that is also speculated .

Some of the things she mentioned in the reading are present in the article is what i noticed .

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Who was sarah ?

Sarah was a wealthy wise woman ,she was really respected in her community she was known for not speaking in others matters or spreading misinformation in her town most of the people in her family thought she didn't care in reality she actually didn't she was more invested in her own life .

How is sarah's energy?

Very secretive yet open to share her thoughts she feels very eager to talk to certain people she doesn't interact with people who's energy is low it drains her too, she's very intuitive and interesting.

Sarah has a lot to say abt how she was treated by others

Are the rumours that sarah was an insane woman true?

Yes she's saying to some extent like she was crazy abt herel wereabouts she loved doing artistic things ,she never appealed to social rules ,she wanted to make her name like her own legacy ,she didn't wanted to be remembered as someone's wife or someone who wears beautiful clothes rather she wanted to do something with the educational feild. Thats why she was labelled insane because she didn't confirmed to the social rules.

There's something abt children i'm picking up i wouldn't be surprised if childerens really loved her or she felt heartbroken by how childrrens viewed her in her town ,a lot of people was jealous of her its what she's telling me they used to purposefully bring her down on multiple occasions for different things yeah she felt really secluded . I feel like people used to mock her mostly im getting friends/foes someone really closee to her never supported her like since she was born she felt the weird one . she wanted to do something different with her life .

Was Sarah haunted by evil spirit?

No but she was influenced by some people i feel like she didn't coped healthily with her grief she used to be physically sick , i think she was paranoid *i said think because she was not sure if what she was experiencing was true or not *

Did sarah contacted the psychic?

Oh yes she did i feel like she was relieved almost as if she found a cure but something was still bothering her like she wanted answer for her grief * feel really sadhere *

Idk if she had some problem with her legs or her head *did she had tumour or something*

Did she took help of the spirits with the built of construction of her home?

Partially yes ,i feel like she wanted to live in her dream house like there's no one who should visit her because she was hurt she felt betrayed and empty i feel like she made this for a specific memory she had when she was little i dont think so she was haunted but she might have experienced paranormal activities every now and then she's telling me it was there ...

I feel like yes a devil like presence haunted her because that spirit claimed it was his land its almost like she was forced to follow his commands

The room she used to meditate in ,did she uaed that to communicate with spirits?

Yes she liked peace and quietness she was a very sensitive soul i feel like her voice is taurus like good for the ears low pitched ,mellow .she used to communicate with different kinds of spirits ,the one's thats residing,the one's that came with her ,the deceased one's, she used to see them in her vision or something.

Sarah is able to recognise the good energies and the sinister energies ,she feels like she was a medium she says the people who communicate with her she's able to know their backstory and why they are trying to connect with her almost as if she's connecting with their pain .If you do meditation then you can connect with her ,its what she used to do the most apart from her architectural activities.

She hates it when people visit her room where she used to talk to spirits .

Was she afraid ? *Rumours of her stopping construction would lead her to misfortune*

Hmm cant say yes or no at times she was intimidated by the theories she knew but somewhere in her heart she knew it wasn't true and didn't believed that for most part its like she used to write to express her concerns whether what she felt was true or not .she couldn't identify whats illusion or whats reality at times ,its possible she had mental health problems and was suffering fron desease which made her body weak day by day .

Was rumours about her believing that if she stopped something will happen ? True?

Its a big NO she hated it ,it was spread by people in her area, the people who believed she was wasting her Wealth orwas trying to surpass them... she even jokingly said that her designs was to keep them away from meeting her lmao .She feels they are quit stupid to be honest. People took advantage of her kindness.

Another scenario i got was she was prettiest of all the girls around her and someone liked her and wanted to be with her like marry her but she refused and was met with such rumours,i dont think so its a known thing tho some of her workers knew that it was purposefully being spread to mislead others out of bitterness like they were trying to make her submit to their demands *manipulation in short*

Did she liked to work with other architectures?

No in short she wanted things to be her way ,she felt restricted her story with spirits is not "that " intensely related to the house but with herself and what she used to do in her alone time

Did she treated her workers badly ?

No but she was demanding she wanted Perfection so that was the only problem.

Does sarah likes kids ?

Oh yes kids are a joy to her she doesn't like indisciplined kids tho she hates their presence i feel like she sees people as kids because she's old now lol so she's also able to recognise the inner child in you

*i didn't touched the subject of her lost child,it makes her extremely sad *

I feel like sarah had depression or anxiety she used to rely on her closed one's after they passed away ,she wanted to find her peace so she moved away to another state ,she wanted her dream to come true so she made the house in her memories ,she later found happiness in spirituality hence connecting with what she believed in more ,she used to counsell the spirits and talk with them ,the spirits are very protective of her , she's also very protective over her people ,sarah knew something insidious was in her house and she wanted that energy to be trapped in another area far from her ,it made her happy as well sick that she was addicted to do something for the spirits but thats where she felt accepted and that house is not just a physical placed she lived in ,its where she loved interacting with entities that reached out to her .

Very sweet woman if you ask me she's very nice and communicative she feels very secure and independent,i could feel she was oppressed and sad ,she valued family a lot ,she didn't wanted to discuss anything abt her father or her husband ,she is very fond of lightworkers ,sarah loved to write even though she didn't used to do it systematically,if you want her as your guide or deity then she can help you with your mind ,body and soul like she has the power to heal peoples inner child ,to make them more confident with their physical appeared and also to improve their message with the world .

This information i didn't wanted to share cause feel like she doesn't connect with a lot of people and has high expectations so yeah:

*she's a little bit pushy, selective and secretive with what she gives out*

Its the first time someone told me that she is also a deity to many people who loves her she's very supportive and doesn't feel let down easily, she is a medium in reality and didn't wanted her secret to be out . If you want to contact her then you must be patient,she has high power to make it work for you,she likes diligent people, she could help with your memtal state ,to connect with her you can write her , she's like a mother and sage archetype.

One more thing she's possessive of her home .

*The word insidious home and Sarah's home was very prominent in this reading and is likely a sensitive subject to her ,like a secret she doesn't want to share *

Does she like it when people praise her for her home or visit her land?

Oh she loves it ,but some people dont respect the boundaries .

Thanks for reading !!

#pick a card #tarotblr #pick a pile #spirituality #intuiative reading #psychic reading #vd #spiritual community #mystery reading

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sneakymystique · 8 months

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Practice Makes Perfect

Steel balls clicked rhythmically against each other, the staccato beat the only sound echoing through the darkened chamber in the heart of the Brotherhood's base. Pale moonlight glinted off the clicking spheres, the master of magnetism brooding in silence, his gaze upon the spheres but not really seeing them.

As he had grown older he had found that sleep had grown ever more elusive, a few hours snatched at a time, often interrupted by the urgent need to empty his bladder. Old age was creeping up on him ever faster and there was still so much he needed to do, the task of establishing mutants in their proper place still frustratingly out of reach even after decades of effort. The thought brought a flash of anger, the metal spheres crushed and tossed to the wall with the briefest of thoughts, his anger already ebbing as fast as it had come.

Enough of this, if he could not sleep he would at least do something productive. Raising himself out of his chair, ignoring the creaking of his protesting bones, he strode purposefully out of the office, following the well-trod path that led to the room housing his second in command. She required even less sleep than he and having taken the weekend away from Washington she might welcome the visit, even though strategy was on his mind and not other more...enjoyable activities.

He did not bother to knock, the metal door sliding open at his will, entering the perennially dark room preoccupied with his thoughts. "Mystique, the operation at..." He stopped dead.

The creature, he couldn't even begin to categorise what it was, loomed large in the centre of the room, chalk white, two of six rangy muscular limbs barbed with spikes giving the thing more than twice his height. Magneto took an involuntary step back as the two tentacles with flower-like toothy maws snapped around to face him, the creature's equally horrific bony pointed skull and jaws lined with viciously sharp teeth making him shudder inwardly, his gaze transfixed by the pulsing V of blood red flesh and green mucus where the creature's nose should be. That was where he would strike it, a metal spear clean through its foul...

"Yes Erik?" Mystique's multitoned voice emanated from the creature's mouth, it's blood red eyes flashing yellow as they met his. Although the dual tone of her voice made it hard to tell, he had known Mystique long enough that he could tell she was amused and he straightened himself instantly

"Very amusing." He remarked acidly, raising an eyebrow at the horrific mien his fellow mutant had chosen to assume and folding his arms calmly, eyeing the towering beast with a cold stare even as his heartbeat started to slow back down. "The operation at the power company is proceeding as scheduled?" He continued, determined not to give her the satisfaction of seeing just how rattled he had been.

"Of course." Her answer as succinct as ever, the shapeshifter never saying more when less would do, the Mystique-creature shifted it...her stance slightly, that foul nasal V vibrating with a truly disgusting noise as it...she took a breath and it was only then that the smell reached him, a truly awful stench that made him gag in his throat. Worse than a mound of corpses, worse than forgotten milk, worse than anything else he had ever smelled, he recoiled, trying to keep the contents of his stomach from travelling upward, even if the resulting mess would be an excellent punishment for her tricks.

"Would you not." He growled, irritated that she had decisively won this encounter, his eyes watering from the smell as he took another step away, hopefully out of range of that abominable reek. In response the huge creature started to fold in on itself, blue scales erupting all over its form as its limbs shrank inward, realigning here, melting away there, until his second in command stood before him in all her mutant perfection, eyeing him with that maddeningly hard to read blank look that told him she was likely enjoying this. "As I was saying, I think we might need to up our schedule, I am concerned that the X-Men know too much and for once I would rather be several steps ahead of Charles and prepare accordingly. How soon can the plan be executed without compromising its chance of success?" He had his own estimates, but having Mystique's opinion was always valuable, even if sometimes it was not what he wished to hear.

For a moment she was entirely still as she mulled over the plan, followed by a terse. "Two weeks, no less." Not what he had wanted to hear, but in line with his own estimates, drawing from him a reluctant nod. "Very well, let us proceed on that timeline." He was about to turn away when abruptly she began to move, the contrast to her previous total stillness drawing his gaze as she veritably slinked forward, patches of moonlight catching on bare skin, dappling on svelte curves and the sway of her breasts. "Is there something else you wanted Erik?" She veritably purred, the languid swing of her hips fixing his gaze even as his heart started to beat faster once more, excited by the enticement of her bare body.

"No that is all." That would be his victory. Turning on his heel he once again heard the familiar crackle and squelch of transforming flesh and bone, his shoulders tensing somewhat as he wondered if it was aimed at him, a shadow growing steadily behind him. Letting out an irritated huff, his pace remained steady and nor did he look back to see what fresh monstrosity had been conjured from her imagination. He had better things to do, or at least so he would tell himself as he tossed and turned for hours afterwards, thinking of bare blue skin.

Behind him Mystique watched him go. In her new form she did not currently have lips to smirk, otherwise the Cheshire cat would have a run for its money. It was his loss, but then Erik had always let pride get in the way of truly winning. Perhaps she would go to him later, but for now her time was hers.

Having spent so much time lately as an aging male, it felt good to push her body beyond the humanoid norm, forcing it into the most grotesque contortions and revelling in what she truly was; a being of change, fluid, quicksilver, unlimited by the anatomical rules of muscle and bone. Such shapes were difficult, painful even, but at night in the privacy of her quarters she was free to explore her abilities in whatever way she saw fit, testing, honing and refining her changes and pushing what was possible a little more with every shift.

After all, practice makes perfect.

This ficlet was inspired by a conversation with the lovely and very patient @stormxpadme and by this image by Ken Barthelmey. In comics canon Mystique has shifted into various horrific monsters, so I thought why not write that into movie-verse too? It's set not long after the events of X2.

#my writing #fanfic #ficlet #mystique #magneto #x-men #movies

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kakusu-shipping · 2 months

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mafia AU for koro-sensei👀

mafia AU: who is the ruthless leader? who is their loyal second in command? give one headcanon about you and your f/o’s relationship in this AU!

-@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

Tecnecally I think it'd be Yakuza sense we're in Japan... but also old school Mafia aesthetic my beloved <3

These designs were the most fun I've done thus far, ESPECIALLY Koro-Sensei. Maybe I should draw him in pants more often...

Koro-Sensei - The boss, currently the most wanted man in Japan. Recently though he lost someone very important to him and, in attempting to carry out her final wishes, is attempting to make amends. Now his gang is basically a non-profit. They clean up garbage off the streets, plant flowers in public gardens, help people carry their groceries home, play vigilante at night in areas with low police density, and are all and all upright citizens when you ignore all the crimes of the past. The scar over his eye is fake, he draws it on himself every morning.

Karma - Koro-Sensei's loyal right hand, was kicked out of junior high for picking fights and picked up by Koro-Sensei for his brilliant mind and ruthlessness. He swears he'll follow Koro-Sensei anywhere, and while he thinks this whole cleaning up the neighborhood is stupid and pointless, he'll keep that promise. He still itches to fight, and thus is usually on vigilante patrol. In junior high he never hit anyone who didn't already have it coming, and he is actually rather relieved to be living by those morals again. Koro-Sensei also signed Karma's legal documents to get him back into school, though now he's stuck in E-Class.

Emile - Runs a No Questions Clinic in the neighborhood Koro-Sensei's gang run around in, and is their main source of medical aid. He asks no questions and doesn't answer to cops, making him the perfect place for the mob to turn to when they need help. The only patient to ever pass in his hospital was Aguri, he still dwells on what he could have done better that might of saved her. Sense Koro-Sensei went clean he's had less patients, which he doesn't mind. Koro-Sensei still drops by to chat, and invites him out to local places to eat for fun often.

Nagisa - A student of class 3-E, he's also an amateur detective on the side. He'd been keeping track of the local Mafia for a while now sense suspecting his teacher, Aguri, of somehow having a connection to them. Sense she disappeared he's been hot on the case, along side her little sister, Akari, searching for answers. Karma purposefully avoids Nagisa's questions, and tells him to ask the Boss himself what happened. Koro-Sensei would answer Nagisa and Akari truthfully, but they just can't ever seem to catch him to ask.

Karasuma - Local Police, he's been working his ass off for YEARS now trying to catch Koro-Sensei to put him away for good, just for the bastard to suddenly scrub himself clean of Mafia activity and start acting all Good and Pure by using his wealth to clean up the neighborhood. Something shady is happening, Karasuma is sure of it, and he will not let it stand. He's constantly antagonizing Koro-Sensei, trying to find anything wrong in his actions to bring him in. It never works, and Koro-Sensei walks every time...

Aaaah I've never drawn Karma or Nagisa before so this was fun!!! Loyal Right hand didn't suit me, but Karma for sure follows Koro-Sensei around like a lovesick puppy <3

The original idea was to split the class between Mafia and Police, but they're just kids... They shouldn't be involved in such things... So the majority of them are just regular Class E students. Who's their teacher sense Aguri is still dead this AU? A handful of various Volunteers from Koro-Sensei's gang of course! Various assassins from canon who graciously give their time to teach Aguri's kids best they can. Koro-Sensei's just too busy to do so himself.

#Emile's Arts #Koro-Sensei #Thankyou for asking #Assassination Classroom #Proship Selfship #Just a FEW main tags this time kdgjkdjk #I feel soooooooooooo bad for Akari this AU not only is Aguri dead but she doesn't even know that!!!!#Drawing Koro-Sensei in a pinstripe suit and a lil fedora hat...... He's soooo handsome <3 #Also a Tommygun. For aesthetic.

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I JUST finished reading all your metas they're very helpful to remember naruto and their infamous badly written females (I think they're fine) because you showed that they are great but people purposefully ignore them. Your boruto metas are good too to catch up with it although I'm not interested. The best one is undoubtedly the jobs of each female and their growth. Sakura is just great! Definitely not the little weak kunoichi anymore! But can I ask if you would change anything from it? Just went through your blog and you're not at all content with the stuff they do. What would you change?

Thank you so much for reading. I really enjoy breaking down Naruto stuff related to hierarchy and world building, especially with their female characters.

And you're most definitely right: I'm not 100% happy with the direction of the characters and I think their abilities are not exploited the way they should be. They're not being pushed to their limits and they're not being challenged. I've already answered this question before so I'll repeat it in more detail. I'm gonna add more things because why not, I think it's interesting to explore world building when Boruto doesn't.

I will include Sakura Haruno/Uchiha, Hanabi Hyūga, Temari Nara, Shizune, Ino Yamanaka, Karui Akimichi, Hinata Uzumaki/Hyūga, Tenten and Tsunade.

The actual roles they complete for Konoha right now are compiled here. Also I will use examples from Konoha's Organization System here.

⇛ Sakura Uchiha:

Head of Konoha's Medical Department (hierarchy)

Director of Konoha Hospital (founder and supervisor of her Children's Therapy Centers in the 5 nations).

Doctor and in the forefront of research development of medical techniques and creation of medicines.

Mentor for future Konoha Hospital staff in any area.

Member of the Cryptanalysis Team and Analytical Department

Active jōnin.

In the Shinobi Union she'd become the Captain of the Medical and Logistic Support Division of the Shinobi Union.

- Wouldn't change a lot of stuff she already carries the entire Medical Department and its branches so it looks like she has a lot on her plate but it's because the department is big. She's just participates in every major branch of her department but her main role is to lead and heal. Still, being a pillar of the village means she participates in village decisions.

- Mainly the Head of the Medical Department would be simply hierarchical since it's just for Summits between the Daimyō, Hokage and advisors, Chief of ANBU and Jōnin Commander. It's nothing but a title in the hierarchy of the Fire Country because anything related to funds for medicine will be discussed with her.

- Otherwise, Konoha Hospital is the actual medical center of the village. She'd spend the day in her office taking command by leading medics and dispatching medical teams. Included as a medical branch and since she founded the clinics in other nations, even if they all have their own supervisors, Sakura would still oversee them since she's like the CEO. Yearly meetings with the other village's Medical Departments is how she keeps track of them.

- I can't have her directing the medical branch without being a doctor herself. Instead of ordinary patients, Sakura would work on the most difficult cases and challenge her skills and knowledge, and perform surgeries of the highest level.

- Although I enjoy her teaching genin at the hospital, I think Sakura should focus on teaching her own staff in the high-advanced medical skills and knowledge required to work in the hospital, so the training of future researchers and scientists. Teaching genin isn't really on her level, I think she's beyond telling kids how to control their chakra. This is a course she imparts once a year.

- Just like it was depicted in the manga and then continued in novels, Sakura would still be a member of the Cryptanalysis Team or the Analytical Department with Shikamaru and Shiho. This is occasionally.

- The Shinobi Union is the successor of the Allied Shinobi Forces in canon and it's something that gets brought up from time to time, so my idea was to make the jōnins (because they're military leaders) become the captains of one division in case of War and Sakura would succeed Shizune.

- The nature of Sakura's jōnin missions would be mainly to take down several enemies, hunting missing-nin and humanitarian or health emergencies in other countries with a group of tokubetsu jōnin.

⇛ Temari Nara:

Ambassador/Coordinator between Sunagakure and Konohagakure.

Commander of the Hokage Guard Platoon.

Chūnin Exams Jury in deciding who passes or not.

Active jōnin.

In the Shinobi Union she'd become the Captain of the Long-range Division.

- Overall Temari remains unchanged but I would use her skills in teams she has a lot of experience on and work from there.

- I know she's already an Ambassador but with the current technology that imitates hiden ninjutsu, senses automatically, performs telepathy, etc. Basically: Naruto and Gaara can speak through facetime it's a practice since the W4r and it's practiced even now in the story. My view is be that Temari would host Gaara in her home (like ch.700), guard him, advise both parties (Konoha and Suna) about matters, diplomatic affairs would be something she would handle, she would attend Gokage Summits. Basically, every single detail about both villages would go through her at all times.

- She has experience as Gaara's bodyguard, something she dedicated many of her shinobi years to. Since the Hokage Guard Platoon is something that has been rescued in novels, I don't think that anyone is better to lead bodyguards than her. Every time the Hokage leaves on a diplomatic mission, Temari goes with them.

- Rather than continue her labor as Chūnin Exams proctor, I think that she's more suited to be a judge signaling her seniority and experience in partaking in this competition. Alongside the Hokage and daimyō, Temari would be part of a table of judges who would choose who becomes a chūnin and who needs reexamination. They happen once or twice a year.

- Just like Sakura, a jōnin like Temari would lead that military division. Knowing she's among the best (if not the best) long-range user along with her experience and her natural leadership skills, she's the best candidate to succeed Gaara in the Fifth Division.

- She would be on missions all the time. The nature of her jōnin missions would be mainly to take down several enemies and missions involving the safety of Konoha like capturing and hunting missing-nin and espionage.

⇛ Hanabi Hyūga:

Head of the Hyūga Clan.

Leader/member of the Konoha Barrier Team.

Team 15 instructor.

Active jōnin.

In the Shinobi Union she'd become the Captain of the Close-range Division.

- I didn't change much compared to what's been shown so far, but I'd expand her roles so much more to actually challenge her innate skills.

- I had my doubts with adding Clan Head because it isn't really a job, they only represent the clan. Although one thing that makes them different is that the head is a member of the main branch so it's their responsibility to pass down techniques from the main branch. It's time Hiashi retires and Hanabi takes on the role she's been preparing for since she was very little.

- I also had my doubts about making her part of the Barrier Team and although I added it because I think it's a good idea, it'd fit better if the manga had chosen another path for this team but not with the way it's been presented. Hanabi has 360º and long range vision for sensing and the four random ninja with telepathy helmets can contact her if something happens plus she can anticipate more upcoming danger. However, I don't think a team that has been rebranded as automated with a database of chakra prints, chakra transmission devices to communicate and an obsolete Interception Team needs a leader (they just notify Sasuke and Naruto and they deal with enemies). They don't need someone to tell them what to do when they don't do anything but alert their leader of danger who will then ask if the new chakra is in the database and then contact the Hokage. First, they won't fight it themselves and second, wasting time to tell someone else who will ask questions the HQ has before their eyes is pointless. I personally don't see the point of having a spokesperson or members other than HQ, they waste time.

- I kept her genin team but to me Hanabi should be used as a ninja rather than instructor so she would spend most of her time going on missions. On one hand by leading a genin team she gains experience for her future role of passing down techniques within her clan, but the overall leadership skills come from becoming a chūnin so I have mixed feelings.

- Same as Sakura and Temari, Hanabi is a jōnin and a great close-range fighter so I don't see any other close-range better for this role than her to succeed Kitsuchi.

- The nature of her jōnin missions would be mainly taking down several enemies, a lot of surveillance with intel gathering and infiltration.

⇛ Shizune:

Hokage's coordinator/assistant.

Deputy Director of Konoha Hospital.

Doctor.

Teacher of medical ninjutsu for field medical-nin on regular teams.

Jōnin team leader of some medical teams that Sakura dispatches.

- Although overall she stays the same, I think Shizune is one of those misused characters that can shine with good writing.

- Kishimoto originally made her keep her job as the Hokage's assistant in ch.700 and Gaiden but Boruto somehow removed it, so I rescued it with a different approach. She'd be second to Shikamaru and her role would be more about paperwork in coordinating with the other Konoha departments.

- She's already depicted as second in command in Konoha Hospital apparently. Since Sakura has other responsibilities in her department or when she's on missions and doing other political stuff, Shizune is a great help and she'd be taking over Konoha Hospital when the Director is out.

- Shizune has always been second to Tsunade, even when Sakura surpassed both. Her responsibility is to contribute to Konoha's Medical Department as its senior and experienced doctor. She's a referent and model doctor in the hospital taking care of many cases.

- Instead of Sakura teaching genin, Shizune would teach first aid in the Ninja Academy and basic medical ninjutsu in Konoha Hospital for genin that want to become the healers of their team.

- I can't believe they'd waste a jōnin when Konoha only has a handful, so she'd still go on missions. The nature of her jōnin missions would be keeping her duties in medical teams for emergencies and diplomaticy.

⇛ Ino Yamanaka:

Florist of the Yamanaka flower shop.

Leader or member of the Analysis Unit.

Teacher of Ikebana in the Ninja Academy.

Active chūnin.

- The writing destroyed the Yamanaka Clan so I decided to rescue it and make Ino an actually useful ninja. The Barrier Team isn't measuring up to her because she doesn't stand out and her skills are already generic in a team with telepathy helmets and automatic sensing. Her sensing is really awful and limited to her close surroundings, that's why she takes advantage of birds for surveillance so I don't know why she wrote her leading a team when her sensing equals a machine it's completely pointless. Like I said earlier she's nothing more than a mediator and contacting her wastes a lot of time if the only thing she'll do is ask HQ questions and tell the Hokage or follow Shikamaru's orders. She can be more useful than responding to a machine.

- The flowershop stays of course and it's where she spends the days at so it's difficult to place her somewhere else. Her family helps her sometimes too.

- Her path was to become an interrogator like her father, even though she never trained or showed interest in it other than keeping Ino-Shika-Cho traditions, otherwise I don't know what she could do since missions with her teammates are out of the question with Shikamaru being the busiest man in the village. Her clan has only 2 members: Her and and Santa Yamanaka. The former is a jōnin probably set on other quests or killed in action we don't know. Leading or being a member of the Analysis Team (with Aoba Yamashiro who is her senpai in the job being the leader she can learn and take advice from) is the most logical outcome for her ninja career. Interrogating is only in cases where Ibiki is unsuccessful with his T&I methods.

- This is the most misused thing mentioned in the manga but teacher of Ikebana (flower arrangement) for little kunoichi like those kunoichi classes in the Academy suits her, she has great memories with Sakura there too. She has a history with flowers there's no one better.

- The nature of her chūnin missions would be mainly to gather intelligence with a team of her own.

⇛ Karui Akimichi:

Ambassador/Coordinator between Kirigakure and Konohagakure.

Member of the Hokage Guard Platoon.

Active chūnin or tokubetsu jōnin.

- Karui is the prime example of a wasted character. She's great and she can be written to contribute to Konoha following the writing in the og story. There's so much she can do.

- She presents the same problem as Temari being the Ambassador and it's technology. So instead the follow-up would be the same: host Darui in her home, guard him, advise both parties (Konoha and Kiri) about matters, diplomatic affairs would be something she would handle, she would attend Gokage Summits. Basically, every single detail about both villages would go through her at all times.

- Again, same as Temari. She has experience with Team Samui so she's perfect to be a member of the Hokage Guard Platoon.

- I was thinking about promoting her to tokubetsu jōnin because her kenjutsu and Raiton are so cool and she a specialist in those areas but I think chūnin is okay for a ninja of her calibre because she'd be going on a lot of missions. The nature of her chūnin missions would be mainly to take down several enemies, infiltration, patrol and guarding for other villages.

⇛ Tenten:

Owner of her weapon shop Ninja Tools Tententen.

Chūnin Exams proctor.

Teacher of bukijutsu in the Ninja Academy.

Active chūnin.

- For me Tenten and her shop presents the same problem as Ino but Tenten is alone to manage her shop so free time for other average jobs is limited. It could be written differently.

- Instead of managing her shop, Tenten would actually take orders of ninja equipment and have employees distribute to those areas. That would give her time to focus on other things. She founded her own business so she manages it according to her own schedule.

- She's already shown as a proctor of the second stage of the Chūnin Exams with Shino since exams are once or twice a year. Still keeps her role as supervisor in the control room.

- Being the best bukijutsu user in the world but not doing anything about it is criminal. She's a teacher of shurikenjutsu and ninja arts in the Ninja Academy.

- She'd go on missions regularly like Konoha Shinden. The nature of her chūnin missions would be infiltration.

⇛ Tsunade:

Member of the Konoha Council as advisor (hierarchy).

Sakura's advisor in Konoha Hospital.

Retired ninja.

- Tsunade has been forgotten and made obsolete like Kakashi so I will not allow it.

- I'm in favor of removing Homura and Koharu from the advisory job. The new elder and advisor in the hierarchy would be Tsunade with Kakashi as the previous Hokage and ninja with a lot of experience in building the current Konoha. She will always be there to mentor the Hokage in the managing of Konoha and policy/decision making and become an irreplaceable asset for the village.

- Her experience in the leadership of a village could be used in aiding Sakura in the Medical Department by informing her about medical development in other villages. Give Sakura her approval with some of her developments for the village's health system is one of the things she'd do most, more like as a second opinion.

- She'd be retired from ninja duty, instead letting the generation she raised take command. However, she'd be travelling the world and it wouldn't overlook any issue happening in her surroundings to tell her village as advisor.

⇛ Hinata Uzumaki:

Help Hanabi pass down the Hyūga techniques.

Retired ninja.

- I honestly don't see her participating in shinobi stuff because it's what she doesn't like and I see that she enjoys family life, being a mother, taking care of Himawari, etc. She was never a natural leader either and the rest of jobs are related to shinobi life.

- It's not really a job but maybe she could be Hanabi's assistant in passing down the Hyūga techniques or just assist Hanabi in general since she's busy.

#sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #temari #temari nara #hanabi hyuuga #hanabi hyuga #shizune #tsunade #tsunade senju #ino yamanaka #karui #karui akimichi #hinata uzumaki #tenten #naruto #inbox #boruto

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idril-la-wiccan · 1 year

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Out of the Abyss - Act 1 Part 6 - Lost to the Black Hole

- “And here we are ! Otherworld !”

As soon as PLUTO landed, the young woman he was carrying jumped off of his shoulders.

- “Thank you very much, sir.” she told him, “And once again, I must apologise for how I mistreated you earlier.”

- “You are all forgiven, madame. Consider it all forgotten. I wish for you that this misunderstanding with the children will soon be resolved. GWA HA HA HA HA !!”

And with that, he took off, leaving ABBI also wishing for that… “issue” to be taken care of as fast as possible.

Leaving that thought alone for now, she looked around the Campsite. Everything seemed as peaceful as it always was. The abandoned cars, the electrical towers, the junk and of course the houses of the local residents. Everything was here. Unchanged.

On top of the hill the Campsite was settled on, was none-other than the house of the young leader of the Space Pirates : CAPTAIN SPACEBOY. This was ABBI’s current destination. Thankfully, he should be home and not some distant places aboard his spaceship.

… Speaking of space… she noticed an anomaly in the sky… Somewhere high above the hill, in stark contrast with the stars, was a strange, misshapen black form.

ABBI was taken aback, to say the least. How had she not noticed it before when CAT showed her an overview of Headspace ? Was this not there yet ? Or was it then in a blind spot ? Nevertheless, this shapeless mass, likely to be one of the many rifts into Black Space, should not be here.

ABBI quickly got down from the station and headed to the top of the Campsite. One of the locals, who was making a few clams at the recycling machine, gave her a wary look. She ignored it, already guessing the reason for such a glare.

Once at the doorstep of SPACEBOY’s home, she knocked. A peephole in the door opened, the eyes of who she could only assume was one of the Captain’s crew mates looking through it.

- “Hello.” she started, “I-”

An audible gasp got out of the space pirate’s beak before they closed the peephole.

- “Hey ! No, no, no ! Wait !”

She knocked again.

No further answer.

She sighed.

- “Alright… Judging by your reaction, I can only conclude that you have met… other shadows before, am I wrong ?”

Silence…

- “... Listen. I do not know what has transpired between you and those shadows, but you must know this : I am not like them. I have no malevolent intentions, and in fact, those weeping shadows consider me an enemy. So far, they have done nothing but impede me, so needless to say, I do not bear them in my hearts !...”

ABBI could faintly hear whispers on the other side of the door… The space pirates seemed divided on what to do. While she couldn’t get a word of what was said, one voice distinguished itself from the rest. She guessed it must belong to the Captain himself. Some of the other voices got a little more frantic as they seemed to argue with him. But in the end, he had the final word.

The door finally opened.

- “Ah, thank you. I thought you- WOAH !”

ABBI put her hands up, startled by the sight of CAPTAIN SPACEBOY pointing his laser gun at her. He spoke :

- “I’ll need more than just eloquence to be convinced you are trustworthy. But I must admit… you are not like the others… And I know exactly how to determine if you can be trusted or not… You may enter. But be careful not to step out of line… Understood ?”

- “Crystal clear, Captain.”

He let her in, still holding her at gunpoint. The door was closed behind them.

- “Go straight forward.” he commanded, “Up the stairs.”

- “May I know where exactly you are taking me ?”

- “The Junkyard. You’ll see why once there.”

Escorted by a few of his crew, they continued down the Solar System Room, then out near the Junkyard. The Mercury Retrograde had been purposefully stationed in front of the regular path leading here, so that no one could get to the Junkyard without going through the space pirate’s house. ABBI didn’t like this…

But once they were in the Junkyard, she understood. Two crew members were already here, guarding some sort of laser cage. Inside was a weeping shadow, all sharp and spiky, severe burn marks covering it as it had thrown itself several times at the laser walls of the cage in an attempt to escape. It was still frantically shaking, but seemed to have given up on getting out.

The young lady had let her arms fall at the sight.

- “You… managed to capture one of them ?... I must say, this is impressive.”

- “Is it really ?” the captain questioned.

- “From what I know, when confronted with those, people either cower in fear or actively chase them down. You are the first I have seen keeping one alive and trapped.”

Some of the pirates shivered at her words. SPACEBOY let out a sigh.

- “Run away or kill, huh ?... No. Not after what happened… We… We couldn’t do either to him.”

- “... “Him” ?”

ABBI turned to the leader of the pirates. SPACEBOY looked… SAD.

- “Yes… “Him”... This shadow right here… is… a member of my crew.”

This was one of the space pirates ?! No way… But then, if he transformed in such a way, that could only mean-

- “Miss,” the young captain continued, “I beg of you… You who seem surprisingly lucid as a shadow yourself… what do you know about this ailment ?”

- “ “Ailment” ? Wait, you think-”

She looked again at the imprisoned shadow.

- “... Now I get it… You think this is an illness. That’s why you… captured your former crew mate… You believe he can be cured… Is it ?”

All of the pirates looked at each other, their expressions varying from worry to despair. One of them spoke up, tears forming in their eyes.

- “Are you saying… that it’s too late ? He can’t… he can’t turn back to normal ?...”

- “... I’m sorry… Your friend is gone…”

The pirate fell to their knees, eyes staring blankly at the ground as the pools of tears became rivers running down their face. One of their colleagues tried to comfort them. CAPTAIN SPACEBOY was containing himself as well as he could, he still had questions to ask. But it still was clear to anyone that the news made him feel DEPRESSED.

- “What about someone who’s been partially transformed ?”

As he said this, he nudged another member of his crew. Said member approached her, removing bandages on one of their arms. It looked all black and icky, like some sort of goo. The octopus examined it.

- “... I knew that the transformation isn’t instantaneous, but this is the first time I actually see the progression stopped dead in its tracks… I think I can safely say it won’t get any worse. In fact…”

As she touched the tainted arm, she could feel the influence of Black Space on it. And it was getting weaker and weaker.

- “It will be slow, but your arm should go back to normal eventually.”

- “Some of my comrades got it worse than me, missy…” said the pirate, concerned, “What about them ?”

- “As long as their transformation wasn’t complete like for this one,” as she pointed at the cage, “they should recover too.”

Relief washed through the minds of the space pirates despite all the pain that they still felt deep down. As for ABBI, she looked up at the sky, staring at the ominous dark mass over their heads. This time, she had a question for the captain.

- “You all went through that rift that appeared in the sky, didn’t you ? How long were you in there ?”

- “I-... I’m… not sure… I’d say… less than ten minutes ?...”

- “I see… That is about how long it takes for anyone to transform when in the world beyond that rift… I want to say you were lucky only one of you fell to this curse, but-”

- “No…”

SPACEBOY’s voice sounded… harsh, all of a sudden. He was staring at the ground, making his expression unreadable. His fists were clenched so hard they were shaking.

He. Was. FURIOUS.

- “IT WASN’T ONLY ONE !!!”

He ran away from the Junkyard, tears of both rage and despair pouring down, almost blinding him. Although his emotions were the things blinding him the most in the moment.

- “Captain, wait !”

She was about to run after him when the pirate she examined held her back.

- “Careful, missy… Our Captain isn’t always himself when angered…”

That, she already knew. She simply nodded and thanked them.

When she got out of the Junkyard, she witnessed SPACEBOY already let his anger out on random trash laying around.

- “FUCKING SHIT !!!”

ZAP ! ZAP ! ZAP !

Cans, glass bottles, cardboards and really any useless garbage that happend to be on the ground ended up being exploded and charred.

- “Captain ?”

ZAP !

Without thinking, the leader of the pirates had shot ABBI. It was only when he saw her collapse on the ground that he realised what he had done. Shocked, his weapon slipped from his grasp.

He felt utterly MISERABLE.

- “N- no… I-... I didn’t want to-...”

He kneeled next to her.

- “Miss ? Miss, please answer ! Can you hear me ?”

ABBI let out a groan. She slowly raised a hand and put it on her forehead that was currently throbbing with pain.

- “That… is the worst migraine I’ve had in my life… But I’ll live… Don’t worry…”

SPACEBOY was a bit taken aback by this answer. Regardless, he was relieved she wasn’t severely wounded.

But emotionally, he was still a wreck…

Had it not been for this incident, he would have continued to take his anger on the rubbish.

But now ? Now he no longer had the strength to get angry… Now, there was only misery.

He was unable to keep his strong leader persona steady.

He started to sob.

- “... If… If you-... say so… Miss… I-... I am… so… so sorry… I’m-”

He looked away from her. Shifting his kneeling position to a sitting one, he bent his legs, bringing the knees up. His arms wrapped around these and he hid his face in the crook they formed. His sobbing was the quietest, but the pain that caused it was no less intense.

The way he sat reminded ABBI of a certain boy…

She lifted her upper body up, then dragged herself closer to the young man. With no hesitation, she wrapped an arm around him, gently rubbing his shoulder in a comforting way, effectively hugging him. It appeared to soothe him a bit.

- “There, there… It’s ok… Let it all out…”

His breath was short due to his sobs and occasionally gasped for air. Despite that, he tried speaking :

- “I-... Ah- I’m… I can’t- Hic-...”

- “Take your time…”

A few minutes passed. His breathing was steadier, his tears less abundant, and thoughts reorganised in a way that would be easier to express. He did not feel any less MISERABLE however. But this was understandable.

- “I…” he started slowly, “I only realize it now… Not once did I ever ask for your name… May I ?...”

- “Of course. My name is ABBI.”

- “ “ABBI” ?... That’s a pretty name.”

For the first time ever since they met, he had a smile. It was small, but it was a smile nonetheless. She smiled back.

- “Thank you. What about you ? Is… “SPACEBOY” still your name ?”

At that, he let out a little laugh. It had a hint of bitterness.

- "I won't be caught changing my name on a whim ever again..."

- “I see… My apologies if I brought up a sensitive topic…”

- “... It’s alright.”

A short silence… ABBI resumed the conversation :

- “So… Tell me. What happened in Black Space ?”

- “... “Black Space” ?... Ah. The dimension beyond that black hole ?... Well… The thing is…”

His voice was becoming shaky again as more tears rolled down his cheeks.

- “My father went in there… And… not just him… He had an entire crew with him… I-... And if what you said about this… “curse”... as you called it, is true… that it takes ten minutes or less for it to consume you… then as we speak… there must be… no survivors…”

He took a deep breath.

- “I remember arguing with him not to go explore that spatio-temporal hole that came out of nowhere ! That he was too old for risky adventures like this ! That’s why he retired in the first place ! But noooooooooooo, the great PINKBEARD simply had to go ! How was he supposed to show the ropes to his apprentice if he didn’t do things like in the good old days, huh ?... But now… him… and everyone else on his ship… reduced to shadows of their former selves…”

- “But… tell me. What led you and your crew to go ? I take it you only went after they did, correct ?”

- “Well… since I disagreed with him, he made a compromise with me. He decided that we would keep contact via radio for as long as they were in there. He even admitted this would probably make things safer… And at one point, we completely lost the signal. With no other options left, I decided we should follow suit into the black hole… And-”

He stopped in his narrative. Thinking back about how things went down made him realise something crucial.

- “And my crew immediately complained about… feeling… off… I remember dismissing it as… I don’t know, fear ? Because… I never felt anything strange when in that “Black Space”… Least of all, feeling anything strange within me. It really only was when my crew showed me the black spots appearing on them that I turned the ship around… Too bad I wasn’t fast enough to save them all…”

He looked at his hand. Eventually, he removed his glove and even rolled up his sleeve to make sure he really did not have any black spots himself.

- “How do you explain that I felt nothing ? That I seemingly did not suffer from that curse ? Am I… resistant to it ?”

- “Let me see…”

Unlike the pirate whose arm was all blackened, ABBI did not feel a single ounce of Black Space’s presence in CAPTAIN SPACEBOY. Not even a residue of any energy that could have already died out. Was this the reason him and the three other actors SAINT LILIUM had talked about could help her in her mission ? That they were impervious to the noxious effects Black Space had on denizens of Headspace ?

- “I can’t explain why… but you seem immune to Black Space’s curse.”

- “... Immune, you say…”

This. This made the gears in his mind go wild. All of the sudden, he exclaimed :

- “Miss ABBI ! If I am immune, then I must hold this immunity from somewhere, don’t I ?”

- “Well… Yes, this makes sense-”

- “What if I hold it from my father ? That would mean he could very well still be alive !”

- “Well- um… Perhaps ?”

- “I know I must sound insane, but if it is true… Well, if no one checks out and he is indeed alive, then the shadows themselves will be the end of him. I must go look for him ! At least to make absolutely sure of his whereabouts !”

- “... I suppose you are right, Captain.”

- “Great ! Now.”

He held her hands.

- “Will you please accompany me in my search ? I can’t risk the lives of my crew members and… you yourself are from that world, aren’t you ? You look like these shadows, but you are not like them at all. And your knowledge of that place would prove more than useful. If I go alone, I’ll just get lost, I need a guide ! Please !”

- “I’m… not really from Black Space, but I have no reason to refuse to help you. And despite everything, I do believe I know the place like the back of my hand. You can count on me, CAPTAIN SPACEBOY.

His face beamed with HAPPINESS.

- “I cannot thank you enough for this !”

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Sorry for that unexpected hiatus, life got in the way lol.

Updates might be a little slow, but there shouldn't be any wait bigger than last time. Not until I finish Act 1, that is.

#omori #omori abbi #omori pluto #omori spaceboy #captain spaceboy #omori au #out of the abyss au #out of the abyss abbi #Act 1 #post omori route #post hikikomori route #omori spoilers #Spaceboy has a free swear pass from me. =)#Also I hope you like the art-style change.#If not don't worry it's only temporary #my art

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little-moon-butterflies · 7 months

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͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏⠀𝒄𝒐𝒔 𝒊 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒊'𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

basic information: name: miumiu nicknames: miu, mi, delumiu, little moon (suguru only) age: 2006 → 17 // suguru/satoru/nanami ⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏25 // toji 2017 → 28 2018 → 29 birthday: - zodiac sign: - chinese zodiac: - gender: female height: 5’3” sexuality: bisexual nationally: british

occupation: 2006 → college student // suguru/satoru/nanami ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀bakery worker // toji 2017: 3d artist 2018: ??? place of residence: 2006: parents home in north england - suguru/satoru/nanami // apartment in ibaraki - toji 2017: apartment in south england 2018: japan

physical description: (TW self harm scar mention) standing at a whole 5’2.99999999” miumiu is a short gal with a lot of love. she’s chunky in the best way possible, thick thighs, pudgy tummy and big boobies. her hair is blonde and naturally wavy but she curls it into better and more prominent curls, also isn’t a natural blonde. her hair is shoulder length with bangs and she cuts it herself so it’s very jagged but it adds to her personality. eyes are brown and usually surrounded by eyeliner.her nails are usually painted and sometimes sports acrylic nails in the form of claws but complains the entire time. no tattoos. septum piercing and stretched ears to 10mm. self harm scars on her wrists that are very faint. clothing description: usual outfit is a black vest shirt tucked into blue jeans, flannel shirt unbuttoned and oversized, typically green and a pair of classic, black doc martens. the cuffs of her jeans are folded up to show off her boots.other outfits are very similar grunge fashions. wears the old denim jacket suguru owned and gave her as a gift since he doesn’t wear it anymore but it’s sentimental to him. it has a couple of cute patches like pokémon and a band she’s never heard of. casual wear usually consists of a pair of pyjama shorts and a big shirt — typically suguru’s.

character information: personality: bubbly, very friendly and enjoys talking to people. tries to make the best out of all situations. also pretty oblivious and chooses to ignore certain things if she doesn’t like it (i.e. his killing of people). very caring and loves to help where she can, can usually get what she wants whenever she wants and knows how to play her cards right. definitely uses her bubbly charm and plays dumb to her advantage.

fear(s): the dark, gross insects, thunder and lightning, being alone. likes: cigarettes, ice cream, karaoke, myspace, emo music, rain, coffee, horror movies, halloween, reality tv, fried mars bars, cats dislikes: cooking, people being nasty, wasabi, the sun, being controlled, kids habits: smokes, drinks way too much, picks fights sometimes for the fun of it, has to have 3 different drinks at one time, collects too much and is an organised hoarder. hobbies and interests: gaming, anything cute, japanese culture, karaoke, coding myspace layouts flaw(s): picks fights and plays the victim, pouts like a child when she doesn’t get her way, refuses to learn japanese as much as she could, purposefully oblivious talent(s): free code html, makes 3d game environments, has an eye for details, can cry on command

character background: trivia: ↳ face times suguru everyday to make sure she cooks herself dinner and doesn’t skip or order. ↳ loves mimiko and nanako — won’t let them call her mom or anything similar, her name is just fine ↳ still talks and is good friends with gojo even when dating geto ↳ grew up in a well off family ↳ she's most at peace when toji has her in a headlock - it actually eases and relaxes her ↳ theme song: boys - charli xcx ↳ music taste: most things but especially 2000’s emo rock ↳ favourite band/ musician: bring me the horizon ↳ favourite song: pls set me on fire - enter shikari ↳ favourite movie: halloween (1978) ↳ favourite colour: green ↳ favourite flower/plant: crocuses ↳ favourite food: fish and chips or the katsu that suguru makes ↳ favourite drink: anything sweet but her go to is vodka soda ↳ favourite dessert: melon pan

how they grew up MiuMiu grew up pretty privileged to say the least. Didn’t have to struggle for money or opportunities, lived with both her parents and has a little sister she doesn’t much get along with. Always the golden child that explored and experimented with her parents, everything was put on her shoulders to be the mature one, the therapist when her parents weren’t getting along, the disappointment if she made any mistakes no one saw coming.

A bright star growing up, she always excelled in most things she did or at least always put in the maximum amount of effort to everything. Was never bullied nor was she the most popular kid — more accurately the dorky one that was happy to help everyone else and the others couldn’t help but like. She was always invited to the birthday parties roller skating and gave away her pieces of cake or eat the parts of cakes the other kids didn’t like (she’s a whore for the marzipan).

Nothing special or traumatic necessarily happened as she grew up, other than her parents' view of her needing to set an example and be the best at everything she does.

teenage years/before japan MiuMiu was a tough teenager to handle. She grew to resent her parents — or at least began to — for their different treatment of her and her younger sister. They would punish her *hard* for any and all mistakes, no matter big or small. Everything she did or said needed to be perfect; exam results needed to be the best in her entire year (of literally 100 people), MiuMiu’s friends perfectly curated, appearance preened to fit the perfect little box they put her in.

The rebel phase shone through these years. Going the opposite end of what her parents wanted her to do, to look like, to act. She listened to heavy music rather than the chart music they enjoyed (though she wouldn’t admit she enjoyed both), dressed in dark and edgy clothing than what was in trend at the time, stopped putting as much effort into school but still did well. Whenever her parents came into her room, there were always complaints of the mess or torn band posters hung on her wall.

Truly acting out, she was happy with herself and living her life how she wanted with the music and clothes she enjoyed; it wasn’t just a ‘fuck you’ to her parents, but it definitely helped.

The constant back and forth fighting and rebelling didn’t help as they punished her with grounding, isolation and verbal abuse. Struggling to control her emotions or communicate with anyone as she didn’t have close friends still — just that girl who doesn’t belong with any friend group but no one hates her.

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#miumiu 🥝

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thiefbird · 1 year

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IT’S FRIDAY!!! Welcome to DWC! Let’s see ❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜ from the hit 'em where it hurts sentence starters - for any two characters you deem most appropriate. :) Happy writing.

Whoooo filling a very old prompt is such a good feeling! I've never written Loghain before, so con-crit is especially welcomed!

Preslash Killian Amell and Loghain Mac Tir, immediately following the slaying of the Archdemon!

@dadrunkwriting

It was done. The Archdemon was dead; the darkspawn were already dispersing. The young mage had managed to strike a killing blow.

And Loghain was alive.

When Warden Riordan had explained the final sacrifice a Warden must make, he had been convinced that, somehow, Amell had already known. That the reason for his own recruitment had been to deal that final, deadly blow. He had accepted his fate in that moment. Welcomed it, even - to die to save his country, the whole of Thedas, was an honor he had not expected. His daughter would mourn him, though few others would, but she would mourn a hero, not a traitor. It was a kinder fate than he deserved, a kinder fate than he had thought awaited him.

But no. Amell had insisted he must strike the blow himself, had tried in vain to get Riordan to stand down and not even attempt it first. Loghain hadn't thought the man suicidal, but there was no other explanation.

It was a pity; he was a powerful mage, and a better strategist. The Wardens were better for his leadership, and now they would have to reac out to Weisshaupt. Likely accept an envoy from Orlais.

Maker take him, why couldn't he have let him fight the dragon?

Amell's companions were all looking to him, now, as were the leaders of his allies - dwarves, elves, mages. Even the armies of Redcliffe. All awaiting his orders, as the final Warde standing. He was the commander of the armies of Fereldan. He should be able to give orders. He should not be stood frozen, staring at the spot where th Archdemon fell.

Eventually, he managed to force himself into action, as was his duty. He rallied Amell's mourning companions, and mobilized surviving troops to clear out what remained of the hoarde. He purposefully ignored the tightening in his chest as the assassin and bard clung together, holding each other against sobs. He had no right to mourn alongside them. If he'd had his way, the boy would have been dead a year prior.

Orders given, Loghain took it upon himself to retrieve Amell's body. It was his duty. The golem and the Qunari accompanied him, to assisting shifting the piles of rubble formed by the Archdemon's death throes. As they approached its corpse, he noted distantly the need to harvest it for scales and bone; they could outfit nearly an entire platoon in weapons and armor from it.

He caught a shard of Warde blues under the creature's massive wing and pushed ahead. He wrestled the appendage free and lifted it with surprising ease, the joints still lax enough tat he could fold it.

Andraste's breath, he looked... so young. He was so young, younger than he and Maric were, when Maric claimed the throne. And yet he'd ended the Blight in barely a year, when veteran Wardens had taken near twelve.

Lying there in the dirt, he looked remarkably unshattered, pale and fragile, but almost asleep instead of dead.

The golem took hold of the wing, and Loghain knelt in the dust, made tacky with spilt vlood, and lifted the young man easily into his arms before standing. He was still warm; over a hour later, he'd have expected him to be cold and stiff.

Stars, the boy was breathing. "Golem! By the - fetch the healer! The Warden lives!"

The next hours was a blur of relief and rejoicing as the spirit healer - Wynne, he remembered as the urgency passed - worked her magics. Amell's companions huddled close around the tent, eagerly awaiting news, and Loghain stood near, unwilling to intrude on their celebration but equally loathe to leave. Finally, Wynne emerged from the tent, exhausted and drained but triumphant.

"He is awake, as much as I would like to insist otherwise. Do not overwhelm him." This last part was directed at the bard and the Crow specifically.

Another hour or more passed, and Loghain remained tethered to the tent, never moving more than a dozen or so paces from it as he directed rescue and recon efforts. Eventually, the Qunari approached him. "The mage asks for you," he stated firmly, apparently not particularly enthused by this, though Loghain had frankly yet to see the man enthused about anything.

He nodded. "I shall attend to him immediately. Thank you, serah."

He took a moment to finish dispensing orders before turning back to the hospital tent. He ducked his head to enter, and blinked for a moment in the gloom. Amell was propped upright by an unlikely pile of pillows, as pale and wan as he'd looked lying in the dust beneath the Archdemon.

"Commander Mac Tir," he managed before coughing, his voice weak and dry. "Thank you."

"Maker take me..." Loghain muttered. He'd bee the one to find him alive, and even he could hardly believe the young man still breathed.

Amell cracked a tired grin. "He tried to take me, at the very least."

Loghain dropped heavily into a chair placed by the head of the bed, head in his hands. "You were dead, boy. I saw you die," he whispered.

"I'm sorry..." Amell reached a shaking, bandaged hand towards him. "I did not know if it could work. I couldn't get anyone's hopes up without reason."

"Is the Archdemon truly slain? Riordan insisted there was no other way." He lifted his head and took Amell's hand in his, in hopes of convincing himself of his life. Amell squeezed it for a brief moment, though even that little effort seemed to drain him.

"It is, though I am sworn to secrecy on the specifics. The Blight is ended, with as few lives lost as could be managed." His blood-redeyes, that had so disturbed Loghain once, fluttered shut.

"Then I shall not press. The Maker has shone on us this day; I will not question His gifts."

Amell chuckled hoarsely, some joke Loghan was not in on. "He works His gifts in mysterious ways," he mumbled cryptically, half to himself.

Loghain waited a few moments, in case the mage had anything else to say. "I will let you rest, serah," he said eventually, uncertain Amell was still awake. "There is much to be done, and I doubt my new son-in-law is up to the task of arranging it."

He made to stand, but froze as Amell grasped almost frantically at his wrist.

"Stay. Please." At Loghain's confused look, he flushed slightly, looking away. "You won't be able to, yet, but Wardens can sense the Taint. In darkspawn, and in our fellow Wardens." He paused to cough. "Helps with the nightmares; Alistair and I shared a tent for it. Just...stay."

Loghain relaxed back into the chair, flattered and flustered in equal measure. "Of course, serah. As long as you wish of me."

#dadwc #dragon age drunk writing circle #loghain mac tir #killian amell #i think this might be the longest thing I've ever written for dadwc lmao #warden x loghain #thiefbird writes

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ask-sad-ghost-piett · 1 year

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Posthumous Admiral's Log - Entry 43

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Today, I failed my significant other on his birthday, which means that I have posthumously brought shame upon myself and have potentially marred my romantic prospects.

Traditionally, if you are in the Imperial command, and you wish to make your partner feel special on their birthday, you blow up a Rebel ship to honor your relationship. I would have loved to do this for Max, but it is difficult to blow up a Rebel ship as a ghost. So, I thought that I was exempt from the requirement and got him a Denonian chocolate cake instead.

However, upon presenting him with the gift, I faced ridicule from the rest of the command as to why I had not destroyed a Rebel ship. Apparently, I was meant to descend to the living world as an angry spirit and convince a medium to destroy the ship on my behalf. I was not aware of this fact and have endured extensive derision due to my ignorance.

Max said he liked the cake and that he didn’t mind. He said we blew up many Rebel ships together in life, and we could surely do so during our next date. I think he is simply trying to spare my feelings.

In the wake of this most recent failure, my fellow officers saw fit to bring my other failures to light. I’ve heard people gossiping about the Millennium Falcon again and how I crashed the Executor into the second Death Star. I am sick of being ridiculed for these incidents.

Needa told me not to be too hard on myself.

“I’m sure Max knows that if you could destroy the Millennium Falcon or any other Rebel vessel for him you would,” he told me. “It’s the thought that counts.”

Normally, I disregard most of Needa’s comforting words as useless optimism. However, I have been reflecting on these words a great deal. In doing so, I believe I may have found the solution to my eternal misery.

From what I know, the Millennium Falcon is still in the land of the living, currently in the possession of the next generation of Rebels. If I could descend to that realm as a ghost and destroy the Falcon in honor of Max, I would redeem myself from both the birthday failure and my living failures.

I do not yet know how I will destroy the Millennium Falcon. I have inadvertently started a fire a few times upon visiting my mother over séance. Theoretically, if I could spark such flames purposefully, I could burn the Falcon.

There is the slight issue that I would require someone to summon me to the living realm. I may have to rely on my mother’s séance once more. She’s bound to be very upset with me for ignoring her calls, but I believe she will be assuaged upon hearing my plans to destroy an iconic Rebel vessel.

I am still finalizing the details of this plan, but at the moment, the key phases are as follows:

Phase I: Appear in the land of the living via séance.

Phase II: Travel to the Rebel Scum Base.

Phase III: Set fire to the Millennium Falcon and terrify the Rebel Scum in the process.

Phase IV: Ascend back to the afterlife where I will inform Max of what I have done for him. Everyone who has ever mocked me will apologize and respect me. I will also inform Lord Vader of my deeds, and he will promote me to Grand Admiral. Thus, I will also finally fulfill my mother’s expectations. Max will likely be very proud of me for this accomplishment, perhaps to the extent that he will propose in which case I will of course accept the proposal and we will then kriff for hours in an abandoned AT-AT as a preview to the honeymoon.

Obviously, I haven’t discussed any of this with Max. That would ruin the surprise, and while this will be a belated birthday gift, I would like him to be surprised.

-Admiral Piett

#posthumous log #admiral piett #veers x piett #captain needa #general veers #because julian glover's birthday was on the 27th #piett's AT-AT fantasies

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justicefanged · 1 year

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💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

probably a lot

Linus doesn't really have a concept of personal space! I think, growing up how he did, he's just incredibly used to muscling in on a conversation or throwing his weight around. He's also just...a very physical, tactile person! He pokes and shoves, and pats and just-- he speaks a lot through touch (and through talking but we'll get to that). This absolutely comes from primarily being raised by his father and brother; it was more of a physical guiding hand upbringing than just like...a guiding hand, if that makes sense? So he can inadvertently or purposefully push somebody's boundaries very easily, stranger or not.

Linus is also obnoxiously overconfident, and he will challenge most people any chance he gets in some way or another. He doesn't give out respect easily, though it's pretty simple to actually earn it from him. But he has a Top Dog style of mentality; if he's not dominating in some way, making sure people are toeing the line, it feels like there isn't a clear chain of command to him -- which is problematic in a more casual setting.

He has a habit of "listening" and then either not actually listening to what he was being told, or full out ignoring what was said to do his own thing. We see this on display in game, where he chooses to engage with the Lycians as soon as Lloyd leaves, despite Lloyd literally telling him not to and having Igor try to stop him on that basis alone. Linus has a wildly ridiculous amount of respect for his brother, but even that isn't enough to get him to sit still when he really, really wants to do something!

He has a hair trigger on his temper. I cannot begin to express how much of an issue this is. It isn't just that things can happen when engaging with another person or event, he can just be very angry for no discernable reason. And when I say very angry, I mean angry. I would have to do way more research than I already have to fully gauge if this is accurate or not, but the closest I can pinpoint it to is IED (intermittent explosive disorder). Anger is his go to reaction more often than not, it's a sword and shield all rolled into one. If someone can't handle him when he's being volatile, he feels justified in the relationship not working out. Likewise, in regards to family and close friends, he regrets his words or actions once he's come down from the spike.

I think we particularly get to see this in his conversation with Nino at Cog of Destiny. While there is the obvious trigger for his rage -- Lloyd's death -- the fact that he's willing to kill his sister (as well as a formerly close friend, Legault) out of pure anger that she's with the Lycians is wild. He knows Nino, knows that she couldn't have had anything directly to do with Lloyd's death, and she's literally trying to talk him down to the correct path -- but it doesn't work. He's completely out of control, completely irrational, and his grief is so tied up in his anger that he would do something unforgivable without so much as stopping to consider the validity of his actions or the potential fallout.

#[ answered ask ]#[i am definitely not an expert & i've only read so much about this sort of thing]#[but this is as close as i can get as far as explaining my thought process in regards to Linus' rages]#[the Mad Dog title didn't come from nowhere after all]#[& while i think there's the obvious combat relation as to why he got that name i also think there's more tangled up in it]#[cause like white wolf is one thing you get an obvious air of power & cooperation with that]#[but mad dog/rabid hound has less of a positive connotation to go with it even if you factor in the overall combat relation]

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antiplanets · 1 year

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LORE / HEADCANON DUMP

*this is all pretty canon compliant + taken from all of his different sources but mostly focused on the platinum gameverse.

PERSONAL cw : referenced child neglect

— ✦ cyrus akagi is legally considered dead. he disappeared for several years with no word to anyone after the events at mt. coronet, thus it was assumed he died in the distortion world. obviously, some people knew where he was but he didn't come back so it was a missing persons case that's time expired. his assets were distributed among his commanders.

— ✦ it's essentially canon but he suffered from very bad parental neglect, to put it gently. he was a very smart child, but very, very isolated. he was very lonely &&. found it hard to connect with other people his age. this is directly correlated with his warped worldview (that emotions are the root of evil, and it would be best if we simply don't have them) as he was taught showing emotions would only lead to abandonment &&. being ignored through the actions of his parents. he developed the I Have To Remake The World To Save Everyone From Themselves part of the thought process later when he learned more on sinnoh creationism.

— ✦ cyrus cut ties with his parents && left sunyshore as soon as he possibly could. he has had no contact with his family since.

— ✦ his first pokémon was sneasel. she is one of the only pokémon cyrus has that isn't caught in a master ball; he didn't have the technology available at the time.

— ✦ post-distortion world he now has a rotom and a cleffa (i am likely going to talk about his pokémon &&. rotom another time, this is already a long ass post).

— ✦ i write cyrus as a trans man because i'm trans &&. i project /lh this doesn't really have much to do with his characterization, but i do enjoy the idea of him becoming fixated on space at a young age &&. purposefully naming himself after the sun.

— ✦ he has (ALMOST, i genuinely think all of the galactic commanders are college drop outs) finished degrees in both engineering &&. astrophysics. his original goal was to become an aerospace engineer, but he became hyperfixated on sinnoh creation mythology &&. in turn, the physical, literal remaking of the world rather than just space exploration as a means to his ends sometime along the way.

— ✦ he maintains a connection with giratina, though it's not a relationship he has any control or say in. i think it took some kind of a liking to him — it definitely could have just killed him at spear pillar instead of taking him to the distortion world to hang out — and sees him as just a silly little guy instead of someone on the verge of ending the world. i like to think it jumpscares him in reflective surfaces on occasion.

TEAM GALACTIC cw : cults, doomsday references

— ✦ team galactic was an energy company, originally, founded by cyrus at age 22. their main goal was making advancements in energy tech, specifically in regards to aerospace.* the original name of the company was galactic energy technologies (in his research on creation myths, i'm sure he stumbled across mentions of a certain galaxy expedition team and their interactions with dialga and palkia. i think he took the name from them and just tweaked it a bit). the business was obviously successful, enough to have multiple buildings &&. research facilities across the region. *as an aside, i'm not a tech or science guy, really, so if i sound stupid talking about stuff in that realm it's because i Am stupid about it.

— ✦ this was sort of the reason they were able to be pretty out in the open with their plans, even with their Overt crimes. being able to transport live bombs was easily disguised as transporting harmless tech like they'd been doing for years; most people didn't think twice about the galactic hq in eterna city because to them it was just the people they paid their electric bill to, not some weird doomsday cult.

— ✦ team galactic in the state cyrus left it before he disappeared was Very cult-y. there's the overtly religious overtones of cyrus' plans — remake the world with the current gods that exist to become god in the next. but it's also the only way he could have gotten people to follow him. he isn't charismatic in personal relationships / friendships but he is appealing as a leader / authority figure. it also let him be vague enough in his plans that people would still follow him and he wouldn't have to really tell anyone what the fuck was going on.

— ✦ his current plans are mostly obscure. the end goal is still the same, but for the short term he's trying to get acclimated to the real world &&. real people again.

tl;dr he's an (ex-?)cult leader everyone thought died but is like sort of okay now. yippee

#long post /#cults /#ask to tag.#human after all * ⟢ [headcanons.]#this is literally just canon lore except he's a college drop out #and also avoided being charged with his heinous crimes bc he's sort of dead kind of

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"Why should I trust you? What do you know of what I've been through?"

The darkness flickered, she saw fire, heard their screams. The scene unfolded around them, a city burned around them.

Apollion stood on the street, calm as the destruction reigned around him.

He looked behind, as if waiting for something. Bryce turned to see a female leading a charge. Shadows bellowed from her, they brought darkness to the summer day. The temperatures plunged, the sea froze around them.

The female was beautiful, dressed in black armor, gold winked at her shoulder pads.

"Sive came with her armies and soldiers, tore my home apart for an misunderstanding."

Bryce turned from the oncoming female, the name meant something. Right now she couldn't place it.

The scene melted away, reforming into a throne room.

Sive pointed a bloody sword at Apollion, teeth barred. Bryce swore she saw iron flash on those teeth for a moment.

But that couldn't be true, Prythian in this time had loathed Changelings, they would have never followed a Changeling Queen - right?

"My sister's family was in tatters Apollion! The children torn apart like ragdolls! Your mate gave her that mirror. I demand her head or Summer will burn."

Apollion leaned back in his throat, Bryce couldn't see this mate. She was purposefully obsurced but she could feel her. The power at Apollion's side, the radiance and rolling flame of it.

"Haven't you already done that Sive? Isn't this the war you wished to stop all those years ago?"

"Priorities change. Give me Cassandra's head."

The wind howled, the cold burning her lungs. The scene changed again, a wall shimmered before him, Apollion was being pulled away. His body blood, his hands bloody stumps, it looked like he'd clawed at it.

"She is gone brother, please -"

Apollion turned on Aidas, nearly bitting his head off.

"She will be avenged then."

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The darkness returned, her room reforming around her. She was distantly aware of Hunt close by. Apollion watched her, blue eyes crackling with lightning, a raging storm.

"They have my mate, bring her to me."

Bryce swallowed, her tongue heavy. The loss, 700 years of it. What did that do to a person?

"And you know this how? Why can't she get herself out?"

Apollion's eyes flashed, the room shook.

"Because they broke her mind, Sive took tools to her body breaking it. She took her magic to her mind and tore me out, every memory - my very name. It took me centuries to worm my spies back in. She doesn't remember me and she isn't safe there. If Eosphorous learns who she is -"

"She'll be made into a weapon."

Hunt swallowed, hating that he had spoken at all. Apollion nodded, his jaw clenched and he began to dissolve. His eyes focused on Bryce.

"Find her, bring her to me - that is what you've been training for. Save my mate Bryce."

Silence filled the air around them as her eyes fixed upon the space where Apollion had once been, the males words hung heavy in the air as if some forbidding message she could not entire ignore. He said it was what she had been training for, it was his command - as if he controlled and owned her. Her hand tightened at her side, the inner rage boiled at the idea she was being sent like a dog after his mate.

What she had seen though…She understood the drive behind it, she understood the pain of what he must have been feeling as the only thing he had wanted had been torn away. Seeing the terrible state he had been when he had been dragged away, seeing the weight of everything that must had been pressing down upon him.

Bryce looked towards Hunt. “Thoughts?”

#Muse | Bryce

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