#shes completely serious about this threat and can and will carry through with it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dana-chan-the-control-brain · 3 months

Text

The final surviving Team of the Emerald Nuzlocke Disaster!

We are finally here. We took five attempts but we're finally at the E4.

We have:

Pepper the Relaxed Blaziken. Has helped in key fights like the Norman Fight when they were a combusken. The final starter of the fifth attempt. He's carrying the failure of past Runs on his back, but he's overconfident despite not taking down a single gym leader by himself, he's been with us since the start. Underused, but since he's the starter, he believes every victory was something he personally did. He carries the spirits of past runs of all starters past. We might not remember them all, but Pepper does, and he's determined to see them win. A little overconfident, but hoping he will take us far. Brickbreak, Bulk Up, Quick Attack, BlazeKick

Blueberry the Serious Milotic. A huge investment in a Nuzlocke for sure. It took about a full week to properly catch and to evolve Blueberry from when he was a little Feebass in the pond. An investment fairly worth it even despite the Gyarados Manpower we hold. He has been essential in the late game especially for Wionna switching back and forth between him and Rice. He's also a great tank for more difficult opponents. Surf, Icebeam, Recover, Safeguard

Rem the Naughty Gardevoir. An essential "lucky" catch very early on. Completely frail and useless for a lot of the early game, but straight up essential in the late game, especially against Archie and Team Aqua. Swept Juan on their own, Took out a lot of Wionna's flying types until Altaria came out. A devastating combination moveset. He's been the MVP of the late game and helped out of so many tight spots. Calm Mind, Thunderbolt, Physic, and Hypnosis.

Ziggy the Quirky Zigzagoon. He's been here since the very beginning of the run. Staying in the background and picking up lots of rare candies and essential items for the team to use. He's been the number one cheerleader of the team and hasn't been in too many serious fights. That will change tonight. With access to bellydrum and other powerful moves, he has earned his place to be here at the Elite Four and hoping that he can take out a lot of major threats on his own. Return, Shadow Ball, Substitute, Bellydrum.

Rice the Mild Gyarados. After the fourth failure, I decided to permit Gyarados and she has been endlessly useful. Rice was essential in pivoting between her and Blueberry in order to get a win over on Wionna. A rarity for a Gyarados, she does not prefer fighting. She sees herself more as a supportive role to the team. Utilizing her Intimidate Ability and ground immunity for others to take the kill for her. She's been with us as a small Magikarp since Brawly, and she sees Blueberry as her son. Since she sees a lot of herself in him when he was a Febass. Earthquake, Icebeam, Dragondance, Hyperbeam

Bella the Quiet Breloom. Bella has been with us since Petalburg Woods. A Mushroom of few words, They singlehandly took down Roxanne Early game when we had essentially nothing to work with. They also took down Wattson on their own essentially, after a tragic death from Ninja the Shedninja. Bella has also dealt with the MOST close calls out of any long lasting team member. We couldn't run from Golbats in the Aqua Hideout twice, and that left Bella with 5hp or less both times. A four times flying weakness is trouble. And Bella is haunted by the close calls and she swears that she actually died to a wild Golbat and saw the afterlife. Her friends assured her that they were there to protect her and she survived, but she can't shake the feeling that she died really anticlimactically to a wild Golbat. But if she's here now, it must be for a reason. And that she's determined to see this through to the end. Sludgebomb, Giga Drain, Sky Uppercut, Leach Seed

The others as this run was a group effort:

Salt the Tailow, defeated Brawly on their own. Was good in the early game. Ditched later for a Gyarados and other stronger teammates. She is Pepper's birdy girlfriend and waiting for him happily in retirement.

Nina the Ninjask was on the team for a short while. Her sister: Ninja the Shedninja was the only death on the entire run, because the Trainer didn't know Watson's Voltorb had Rollout. Ninja talks to her sister and whispers curses on the winning team, hoping that this fifth run will be a failure, because they were not cared for. Ninja and Nina live in the beach house in Retirement.

Bruce the Sharpedo and Disaster the Absol. They were the tag team pair that completely swept Tate and Liza. They had great synergy and Disaster and Bruce spent a much happy retirement in the box after the business with Groudon and Kyorgre was handled. Natural Disasters cause Disaster the Absol to break out in panic attacks, but Bruce keeps her safe and calm. The two became close and will likely have many shark puppies after this. However, the two don't yet realize that Sharpedo's breeding group is a very shallow pool, and he is actually infertile. They will go to an adoption center in Sinnoh and Adopt a Gible. Perhaps... maybe in the not so distant future, they hope a young trainer might be willing to train their child and have them go on their own pokemon adventure.

Mr.Meep the Girafarig. He is here. He did nothing. Okay that's unfair. He was caught in the Saffari Zone and brought to the Tate and Liza fight for backup if something went wrong, but Bruce and Disaster just clicked right away and Mr.Meep didn't need to do anything. He still gets retirement cus he was raised and he was super supportive and ready to lay down his life for anyone he needed to.

Boulder the Graveler. He never became a Golem like he always dreamed he would be. Boulder was an unwanted catch, taking place of the Dessert encounter as a rocksmash guy. But he honestly proved himself. He stood as a wall in the way of Flannery and was an essential wall in really big Aqua and Magma stuff. He was also super useful as a pivot for Norman with his rock hard defense. He always wished he could have been a Golem so he could break out of his rock-egg shell, but he is really content with how he helped us acheive the Basic and Flame badge so he went into retirement there soon after.

Athena the Manetric. Also did nothing. Okay, unfair, a strong fast Electric type was useful in a lot of the team Aqua fights and Archie fight. They were also good backup for Wionna and Juan, but we never really used her. She was just chilling in the back, waiting if Rem, or Blueberry couldn't pull through. Thankfully, we never needed her. She was great in being our essential backup "go-to" Electric type.

RootRoot the Lileep. They weren't in any major fights. They're a lover, not a fighter. A fisherman. With their suction cup ability, they're the reason we even got a Milotic in this run at all. They were just the fisherman to help us catch a feebass and for that, they are honored and remembered.

NOT DRAWN CUS I FORGOT:

Coolio the Tentacool! RICE'S PARTNER. The two grew up around dewford town and were inceperable as a tentacool and Magikarp. They grew up on the team together and Tentacool helped us through a lot of fights. They actually were the ones who Swept Flannery all on their own as a tentacool! Which was impressive! (I misremembered so I think Boulder took the credit) They were an essential member of the team for awhile and I feel so bad I forgot to draw them. They are waiting for their beloved Rice when she gets back from the Champion.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Emerald #Pokemon Emerald Nuzlocke #Emerald Nuzlocke #danachan's art

13 notes · View notes

miracles-and-butterflies · 2 months

Note

I don't know why everyone is acting like EVERYBODY in the family won't threaten the boy who wants to court Mirabel in someway.

Camilo would threaten the boy but just in a way that says "I'm silly but I will hurt you WHILE being silly"

Antonio is upfront about it "I have animals everywhere, hurt her and they'll hurt you"

Agustin probably just carries the Axe around when the boy is in sight. His way of saying "I'm clumsy but I won't miss if you give me a reason to throw it"

Pepa that she has the power of lightning on her side, so she doesn't need to say much.

Abuela and Julieta are the same. "Hurt her and you'll never see the light of day again". Julieta doesn't voice it though, mostly through quick facial expressions.

Dolores knows she doesn't have to say much either to him. And I think Dolores would know that the boy would think twice before even SAYING anything rude to Mirabel given how lethal her family is.

I think she'll mostly try to keep Luisa off the boy's back "Luisa! our entire family can take him out easily and he KNOWS this. I don't think he's stupid enough to try anything. LEAVE HIM BE!"

Then a stubborn and childish "NO" can be heard in response.

Who said it was a boy?

I don’t think the whole family would be that overprotective. A couple of them? Sure. All of them? No. It's out of character (in some cases) and a very overdone trope (especially in this fandom). Realistically, if they were all like that, they’d completely scare off all potential suitors for Mirabel. 😂

There’s a difference between “treat her nicely, look after her, etc” and then having the entire family dropping death/violent threats with no reason to do so.

Besides, Mirabel is a very sensible kid, she’s not going to bring home somebody that would do her serious harm.

#encanto #ask me anything

6 notes · View notes

let-me-take-your-soul · 1 year

Note

So Arachne is a spider, yes?

And did you know spiders don't like peppermint?

So does Arachne not like peppermint?

I like to imagine an au where Kid did research on spiders before the arachne battle, and when the aprtoi come face to face with her, he just whips out a spray bottle of peppermint extract and sprays it in her face.

She just like yowls and is like "NOOOOO YOU HENIOUS BRAT HOW DID YOU KNOOOOWW?"

And now the entire of spartoi + teachers are laughing their ass off as Arachne is curled up in a ball on the floor and Kid is dead-faced and completely serious as he repetitvely sprays down at her.

He has two more bottles locked and loaded.

This IS a fic request.

This request gave me a good giggle! I like the thought of witches sharing similar weaknesses to their familiars! Thank you! (Also this is one of the most lighthearted fics I've written for this fandom so far lol)

Kid taking down Arachne with the power of peppermint essential oils:

Kid was completely prepared for this moment. He had been researching witches in depth since he knew they were a threat. When he learned about Arachne and her organization Arachnophobia, he figured that finding ways to keep spiders away was going to be a smart idea. Planting peppermint around the academy and spraying every potential entryway with citrus was the start to ensure there weren’t spiders creeping in to spy on the academy for Arachne.

During his research on witches though, Kid also found that witches tend to carry a lot of the same traits and habits of their familiars. Figuring that there could be no harm by trying, Kid tucked away some peppermint sprays as he and the academy prepped themselves to ambush Arachnophobia’s headquarters.

Infiltrating the base was rough, but Kid managed to keep a lot of their positions secured by repelling lingering spiders in the area with his DIY sprays. The long nights putting together concoctions to keep the academy secured and ignoring Liz and Patty’s jabs about him getting carried away with all of his “DIY Spider Repellant” videos was paying off.

Each team split up to find each major villain in the base, and Kid was going to make sure that he was on the team to find Arachne. As his group ran through the halls, they came across a large set of doors. Slowly, the group pushed them open, only to be pulled in through the doors by first, their eyes traveled up a large web to see Arachne staring down at them.

They were face to face with her now- her eyes were mocking, as if they were all flies caught in a web.

“I must admit, you did a splendid job at avoiding my babies. How did you manage to keep them away from you?” she asked as she slowly lowered herself from her webbed throne.

The second she touched the ground, Kid lunged forward, lobbing a gas can full of his peppermint spray her way. Once the scent hit her nose, she froze up, her eyes watering, and her demeanor changing to one of panic and anger.

“So this is how you got here. By using cheap tricks to upset my spiders!”

As the spray continued to swirl higher around her, she began coughing and finding a way to escape the cloud of minty fresh gas surrounding her.

Kid caught a glimpse of his teammates and teachers as he moved in further to continue bombarding Arachne with sprays until she gave in. Everyone seemed to be in a state of amused shock at the sight.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and wait for me to run out of this?” Kid calls out to them.

Luck was on the academy’s side as they all went in for the capture. Arachne was infuriated, her ego shot at being captured by something so simple. As she plotted her escape, she knew that a change would need to be made and also began the plans for a mask to keep out any scents that would throw her into coughing fits.

#soul eater #soul eater imagines #soul eater imagine #soul eater fanfiction #death the kid #dtk #arachne #arachne gorgon #request #mortallychoppedgalaxy

40 notes · View notes

maswartz · 1 year

Text

Rebirth of the Ninja Turtles

My concept for a new TMNT cartoon taking pieces from various continuities. Plot: Long ago in Japan a ninja and his children are about to be executed by their enemy when the man vows that even if it takes lifetimes this day will be avenged. Centuries later in New York a truck carrying a strange mutagenic compound crashes into a pet store spilling the chemical on the animals within as well as many others near by. Mutated by the substance a rat and six turtles flee into the sewers as memories of their past lives return. Teaching his children the art of ninja once more the rat, now calling himself Splinter names them after various artists. Years later they learn the man who ordered their execution has been reborn as the Shredder, leader of the Foot Clan of ninja. Splinter makes it their mission to stop him and complete the vow he made centuries ago. Heroes: Splinter- Once the ninja known as Hamato Yoshi he has been reborn as a rat. He is initially horrified at his new form but takes it as a lesson to remain humble as he remembers his past arrogance. In time he must decide what matters most, the love of his children or his desire for revenge. He represents the element of wood and uses a staff or a katana in battle. Leonardo- The eldest turtle and the one who takes after their father the most. He is strict and serious in combat and training but relaxed and friendly outside of it. He is the most dedicated to their mission of stopping the Shredder. He is skilled at numerous weapons. He represents the element of air and is armed with twin ninjaken, a smaller dagger and a bow and arrow. He wears a blue bandana. Raphael- Physically the strongest of the Turtles he hates to see people bullied by those stronger than them. He’ll often go out on his own and look for trouble. During one of these solo trips he met Casey Jones and the two became friends, after beating the stuffing out of each other first. He is skilled at demolition and the use of explosives. He represents the element of fire and is armed with twin sai, tonfa and a series of small bombs. He wears a red bandana. Artemisia- Out of all of the Turtles she is the most bitter about having to remain hidden from humanity, questioning why they protect people who would turn on them if they knew the truth. She is the most brutal in battle often seeking to end a threat permanently only for her brothers to talk her out of it. She represents the element of metal and is armed with twin arm claws and a set of kunai. She wears a yellow bandana. Donatello- The smartest of the Turtles he adapted the fastest to modern technology. He builds all the gear for the Turtles including multiple modified vehicles and numerous weapons. He is skilled at gathering information electronically without a trace. He represents the element of earth and is armed with a metallic bo staff with a hidden blade inside. He wears a purple bandana. Venus- The most spiritual of the Turtles she is a pacifist who studies chi. She uses her knowledge to provide medical assistance to her siblings when needed. If she is forced to fight she can use her knowledge of pressure points to take down foes without harming them. She represents the element of lightning and when she must join the fight she is armed with a rope dart. She wears a light green bandana. Michelangelo- The youngest of the Turtles he is the most joyful and friendly of the Turtles. He also questions their mission the most wondering why they can’t just enjoy the new life they were given instead of being forced to follow a vow they themselves didn’t make. He is skilled in the art of disguise and can disguise himself so well even his own brothers cannot tell though his sisters can see right through them. He uses this to blend in with groups and gather information from the streets as well as establish a group of friends and contacts. He represents the element of water and is armed with twin nunjacku, a grappling hook and a manriki-gusari. He wears an orange bandana. Allies: April O’Neil- When young she witnessed the truck crash into the pet store and even saw the Turtles and Splinter through the smoke. However nobody believed her and the incident was covered up. She dedicated her life since then to proving the truth of that day and has tracked down stories of mutants with her friend Irma. Eventually she is rescued by the Turtles and befriends them, becoming their strongest link to the outside world. Casey Jones- Formerly a cop Casey quit the force after witnessing one too many cops get away with abusing their power. He becomes a vigilante who protects those the law ignores. He uses sports equipment in combat. He met Raphael and became quick friends with the Turtle after a fight. He often backs up the Turtles on missions when he isn’t busy protecting the homeless. His favorite weapon is a baseball bat. Porkchop- A butcher mutated by the chemical into a pig man. He runs an underground kitchen to feed the homeless and vulnerable. Though he loathes violence he will not hesitate to protect those within his kitchen. Hippo Houdini- A street magician mutated by the chemicals into a hippo man. He entertains people by pretending to be in a costume. When he was revealed as a mutant he surprisingly gained more attention and set out to use the spotlight to highlight mutant rights.

Leatherhead- A kind fisher who was mutated into a humanoid alligator. He uses his newfound strength to defend people while trying to make a living selling the fish he catches.

Mondo Gecko- A street artist mutated into a lizard man. He is friends with Mikey and uses his art to leave messages for his bro.

Alopex- A mutated fox woman who often joins forces with Raph to stop those who would exploit mutants. Nightowl- A night watchman mutated into an owl man. He keeps an eye on trouble at night and acts as a contact for the Turtles. Todd- A therapist mutated into a capybara who helps the Turtles after particularly stressful missions. Chamoleon- A mutated chameleon who operates a social media site for mutants to contact each other. She reaches out to Donnie to respond to any calls for help she finds. Rahzar and Tokka- A mutated wolf and snapping turtle respectively. They protect an area in Central Park from all those who would do the innocent harm. And others... Enemies: Shredder- The ancient ninja reborn. In this lifetime he took control of the Foot Clan by force and turned it into an international crime syndicate. When he finds out Splinter and his children have returned he makes it his mission to kill them once more. Bebop and Rocksteady- A pair of goons mutated by Shredder to act as enforcers. Dogpound and Fishface- A washed up martial artist and a hitman mutated by Shredder to add to his forces. Mama Long Legs- A woman who runs an underground fighting ring, mutated into a spider woman she now forces mutants to fight for the amusement of others while keeping her own mutation hidden. Groundchuck and Dirtbag- A pair of bank robbers who accidentally steal some mutagen and expose themselves while hiding on a farm. Crabgrass- An environmentalist mutated into a crab plant hybrid who seeks to claim the world for plants. Old Hob- Leader of a mutant mob who run a protection racket. Aided by his right hand man Repo Mantis Tora- A bounty hunter who mutated himself into a tiger man to gain enhanced strength and senses. SpiderBitez- A shock jock mutated into a spider. He'll stop at nothing to regain his fame even if it means capturing audiences to force them to listen to his show. Baxter Stockman- A scientist who believes in human superiority. Will do whatever it takes to rid the world of “genetic abominations” And others... Other: Karai- A mysterious ninja of unknown loyalty. She accuses both Splinter and Shredder of violating the honor of the Foot Clan and wages war on them both. She is joined by Koya, a mutated falcon and Zodi a mutated scorpion. Rak- A mutated racoon who acts as a master thief with his own set of rules. Sometimes he’ll aid the Turtles if he can spin it to his advantage otherwise he’s content to take what he’s after and leave.

Slash- A mutated turtle who was found by some criminals who tricked him into using his strength to help commit crimes. Outraged when he learned of the betrayal he grew bitter towards all mankind and seeks to be left alone. Shard- A mutated cat who sometimes aids the Turtles from the shadows. The reincarnation of Splinter’s wife and the Turtle’s mother.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

14 notes · View notes

drwilfredwaterson · 7 months

Text

The Mystery of How Scott Borchetta, Scooter Braun, Kanye West, Kim Kardashian, Tree Paine, Joe Alwyn, Joe Alwyn's psychotherapist mother, Joe's brother, and Joe's father Successfully Brutalized, Brainwashed, Exploited, and Extorted Taylor Swift for Six Miserable Years and How That's Affecting Taylor's Life Today: Part 1/2.

Drug and Alcohol Use – Musician Health and Wellness The negative effect of alcohol is two-fold. It dehydrates your body, making your voice less resilient to recover from traumatic vocal use, and it also has an anesthetic effect that causes one to press their vocal cords together harder in order to achieve a normal sensation while talking or singing. (Saint Olaf College)

There are no official statute of limitations for criminal cases to be prosecuted in the United Kingdom. Drink spiking is illegal in the United Kingdom and carries a sentence of up to ten years in prison. If a robbery, sexual assault or other criminal behaviour has taken place, the sentence may be even longer. For rape the penalty can be life imprisonment. Offenders will also be placed on the sex offenders register. (www.suffolk.police.uk) When tried in the Crown Court the maximum penalty for witness intimidation is 5 years imprisonment. In cases where there are threats of violence to witnesses and/or their families or deliberately seeking out witnesses the case will always go to the Crown Court. (www.criminaldefencebarrister.co.uk)

Perverting the Course of Justice - effective from 01 October 2023 Common law Guideline effective from: 01 October 2023 Triable only on indictment Maximum: Life imprisonment Offence range: Community order – 7 years’ custody Culpability The level of culpability is determined by weighing up all the factors of the case. Where there are characteristics present which fall under different levels of culpability the court should balance these characteristics to reach a fair assessment of the offender’s culpability. Demonstrated by one or more of the following: A – High Culpability Conduct over a sustained period of time Sophisticated and/or planned nature of conduct Underlying offence very serious Breach of trust or abuse of position or office Source: https://www.sentencingcouncil.org.uk/offences/crown-court/item/perverting-the-course-of-justice/

As a beloved and highly successful music therapist, Taylor Swift was cast as Rosemary in The Giver. As a Christmas tree farmer's daughter, Taylor Swift was cast as Audrey in The Lorax. Those were perfectly cast roles.

Taylor Swift - "Karma" "Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter Karma's gonna track you down Step by step from town to town"

The math wasn't mathing for me on how Taylor's enemies accomplished what should've been impossible, until it finally did.

It made no sense that Scott Borchetta, Tree Paine, Joe Alwyn, Joe's psychotherapist mother, Joe's brother, and Joe's father were able to convince Taylor Swift that her fanbase hated and was through with her, when massive fields of Swiftie social media posts celebrating and praising all of Taylor's eras were readily available, all of the scrapbooks from all of Taylor's eras with all of the photos were readily available, all of the videos and online pictures celebrating all of Taylor's eras with her fans were available online, and most importantly, Andrea, Scott, and Austin Swift were right there with her to remind her of the truth and counter every lie Taylor was being assaulted with.

That's when I remembered that Taylor said she was completely disconnected and isolated from the internet, her Swifties, and the truth of her reality for the entire time Scott Borchetta, Tree Paine, Joe Alwyn, and the Alwyn family were having their way with Taylor during Scott Borchetta's attempts to enslave, exploit, and extort Taylor forever.

And then I remembered about Taylor's Global Citizen performance of "Soon You'll Get Better" and the fact that the Denver DJ issue was also a major stressor for Taylor and Andrea during all of that. Taylor couldn't lean on her normal family support network the way she normally would and could because she was being guilted into believing she'd further stress them out and harm their health during their already stressful multi-faceted endless nightmare.

That's how Scott Borchetta, Tree Paine, Joe Alwyn, Joe's endlessly hovering psychotherapist mother, Joe's endlessly hovering brother, and Joe's father completely disconnected Taylor from reality and her Swifties and brainwashed her for her permanent enslavement where she didn't, couldn't, and wouldn't have a name unless someone else decided what her name would be and if she was even allowed to use it, or the "I" pronoun, in any way, ever again.

So with math, you always have to check your math; and I did so with the Shamrock Holdings situation; and this is how my math checked out:

Shamrock Holdings was disconnected from reality and their most critical support person for the purchase of Taylor Swift's masters.

Shamrock Holdings was required to accept anything and everything they were being told, and all of Scott Borchetta's and Scooter Braun's terms, or they didn't get to have anything at all.

Shamrock Holdings was guilted into believing there was something wrong with them for not accepting anything and everything they were being told, and all of Scott Borchetta's and Scooter Braun's terms.

Shamrock Holdings got massively defrauded in the deal and was left looking and feeling a lot like Taylor Swift after trying to believe in and trust Scott Borchetta. It looks like my math checks out, but the only ones who'd know for certain are Taylor, Andrea, Scott, and Austin Swift.

Joe Alwyn sought out and was repeatedly cast as a domestic abuser. Why did so many casting professionals believe that Joe Alwyn was THE perfect match for so many domestic abuser roles? And just like Scooter Braun and Scott Borchetta, notice that even though Joe Alwyn was the one who repeatedly sabotaged Taylor, he's still profiting from her work forever… And why is there a song about Joe Alwyn that references Scooter? There are some very unfortunate "coincidences" going on here…

There's a repeating pattern here that connects back to 10:10:29 in Taylor's directorial debut: the Speak Now "Mine" music video, the 14.5 hour meet and greet, the All Too Well issue, and the Speak Now World Tour. It all connects to attempting to disempower, break, and enslave all women and girls through Taylor Swift; and the foundation of all of that is gaslighting.

Anyone who's watched the 14.5 hour meet and greet videos can see that Taylor Swift and her Swifties are unstoppable around each other; because they synergize, heal, regenerate, and resurrect themselves and each other perpetually through love, trying to put love into words, and then trying to express that love in massively creative ways. All of that is unstoppable and uncontrollable and humanity's enemies are determined to squash, dampen, and extinguish that in every inhuman and antihuman way they can think of.

Just as they tried to break Taylor before the Speak Now World Tour, they tried to break Taylor again immediately after the 1989 World Tour, and then again before and during the reputation Stadium Tour, and yet again before and during the Eras World Tour; and it always involves gaslighting and setting Taylor and her Swifties up in ways that are meant to squash, dampen, and extinguish their relationship and connection with each other and eliminate the presence and power of love on Earth.

The MAGA NFL and MAGA Kansas City Chiefs situation is supposed to show the Swifties that Taylor betrayed them by "switching to the other side," "poisoning the well," and having them pay to exterminate, erase, and enslave themselves. Now it makes perfect sense of why Taylor has been avoiding the Super Bowl for so long. It's an endless war of hate vs. love.

On June 11, 2010, Swift performed "Mine" for the first time at a small, intimate concert that aired as a part of CMA Music Festival: Country’s Night to Rock on ABC on September 1, 2010.

Taylor Swift Now - Ep1: 13 Hour Meet & Greet - June 13, 2010 (164th day) (Part 1)

youtube

Published: February 20, 2017 (51st day) Duration: 9:36 (576 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9s1kO6ND9BE 9s1kO6ND9BE skONDBE bdeknos 2+4+5+10+40+50+90=201. 201+9+6+9=225. 225+576=801. 801+164=965.

Strong's Concordance #965 bazaq: a lightning flash Original Word: בָּזָק

Taylor Swift Now - Ep1: 13 Hour Meet & Greet - June 13, 2010 (164th day) (Part 2)

youtube

Published: March 1, 2017 (60th day) Duration: 6:21 (381 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKrHCoXnGSs IKrHCoXnGSs cghiknorssx 3+7+8+9+10+40+50+80+90+90+300=687. 687+381=1068. 1068+164=1232.

Strong's Concordance #1232 Buqqiyyahu: "proved, poured out, spread out (as a fruitful vine) of Yah/God," a Levite, book. Original Word: בֻּקִּיָּה

Taylor Swift Now - Ep1: 13 Hour Meet & Greet - June 13, 2010 (164th day) (Part 3)

youtube

Published: April 1, 2017 (91st day) Duration: 5:34 (334 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8ht4xTQdTw h8ht4xTQdTw hhtxTQdTw dhhqtttwx 4+8+8+70+100+100+100+900+300=1590. 1590+8+4=1602. 1602+334=1936. 1936+164=2100.

Strong's Concordance #2100 zub: to flow freely (as water), gush Original Word: זוּב

She also performed "Mine" and "You Belong With Me" at the 2010 NFL Opening Kickoff event. On October 5, 2010, Swift performed the song live on the Italian X Factor. On October 9, 2010, she performed an acoustic version of "Mine" during Grand Ole Opry's 85th birthday celebration. She later performed the song as well as an acoustic cover of Coldplay's "Viva la Vida" in the BBC Radio 2 studio on October 21, 2010. Swift sang "Mine" on several other occasions. On October 24, 2010, Swift appeared on The Paul O'Grady Show, where she performed the song. On October 25, 2010, Swift sang "Mine" with two other songs from Speak Now on Speak Now: Taylor Swift Live From New York City, a special programme which was streamed live on CMT.com, MTV.com, VH1.com and other MTV Networks websites in Europe, Asia, Australia and Latin America to celebrate the release of her new album. She performed the song on Today show concert on October 26, 2010. She was scheduled to give a live performance at JetBlue's T5 Terminal at New York John F. Kennedy International Airport where she sang "Mine" and several songs from Speak Now.

On October 27, 2010, she visited Scholastic Corporation headquarters to talk about the importance of reading and writing and perform the song to 200 grade-schoolers and middle-schoolers at the publisher's downstairs auditorium. She later performed the song on Live With Regis and Kelly.

The haters and players have been trying to to squash, dampen, and extinguish all of that love for far more than the last 13 years. Taylor Swift and her Swifties aren't the only ones who've ever fought this war, nor are we all the only ones fighting it. Gotta keep that fragile little flame alive and well-tended forever.

"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not." - Dr. Seuss - The Lorax.

Taylor Swift - Surprising Gena: Sweeter Than Fiction in Columbus, Ohio

youtube

Published: April 16, 2014 (106th day) Duration: 4:31 (271 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1LMp-jEH_k J1LMp-jEH_k (1) JLMpjEHk ehjjklmp 5+8+600+600+10+20+30+60=1333. 1333+1=1334. 1334+271=1605. 1605+106=1711.

Taylor: Tailor: one who utilizes raw resources or joining materials to make things new or like new.

Strong's Concordance #1711 dagah: to move rapidly/swiftly; to spawn, i.e. become numerous, to grow, multiply, increase, fish, to fish, to catch fish, to strengthen with the addition of another material that's been joined with the original material. Original Word: דָּגָה

Luke 5:4 When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.” Luke 5:5 Simon answered, “Master, we’ve worked hard all night and haven’t caught anything. But because you say so, I will let down the nets.” Luke 5:6 When they had done so, they caught such a large number of fish that their nets began to break. Luke 5:7 So they signaled their partners in the other boat to come and help them, and they came and filled both boats so full that they began to sink. Luke 5:8 When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at Jesus’ knees and said, “Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man!” Luke 5:9 For he and all his companions were astonished at the catch of fish they had taken, Luke 5:10 and so were James and John, the sons of Zebedee, Simon’s partners. Then Jesus said to Simon, “Don’t be afraid; from now on you will fish for people.”

“The worst kind of person is someone who makes someone feel bad, dumb or stupid for being excited about something.” ~ Taylor Swift

On October 5, 2010, Swift performed "Mine" live on the Italian X Factor. Travis Kelce's birthday is October 5, 1989. Marjorie's birthday is also on October 5th, so there are some interesting October 5th situations happening here.

Making Of - You Belong With Me (On The Set With Taylor Swift)

youtube

Published: February 19, 2023 (50th day) Duration: 16:21 (981 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoeIoLL-sJI SoeIoLL-sJI eiijllooss 5+9+9+600+20+20+50+50+90+90=943. 943+981=1924. 1924+50=1974.

Strong's Concordance #1974 hillul: a rejoicing, praise, merry, a celebration of thanksgiving for harvest. Original Word: הִלּוּל

A seven and a nine… Red and white… Other interesting stuff…Like: he'll be 87 and they'll both be 89, so you never know how this could work out. Taylor Swift - Mary’s Song (Oh My My My) (Track #10: October 24, 2006/296th day)

youtube

Published: May 31, 2019 Duration: 3:34 (214 seconds) 2/14 = Valentine's Day. 7/7/2023: Taylor Swift, Taylor Lautner, and Jennifer Gardner in Arrowhead Stadium for the Speak Now album release party. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TCRiGA1A2U 9TCRiGA1A2U (413) TCRiGAAU aacgirtu 1+1+3+7+9+80+100+200=401. 401+9+1+2=413. 413+214=627. 627+296=923. 9/23=September 23rd.

Strong's Concordance #923 bahat: to glisten); white marble or perhaps alabaster, red (marble), alabaster, porphyry Original Word: בּהט

"She said, I was seven and you were nine I looked at you like the stars that shine In the sky, the pretty lights And our daddies used to joke about the two of us Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle Our whole town came and our mamas cried You said I do and I did too Take me home where we met so many years before We'll rock our babies on that very front porch After all this time, you and I I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine I'll still look at you like the stars that shine In the sky, oh my my my"

Courtesy of the Swiftie Intelligence Agency's Karma Bureau: The Tree Paine and Joe Alwyn Capital Jingle Bell Ball London Drink Spiking Incident - December 10, 2017: Joe Alwyn/Taylor Swift Relationship Timeline: Drink Spiking & Domestic Abuse 2016 to 2018.

youtube

Published: July 2, 2018 (183rd day) Duration: 9:39 (579 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTmbn2wug80 oTmbn2wug80 (2, 80) oTmbnwug bgmnosuw 2+7+30+40+50+90+200+900=1319. 1319+2+80=1401. 1401+579=1980. 1980+183=2163.

Time's Up! Strong's Concordance #2163 zaman: to fix (a time) appoint, to be fixed, appointed Original Word: זָמַן

"For years I asked, pleaded for a chance to own my work. Instead I was given an opportunity to sign back up to Big Machine Records and ‘earn’ one album back at a time, one for every new one I turned in. I walked away because I knew once I signed that contract, Scott Borchetta would sell the label, thereby selling me and my future. I had to make the excruciating choice to leave behind my past. Music I wrote on my bedroom floor and videos I dreamed up and paid for from the money I earned playing in bars, then clubs, then arenas, then stadiums. Some fun facts about today’s news: I learned about Scooter Braun’s purchase of my masters as it was announced to the world. All I could think about was the incessant, manipulative bullying I’ve received at his hands for years. Like when Kim Kardashian orchestrated an illegally recorded snippet of a phone call to be leaked and then Scooter got his two clients together to bully me online about it. (See photo) Or when his client, Kanye West, organized a revenge porn music video which strips my body naked. Now Scooter has stripped me of my life’s work, that I wasn’t given an opportunity to buy. Essentially, my musical legacy is about to lie in the hands of someone who tried to dismantle it. This is my worst case scenario. This is what happens when you sign a deal at fifteen to someone for whom the term ‘loyalty’ is clearly just a contractual concept. And when that man says ‘Music has value’, he means its value is beholden to men who had no part in creating it. When I left my masters in Scott’s hands, I made peace with the fact that eventually he would sell them. Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine the buyer would be Scooter. Any time Scott Borchetta has heard the words ‘Scooter Braun’ escape my lips, it was when I was either crying or trying not to. He knew what he was doing; they both did. Controlling a woman who didn’t want to be associated with them. In perpetuity. That means forever. Thankfully, I am now signed to a label that believes I should own anything I create. Thankfully, I left my past in Scott’s hands and not my future. And hopefully, young artists or kids with musical dreams will read this and learn about how to better protect themselves in a negotiation. You deserve to own the art you make. I will always be proud of my past work. But for a healthier option, Lover will be out August 23. Sad and grossed out, 💔 Taylor" June 30th, 2019

Anti-American MAGA Nazi Fundraising League (NFL) Influence on presidential elections: September 25, 2020: 2020 presidential election: donald trump vs. Joe Biden: Anti-American MAGA Nazi Fundraising League (NFL) owners have donated millions this election cycle to Republicans who disapprove of the protests, including president donald trump. Anti-American MAGA Nazi Fundraising League (NFL) team owners and their spouses have donated $4.2 million to politicians and PACs so far this election cycle, with 85 percent ($3.6 million) going to Republicans. Source: https://www.opensecrets.org/news/2020/09/nfl-owners-2020/

It's not that the anti-American MAGA Nazi Fundraising League (NFL) and MAGA Kansas City Chiefs MIGHT harm Taylor, it's that they're ACTIVELY waging war on Taylor and all Swifties in a very obvious, underhanded, and pimp-slapping way while "grinning like a devil" all the way to the bank so they can donate it all to their MAGA candidates (including donald trump). Here's an example of the anti-American MAGA Nazi Fundraising League (NFL) and MAGA Kansas City Chiefs being connected to attempting to trigger Taylor Swift into an Amy Winehouse fatal "misadventure" with the Scooter Braun, Kim Kardashian, Kanye West, and "Famous" naked Taylor Swift wax figure video references (to eliminate her and neutralize her influence in the 2024 presidential election): "I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex…Why? I made that bitch famous." - Kanye West (donald trump's Nazi fanboi) “Taylor is livid. Taylor is horrified [by the video]. Taylor didn’t know what to do when she heard about what Kanye did. “She is bewildered, feels betrayed and is beyond frustrated with Kanye. It is like a complete nightmare. Taylor is pissed to say the least!” (Hollywood Life)

Rachel Zegler Urges Media to ‘Leave Taylor Swift Alone’ After Sex Tape Comments "You will never see people speaking this way about a man" This week, Dan Katz from Barstool Sports said on the “Pardon My Take” podcast that he didn’t quite believe the relationship was real. “If Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift release a sex video, I’ll consummate this relationship and be like, ‘Fine,'” Katz said. Zegler added, “Seeing a lot of ‘it’s a joke’ but you’ve got to understand that since the beginning of time ‘you can’t take a joke’ has been synonymous with ‘let me say a horrible thing about women without suffering the consequences’ — we’re sick and tired! It’s never been funny! Get a life!” Source: https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/rachel-zegler-taylor-swift-travis-kelce-sex-tape-comments-1234839369/

An update of what MAGA figures they've lined up on the field thus far: "Drunk Taylor" enjoying her vodka and crans at the anti-American MAGA Nazi Fundraising League (NFL) and MAGA Chiefs games (drunk women do things like make uninhibited sex videos with their hot boyfriends for their birthdays), Travis Kelce at Taylor Swift's apartment, Taylor Swift saying she's not going to be hiding away or being private anymore, Taylor Swift saying Travis is "hot" and she has "high hopes" for the relationship, Travis and his brother saying the anti-American MAGA Nazi Fundraising League (NFL) is trading on Taylor's name too much, MAGA NFL replying to the Kelce brothers that they're doing as they see fit to advance their various agendas, various people and football fans booing Taylor Swift like she felt shamed with at the Kanye West VMA incident, various people and football fans accusing Taylor of being fake (Kanye and Kim all over again), various people and football fans demanding proof the Travis/Taylor relationship is real, donald trump losing credibility and electability left and right, kevin mccarthy losing the house speakership. Don't be surprised if the MAGA cult already made a deepfake AI sextape of Travis and Taylor to "leak" if Taylor refuses to fundraise for their MAGA NFL political donations and Super Bowl mega MAGA political donations (just like the "Famous" video situation, but worse).

Since MAGAs want to relive the reputation era so badly, maybe Taylor Swift should release reputation TV in time for Thanksgiving and Swiftmas and force the anti-American MAGA Nazi Fundraising League (NFL) and MAGA Kansas City Chiefs to promote it for free since it'd be impossible to trade on her name so heavily without simultaneously promoting her legacy-reclamation Taylor's Version(s) and her feminist, empowered, pink-clad "Woke Barbie" political views.

Time to revisit the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey petting zoo farm animal face issue; because any woman or girl who dares to dishonor 1930s and 1960s male privilege and entitlement is a bad petting zoo farm animal devoid of a human head, human brain, human face, and human body, right? Here's one of dementia diapered donald trump's favorite MAGA women, Candace Owens, setting the stage and evaluating her MAGA audience's appetite for "leaking" the deepfake AI Travis/Taylor sextape: "Why hasn't any man stepped up to the plate to marry her?" Owens asked, continuing the right's push for marriage, before mentioning Swift's previous partners by name. "Why didn't Joe Alwyn want to marry her after six years of dating her? "Well, maybe it's because Taylor Swift has a lot of personalities, and people think that that's cute and it's funny . . . but me, maybe I suffer from also being a 34-year-old adult woman, I just think it's odd. I think her behavior is really, really cringy." Elsewhere in the segment, Owens slams Swift's appearance with Kelce's mother at the Kansas City Chiefs' game against the New York Jets. "I don't think Taylor Swift follows football," Owens says, adding that the pop star only began caring about the sport "this Sunday." "She's just so fake, so plastic, so manufactured, very unauthentic, and that has always been my assessment about Taylor Swift." Source: https://www.salon.com/2023/10/04/candace-owens-taylor-swift/

Why didn't any of the romantic leads in Taylor Swift's live performances or music videos during her 6 years with Joe Alwyn resemble him in the least? In Taylor Swift's August of 2017 Behind the Scenes/Making Of "Look What You Made Me Do" video, she screamed "Get out of my house! I hate you!" at someone who was living with her between her 1989 World Tour and the making of "Look What You Made Me Do." The only ones living with Taylor during that time were: Meredith, Olivia, and Joe Alwyn. Are we sure she was really screaming that at Meredith and/or Olivia? In Taylor's "ME!" music video, there was a fight with her live-in boyfriend in front of Meredith and Olivia before she refused his marriage proposal and became a "Three Cats are a ParTay!" catwoman. Hmm… And then there was Taylor's bruised cheek countdown video days before she delivered her reputation Stadium Tour opening night speech where she outed the Scott Borchetta, Tree Paine, and the Alwyn family in front of the entire stadium and online viewership; and then there was Taylor's swollen busted lip the night of her big Cats red carpet event (that happened shortly after her friends and family left Taylor's birthday party, just before the premiere). And we know from TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn's music that Joe Alwyn spent 6 years ugly-crying into his alcohol about the unfairness of a world where Taylor is a star and he isn't; right before he sought out every domestic abuser and white supremacist role he could find; and then Taylor made the domestic violence hand signal about someone living with her during her Late Night TV interview that Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively then responded to within hours via a partnership with a domestic violence shelter. No woman would want to have any of that involved in making and raising healthy, happy, empowered and successful children. Seriously, MAGA Candace just needs to calm down, because I think MAGA Candace Owens is just so fake, so plastic, so manufactured, very "unauthentic," and I don't think she even follows Taylor Swift; and that's MY assessment, so there.

Operation Finale Scene: Joe Alwyn's MAGA Nazi Salutes at the Neo Nazi sympathizer meeting in Buenos Aires, Argentina (August 29, 2018/241st day)

youtube

Published: December 3, 2020 Duration: 0:17 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2I8aij-74qw 2I8aij-74qw (2, 8, 74) Iaijqw ajiiqw 1+600+9+9+70+900=1589. 1589+2+8+74=1673. 1673+17=1690. 1690+241=1931.

Strong's Concordance #1931 hu or hi: he, as for her, himself, it, the same, she herself, such, that, they, them, those Original Word: הוּא

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1502 and 1503: Psalm 74:2 Remember the community You made Yours long ago, Your very own tribe that You redeemed, Mount Zion, where You dwell. Psalm 74:3 Bestir Yourself because of the perpetual tumult, all the outrages of the enemy in the sanctuary. Psalm 74:4 Your foes roar inside Your meeting-place; they take their signs for true signs. Psalm 74:5 It is like men weilding axes against a gnarled tree; Psalm 74:6 with hatchet and pike they hacked away at its carved work. Psalm 74:7 They made Your sanctuary go up in flames; they brought low in dishonor the dwelling-place of Your presence. Psalm 74:8 They resolved, "Let us destroy them altogether!" They burned all God's tabernacles in the land.

Okay, so you're TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn. That don't impress me much:

While having no previous discography of his own, no previous songwriting or music production experience, nor any music industry credits of any kind at all, and while in a relationship with American singer-songwriter Taylor Swift, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and cloud-white-skinned singer-songwriter TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn contributed in the production of ten of Taylor Swift's songs released from 2020 to 2022.

As with all stories of every Grammy-nominated and Grammy-winning music producer and singer-songwriter in Grammy awards history, TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn stated "it came about from messing around on a piano, and singing badly," and then "being overheard by Taylor Swift, and being, like, 'Let's see what happens if we get to the end of it together'." TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn is obviously and rightfully credited as MVP and co-producer for the songs "Exile", "Betty", "My Tears Ricochet", "August", "This Is Me Trying" and "Illicit Affairs" on Taylor Swift's eighth studio album, Folklore (2020); and was also MVP and co-writer for "Exile" and "Betty", under the pseudonym William Bowery.

Due to TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn's indespensable and priceless musical and vocals contributions, and his tireless hours, days, weeks, and months of devoted and supportive solo social media promotion efforts via his vast social media presence to his own well-developed millions-strong super fanbase, TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn's "Exile" reached the top 10 of the charts in various countries, including number six on the US Billboard Hot 100 and number eight on the UK Singles Chart.

At the 63rd Annual Grammy Awards in 2021, "Exile" was nominated for the Grammy Award for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance, while Folklore won the Album of the Year, marking TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn's first Grammy win honoring his lifetime of sweat equity and devotion to his music education, vocal training, songwriting, live performances, touring, marketing, merchandising, business management, endless hours of super fanbase development and maintenance, countless hours of social media promotion of his and all of his co-writers and co-producers creative works, and his overall lifetime contributions to the music industry as a whole.

Credited as Bowery, TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn also naturally co-wrote "Champagne Problems", "Coney Island" and the title track on Taylor Swift's second 2020 album, Evermore (because TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn IS the music industry). In Taylor Swift's tenth studio album, Midnights (2022), TaylorSwift'sBoyfriendJoeAlwyn is credited as co-writer of "Sweet Nothing", again as Bowery (because someone has to carry the entire music industry on their back and Taylor Swift proved through her first 5 albums eras that she certainly couldn't do it). (Wikipedia)

Taylor Swift's lyrics, "How you took the money and your dignity and got the hell out," couldn't be more true for her ex-boyfriend, Joe Alwyn. "The Favourite" actor will continue to make money from his work with Swift, per The Sun. A source shared, "Joe will be raking in a fortune from these songs for years … He will easily be making a five-figure sum every year from his contributions. Writing six songs for albums as big as Taylor's guarantees a healthy income stream for life." Talk about a "Gold Rush." Source: https://www.nickiswift.com/1298024/joe-alwyn-still-makes-money-taylor-swift-after-split/

Harriet (November 1, 2019/305th day) - Joe Alwyn: "If only you knew how to behave, but you were unruly and untamed. I do own you. Even now you're mine. They will tear you limb from limb, and tar you, and burn you alive. Even if I'm not there to watch it, I can almost smell it now; like roasting pig."

youtube

Published: February 13, 2020 Duration: 4:40 (280 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZrDihnANpM zZrDihnANpM adhimnnprzz 1+4+8+9+30+40+40+60+80+500+500=1272. 1272+280=1552. 1552+305=1857.

Strong's Concordance #1857 Deqer: From daqar; to starve, to revile, to pierce, pierce through, a stab; Dekar Original Word: דֶּקֶר

Taylor Swift - Bad Blood ft. Kendrick Lamar

youtube

Published: May 17, 2015 (137th day) Duration: 4:05 (245 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcIy9NiNbmo QcIy9NiNbmo (9) QcIyNiNbmo bciimnnoqy 2+3+9+9+30+40+40+50+70+400=653. 653+9=662. 662+245=907. 907+137=1044.

Strong's Concordance #1044 Beth-eqed: "house of binding/tying with thongs," "house of (the) binding (for sheep-shearing)"; a place in Palestine Original Word: בֵּית עֵקֶד

3 notes · View notes

protector-ofthe-wilds · 7 months

Text

Koda inhaled a deep breath, held it, and then raised her fist to knock. Barely twenty seconds after the last rap of her knuckle, and the familiar door swung half open, revealing a familiar face behind it. Jaledriel blinked eyes of wispy emerald once, his floppy ears fluttering as he peered down to view the visitor. The moment his gaze properly recognized Koda, that trademarked goofy smile sprung to life over his lips.

"Oh. Hey, kid." The door was opened the rest of the way as he properly greeted her, tilting his own body out of the way to allow her room to enter. "Welcome back."

As Koda stepped inside, the interior of Wintermoon Retreat welcomed her like an old friend. Everything was exactly where it had been during her last visit - save for the common area being a tad more messy. Jaledriel seemed to notice Koda's stare lingering on some unwashed dishes, and he giggled.

"You could probably guess, but Liev's been out. She and Ely had business back in Feralas." The man lifted a clawed finger to scratch through the thick lengths of emerald hair, past the leafy vines, and directly against his scalp. "Well, I should say that Er'lynn had business there."

"And they didn't bring you?" Koda seemed only half-invested in the answer, already moving to set her things down upon her window seat. The book she had started reading last time still sat upon a half-folded fur blanket; she shifted both to the side to sit down with a sighed exhale. The sound caught Jale's attention, a bushy brow quirking as he turned to face her.

"Yeah, uh...they had it under control. You alright?"

He transitioned into the inquiry so suddenly that Koda nearly didn't catch it. She looked up to see the gentle concern on his face, before promptly looking away.

"I bring news," she said after a moment, and she could feel the air around them immediately shift. Jaledriel was normally a jocular guy - the complete and total polar opposite to Liev - but when the moment got serious, the man would adapt. Arms folded over his broad chest, his biceps tightening to suggest some trepidation. A nod for her to continue, and she obliged.

"You've probably heard by now about the Dream Surges in the Isles, and the fact that the Druids of the Flame are working with Fyrakk to try and reach Amirdrassil, yeah?"

"Koda, I am a Warden of the Grove, bound to the Dream by the blood of the Green Dragonflight. Of course I'm aware of what's happening." Though he kept his tone steady, the reminder caused trepidation to turn to wrath; the wispy nature of Jaledriel's eyes sharpening into something more akin to flames.

Koda exhaled a frustrated sigh, pushing her fingers up through her hair. "Right, yeah, I know. Dumb question." A breath, and she continued.

"It's not just a threat anymore. They're actually going to be able to do it, Jale. They're bringing the Firelands to the Dream, and now they've got this...Runestone-thing they grabbed from Desolace to amplify their efforts."

Her building frustration boiled over, and the girl was suddenly on her feet, pacing steps back and forth through the room. "We tried to stop them from getting it, but we were too little, too late."

"It's not the only weapon they have in their arsenal," Jale replied slowly, his gaze following the girl. "Nor is it their greatest one."

"Yeah, but they didn't need another one, okay?!" Koda barked back, stopping on her next step to sharply turn and face him. "We could have stopped him! We were right there! Now everything is fucked and the Dream's going to burn!"

"The weight of Amirdrassil's fate is not your burden to carry, so you can just cut that out right now," Jale demanded, in the same sort of tone a father would take. It only served to frustrate her further.

"You're Dream-blessed, Liev's a Night Warrior, Ely's the champion of Aessina, Ryndolyn is the personification of the arcane, and Er'lynn's an actual green dragon!" The girl's voice tremored with the threat of tears, her arms thrown up into the air with exasperation. "What am I? Just a heretic's daughter, floundering about in the face of what I can't change! How can I call myself a protector of anything if I couldn't even do this?!"

"It's that sort of thinking that warped my other self into doing terrible things, Koda." Jale's tone swept into a low, rumbled warning. "Ghost chased after power, spurred on by the feeling of inadequacy and fear until it tore both himself and his family apart."

"Oh, so what? You think I'm going to go insane chasing after some sort of power? Become a heretic, like your alternative or my father?" Koda flashed her fangs in her anger - which was far too much of an affront against Jaledriel. She regretted it immediately, ears wilting even before he started to reply.

"You're putting words in my mouth that I've never spoken," he snapped back, though his tone almost immediately softened as he continued. "...because you're scared and you're lost and you're tired. I can see it in your eyes; hear it in your voice." His head shook slowly, his expression somber. "Talk to me, kid. You don't have to sit with this alone."

Koda liked to think that she had tough skin, but her family (this one - the one she had chosen) always seemed to know exactly how to lance straight through her defenses. And in this moment, where she was so scared and lost and mind-numbingly exhausted...well, his words had been almost too much to bear. Her anger was abandoned, traded for strangled sobs, and Jale wasted little time in crossing the room to wrap her up in his arms. It was a strong, solid embrace - the sort that made one feel like they were being put back together...or, at least, being kept from shattering into a thousand pieces on the floor.

"Trust me, kid, I get it. Probably more than anyone," he offered, quietly. A hand rose to stroke back her hair to get it out of her face as she wept. "So, go ahead, let it out. I've got you."

~~~

Koda sat with eyes bleary and puffy from her crying, a cup of tea held within her joined palms. She had, perhaps, cried a little more than she really felt comfortable with - hence the murmured apology she offered forward when Jaledriel returned from the kitchen with his own tea.

"I'm used to it with Ely," was Jale's teasing reply, that goofy grin back in place as he took a seat across from her. "That woman's cried enough to overflow the sea." His eyes squinted a little, his grin wavering. "Which has been mostly my idiot brother's fault."

"Ryndolyn's not a bad guy," Koda sniffled, and Jale snorted a laugh.

"Yeah, maybe not, but he's done some incredibly stupid things."

Koda's gaze averted down to her tea, and Jaledriel exhaled lightly, his grin settling until it was only a slight smile.

"Did you want to stay the night? You know you're welcome to."

Koda's head shallowly shook from side-to-side. "I've got...someone waiting on me. I have to head back." Jale nodded along, but his expression seemed conflicted - as if he wanted to argue against her decision. But, after a quiet moment, he resolved the feelings with a sigh.

"I know you've got your mission, kid, and I respect it. I do. We all heard the Traveler when he told you about your an'da. None of us question the validity of what you're doing; Thavenar needs to be stopped." The man leaned forward, elbows propped on his thighs as he tried to catch her gaze. She obliged, meeting his once-again wispy stare. "But you alone aren't responsible for saving the world, or the Dream, or anything at all, Koda. Don't allow self-imposed burden to break your spirit. I watched it happen with Ely, and I'd prefer it to not happen to you." He pauses, if only for a breath. "Come home often and recharge among the Wilds that love you. Allow yourself to rest. You can't sustain yourself if you're running all the time."

"Yeah," was Koda's terse reply, but there was something reflected across her expression that let Jale know she heard his words. That was enough to satisfy him, and so he sat straight again, nodding once.

"I'll share the news you brought with Liev and the others once they return, and we'll move accordingly." His tone then lightened as he continued. "For now, share this moment and tea with me, thero'shan of my beloved. Perhaps I'll recite a story before you go, if you'll allow this bard to play for you." A wide and warm grin punctuated his offer.

Koda could do little to stop a small smile from touching her lips, allowing her ears to relax at a comfortable incline as she relaxed into the window seat. The familiarity was...nice. Perhaps she could allow herself a moment to indulge in it.

"Yeah," she quietly murmured. "I think I'd like that."

#work writing #afterthoughts #10/31/2023 #jale #thavey #I'll call this finished for now but I may touch it up later who knows #had to do a cameo of the OG's y'know

1 note · View note

themculibrary · 1 year

Text

Fics With Titles That Start With G Masterlist

Gaja (ao3) - rustingroses bruce/natasha T, 11k

Summary: The doors to the prison cell slammed open, and a woman in a low-cut scarlet dress that perfectly matched her hair came striding in. Her locks curled around ivory shoulders and a gold necklace, framing a serious face. Her lips, too, matched her hair, drawing the eyes irrevocably to that full mouth, made for sin. Her clear blue-grey eyes glinted even in the dim overhead lighting. Aphrodite wouldn’t have turned her nose up at such a figure or face; if the goddess possessed even a portion of this woman’s beauty and grace, no wonder Paris had given Aphrodite the apple.

Of course, as far as he could recall, no goddess carried a pair of strappy gold heels in one hand and a gun in the other.

Huh, Bruce thought woozily as the Hulk roared with frustration and rage at this new threat. Bruce tightened his grip on the Hulk and the cage of anger that contained it, forcing it to yield to him. Bruce had chosen to be here, and had not chosen lightly. This woman would not wrest his control from him. I didn’t know hallucinations were a side effect of this drug.

Gardens of Asgard (ao3) - a_kinkajou, hermionesmydawg steve/bucky E, 11k

Summary: They were warned numerous times - don't veer off the path in the Gardens of Asgard.

Of course, Steve Rogers heeds the advice of no one. Ever.

gator around the warm beds of beginners (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky E, 39k

Summary: How Sam and Bucky get by, after Thanos is defeated. Or: the story of how two idiots become roommates, partners, friends with benefits, and maybe something more, if they could just stop being so oblivious, while they wait to find out if their Steve’s ever coming back from his trip through time.

Gentlemen Prefer Pink (ao3) - glittercake steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Steve considers him for a moment.

“Beg for it.”

Bucky makes a terribly helpless sound, “Steve! Fucksake! Steve, please??”

He grins, stares down at Bucky’s mouth as he says the words. He’s probably a dick for getting off on it, “Nicely.”

ghosts that we knew (ao3) - wilsonsnest sam/bucky T, 46k

Summary: Sam (reluctantly) agrees to do a commission for Steve's rich but extremely reclusive friend, James Barnes.

Sam just stared at the other man, the feeling of being watched suddenly overcoming him. God, what kind of weirdo didn’t even come to greet their guests? It was one thing to be a rich recluse, but another thing to just completely ignore people wandering around your house.

“Steve, this is really weird.” Sam stressed. “This isn’t weird to you?”

Gift of Asylum (ao3) - carleton97, sister_wolf clint/darcy E, 47k

Summary: The story of how Darcy Lewis accidentally helps found the Avengers while having an epic, failboaty romance with that dude she nailed in a bar two years ago. Tasers, jackbooted thugs, Tony Stark, and life-altering job offers are par for the course when you help discover an alien/god dude with amazing pecs.

Glow (ao3) - glittercake sam/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Sam showers Bucky with compliments and ridiculous nicknames. It's not Bucky's fault that he starts falling for the guy.

Go And Make Aunt Peggy Proud (ao3) - Nanerich pepper/tony, steve/bucky, mj/peter, peggy/husband T, 19k

Summary: When Howard screws around with one of Hank Pym’s quantum theories, things go south, quickly and that in a way Peggy did not imagine in her wildest dreams: they end up in the year 2019. Luckily, a vigilante in a bright red, skintight spidersuit can help them out and take Peggy and Howard to who will be able to help them out.

Go For The Throat (ao3) - laylabinx T, 9k

Summary: Peter finds out the hard way what it means to be the Ravager mascot and Yondu uses this as an opportunity to teach him how to kick someone's ass.

Going Yard (ao3) - Brenda steve/bucky E, 41k

Summary: Going Yard: Baseball vernacular for hitting a home run.

This is the love story of shortstop Steve Rogers and pitcher Bucky Barnes, estranged childhood best friends about to be reunited on the same team.

This is a love story about New York's other baseball team, the Avengers, and their quest to claim the National League East division title.

This is a love story about going home and new friends and team bonding and first loves and how the people you're the closest to can also drive you the craziest.

But mostly, this is a love story about baseball and the boys of summer who play it.

gonna marry that boy (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/tony G, 6k

Summary: Clint runs a coffee shop with his best friend Natasha, and he has a crush on one of the customer's, but he's never actually talked to this boy. He's awkward enough as it is, and things get even more difficult once he learns who the customer is.

Good Things Come to Those Who Look (ao3) - notbeloved07 bruce/tony T, 5k

Summary: Back when Tony was at MIT and Bruce at Harvard, at some point they met--science convention, bar night, what have you--and had an instant connection. Bruce let it go, in part because he was focused on Betty, but Tony didn't have a whole lot of moments where he'd felt actual genuine connections and he held on to that encounter.

Now, after Afghanistan, Tony realises just how important those connections are and he tries to find Bruce. When he stumbles on to him in Shield's files, he talks Fury into putting Hulk on the Avengers roster, brings him in, and desperately tries to balance world-saving with hardcore flirting and coming up with ways to get Bruce to stay.

Got a Heart in Me, I Swear (ao3) - thepartyresponsible bucky/clint, steve/tony M, 36k

Summary: The pictures leak on a lazy off-season Sunday, in that muddled bit of midafternoon Clint never knows what to do with when he isn’t training. He curls up with Lucky on the couch and naps through the end of his whole damn life. And that, honestly, is pretty much perfect.

got the waves running through your thighs (ao3) - bisamwilson sam/bucky E, 2k

Summary: The first drink he’d ordered upon landing on the island was, in fact, a sex on the beach, just for the novelty of it all. Peach schnapps had never been his favorite—a fact which had thoroughly confused everyone from the time he’d started to drink—but it was the principle of the thing.

He’s drinking a piña colada now, much more to his taste, and enjoying the feeling of the sun on his skin and the sand between his toes, trying his best to not feel annoyed at how much reading Bucky saw fit to do on this vacation.

Apparently, he’d really thought she’d meant a drink.

Got to Do What You Love (ao3) - BlackEyedGirl clint/phil M, 8k

Summary: Phil has control issues, Clint has power issues, and the Avengers are a bundle of issues. It’s no wonder Maria wants nothing to do with them. Phil doesn’t seem to have a choice.

gotta make me follow through (gotta make me chase it) (ao3) - aniloquent sam/bucky N/R, 5k

Summary: The one where Sam's a hot vegan grocer and Bucky lies to get him to go out with him.

Great Unknown. (ao3) - ClaraxBarton bucky/clint T, 3k

Summary: Smugglers and dragons and karaoke and space. Oh my.

That’s it. That’s the summary. Enjoy or suffer at your will.

Ground Control to Major Tom (ao3) - Ellen Fitzwilliam Brandybuck (AFixerMuse) drax/mantis M, 39k

Summary: Waking from a centuries-long cryogenic sleep, alternate Earth astronaut Major Tommiah Jones finds herself among space pirates, in a world and time apart from her reality. Now she must do what's necessary to survive, find purpose, and perhaps avoid falling in love with trouble incarnate: Yondu Udonta. Song prompted one-shots. Humorous smut

Grow To Be (ao3) - Sororising sam/bucky T, 110k

Summary: Sam flops back down onto the bed, shoving a few of the pillows behind his head and upper back - there’s way too many for one bed; if you multiply that by thirty bedrooms there must be -

“I can’t do math when I’m drunk,” he says mournfully. “Bucky, come here and help me do math.”

Bucky lets out a small laugh. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”

Sam doesn’t know how to unpick that sentence. He isn’t even going to bother trying; he just waves his arm around in Bucky’s general direction, hoping that he’ll make contact eventually.

Grumpy Coffee Kitten (ao3) - rebelmeg harley/shuri, mj/peter, bucky/darcy, clint/natasha T, 26k

Summary: When Clint Barton, the owner of Bean There, Brew That, takes off on an extended vacation, he leaves his coffee shop in the hands of his trusted sidekick, Darcy Lewis. Darcy is not prepared for this, but that's not going to stop her from keeping the shop going, keeping her sassy baristas in line, and maybe getting a tiny bit smitten with the new regular that started showing up, looking like a sleepy assassin and cooing at his coffee.

Bucky Barnes is a former soldier trying to deal with the effects of PTSD, at the encouragement of his best friend and not-actually-a-therapist Sam Wilson. It might have been sort of an accident the first time he steps into Bean There, Brew That, but it's a first step in a really good direction. He likes the coffee shop, he likes the people that run it, and he definitely likes the sugar-soaked monstrosities that they make for him on a daily basis.

What could possibly go wrong with putting a recovering veteran in the hands of a bunch of sarcastic baristas with access to legally addictive stimulants? The answer is... not much, actually.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #ficsg #ficsg masterlist #masterlists

2 notes · View notes

cakewitch43 · 2 years

Text

What I didn’t (and did) like about Thor: Love and Thunder

-it’s a fun movie about space vikings, and this is just my opinion-

TLAT is a comedy movie trying to fit into an action/adventure frame. And it doesn’t work.

Taika Waititi is a great director, and I love his work. But I feel like, with this movie, he needed to pull back a little and let the audience enjoy the motions of an action movie he was trying to instill, to believe there was some sort of danger. If you’ve ever seen Jojo Rabbit or even Thor Ragnarok, you know Taika can do serious.

This boils down to two main points that sort of feed into each other- tone, and lack of stakes.

When we first meet Gorr in the beginning of the film, the tone is very serious. His grief, desperation to protect his daughter, and betrayal from his god are all done very well. Overall, Gorr is the one serious character in this film.

But as soon as we leave Gorr to join Thor, everything shifts. The proceeding battle is all one big joke. Thor starts in a robe, which he shucks off in the open, just getting grazed with 1 shot (not even near the arm or something, in the middle). The camera spends a lot of time on the Guardians, who kinda look concerned about the battle, but are mostly there to roll their eyes and say “come on Thor, its time to win this battle”. And yes, I think this is on purpose. At this point in the film, Thor is having an existential crisis. He doesn’t care, really. He just wants to get the battle over with so he can go back to feeling nothing. Everything in this section is played off as a joke because Thor can’t handle being serious. But then this tone carries through practically the rest of the film? And while it could be argued that the tone is used to reflect Thor’s nihilism, all it does is make it appear to the audience that there are no stakes in the movie. That we shouldn’t care about the villain, or the children, or Jane because this is a classic Thor adventure.

I think the best example is the appearance of Sif. Thor finds Sif, and the slain god of this planet, the nicest god you’d ever meet (who, for the life of me I can’t find the name of). But unlike Gorr in the beginning, we get no sense of Thor’s grief for the god, or his fear for Sifs life. He rushes towards her, and there is no emotional swell of music. If I remember correctly, it is almost completely silent. Her injury is treated as a joke, and when she says to let her die, Thor chuckles, and says, “actually, you have to die in the battle to join Valhalla, not after the battle.” Sif says “shit” alright then. And is whisked off to New Asgard. Which was just, a really odd choice, I thought? Watching in theaters, Sif seemed really desperate in her distress call. I thought maybe seeing Sif, one of his oldest, best friends, in danger would start Thor’s journey towards caring again about his people and himself (towards choosing love, and feeling shitty instead of feeling nothing). But instead this interaction is treated as a joke, and an excuse for Thor to go home, meet Jane and start the adventure. The proceeding battle, again, has no stakes. Remember the opening fight in Thor Ragnarok, the one everyone loved so much? We loved Thor's jokes, his levity in battle. But the reason we loved it so much was because there were still stakes. Surtur, his minions, the music, even Thor, were all aware of the danger. In that scene, Thor isn’t just making jokes, he is angry. Angry at Surtur, angry at the prospect of Ragnarok, of losing Asgard. I know that in TLAT, Thor has lost a lot. He’s gone past anger and depression, and gone straight to complete nihilistic crisis mode. But something needs to bring him out of that. It’s not the battle in New Asgard, it’s not the threat of losing his life, it’s not even the children being stolen. It ends up being Jane, but in my opinion, it’s too late in the movie for the audience to care.

Frankly, I wanted Korg to die in Omnipotence City. I know that sounds harsh (and I did truly love Korg later in the movie, his funny bits in Val’s hair, his husband Dwayne, his final narration) but it would have created some seriousness in a movie truly lacking it. It would have made Thor angry, it would have told the audience that these characters aren’t immortal, it would have given Thor a little more sympathy for Gorr, having been mistreated by the gods himself. I just wish, as an audience member, my history with these characters wasn’t the only reason I cared about them in this movie. I wish there were emotional ups and downs. At the end, Thor is at a better place than he was in the beginning. He’s adopted a child, cares for her, and is fighting for her. He’s out of his nihilistic funk, and he cares. But Thor was basically passive in this journey, and I feel like he could have learned so much more.

Thor’s emotional journey doesn't feel complete, perhaps because too much was left on the cutting room floor.

There were so many bits I thought would go somewhere, but didn’t. Bits that probably didn’t get included because they weren’t jokes. This movie is just under two hours, you could definitely fit some more stuff here, especially if you cut more unnecessary stuff.

They could have explored Thor’s relationship with Stormbreaker a bit more (Thor is yearning for the past, Mjolnir and Jane, but he must find meaning in the present and appreciate what he has now).

They could have spent more time with Valkyrie and Thor (remember that bit, when the children are taken and King Valkyrie can’t calm her people, but Thor’s booming voice gets their attention and he makes a speech). I feel like that was a bit of an offense. Valkyrie is King, and Thor has been gone for years, after spending his time as king in crippling depression and alcoholism. They could have spent more time talking about his reign, or Val’s reign, or just anything.

And finally, I feel like they should have spent a lot more time talking about who Thor is now. Starlord mentions it in the beginning, that Thor doesn’t really know who he is. And he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t care to think about it. And at the end of this movie, we should have had an answer. But I don’t think we do. And yes, at the end, Thor chooses to be a lover. He chooses to care, even if it means feeling shitty. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Who is the Thor who cares? Is he a warrior? A prince? He’s definitely not a king. Is he a father? A protector? A god? I don’t want it spelled out, I just think they should have focused more on his internal journey as well.

Omnipotence City.

I originally had a much bigger problem with this. I think the whole, mysterious, convenient city of the gods got a little too “Supernatural” for me. But it totally has comic basis, and it’s an important place for Thor to visit, to illustrate that the gods have become so proud and conceited that they’ve forgotten how they got the title of gods. They no longer protect their people, and instead rank each other based on how many lives were sacrificed in their name. I feel like it would’ve been cooler if TLAT had again, explored this a little more. Said that a real ‘god’ protects their people, and the people who worship them.

“Your ancestors called it Magic, and you call it science. I come from a realm where they are one in the same.” -Thor, Thor

“We are not gods. We’re born, we live, we die. Just as humans do.”- Odin, Thor: The Dark World

Asgardians only received their ‘god’ status because humans gave it to them. On visits to Midgard, Thor showed off his elemental lightning magic, and youthful promiscuity, and became the god of thunder, and the god of fertility. Tales of Odin’s campaign against the Jotun on Earth earned him the title as god of war, associated with wisdom, poetry and magic. The Jotun “devourers” earned the place as the evil in Norse bedtime stories. In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Asgardians are astoundingly powerful yet mortal beings, given the title of god because they are worshiped by the people of Earth.

I did like some things, though

Zeus’s greek accent- I don’t know, I’d just never heard any version of Zeus have his origins actual accent, and I think it was the right choice.

The way Jane’s cancer was treated was decidedly serious, but it wasn’t a pity party. I love when she breaks the sink. She’s tired, hurt, and desperate. But this is Dr. Jane Foster, a tough workaholic who has told only a few people about her diagnosis. I actually think Jane was meant to mirror Thor emotionally. Jane knows it doesn’t matter what she risks as Mightier Thor, because she is dying anyway. But instead of joking off and not caring, Jane actually works hard to do good with her remaining time. She is a hero.

The bit where Val kisses the Olympic girl’s hand was really cute (Though I know some people have problems with her representation as a “slutty bisexual” and I agree, i just feel like this moment in particular was nice.)

The colors! I loved the visuals in the battle with Gorr, the contrast of magic vs decay

Though I was kind of annoyed with the goats in the beginning (ANOTHER JOKE, really?) I liked the bifrost ship. It was really cool to see the carriage moving like that, and it gave the characters time to talk instead of just fast traveling everywhere.

I didn’t know how I felt about Thor’s new costume, I’m so used to him wearing silver, but I do like that his gold was used to contrast with Jane’s silver. Maybe even upping his shininess (he was competing with her in the beginning after all 😄)The dusting of him in gold after Omnipotence city and his use of the lightning bolt was really cool. Overall, this movie is so pretty.

The kids at the end was a really feel-good scene, though I wish it had a little more seriousness in it (maybe a close shot of Thor, realizing this was his only option, that these kids have to fight if they want to survive, he can’t protect all of them AND fight Gorr, then acting all cheery for their sakes.)

Thor and Jane holding pinkies going into battle🥰

I both did and didn’t like the assimilation of Asgardian culture into Midgard. Get money however you need to, but I feel like the tourist-trap ification would be really disappointing to the Asgardians who died. But I also know, that is exactly what would happen if there were an actual Asgardian settlement on Earth.

Jane and Val’s friendship was really great. I’m glad that even though we didn’t get to see it, those two bonded :)

The title? “Together they’re known as Love and Thunder” ethereal. Poetic cinema. The deepest part of the movie.

Overall, TLAT had some issues, and I can see why people were upset. But at the end of the day, its just a fun movie, and it should be enjoyed for what it is

#tlat spoilers #thor odinson #thor love and thunder #tlat criticism

2 notes · View notes

ootahime · 3 years

Text

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga 😈

this series will probably have more than one part because tumblr only lets me upload ten images per post </3

warning: there are disgustingly long paragraphs in here and delusions

chapter 32

utahime’s first introduction! akutami lets us know right off the bat that she thinks gojo is an idiot (so true).

chapter 32

i love the contrast between miwa and utahime’s reaction to gojo’s appearance.

chapter 33

NAH BC TELL ME WHY HE WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO NOT GET HER ONE LMAOOOO!! when he traveled overseas to meet with yuta, he picked up the tribal protection charms and thought to himself, “let’s get enough for the kyoto students as a gift since i am such a great and caring teacher, after all. mmm, i should skip utahime to make her mad~” this guy puts way too much effort into getting on her nerves. his mind = utahime brainrot

chapter 33

she’s laughing at him here because he’s getting disciplined for being a lil shit. i wonder...what would he say if he saw her laughing at him like that?

chapter 33

this interaction between them is a little strange don’t you think? i feel like over the years he’s learned how to pick up her mood based on the way she’s acting towards him. you’re probably thinking, “well any person can figure out how a person’s feeling based on the way they’re talking or acting.” yes, that’s absolutely true, but it’s kind of different with this. she’s acting normal. utahime has a rather indifferent expression on her face and what she says is spoken in a calm tone, but gojo still asks her if she’s mad at him. it’s likely that he knows her well enough to be able to notice these subtle things. even if she wasn’t actually mad at him, he was being considerate for a split second, then he went and said, “of course. i didn’t do anything wrong and all.” what a guy LOLOL. to me, this implies that maybe he made her genuinely angry in the past to the point where he realized that he went too far, and thus decided to be more careful of her feelings. she has definitely gotten annoyed at him so many times after that so whenever she seems angry, he probably asks himself if he took it too far. i’m curious to see if he can pick up if she’s upset with something that’s not involving him. would he console her? how does gojo satoru console someone?

despite him always annoying her, she’s still courteous and brings him a cup of tea during their talk. she didn’t have to go out of her way to get tea for him but she did. that’s the kind of person utahime is. a kind and caring woman who would never put her students in danger. in the anime they were sitting far away and not facing each other like they’re doing in the manga. she also has her own tea cup. i think that little panel of her placing the cup down on the table and him picking it up to take a sip is a nice little detail. it just proves that her hating him most of the time isn’t actually pure hatred but annoyance because of his shenanigans and teasing.

chapter 33

i touched upon this a little bit in my previous post, but i wish to go more in depth about this panel. first of all, he ends the sentence with her name twice. two times too many, mr. gojo. i like how they can be serious with each other too LOL. i wish we got to see them talk about the traitors because they did figure it out together after all. does it always end in bickering? can they interact with each other like adults all the way through? somehow, i feel like that’s not possible when it comes to these two. furthermore, notice how gojo confides in utahime about his suspicions. from what we know, she is the first person he brought it up to. i mean, i guess he has to start investigating the schools and would need extra assistance to save time, but he could have done it himself if he really wanted to. by deciding to ask for her help we know that he thinks she’s trustworthy, smart, and strong enough to face whatever considerable risks this task may entail.

i didn’t point this out in my other posts but see how he makes a hand sign in the last panel when she throws the cup at him? gojo is manually activating his infinity. why though? about a year after the whole star plasma vessel incident happened, gojo develops the ability to keep his infinity up at all times by using the reversed curse technique to consistently heal himself to prevent exhaustion. this means that it really makes no difference whether he leaves it on or off. there are a few times where we can witness someone actually touching gojo. for example, yuuji giving him a hug. did he turn his infinity off, or was it able to deduce that yuuji was not a threat? the erasers and pencils shoko and geto threw at him during his demonstration of his new ability aren’t dangerous normally, but is it the speed that makes them dangerous? even if it did hit him, it wouldn’t hurt. how does the infinity know when to allow an incoming object to touch gojo? i believe it is up to gojo himself to let things touch him; his infinity restricts anything and anyone. some people say it could just be the fact that water is not dangerous to him, so therefore, he has to manually put his infinity up. i thought this was a reasonable explanation as to why he put up the hand sign when the tea was thrown at him, but then i realized that it couldn’t be. remember the second opening? it’s raining and everyone is carrying an umbrella, then it pans to gojo with a bouquet in his hand and rain drops slipping off his infinity. if he DID manually put his infinity up to prevent getting soaked then that implies that he chose to turn his infinity off. you can argue and say that jujutsu high is a safe place with students so there’s no need to have his infinity there, but do you remember when he stepped on the ants in front of gakuganji and yaga? the ants were perfectly fine after which insinuates that his infinity prevented his shoes from crushing the ants. he most likely had his infinity on during the baseball game even though he was in a safe environment. how does this long tangent relate back to utahime? well, it simply indicates that gojo trusts utahime so much to the point where he can be vulnerable around her. turning off his infinity symbolizes completely letting down his guard in a way.

how about what happens next? utahime throws the tea at him, he turns on his infinity to deflect it, and he responds with, “scary! hysteric women aren’t popular, you know!” why would he even say that LMAO?? utahime doesn’t even try to deny what he said either. she just hits him with the good old, “i am your senpai!” could it be that he’s trying to poke fun of her relationship status? maybe, maybe not. doesn’t he like people a lil crazy? he did say that all jujutsu sorcerers have to be a little crazy because they’re willing to put themselves in danger constantly.

chapter 0 p.1

i wonder who he’s thinking of when he said that. could it be utahime? it seems like he’s reminiscing or thinking about someone. he wears an amused expression on his face as he laughs - almost like he’s seen his fair share of how scary women can get :>>

chapter 34

the pattern behind gojo and utahime is called yagasuri “fletching,” a traditional japanese design. this design is inspired by arrow fletching. it's a lucky charm for weddings and other celebrations since it's based on the Japanese belief that an arrow shot once never comes back. brides were given kimonos with this pattern for good luck during the edo era (1603–1868) to ensure they would not have to return to their original family home. this pattern can have numerous meanings such as steadfastness or determination to achieve a goal, or a wish for the happiness of the bride. there is a belief that a bow and arrow represent the fight against evil. honestly, this meaning fits the narrative of the story. utahime and gojo are unearthing the traitors that are feeding intel to the curse users and cursed spirits. they are in the middle while the kyoto students surround them, which could mean that it’s their job as adults to protect these children from the grasps of evil slowly making itself more prominent. do you also notice that the arrows are pointed toward utahime from gojo? from all the images i’ve seen, the arrows are usually pointed downward. what could this mean? is gojo trying to protect her (in the future (?)) or does he have a big fat crush smh...

i think it’s a good time to mention utahime’s clothing. she’s wearing miko attire. miko are shrine maidens who were once thought to be shamans (you connecting the dots?). in their service to shrines, miko used to perform spirit possession and takusen (in which the possessed person acts as a "medium" (yorimashi) to communicate the divine will or message of that kami (god) or spirit; also included in the category of takusen is "dream revelation" (mukoku), in which a kami appears in a dream to communicate its will). this was back in the old days, of course. to become a miko back then (shaman), one needed to have potential. neurosis, hallucinations, odd behavior, and hysteria (HYSTERIA HELLO???) are some of the signs that a person is being called to shamanism. when a miko is communicating with a kami (god) or spirit by acting as a medium, she is in a trance-like state, and so she must learn techniques to control herself when this happens. chanting and dancing were used to accomplish this, so the girl was taught melodies and intonations that were used in songs, prayers, and magical formulas. all of this could give us insight about utahime’s technique and explains why she’s good at singing :) maybe she can’t control herself when she uses her technique which is why she isn’t shown using it because it should be used for dire situations. i imagine being possessed by a spirit or god must consume a lot of cursed energy. it makes sense that utahime and gakuganji wear traditional clothing. they’re the staff of jujutsu high’s kyoto branch. in chapter 0, kyoto is known as the sacred land of jujutsu. it’s more traditional compared to tokyo. if you want to learn more about miko, you should check out the wikipedia page!

chapter 34

i swear he tries to annoy her every chance he gets. i bet he sets a goal for himself to see how many times utahime lectures him about respecting his seniors every time he’s within the same vicinity as her. at least he called her utahime-sensei!!!

chapter 40

this isn’t even a gojohime moment tbh...i just wanted to share a pic of them sitting next to each other HEHE. why are they sitting next to each other anyway? it’s not like they have assigned seating.

----

that was so long and i apologize for the gargantuan paragraphs you guys had to read through. i’m writing this at 4 in the morning and i’m feeling borderline delirious so i apologize if there are any errors. i’ll edit this when i have time <3

the next part should come shortly.

#gojohime #gouta #gojo x utahime

410 notes · View notes

lazypeachsoul · 3 years

Text

I wouldn't want to spend a minute lovin' anybody else.

Warnings: this fic has some sad moments and mentions of the blip. also kind of AU because I'm completely ignoring Natasha's canon end.

Word count: 4,2k (i got very carried away with this fic)

Summary: · Meeting the right person at the wrong time can be life changing when it doesn’t work out the way we desire. But if it's meant to be it will always happen, right?

A/N: This is my fic for the "Women of Marvel xReader Exchange" created by @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest . It was created for @im-holding-ontoyou and I hope you like it! gif by @natasharomanovgifs 🌼 ALSO; i haven't watched Black Widow yet so I'm sorry if something in this fic doesn't fit the new info we got about natasha.

Masterlist.

To be added to my taglist use this forms or write me an ask!

New York, 2015.

When you received the call from one of your bosses that you had a new case you would have never imagined how big that case would turn out to be.

You had been working for one of the most important law firms in New York for a year now, and you were getting kind of used to reading cases that would be narrated in the papers for months. Rich and entitled men, big divorces were they fight over who gets the yacht, one or two murder cases... if it revolved around the powerful people of New York city, your firm would get it.

When you got to the debriefing and were told that Tony Stark, one of the firm's most important clients, asked your team for assistance in the creation of some legislation with the newly created “Advanced Threat Containment Unit” you were more than surprised.

The events that the Avengers had caused (or saved us from, there were different opinions going around) in the small country of Sokovia were known all around the and it was only time before the most powerful officials asked for the regulation of ‘superhero activity’.

You weren’t important enough to actually attend the meetings that took place with the government, seeing as you had only passed your bar exam a little over a year prior, but you were deemed cheerful and nice enough to act as a nexus between the firm and the client.

For months you spent your days talking to Tony Stark and other members of The Avengers trying to explain what was being talked about. The first few meetings were a disaster, seeing as the mood was somber for the lives lost and nobody really understood your legal jargon. But slowly you started to transform your language and really tried to make the meetings as easy as possible for everyone present.

But who were you kidding, they really didn’t care about the meetings or the silly attorney being sent to explain something that was way above their paycheck. Well, at least Stark was gracious enough to set a coffee station with some pastries for the meeting. You were pouring the hot liquid into your to-go cup when your hand jerked and the hot liquid splashed your hand.

You could feel the sting of the burn but avoided further sudden movements trying not to make it worse. Before you could reach for a napkin to clean up the mess you made, a more dexterous and manicured hand reached for them and exchanged the hot cup in your hand for the bunch of papers.

“Careful, Stark always serves boiling coffee. I think it’s to mask that it’s not the best quality.”

You lifted your gaze from your hand and found a pair of deep green eyes gazing back. You would have thought that spending numerous meetings in the company of superheroes would make you less susceptible to their powerful auras, but being this close to Natasha Romanoff made your heart beat a bit faster.

“Yeah, I found out the hard way.” You joked, lifting your hand a bit. “You would guess one of the richest people in the world would actually serve good coffee...”

Seeing her crack a smile made you feel less tense. Sometimes you forget they are still normal people. Normal people who could kill you with their bare hands and had superhuman powers. She placed your cup on the food table, apparently not bothered by how hot it must have been, and pushed her hand in your direction.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff.” You wrapped your hand around hers and shook it, biting your tongue trying not to tell her of course you knew her name. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself in earlier meetings, we were all trying to come to terms with what had happened.”

“No worries, I can only imagine how hard it must have been for all of you.” You nodded and tried to show her sympathy, trying to avoid thinking about all the lives affected by the fight. “Oh sorry, I’m-”

Natasha quickly cut you off, speaking your name before you could even say it. You could feel your cheeks get warmer at the idea that they actually knew who you were, and she probably could sense your mood change because she quickly explained.

“I know who you are, you send us at least two emails a week about these meetings and FRIDAY always announces you before you arrive.”

“Who announces me?” You asked curiously at the mention of a name you recognized.

“FRIDAY. It’s the name of Stark’s AI technology. It works all around the tower and it’s there to make life easier for everyone.” She explained pointing around at the speakers strategically placed around the room.

“Oh, I get emails from Friday sometimes. Most of them are asking me to translate or explain something about the debriefing because Mr.Stark is not interested in legal terms.” Both you and Natasha laughed at the thought.

But she quickly recomposed and tried to look serious again when she heard her teammates coming in to get ready for the meeting.

“I wanted to ask you about that. Do you think we could schedule a meeting so that you could explain some things about the legislation of the A.T.C.U.?” She spoke lower than she had when the two of you were alone and you wondered why she didn’t want her colleagues to know about the meeting.

“Ye-Yeah, of course I can.” You were confused but thought it would be in your best interest, and the firm’s, to say yes to the proposal. And a meeting with a very attractive and definitely interesting woman was not something that happened constantly for you.

“Great, thank you.” She smiled warmly and squeezed your hand that you hadn’t even realized was still wrapped around hers from the introduction. “I can promise you better coffee.”

You could only hum in response, still trying to piece together what she might want from the meeting. But your thoughts were quickly cut off when Stark entered the room and you moved to start the reunion.

During the entire meeting you could feel the dull pain in your hand from the scorching coffee and the feeling of a pair of green eyes watching your every move.

Vienna, 2016.

The situation had only gone downhill from the Battle of Sokovia. The public’s opinion on the Avengers was at an all-time-low and that made terrorist groups bold. They knew that if they struck and caused enough chaos, the blame would fall on the good guys that tried to stop them.

The only thing that seemed to be a stable thing in your life was Natasha. Well, as stable as dating a superhero might be. She was busy a lot, but you understood the importance of her job and you were quite busy too gaining importance within the law firm.

And even if sometimes terrorists and criminals got in the way you still found a moment to spend together, wrapped around each other without having to think about how messed up life was.

You thought Lagos was the blow that would make everything tumble, the Sokovia accords were unveiled and it broke the Avengers, and your girlfriend. You could feel how torn she was at her decision of some of her friends to oppose the signing and go on the run, and her own decision to subordinate to the United Nations mandate. But you realized how small that had been when king T’Chaka was killed at the UN.

You had been at the UN as part of the USA legal team that participated in the writing and monitoring of the accords. Your participation in the negotiations almost broke your relationship but you were able to recover once you explained your position and Natasha actually came to an understanding of it.

Natasha was also in Vienna when everything went down, you hadn’t managed to properly see her because she was one of the signers and they sat at the assembly while other guests sat at the amphitheater watching the retransmission.

You hadn’t been able to properly see her all day, seeing as she took a detour before flying to Austria. You were only able to communicate through texts where you tried to make the situation more comfortable for her and she promised a peaceful european trip to celebrate the signing.

When the bomb went off and all hell broke loose the first thing you tried to do was look for her, she was at the epicenter of the explosion and you just wanted to see if she was okay. You saw her from afar when you were being pushed to the outside of the building while they swiped the perimeter.

She sat with T’Challa before he jumped from the bench and stomped away. Natasha looked around and your gazes crossed, immediately melting away some of the worry. You tried to push your way through the crowd to get to her, but police and security didn’t budge.

You never took your eyes off of her, scared that if you did she would disappear. But she did move her gaze to her phone and the look that crossed her face when she heard the voice at the other side told you it was a very important call.

Once the call was over and she looked at you again you knew that would probably be the last time you would see her in some time. You hadn’t known Natasha as long as some of her colleagues had, but you could proudly say you could understand what she wanted to say with just a look. And the look on her face in that moment read close to a goodbye.

New York, 2018.

It had been two years since the fall of Helmut Zemo and part of the Avengers was still on the run. And it maybe wouldn’t have had that big of an impact on you if it wasn’t because Natasha had also been on the run for that long.

You had heard about what happened at the Leipzig airport and how Natasha had changed alliances to join Captain America’s fight. You had been heartbroken at the news knowing that any resemblance of normality that you still hope for was destroyed.

You had spent months wondering what had made her change her mind. Had she thought about your conversations about the accords? Had she even remembered you, waiting for her back in New York, when she decided to go on the run?

A part of you tried to convince you of how selfish thinking about that was, why would she think about you when the future of her team and friends was at stake? But also you were her girlfriend, she should have thought about the implications that might have had for you.

In those years you had mourned your relationship and after the grieving period you tried to rebuild your life. New friends, a new position and new chances to take. And it went okay...at least until someone opened their mouth to talk about superheroes or The Avengers. Years down the line and it was still on people’s minds.

On special occasions you would receive anonymous gifts at your office or your apartment. The first birthday after the war you sobbed for fifteen minutes when you saw the bunch of flowers. There was no name or indicative of who might have sent them, that was until you looked better at the card and saw the small red hourglass painted in the corner.

The gifts continued. Every case you won, promotion, birthday or holiday a bunch of flowers would be delivered to you with the same note.

In a way it gave you a sense of peace knowing she was okay and still thought of you. But the more you thought about it the angrier you got at how she had left you.

You didn’t expect a message from your boss to run to the Avengers compound and assess some situation between Coronel Rhodes and Thaddeus Ross. Although the team had crumbled, your company was still hired to legally represent the remaining members and moderate situations that might arise with the government.

You entered the compound expecting another bureaucratic complaint about their activity but you found a trickier situation. The meeting room was filled with people you thought you would never see again.

Captain Rogers was sitting on one of the chairs sporting a new look that made you almost not recognize him and a tense demeanor. Next to him was Sam Wilson, looking around at the smallest of movements and trying to assess the situation. Wanda Maximoff was standing on the furthest corner of the room playing with her rings, meanwhile Vision was apparently being checked out for a wound. What kind of wounds a synthezoid could get was beyond your understanding.

“Thank you for coming so quickly, I might have angered Secretary Ross during a meeting.” Rhodey came up to you with a nervous smile.

You had gotten closer to him thanks to your job seeing as he was the one doing the dirty superhero work.

“Yeah, I got that much from the text. Nothing new then.” You tried to joke to diffuse the tension in the room. “It would have been nice to know you had guests though.”

“We are not guests. Last time I checked this was our home too.”

That voice made your blood freeze. You should have expected her there, all her friends had returned and the chance of her being back too was almost 100%. But hearing her voice again after two years was not something you expected.

You bit your tongue before you could talk about how it’s not a home if you abandon it, but decided against it. This was a fight between them, not Natasha and you.

“I need you to work with the government to avoid this situation becoming a disaster.” Rhodey explained and you scoffed.

“Rhodey, I’m a lawyer not a politician. I have as much power in this as you might have.” You tried to lay your point across but it was difficult with all eyes on the interaction. “Hell, I have even less power than you do.”

“Then I need you to distract them enough to get them off our shoulders.” He pressed. “Something big is coming and we need all the strength we can get.”

You thought about it for a moment. If it was true that something big was coming, the Avengers were the best option to fight it.

“I’m in.” You scoffed at his smile and sat down in one of the chairs of the meeting room. “I’m not ready for the world to end yet.”

The meeting went on for a while. You called bosses, government officials and everyone that would listen to your distractions. You sent emails that would flood their inboxes for days so that they couldn’t read any news that might reach them about what the superheroes had in mind.

It was late at night when a cup of steaming liquid was placed next to you. You looked at it and saw that it was some kind of herbal tea, probably made to relax the drinker. You followed the hand that was still holding the mug until you reached Natasha’s face.

You had done your best to ignore her looming presence in the room but now there was no distraction. Looking at her you could see tiredness in her face. She was platinum blonde now, a look that weirdly suited her, but her face still looked as welcoming to you as it always did.

You tried to stop the flashbacks to the last time you saw it in person in Vienna, but they kept replaying in your head until her voice broke you out of the loop.

“I thought you might need it, I remember how nervous calls used to make you.”

She was smiling but you could tell it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Yeah, I guess I got over it since I got my promotion. Now I spend a long portion of my day making calls.”

She hummed and sat down next two you, but leaving a chair in between you as a safe space.

“I read about it in an article, I sent you flowers to celebrate.”

“I got them. And the Christmas ones. On my birthday too.” You enumerated the times you had gotten the plants in the past two years. “You must have spent an awful amount of money buying me so many flowers.”

“You deserved it, you still do.” She shrugged and that’s when you noticed she had her own mug of warm tea in her other hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate with you.”

You laughed into your mug sarcastically. Out of everything you expected her to say this wasn’t one of them.

“Did you really? Because you didn’t seem to consider me much when you went on the run for two years.”

Natasha paled when she heard your tone. She probably wasn’t used to situations like these but you weren’t going to let her go without an apology at least.

“I was trying to do the best for-”

“-for the world. I get it, Natasha, I do.” You tried to contain your emotions but it was getting harder with every word. “Relationships are supposed to be teamwork. I know you are always too busy playing heroes and I never judged you for that, I just wish you would have trusted me enough to tell me before you disappeared.”

She was silent and knowing Natasha it’s because she was probably overwhelmed with the display of feelings. But she needed to hear how bad you had felt.

After minutes of waiting for an answer from her and getting nothing but sighs you shook your head and looked back at the computer screen.

“I guess it was a case of the right person, wrong time.” You shrugged trying to find distraction in the flurry of letters in your email inbox. “Or at least it was for me.”

She got up from her seat without a word and you grew exasperated. Why had she even approached you if then she wasn’t willing to have an adult, two sided conversation? She was almost at the door when you heard her voice again.

“Please never doubt how much I love you. I made some bad choices but dating you was not one of them.”

New York, 2024.

Time apparently flies by when you are erased from the face of the earth. One day you are in your office working late and the next you appear five years in the future with no recollection of what might have happened.

You were taken by authorities to impromptu camps and one by one examined to check your identities. The entire thing seemed to be something out of one of the dystopian novels you used to read as a teenager.

When it was your turn you gave them all the information you had on what had happened. You had given them your name and personal information and apparently had been a very searched person because the computer started beeping as soon as your name was introduced in the database.

You were moved to a secluded part of the camp and kept in an isolated room for god knows how long. Your stomach was in knots during the entire situation and you could feel the cold sweat on you. That mixed with the metallic taste on your tongue you knew this time your anxiety was justified. You were almost dizzy because of how hard you were thinking about the entire situation and trying to make sense of it.

When you heard the door of the room open you jumped up, discarding on the floor a makeshift blanket that had been placed on your shoulders when you got there. Your legs almost gave out at the movement and your heart felt like it was going to burst out.

The door opened enough for you to see who had been searching for you. Natasha stepped through the door still dressed in her tactic gear and with tiredness written all over her face. But that feeling seemed to almost disappear when she finally saw you.

With quick movements she stepped into the room and wrapped her arms around you tightly. For some reason that action was the trigger that you needed to let all your emotions consume you.

You started sobbing uncontrollably at the unknown. You didn’t understand what happened or how you are here, but feeling her embrace helped you feel safe in a way. It had been years since you last hugged her but it still felt as good as back in 2015.

You could hear Natasha’s soothing shushes in between your sobs and you moved to hold her tighter.

“You are here. I can’t believe I found you again.” She spoke softly and you didn’t know if she was speaking to you or herself. “It’s okay darling. I’m here and I’m not letting you go again. I promise.”

And with that promise a ray of hope made way between all the fear you felt.

Missouri, 2025.

Soft music could be heard all around the ground floor of the house. The soft beat was upbeat enough to get the morning started but not enough to be overwhelming if you had just woken up. You were sitting on the kitchen island looking at the news on your phone and having breakfast.

Mornings were usually very calm around the homestead and you couldn’ be more thankful for that. It allowed you to silently prepare your breakfast and coffee and get a headstart on Natasha’s breakfast too.

Since she had retired, Natasha had discovered a newfound love for sleeping in and you didn’t dare to take that away from her. She deserved it from all the work she had done in her life.

You, meanwhile, tried to get up early to scroll through the cases that you got in your new and smaller job and schedule meetings or emails.

It was a Saturday so work wasn’t a thing and you could actually enjoy your toast and coffee in peace. Or at least until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle and pulled you back against Natasha.

“Good morning baby, how did you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” You could feel her smile when she kissed your cheek from behind. “You weren’t there when I woke up though.”

You shrugged before moving to get a bite out of your toast. Natasha tried to do the same but you quickly moved it away from her with a smile. She tried again and you moved as fast as your reflexes allowed you.

“C’mon baby, give me a bite” “No, it’s my toast. You can make your own.” “But it tastes better when you make it.” “No it doesn’t, don’t be lazy.”

The playful fight continued for a few moments until she got close enough to get a small bit but you moved it again.

“Don’t make me bite you, darling.”

You chuckled at her threat and plopped the remaining toast on the plate in front of you. Breakfast didn’t matter much anymore. You threw yourself into her arms and pressed your lips against hers. It wasn’t a slow and sensual kiss, it was closer to how small kids smooch their parents. But you knew it would convey your love more deeply.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Nat.” You spoke against her lips and squaked when you felt her playfully nip at your bottom lip.

“Is now a good time?”

That question had become recurring in your household, a nod to the phrase you said when you found eachother again after being separated the first time.

“I couldn’t think of a more perfect time.”

And you couldn’t. The rest of your life spent in a homestead with your girlfriend and whatever life might bring? It sounded absolutely delightful.

Taglist: @tagehaya @flyforeverfree @rooskaya-yelena @evalynanne @insanitybyanothername @princessayveke @yelenabelovasgf @kyli314

#natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fic #marvel x reader

268 notes · View notes

young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

Text

The Sommelier (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 1

Ding dong fannibals I’m back on my bullshit :)

I discovered that I cannot for the life of me be concise so this one might come in a couple parts. I don't anticipate it's gonna go as long as Cult Girl but we'll see. Y/n is an introverted waitress at a fancy restaurant with a crush on a mysterious regular. An encounter with a dangerous criminal pulls her into his world.

Trigger warnings: graphic descriptions of violence; implied drug use; religiously-motivated violence.

In some ways, waitressing was the perfect job for an introvert. Customers didn’t see you as a person, they saw you as an NPC. As long as that was the case, you weren’t expected to engage with them beyond the script: you take their order, bring them the food and they, hopefully, leave a tip. To ensure that, you perfected the art of fake happiness. You were there to make money, not friends.

Well, there was an exception to every rule. Yours was the sommelier.

The sommelier was a regular at the restaurant, but never ordered a meal. He mostly just sat at the bar, drank expensive wine, and watched the people come and go for hours at a time. Among the waitstaff, he was a bit of a local cryptid. Waitresses whispered about the handsome gentleman with an unidentifiable accent and deep pockets. About how lucky you had to be to score a bartending shift on one of the nights he showed up. It got to the point where bartending shifts were swapped like currency, because every woman on staff wanted the chance to meet the sommelier.

One of the more religious line chefs liked to remind you all that the devil would come as everything you could ever desire. He was fully convinced that the sommelier was Satan incarnate, and he wasn’t completely off the mark. Standing at six feet tall with features sharp enough to cut diamonds, the sommelier wouldn’t look out of place in a vampire thriller. He always dressed in dark suits. Your coworkers hypothesized this was so the bloodstains wouldn’t show. Despite the chef’s well-intended (if not condescending) warnings, even the threat of eternal damnation couldn’t scare you off.

As much as you liked to believe you were above stupid workplace gossip, you knew you weren’t. You were never the most socially adept person, but this gave you something to connect over. It’s how you discovered that you and the other waitresses were all in the same boat; broke, lonely and in desperate need of some excitement. And if that came in the form of a wine-loving vampire taking a liking to your restaurant, there were certainly worse ways to go.

Unfortunately, not even the chance at encountering the sommelier could make you look forward to working Easter Sunday. Your manager had you working from noon to midnight that day. As employers went, he wasn’t much of a tyrant. He offered you time and a half and even let you switch from waiting tables to bartending halfway through the shift. He, too, knew how coveted the bartending shifts were. And you weren’t in any position to refuse, either. You quite enjoyed having a roof over your head and food in your stomach.

That didn’t make up for the fact that most of the other twenty-something employees had left for the holiday, and you were one of the few stragglers left available. Easter was the most dreaded workday of the year, because the infamous after-church crowd quadrupled in size and lasted all day. They came in double-digit parties, had no concept of birth control and tipped in prayer. Too many times had you reached for what looked like a generous cash tip, only to find that it was a church pamphlet disguised as a fifty.

You clocked in at noon exactly, after waiting for the second hand to pass the twelve just to be sure.

“[F/N]!” Your coworker, Charissa, grabbed your attention before you could walk away. “I heard you’re at the bar this evening. Congratulations.”

“He’s not going to show up, Charissa.” You rolled your eyes. You decided to go into this shift expecting the absolute worst, that way you wouldn’t be setting yourself up for disappointment. “It’s Easter.”

“You don’t know that.” Charissa nudged you in the side.

You grinned. “Why would a vampire come to dinner on the one day everyone is gonna be wearing a cross?”

“Oh, shit, I didn’t think of that.” Charissa gasped. “Well, good luck anyway.”

The first wave of customers filing through the door and filling the restaurant with noise pushed all optimism out of your head. Sighing, you approached a person that Charissa had already seated.

“Hi, my name is [F/N], I’ll be your server today.” You greeted the first customer in your block. “Can I get you something to drink today?”

The man couldn’t have been a day over twenty-five, if that. He was still lively in a way that meant he hadn’t experienced the drain that was a minimum wage job. He was wearing a shirt that said ‘on fire for Christ’ under a flannel with no buttons. One look and you knew he wasn’t going to tip.

The man flashed a row of eerily white teeth. “I thought you said you would bring the wine?”

You momentarily thought you’d already taken his drink order and shook your head. “I’m sorry, did I--”

“Ah, I see your confusion.” The man shrugged and forced a laugh. “You’re waitressing this week, you and I are going on a date next week. My mistake.”

Great. You thought. It hasn't even been five minutes and I'm already being gaslit.

Any interaction that forced you to go off-script was bad, but this was a particularly irritating diversion. “Would you like to see a wine list?”

“I’m Chase.” He said. “It’s nice to meet you, [F/N].”

“Have you decided on a drink?” You repeated, trying not to grit your teeth too obviously.

"I'll have a glass of your finest coke, please." He faked an English accent, poorly.

"We only carry Pepsi products." You said, dreading how this joker would react to such a minor inconvenience.

He threw his head back and made a face like he had just taken a bullet to the chest. "No, it's gotta be coke! It's coke or nothing!"

"Did you want something else, then?" You tried to hurry him along. "The bartender makes a very nice mimosa-"

He smacked the table as if he had some urgent question. "McDonald's or Chick-Fil-A? There is a right answer, so choose wisely."

"...uh," You mumbled, just praying that he would order a drink already. There wasn't even a Chick-fil-A in the area. "I like McDonald's."

Again, he acted like he was shot in the chest. "Oh, you're down zero to two!"

"If you need a few minutes to select a drink," You said. "I can come back-"

He grabbed your arm and forced a laugh. "I'm just kidding around with you, [F/N]. Pepsi is fine."

You scribbled the order down on your notepad, mostly just to pry your wrist from his grip. You wanted to go into the bathroom and scrub yourself down, but perhaps it was just easier to chop the whole arm off. That way you could get worker's compensation, too.

The tables were filling up and you had spent far too long coaxing a drink order out of this youth pastor creep. You had actual families to wait on. The shift was off to a horrible start.

You made him wait for as long as you could get away with. You took drink orders from three full booths before returning to the youth pastor. Because you knew he was raring to corner you again.

You planted the pop in front of him, the glass already wet with condensation. "Have you decided on a meal?"

"I was just looking over this menu and something caught my eye." He began, looking at the holiday menu your manager had printed off. "This rack of lamb, it's a special, right?"

"Right." You nodded. "It's a pretty large meal, though, so I'd recommend sharing it-"

"No, y'see.." he cut you off. "Jesus was the lamb of god. He died on the cross for your sins. And, look!"

He pointed to the menu. "It says it's a 'praying hands' lamb!"

"Oh!" You forced yet another smile. "I can see the confusion. That just refers to how the rack is arranged."

"I think it's a sign from god." He said.

You demonstrated the shape of the dish with your fingers. "See, the rib bones are long and the racks are Frenched, so the dish takes the shape of a pair of, well, praying hands."

"I'll take it." He nodded furiously.

He took a sharp breath in through his nose and you started to seriously wonder if his definition of "coke or nothing" had a double meaning. It formulated in your head as a joke, but it became more and more of a serious inquiry by the minute.

You leaned in just slightly to get a closer look at his face. Some details you hadn't noticed before were beginning to come into focus. His eyes were vacant and glassy. A small but noticeable stream of blood trickled from his nostril.

"Sir?" You said in a clear, projected voice. "Is there someone I could call for you?"

He turned his head. "Jesus died for your sins."

You looked around the room for any sign of your manager, a supervisor or anyone with a shred of authority. "This man needs help!"

In your haste to call attention to the situation, you didn't see him pick up his steak knife.

"You want to know what Jesus felt when you pierced him?" He muttered, just loud enough for your ears alone.

You felt the serrated knife puncture your skin before you had time to process his words. The pain shot through your body, making you freeze in place.

A chorus of screams filled the restaurant. Blood was pouring from the open wound in a quantity you didn't think possible. Underneath, the knife went straight through your hand and into the table.

The man gripped the handle and gave it a twist, a look of horrifying pleasure on his face. At this point, several people had stepped in to restrain him. He was tall and athletic and could easily overpower many of the other customers, which he did. He found another steak knife and began to cut throats while chanting an incomprehensible prayer.

An older woman claiming to be a doctor rushed to your side. She made a makeshift tourniquet from a napkin and a butter knife. Everything after that was a blur. You struggled to stay conscious as the woman tried to guide the knife from the table while keeping it embedded in your hand.

Soon enough, police and ambulances arrived on the scene. The woman placed you in the care of one of the many EMTs, then rushed away to assist the others.

"I'm just doing what Jesus says!" The youth pastor shouted, before gouging his knife into another man's throat. "Spreading his love!"

The officers notably didn't open fire and made an attempt to de-escalate. Maybe that was how the youth pastor was able to escape.

#hannibal nbc #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #tw religion #tw christianity #long form #tw customer service #tw blood #tw violence

220 notes · View notes

thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

Note

What do you think would happen if one of the Cullens realized they might also be "in love" with Bella during Twilight along side Ed. Mates be damned (not like their marriages are gonna last anyway), and everyone's on the table (just 1 love rival, not at the same time buuuuut could you imagine the chaos? *cough*). The usual Bella eaten/killed by Eddy boi is def on the table obvie, but like do you think there's a chance he might concede to one of his family (or just any other alternatives)? -Sw

Oh boy.

Why I Don’t Think This Is a Possibility

That said, I have to caveat that I don’t think this is a very likely path (sorry, I cannot resist).

It’s true I don’t think any of the Cullen relationships will last in the long term, but I also don’t think they’re inclined to cheat on one another or fall apart at a moment’s notice. They’ve made it this long, several decades, but more, none of them realizes anything is lacking from their respective relationship.

Carlisle and Esme are very devoted to one another and don’t realize they have fundamentally conflicting values. Jasper and Alice think they fulfil each other’s needs and don’t realize that they share nothing in common. Rosalie and Emmett’s is the healthiest relationship in the house but don’t see their major issues (Emmett doesn’t really support or understand Rosalie and Rosalie loves Emmett mostly for his love of her).

My point being, none of them are going to realize it’s not working out anytime soon. They’re going to need a catalyst, and per the end of Twilight, one is coming. Either a confrontation with the Volturi occurs, Renesmee decides to leave, the Cullen lifestyle changes, or things with Bella go awry. It can be any number of things, and it will happen given time, but at the start of Twilight we haven’t hit that point yet.

There’s also the fact that of the Cullens, only Edward would do this nonsense, and even for him it takes Bella’s delicious blood to grab his attention. When she was an ordinary human, he was not interested in the slightest, not even in her gift.

Each of the Cullens (Sans Alice and Esme) is completely baffled by Edward’s emotional whiplash and attachment to this human girl he doesn’t even know. Bella only becomes a vague concept to them when she enters as a serious fixture in Edward’s life, but even then, they really don’t know what to think.

No one in the family will do what Edward did in Twilight. Look at this girl they don’t even know and say “Ah, yes, I’m in love.”

Now, that out of the way, let’s play ball.

Alice

This actually will work out shockingly well if only because I suspect Alice will come up with the pragmatic solution of “sharing”.

First, Alice is by far the closest Cullen member to Edward. He holds her in high esteem, feels a strong sense of kinship with her, actually confides in her, and sees her as a very close friend. Edward looks up to Carlisle and adores Esme, but it’s not the same.

If Alice sees herself as getting together with Bella I don’t think she’d see this as mutually exclusive to Edward having Bella. Alice cares deeply for Edward’s happiness, far more than she does Bella’s general existence, and I think the idea of entering a joint marriage with Edward and Bella would be very appealing to her.

She’d have to ease Edward into it, of course, as he’d balk at the very idea of it, but I think he’d see it as a strengthening of his and Alice’s relationship as well as having the wonderful Bella. Better yet, Alice can be physical with Bella while Edward can go compose music about their love.

As it is this... This is kind of what happens in canon.

Alice tells Edward that not only is he in love with Bella, but that Bella is going to be her best friend, so he better not muck it up. She has to ease him into the idea of being in love with Bella throughout the first part of Twilight. Then, when the relationship is solidified, Alice is right there introducing herself as Bella’s new BFF. Bella’s friendship with Alice throughout the series is extremely homoerotic and I imagine it remains so after Breaking Dawn.

Edward is very pleased that Bella counts Alice as her best friend, Alice being far and away his favorite sibling and the one he approves of Bella spending time with (generally, when she’s not foiling his schemes).

I don’t think Alice and Bella will ever have sex, per se, but I imagine they remain quite physical with each other and Edward looks on with approval thinking to himself that this is how all female friendships should be.

And if Jasper has the nagging suspicion his wife is cheating on him then he’s not functioning quite well enough to put it into words just yet.

Carlisle

Edward would lose his mind.

First, Edward is very into Carlisle, and for all he insists his feelings are filial they sound remarkably romantic. I’d drop a quote, but it’s pretty much every time Edward thinks of Carlisle in Midnight Sun. More than that, Carlisle is the man Edward aspires to be, someone he sees as profoundly more good than he could ever hope to be.

Edward projects a very similar personality onto Bella herself.

So, I imagine if Carlisle sits Edward down and says, “Actually, Edward, I have fallen in love with this Bella” Edward feels very conflicting things all at once.

On the one hand, this means Esme/Carlisle is collapsing. Edward personally brought those two together and adores the idea of their relationship. Their relationship is what he hopes his and Bella’s will look like and is to him the married ideal of a perfect Mother and a perfect Father.

Carlisle/Esme alone falling apart would give him a complete existential crisis. That’s not allowed to happen.

And then that Carlisle wants Bella Swan for himself?! Edward would be faced with the immediate,horrifying, thought that for all Carlisle is a vampire he would be the perfect man for saint like Bella. Carlisle and Bella deserve one another, would be perfect together, and Edward should not begrudge them that.

On the other hand, Edward himself is in love with Bella, and while he thought he could nobly leave her, now he has to nobly stand to the side and watch as Carlsile and her marry. It’d be a very romantic and tragic thing to do, but there’s leaving Bella to her human life, and then watching her up front for the rest of eternity while bitterly hiding his feelings.

More, Carlisle will turn her. If Bella is his true love, then there’s no question of that. Edward’s seen where this goes with Emmett. He will destroy Bella Swan to be with her forever, and Edward will have to live with the shell of Bella Swan staring back at him, fucking his father, forever.

I imagine Edward desperately pretends to concede to Carlisle, to be happy for the pair of them, but as things progress and Bella’s permanent position in the family looks more and more likely, he loses his mind. He’ll snap and there is no telling what he might do.

My money’s on him mercy killing Bella while she’s still human behind Carlisle’s back. He’s sobbing while he does it, but he just can’t let Bella be tarnished by vampirism, and now he will carry this tragic, terrible, secret for the rest of time.

Whether Carlisle was going to turn her or not is up to debate. Given he turned none after Emmett, I think he learned his lesson from Rosalie and would be more than willing to let Bella go, even if he loves her, should it mean he would not force something she does not want and does not understand upon her.

That said, I think he’d never tell Edward his feelings for Bella, as that would ruin Edward’s fledgling relationship with the girl. This is Edward’s first brush with love and seems to be the only romantic love he’ll ever have. Edward has been so miserable for so long that Carlisle would easily give up his own happiness for Edward.

So, more likely, Twilight would happen anyway and Carlisle would spend the entire time being utterly miserable and pretending he’s perfectly fine. LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS, ESME.

Emmett

Edward tattles to Rosalie immediately.

He loves Emmett, but he knows Emmett can’t possibly be serious about this, and more, fundamentally doesn’t understand how wonderful and amazing Bella is. He wants to turn her into a vampire, clearly, Emmett doesn’t know what’s best for the girl.

More, a man who would so easily break his marriage vows (even to Rosalie), does not deserve Bella Swan.

Edward watches Rosalie and Emmett’s marriage utterly disintegrate with a juice box filled with mountain lion blood and swoops in on Bella while Emmett is thoroughly distracted. Edward then gaslights Bella into believing Emmett is dangerous and despises her, making Emmett the new and improved Jasper.

Esme

Esme would never tell Edward or likely even realize her feelings for Bella herself. If she did though, she would give up the possibility of a future with Bella Swan in a heartbeat for Edward’s happiness, which means everything to her.

Esme will have no regrets, won’t even smile sadly at Bella, because she has Carlsile as her consolation prize and she gets to see the joy in both Bell and Edward’s faces which is far more important than having Bella to herself.

Esme would live vicariously through Bella and Edward’s relationship as well as the very existence of Renesmee.

Like Alice, this is one of those things that’s pretty much canon. I won’t say anything for Esme’s feelings, it’s more that Esme ships Bella with Edward (and mostly because Edward himself comes to obsess over her), but she does seem to vicariously get her joy through their nuclear family within the Cullen family.

Esme is a very strange person.

Jasper

Edward would attempt to murder Jasper or at least severely injure him. Jasper would be the ultimate threat to Bella, not even a man unworthy of her but not a man at all, and exactly what Edward needs to protect Bella against.

Alice tries to stop the fight, to no avail, and Edward will ultimately lose (despite all his confidence). I imagine Jasper doesn’t kill him, but tears apart his limbs, and uses Edward’s lack of mobility to kidnap and then turn Bella.

Bella has no idea what’s happening and the next thing she knows she’s a vampire and Jasper is telling her they have to leave the area (as he must now leave the coven).

Edward tries to track them down for the rest of eternity. He will get vengeance upon Jasper and save Bella this terrible demonic existence forced upon her. Of course, he ends up lost in Rio.

Rosalie

Edward would tell her that her feelings cannot possibly be real. Bella is a woman. More, Rosalie is unworthy of Bella in every possible regard, even more so than Edward himself.

Basically, Edward would lay into Rosalie in a way that he never has before with all of his venom. He will do everything he can to sabotage Bella’s opinion of Rosalie before Rosalie can even get a word in edgewise. He is successful at it due to Bella’s perilously low self esteem (much the reason he was successful with this endeavor in canon).

Rosalie and Edward get in a vicious fight and I imagine Rosalie eventually confronts Bella, making an opportunity to do so, and both warns her away from Edward, tells her everything, and offers to turn her despite Rosalie’s own mixed experiences.

Rosalie and Edward probably then fight and it quickly turns into something that’s very serious. If Edward wins, he murders Rosalie in the heat of the moment, and then leaves the coven in horror over what Carlisle must think of him now. If Rosalie wins... I don’t think she will, she cares for Edward far too much and would never truly be able to aim to kill or maim.

Edward disappears, drowning in his self hatred, and returns to find Bella Swan at some later date unable to resist the call of her scent. Depending where she is in her life, he likely murders her human husband if she has one and dvours her, as Alice prophesied so long ago.

236 notes · View notes

thebadbatch · 3 years

Note

Hii, can I request Crosshair being send by the empire to delay a rebel politician reader with the excuse of protecting her, but it happens to be a mission longer than expected and they start bonding and such? Thank you

A /N: l hope this is what you were looking for! I really liked writing this one so it's longer than the other oneshots I've written because I got carried away!

Imperial!Crosshair x Fem!RebelSenate

Plot: The empire have taken over the planet you try to protect and you've been assigned an imperial guard to protect you from the Bounty Hunter's who want you dead or for their own use. Crosshair ends up being your guard and connections blossom throughout the ongoing mission.

Warnings: Detailed description of Violence and a light mention of blood.

------------

Delay

"Why on Stars would you think I'd accept somebody from the Empire to protect me?" You shouted, anger clearly coating your voice as you spoke to your helpers. One sighed and stood forward, gently walking with you through the large and rather extravagant hallways of the place you were assigned to stay. "Don't you understand I'm a rebel? I speak for peace." Your helper nodded lightly, doing her best to remain professional.

"The planet you speak for is under the Empire now, my lady." She paused as you both continued to walk where you'd be greeted with the being who said they'd have to protect you. Things didn't feel right though, it was all so sudden but you had no choice but to leave your questions unanswered otherwise the Empire would silence you once and for all. "Please, allow them to give you their protection - just until things calm down." Nodding slightly in agreement you couldn't help but sigh as imperial ships came into view, storm troopers littering the streets whilst an admiral came to greet you whilst a darker clothed storm trooper stood behind him.

"Ah, senator y/n - I'm glad to hear the news that you've accepted our protection from bounty hunters set to kill you." Rolling your eyes, you soon narrowed your gaze onto him.

"Well it's not like I had much of a choice, is it?" Your words were coated in venom which only made the admiral laugh lightly sending wary shivers down your spine. You had spent years giving people hope, but now you were working alongside the very thing you swore to destroy.

"I'm sure time with your newly assigned guard will change your view of things and you'll give out a good word for the Empire." The trooper stepped forward and removed his helmet to place it under his arm. His hair was a light silver, an interesting mark lay over his eye which only left you with burning questions. "This trooper is named Crosshair, he's the current leader of our newly formed Elite squad. This building will be on complete lockdown until the bounty hunters are eliminated, our trooper will be sure to defend you with his life."

"Yes sir." Crosshair confirmed, his voice was filled with mystery and confidence which just made you shiver.

"I appreciate your time and service, admiral." You had to practically bite your tongue to muster out those words. There was no other choice but to go along with it until there was some sort of reliable plan to get out of here.

Turning your attention to Crosshair you thought the day through, "Come then, i'll show you around." He nodded and began to trail after you, a serious expression glued to his face. Showing him each individual area on the floor you were assigned to did take some time, but it was worth the protection and the longer this lasted the longer you could take to think up a plan to leave. "This is the final room, the Sleeping quarters. There are separate beds so I do hope you're not too fussed on sharing." He took a light breath in as he looked around, walking to the empty bed which would be his.

"That's not an issue." Sitting on your own bed, you watched as he did the same on his. The beds were opposite one another which gave him the best view to ensure you were safe at any given time.

"Well since we shall be spending a week or so cooped up together I thought that we could get to know one another." You attempted a smile towards him, one in which he didn't hesitate on not returning. Everybody from the Empire were so miserable and they were treated so horribly so you understood. "My name's y/n and I'm a politician reader on behalf of the rebels, I believe in hope and peace and know that it shall be achieved one day." A moment or so went by with no response from him, "How about you?" He shifted slightly against the blankets, moving his firepuncher rifle into his hands in a swift moment.

"I'm Crosshair, a sniper and currently your guard. I work alongside the Empire because they did not abandon me, they took me in." Tilting your head to the side slightly, you gave him a questioning gaze.

"Who abandoned you?" He gave out a hollow chuckle, wiping a spec of dust that had rested against his rifle.

"Nobody of your concern."

"You know that there are better places than the Empire? People who will view you as family and not an irrelevant number they can just replace." His eyes narrowed at you as he spoke.

"I'm sick of playing 'families', I'm happy where I am." You soon decided to drop the conversation, not fully willing to make the man who was supposed to protect your life hate you. Allowing silence to fill the room once again, you soon felt comfortable with it. This would only last a few weeks at most, you could get through it.

A week had passed since Crosshair was assigned as your guard and no attempt on your life had been made yet which you found rather surprising. Time had dragged by pretty surprisingly and you couldn't help but start talking outloud to Crosshair who didn't really respond but you knew he was listening and that's all you needed.

"... And that's why I absolutely dislike the dark." His comm soon beeped, and a different voice was heard filling the room for the first time in the week you shared together.

"A breach has occured, keep y/n safe and with you. We cannot risk her life being taken when she will be valuable to us." The voice fell silent as Crosshair replied quickly, placing his helmet over his head.

"Sir, yes sir." Standing he grabbed his rifle and turned toward you, "Let's go." He walked out of the room you were both in and this time you were the one trailing behind him anxiety and fear filling your chest rapidly.

"Where are we going?" You asked, trying not to let your voice shake with fear as his pace grew quicker toward a different room.

"A more secure room, preferably without windows." A loud shatter from behind you accompanied his words before a hand gripped onto yours pulling you into their chest. Before you could realize what was happening, a blaster was against your head and a hand against your throat which made it difficult to breathe. Crosshair had just as quickly pointed his rifle to the person trying to take your life, tension filling the air alongside your jagged and desperate breaths. "Let the girl go." The person simply laughed and stepped back toward the window which only made Crosshair put pressure against the trigger.

"What makes you think I'll let her go? She belongs with us - her skills could be vital for my kind." He snarled lightly in response as your breaths turned into light whimpers, your hands trying to pry the person's grip off of your neck.

"C-cross-" You whimpered out, voice filling the room. You couldn't see Crosshairs expression behind his helmet, but at your voice calling his name his face flashed with concern, worry and then anger. He didn't hesitate as he pulled the trigger, hitting the person in the head. The grip was freed from around your neck, red marks being left around your neck as you fell. Shattered glass cut into your hand, blood soon trailing down your skin. Crosshair picked you up all whilst activating his comm system.

"The threat has been neutralized." He took a soft breath before carrying you to the room you both shared, sitting you softly on your bed. "Requesting a clean up on the third floor." He ended the communication as he reached for the medkit in one of the draws, crouching before you and tending to your hand.

"Thank you..." You mumbled, watching him tend to your hand so carefully made your heart swell - it was a sweet action but something you assumed he was hired to do.

"I'm just following orders." He responded as he finished clearing your hand up - his fingertips moving across the red marks upon your skin. You watched his face turn into anger as he viewed the marks, applying some bacta to soothe the sting. "I won't let them touch you again." In all honesty, you felt terrified - everything suddenly felt so real and who knew how many more times an attempt would be taken on your life? Exhaling a shaky breath, you nodded at his words and you finally allowed him all of your trust. His eyes seemed gentle as he gazed at you, only kindness filling them as he stood. "I suggest you get some rest now, y/n - I'll keep watch over you." He pulled the blankets back for you before he moved to his own bed sitting on the edge gripping his rifle as his eyes scanned outside the window. After climbing into bed you felt the previous shock begin to calm down, the absence of the adrenaline leaving you feeling empty and cold along with the realization that your life was on the line kicking in.

"Crosshair?" You gently called his name, "Can you stay a little closer?" Your question felt out of character for you, but things were just so terrifying and uncertain that you were desperate for some comfort - especially from the man who had just saved your life. He didn't respond so you assumed he just ignored your question rather than saying no. Your doubts soon left though as you felt a weight beside you on your bed, Crosshair sitting beside your tired self. "Thank you." You whispered, the room falling into a comfortable silence as his hand rested against your leg covered by the blanket. Sleep was quick to overtake you, all of your previous worry seemingly melting away at his touch. With him beside you, the week ahead would be bearable for sure.

Plans had changed at the news of more bounty hunters being assigned to take you out or with them, now Crosshair was staying for longer until the Empire had things under control. A month had passed since the attempt on your life and you had both grown closer than ever. During your rants he would always respond willingly and help out with things whenever he could for you, in fact you both managed to become close with one another.

"So," You hummed as he turned his attention toward you, "when do you think they'll let you go back?" He shrugged lightly as he walked closer to you, helmet under his arm.

"Soon." Those words seemed to shatter your heart into literal pieces. "But I have no intention of leaving." A smile crept onto your lips as you moved closer toward him, eyes lit up like a city at night. Your hands held his own as thoughts raced around your head at an incredible speed,

"Why don't I make you my permanent guard? I'm sure the Empire will be overjoyed that I've taken a liking to their services…" You didn't miss the smirk that placed itself onto his lips, his hands softly squeezing your own. Before he could speak, his comm system lit up again.

"Trooper, are you prepared to move out? We have another mission assigned." Your eyes met him in a gentle gaze praying to the stars that he'd stay alongside you.

"Actually, there's been a delay- a proposition has been made which I'm sure will benefit the Empire." The comm fell silent as You moved closer into his arms before the communication device lit up in confirmation,

"Understood. Take your time." With that, you held his face and met your lips with hisin a gentle get loving kiss. Pulling away you couldn't help but sheepishly grin at him - a rare smile of his falling back onto his face which you adored.

"You'll stay with me?" You asked, voice beyond helpful as he moved closer to you.

"I'll stay - I don't want to leave you like they left me." Nodding softly, you offered him a smaller smile.

"I won't ever leave you Cross like they did, I love you." His lips met yours once again before you both came up with a detailed plan on keeping him with you whilst still getting your hope filled messages out there. You were going to take down the Empire one way or another, but now you had Crosshair with you which made everything better. It was you two against the galaxy for years to come.

"I love you too."

#the bad batch #Tbb #The bad batch x Reader #Crosshair x reader #Clone Force 99 #Bad Batch #Starwars #Fanfiction

62 notes · View notes

equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

Note

For the BTHB... Villain with appendicitis?

Thank you for the ask!

Rupturing

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings: appendectomy, fever, anxious character, painkillers, pills, vomit, anesthesia, surgery, IV, needles, refusal of medical care

9:01. He was a minute late.

9:05. Five minutes late.

9:15. Hero started to pace around, kicking pebbles with her foot.

9:20. She was starting to get nervous. Villain was never, ever late.

9:30. Okay, this was getting absurd.

Hero stood up, grabbed her phone, and called Villain. It rang, but never clicked.

He didn't answer.

Hero bit her lip, a nauseating pit forming in her gut.

Something was wrong. Villain was always overly stressed about time and always showed up at nine- not a second too late.

So, naturally, being the anxious, paranoid worry wort that Hero was, she went to check up on him.

Of course, Hero spent all her freetime figuring out where Villain lived if there was an instance like the current one.

Upon knocking at the beige door, that nauseous feeling overcame her again. Something was wrong.

She busted through the door and immediately the eerie silence of the home startled her. Even though Villain lived alone, there would surely be a TV playing or the dishwasher going.

Hero searched through the various rooms. It was a normal house. Quaint and small with barely any decor apart from a few spontaneously placed plants. All the walls were painted with the same, dull blue that the sky had right before a storm. It was dreary and perfectly villainous.

"Villain!" Hero called, peeking into a room she assumed to be his bedroom. Apart from a shoddily made bed, it seemed as though Villain hadn't been in there for a long time.

The next room in the hallway was a bathroom. Hero stepped in there, ignoring the horrid stench, and examined the counters. Bottles of Tylenol and Ibuprofen were scattered about. His gnawed on toothbrush was laying by the sink as water slowly dripped from the faucet.

That didn't look spectacular.

Hero stepped out of the bathroom and turned the light off before turning and walking into a large room that seemed to be the kitchen and dining room combined.

"Hey Villain! Are you home?" Hero called again, observing how badly stocked the fridge and cupboards were. Basically, the only food that Villain seemed to store was ramen and some protein powder.

"Villain!" Hero yelled, getting nervous. Based on the state of his bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen, the villain seemed to be in rough state.

Or was that just her nervous tendencies kicking in?

The next room was without doubt the living room, though with those desolate walls, one may beg to differ.

In the center of the gray room was a dark cherry wood coffee table and a small armchair. And that was it.

Except for the body strewn across the ground.

Hero bounded over to the seemingly dead corpse and rolled it over to come face to face with Villain.

"Oh my gosh!" Hero exclaimed, thrusting her fingers by his neck to check for a pulse. It was there, thump... thump... thump...

"You okay?" Hero asked, smoothing the sweaty strands of hair out of his face. Villain blearily blinked his eyes open and shook his head.

"Stomach bug," he whispered.

Hero looked down at him skeptically. No, this wasn't just a stomach bug. He was obviously in pain and was likely running a nasty fever. And he looked so incredibly tired and weak.

"How long have you been like this?" Hero asked, putting Villain's heavy head in her lap.

"M day," he groaned, gasping for breath. "Stomach hurts."

"Where?" Hero asked. Villain lightly brushed his fingers over his right side.

"Oh okay bud. I think you have a fever," Hero said, taking his temperature with her hand. It was burning and he looked so pale.

"Yeah cold," Villain agreed, nodding the tiniest nod.

"Okay buddy," Hero murmured, stroking his flushed cheek. "I think we need to go to the doctor."

She recognized the symptoms. Her sister when they were kids got sick like this and they had to take her to the hospital. Hero was too young to exactly know what was going on, only that it was serious.

But Villain shook his head, aimlessly clawing at Hero's hand.

"No doctor. No doctor," he begged, then winced, whimpered and grabbed his right side. When he looked back up at Hero, there were tears in his eyes.

"Okay we are going now," Hero stood up with Villain in a bridal carry. He protested weakly, but then stilled. Hero stopped walking to see if he was still conscious by shaking him. He groaned.

Hero loaded Villain in the back seat of her truck and buckled him in around his chest and legs so he could safetly rest.

The drive to the hospital seemed longer than what it was. Every moment she got, Hero would look behind her to peer at Villain, and everytime he was still staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression.

Finally, they arrived. Hero barely put the vehicle in park by the time she was leaping out of the door and running to Villain's side.

"Hey! Hey!" Hero called when she ran into the hospital, placing Villain on a bench. Other patients stared at her and receptionists stood up to meet her.

"Bring him into the ER," one of the receptionists said as she grabbed a stack of papers and called the doctor. Hero gathered Villain back in her arms and ran into another room.

The receptionist handed Hero the stack of papers. "Fill these in to thr best of your ability. I'm going to get the doctor."

Hero sat on the raised hospital bed with Villain resting against her shoulder. He sighed contently and nuzzled his cheek to find a perfect spot. Hero looked over at him- he was almost asleep with his whole body splayed out and limp.

Hero wrapped her arm around his shivering body and rubbed his shoulder before answering some of the paperwork.

She was able to answer most of them relatively easily, but got stumped on occupation.

She couldn't just say villainy right?

"Hero, why hello. How is your arm healing?"

Hero looked up to see the doctor sauntering into the room, his blonde hair slightly tousled with pale gray shadows under his eyes- remnants of a busy day.

"Good, good," Hero said, putting the paperwork aside.

"Is this one of your team members?" The doctor asked, running a thermometer over Villain's forehead. He frowned at the reading.

"Not exactly," Hero replied, timidly. She rubbed Villain's hair as he stirred from the cool touch of the thermometer. He near immediately fell back asleep.

The doctor's face paled. "He's a villain? Hero you know-"

"Yes, I know, but look at him Doc," she gestured her head towards Villain's sagging body.

The doctor glanced at Villain for a moment. He then said, "Yeah, he's sick. I'm thinking appendicitis, but he's a villain. The hospital is not required to treat them, unless there's an order. Order as in signed by ten, high-ranking heroes. Besides, it'll endanger our staff."

"He can't even lift his head!" Hero exclaimed. "How is he going to be a threat under anesthesia? C'mon tell me."

"He could wake up..."

"As sick as he is? Not likely."

"A MRI scan could amplify his abilities."

Suddenly Villain coughed, interrupting the conversation. He groaned before expelling his stomach's contents on the floor.

"It's okay," Hero murmured, scowling slightly at the sight, before glaring at the doctor while raising her eyebrows.

The doctor sighed. "Lay him on the bed." Hero complied, laying the villain flat on the bed, adjusting his head to rest on the pillow.

The doctor took his hand and prodded at the right side of his stomach. Villain groaned, breathing heavily.

"He's going to need emergency surgery," the doctor said, standing up and trotting to a phone. "Nurse? I need a team of anesthesiologists for an appendectomy."

Hero grabbed Villain's hand. His forehead was creased in concern as he listened and watched the doctor's erratic movements.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll be right there with you," Hero soothed him. He seemed to relax, but his muscles did not let go of their tension.

"Okay. I am going to go get ready." The doctor left.

Soon after, a couple nurses came in and hooked Villain to an IV. He flinched, watching the small needle go into his elbow.

Hero grabbed his hand and rubbed it.

A couple more people sauntered in and injected a hypodermic needle into the IV line.

"Okay Villain, count down from ten."

"Ten... nine... eight... sev...ven...si." Villain looked over at Hero with pleading eyes before they drifted shut.

A nurse put a mask over his nose and he was wheeled away.

Hero waited in the lobby, twidling her thumb and reading health magazines. Every two minutes, literally, she would look at the clock and bite her lip.

After two hours, the doctor made his appearance.

"The surgery was successful. He is waking up now, so he will be very groggy, but his vitals are good. You can take him home."

"Don't you have to monitor him."

"Come back in two weeks for a check-up."

Hero walked into the ER and to Villain's bed. His eyes were half-lidded and he barely noted Hero's presence.

"Hey buddy," Hero cooed, stroking his head. "You scared me."

Villain didn't reply, just blinked very, very slowly. Soon, his blinks became longer until he drifted off.

Nervous, Hero called for a nurse. "Why is he sleeping?" She asked.

The nurse shrugged. "The effects of anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, so he'll be in and out for a while."

Hero nodded and sat back down.

"You can take him home, you know," the nurse said. "We don't keep villains for monitoring or over-night stays."

Hero groaned and looked at the nurse. "Well you should."

"But we don't. Please take him home, he's occupying beds that could be used for more important patients."

Hero rolled her eyes, but obeyed. She picked Villain up and helped him into his jeans, but left his shirt off to not irritate the stitches. Then, she rolled him to her truck in a wheelchair.

It was nearly midnight by the time Hero got Villain to her house and changed into something comfortable. He was dozing, but every movement seemed to awake him. He was totally and completely silent, allowing Hero to tuck him on her bed before sliding in next to him.

She wrapped her arms around Villain and pulled him in tight. He drifted off to sleep instantly, and Hero was not far behind.

When Hero awoke the next morning, she was sprawled across her bed with Villain laying on her stomach. She smiled and watched the slow rise and fall of his chest before carefully removing his head to go downstairs and prepare breakfast. After a quick research, she decided to make a bowl of pudding with toast and avacado.

Villain came down the stairs stiffly, groaning with each step, just as Hero put the bread in the toaster. She looked up just in time to see him lean heavily against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Hero scolded and gently led him to the couch to sit on.

"Heard you- engh," Villain winced, holding his side. "Downstairs."

"Okay," Hero sighed. "Do you remember anything from yesterday?"

"No not really. Just you and the hospital. Everything else is just a blank."

"You had an appendectomy," Hero explained, brushing the hair out of Villain's face. He jerked back and Hero pulled away. He was so cute and vulnerable when he was out of it.

"What's that?" Villain asked, but Hero had a sense that he knew and just wanted to fill the silence up.

"Your appendix was removed." The toaster clicked, so Hero went and grabbed the food.

Villain spooned at it for awhile before putting it towards the side. His face was pale.

"Not hungry," he said.

"You gotta eat."

"No," Villain slowly laid on the couch, his body seizing with every motion. "I'm tired..."

"Yeah, you had surgery, but please eat something so I can give you some painkillers."

Villain rolled his eyes, but allowed Hero to feed him some avocado and pudding. However, by the end of it, he was too exhausted to resist Hero putting two large pills in his mouth.

Between the pain meds and fatigue, it only took a few minutes for Villain to fall sound asleep.

Hero idly ate her own pudding and stared out the window. After finishing both her's and Villain's chocolate desert, she went to do dishes.

Then she showered.

Then she playing monopoly by herself.

And then she ate lunch.

All the while waiting for Villain to regain consciousness.

He did, eventually, and very slowly.

"How are you feeling."

"Bit dizzy," Villain admitted, rubbing his eyes. "How long was I out?"

"About," Hero looked at her phone. "Five hours, give or take one."

Villain groaned and quickly murmured an apology.

"Don't be. You are still a bit feverish and just came out of surgery."

Villain closed his eyes. Hero thought he might've fallen back asleep, but then he spoke,

"Thank you for taking care of me."

Hero smiled.

#bad things happen bingo #feverish villain #drugged villain #hero caretaker #hero x villain #heros and villains #anesthesia #appendectomy #writing #villain whumpee

94 notes · View notes