#:distress: these took so long to post b/c i had to figure out his name ahhhhhh

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》 Blitzers ⇌ "Hop-In" Band LIVE Concert [it's Live] ver. ♡ 》 Wooju focus ♡

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was gonna try and do multiple characters in one post but nope! i have too much to say. also the pictures are all different sizes so its rly hard to get the photoset to look appealing, so we’re starting w/ blue. and also a colored pic of what adam looks like when he’s not a deer. boy’s tryin not to stand out. which goes great up for him right up until it doesn’t. lmao. i’ll talk a bit about him too w/ stuff that didnt get mentioned in the starter post about him and gansey, but this is mostly gonna be about blue. 

SO. 

there’s this fey entity, right? i don’t have a name for them, but they’re not...they didnt START the fey/human conflict, but they are benefiting from it, politically speaking? and when maura was younger, despite other witches being like “girl dont choose sides, we’re witches, we guard boundaries but we don’t choose sides,” was hotheaded and brash and went “ok but fuck that though” and one thing led to another and she ended up getting a curse on her firstborn. Oops. that’s where the kissing curse comes from, here; i’ll get into that much later in a text post probably but gansey’s survivor’s guilt thing doesnt come from him actually dying in this au it’s from something Else, but blue will still kill him if she kisses him, just, for different reasons, it’s an actual curse this time and not something to do with the nature of who they both are. 

her father’s still a tree light, but like, she actually knows that from the outset? because. they live in cabeswater. the tree lights are all around and accept her as one of their own even if she can’t turn into a tree, and as a result of that, she’s got some cool perks. 

a) extremely resistant and/or outright immune to a Lot of fey bullshit 

b) still boosts psychic energies and magical powers like in canon

c) the absolute safest person to be traveling in cabeswater ever, because the forest itself loves her, and also if you mess with her within the borders of cabeswater a bunch of tree lights will physically manifest and be like “hey buddy wanna think twice about that”

but she can’t use magic herself, still, which actually works in the favor of herself and the coven--witchcraft is in a sort of weird spot, culturally, where it’s both feared and often hated, but also understood to at times be necessary, especially by rural peoples like those of the village. im taking a very discworld spin on the witchcraft, because i love discworld and you can’t stop me, and so the attitude is, like. its frightening ancient magic and the church hates it but when there’s an emergency and someone’s on the border between life and death, or something is trying to pass into this world from another, etc etc etc, then you gotta suck it up and call on a witch because they’re the only ones who can deal with those things. so. the coven is tolerated, both because it’s too big and powerful to actually fight but also because it’s extremely needed when you live in a village right next door to fey lands. you NEED someone watching the border. however that doesn’t mean anyone wants to be seen publicly talking to a witch--but blue’s not a witch. she’s a witch’s daughter, but she’s not a witch herself, which is a step removed enough that she can go into town and run errands and also people will maybe pull her discretely aside and tell her if something’s coming up that the coven should know about, and it all works very neatly with her acting as a sort of liaison. very important role she plays, which is why gansey tries talking to her after his initial attempt to speak with the coven directly fails. 

speaking of the coven itself: i’ve been calling it the fox way coven, even tho it probably wouldn’t be called that because there’s no road called fox way that the coven is built on, it’s a big magic house out in the fairy forest, BUT they do have a fox theme because i love foxes and this is a gift i have been given. if people have familiars in this coven, they’re foxes rather than cats, because as wonderful as cats are u cant have them and foxes in the same house that will go bad. but also there’s a v small number of them, like maybe three or four total out of the much higher number of women living there, who are fey blooded like adam, but who become foxes rather than adam’s deer. persephone is one of these! (it’s worth noting the reason why they become the same animal is because of a combination of coincidence, intentional theming, and mostly just because like, virtually all of the residents there aside from persephone are related to either maura or calla) 

anyway the point is, because of this, blue’d seen enough feyblood transformations that when, one day when she was 9 or 10, on a visit to town, she saw the most distressed, disoriented fawn wobbling around frantically and was able to very quickly recognize that that was, in fact, a person who had probably turned into a deer for the first time, and responded by very calmly informing him that she knew who could help and leading him home. this is where those last two pictures come from, and how adam’s apprenticeship started. 

like, there was a lot of arguing from the witches immediately--of course we’re going to teach him how to become human again but we aren’t really going to take him on in the coven are we? he’s a boy, he’s some local kid we know nothing about, what happened to keeping it in the family, he’s the wrong animal and we’ve got a whole thing going on--at which point persephone parted everyone like the red sea, took one look at adam, went “mine now” and despite a lot of grumbling that was the end of it. she took him on a bit of a tour of cabeswater a few days later, after he’d had time to think it over, and he felt so drawn to the forest that he agreed to the apprenticeship.

so he’s technically persephone’s apprentice but like in actual practice he’s being taught by the entire coven lmao, ANYWAY

adam being adam also had a backup plan for trying to get out of the village--even at ten he figured witchcraft might be a first way out of there, he was already thinking about it, but by thirteen when the good ole abuse started (and at which point the last whispers of dissent died out very quickly amongst the coven, nope, adam is one of us now, do you want us to very threateningly hang out in your front yard sometime because we can do that--what do you mean no, let us do this,) he was also like. i dont think this is a guarantee of getting out of here i need a second job. and the thing is, as was mentioned in the original post, the fey blood also means adam’s got issues with iron; it’ll poison him if he’s stabbed with it but it also reacts to his skin touching it like a hot stove. he’s fine if there’s a layer between his skin and the iron, but if he touches it directly, it’s Bad. so ofc this headstrong idiot takes an open spot a t a metalworker’s in the village because adam is the king of making bad decisions. the witches have a betting pool on how long it’ll take him to out himself. “its fine i’ll wear gloves,” he says. “it’s the perfect disguise no one will expect someone with fey connections to work near so much iron,” he says. “i have everything perfectly under control,” he says.

anyway he totally forgets to wear gloves before grabbing an iron tool while his dad and his boss are both in the store and in clear view of him and that’s why he was getting chased by hunters when gansey rescued him 

also he and blue tried dating when they were like 13-14 and it ended about as badly as in canon and they made up later and by the time the story starts they’ve settled into very much being weird siblings. adam starts hanging out with gansey initially to try and basically spy on him, figure out why he’s here, but ends up rly liking the guy and deciding his reasons are sincerely to try and help people, and he tells this to blue who starts immediately accusing him of having a crush on the lordling and being a class traitor, because she does NOT like gansey at this point and really the nobility all prefer wizards to witches which is a stupid idiot decision and frankly the fact that this lordling is apparently enamored by some random deer is hilarious to her, but even moreso is the fact that adam actually defends the lordling to her, like, “wow adam its hilarious that the lordling’s friend thinks that you have charmed the lordling because from my perspective it looks the other way around” “shut uuuup you’re not listening im serious, like, yeah ok he put his foot in his mouth really hard when he talked to you but im telling you i dont think the whole i-wanna-understand thing is an act” “idk if i can trust you through those rose tinted glasses buddy. tell me again about that time he called you princely?” “oh my god” 

this is turning into rambling but. thats the gist of the witches and blue esp thank u for coming if u made it this far here’s a bonus persephone fox 

#trc #the raven cycle #blue sargent #deer boy au #longpost #VERY long im so sorry.

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kid!jaskier au

not really based on my kid!geralt post here but like, a separate idea. (also i just figured out how to post stuff under the cut b/c this is really quite long)

so geralt heads down the mountain in silence.  there’s no jaskier to try and lighten the mood and no yennefer to try and darken it.  it’s just him and his regrets and his anger.  and also someone crying in his camp.

he half expects it to be jaskier but instead he’s met with what looks like a child no older than 7 who’s crying to himself and... naked?

when the kid spots him his eyes widen and geralt can smell fear but as the tears freeze in his throat he seems to swallow and asks geralt a question - are you here to kill me, sir?

and then it’s geralt’s turn to stand, frozen in front of a naked kid with a pile of jaskier’s clothes next to him and wonder what the hell his life has become before he forces out a no, jaskier, i am not here to kill you.

the kid, jaskier, looks at him a bit longer, as though taking in the swords and the outfit and the smell of fear turns to one of anticipation, like when he wanted to ask a question but knew geralt wouldn’t like it.  what geralt likes even less is that jaskier smelled of fear in the first place, although he couldn’t begrudge younger jaskier of actually having the sense to be scared of a witcher like his older counterpart should have.

out with it, he growled, turning away from jaskier in favor of searching for a waterskin and one of jaskier’s smaller doublets in roach’s saddlebags. 

that seemed to startle him enough to ask, are you here to take me away then? to become - to become a witcher? and geralt doesn’t smell fear at all.  just sadness and something lighter, like flowers poking through wood.  hope.

geralt sighs, hands jaskier the doublet and the water before sitting down across from him on one of the branches he had dragged to surround the fire the day before and says no jaskier, i am not going to turn you into a witcher. 

and jaskier considers this too and relaxes a little now that he’s wearing something less suffocating and says, then why am i here mr. witcher?  if my father didn’t send you to kill me or make me a witcher - how did i get here?

and geralt turns the words over in his head.  that jaskier believed his father would send a witcher after a six year old and swallows down some guilt over sending his older self off and tries to think of a response.  i’m not exactly sure how you got here jaskier.  at least, not as how you are now.  

jaskier doesn’t seem to think that much of an answer, and seeing how geralt isn’t concerned with hurting him he gets more confident in his questions.  what does that mean?  do you have a name, mr. witcher?  are you going to leave me in these woods?  can i come with you?

and the sun is starting to set and geralt should make a fire and jaskier looks so young sitting across from him and he doesn’t have answers to those questions so instead he stand up and says, my name is geralt.  i’m going to look for firewood, and dinner - stay here, i’ll explain when i come back.

and when geralt comes back jaskier is curled up in the dirt fast asleep and geralt isn’t looking forward to the call he will have to make in the morning.

when jaskier wakes up it is to two unfamiliar people having a very loud argument.  one of them is the witcher he had met yesterday and one is a very pretty but scary looking lady who seems to be angry with the mr. witcher.  they pause when they seem to realize he’s awake and then the scary lady is gone telling the witcher it’s only a month before walking through some sort of hole next to a tree.

and then jaskier is looking at the witcher and he wants to ask him questions but he remembers his father scolding him for bothering him and he isn’t sure whether the witcher had lied about being sent by his father and then the witcher is talking, way more than he had the day before.

geralt tells him his name again and that he really wasn’t sure how jaskier ended up in his camp yesterday but that he would be travelling with him for the next month or so, and that he’s sorry about that but jaskier is really rather young to be by himself but also that they really should be off because there’s a town not far from here and they’ve already wasted a half day’s travel and jaskier doesn’t care about the shitty explanation at all and keeps asking questions like can i pet your horse mr. witcher geralt? and your hair is very white it’s long like my sisters, she taught me how to braid hair, can i braid your hair mr. witcher geralt?

and geralt is annoyed all the way to the next town but jaskier doesn’t seem to be scared of him of care that he’s one the road with someone he doesn’t know and geralt decides not to question it and just try to get the next month over with so that hopefully yennefer’s estimate of when the curse will run its course is over with so he can go back to his Path in silence. 

it takes jaskier a while to ask him questions like his older self did and geralt tries but fails to keep his temper in check and once or twice he raised his voice but jaskier wasn’t afraid when he did that no the only time geralt smelled fear was when he would leave for a hunt and jaskier would ask you’re not going to leave forever are you mr. geralt? and so jaskier would stay at the inns and play with the innkeepers children and when he’d come back from hunts jaskier would ask him what monsters were like and wow mr. geralt you must be super strong to be able to take down monsters that’s so cool!

but coin was tight without jaskier’s ability to play to crowds so more often than not the two would be crammed into the same bed when they managed to stay in inns or the same bedroll when they camped outside because the first night they had spent outside with jaskier in his own bedroll geralt had awoken to noises of distress and small words muttered at nightmares like please stop, and no i didn’t mean to, and please come back, and don’t leave me here, and i’ll be good i promise.

and when geralt had woken him up jaskier had looked at him with big eyes and had grabbed at geralt’s shirt while he calmed down saying i’ve been good right mr. geralt you won’t leave me too right?

so geralt silently pushed down on his own guilt and tried his best to not fuck up jaskier any more than he already had.  if jaskier asked him to play games, he forced out answers and if jaskier asked to braid his hair he waited patiently until he was done and if jaskier wanted stories geralt did his best to tell them.  he wasn’t used to talking or answering questions but he tried to make himself smaller and softer, just enough that the guilt over sending jaskier away didn’t eat him through entirely.

because when jaskier would speak of his family it was always of his sisters and the one time geralt had asked about his parents jaskier had gone quiet and said that he didn’t see them very often - they said he asked too many questions.

and before the month was up geralt had a picture in his head of a small little boy whose parents didn’t seem to want him that spent 20 years following around a witcher who spent every minute trying to get rid of him.  

so when geralt woke up after a month to find himself curled around a much larger, much older jaskier he felt his arms tighten and when the man opened his eyes geralt could have cried in relief but instead whispered i’m sorry jaskier

geralt?  what are you doing here?  the last thing i remember is - and geralt watches as jaskier’s eyes widen as he remembers the last month they had spent together, jaskier as a child and geralt as a sorry excuse for a witcher.

i know what i said on the mountain was uncalled for.  you didn’t deserve my anger jaskier, and i’m sorry.  and geralt watches as jaskier takes in and lets out a breath before nodding.

thank you, for the apology geralt.  you’ve done more than enough to be forgiven.  i’m sorry you had to deal with me as a child.  and jaskier tries to sit up and move away but geralt tightens his hold on his bard who he feels like he just got back. 

jaskier, he rumbles, i have already made the mistake of leaving you.  i won’t do so again.

that seems to break through whatever jaskier was thinking and he looked at geralt properly.  geralt could smell the apprehension of a question and the look in jaskier’s eyes was decidedly vulnerable when he asked you promise?

and geralt gently tugs jaskier further into the sheets.  he kisses him as softly as he is able and swallows the surprised sound the bard makes before pulling back and saying jaskier, i promise i’ll stay

*alright so these are getting longer and a bit more fic like um, if you want the short version it’s below.  took a bit of a different turn but if anyone else feels like writing this better feel free!   **this is a fae thing - can’t decide when it should happen. it could be after the mountain where geralt happens across a kid in his camp and is about to be angry except jaskier is crying or something bc he doesn’t know where he is but he’s as talkative as ever and geralt pieces together what happened.  he brings the kid to yen who says to give it a month and he’ll be back to normal but geralt i swear to god you can’t leave him somewhere if you’re going on the road bc he’s a child and prone to trouble but also maybe neglect!jaskier where his parents didn’t like him and so he keeps asking geralt while they’re traveling if he’s bringing him home or something or if his dad asked him to kill him (snow white style when they first meet) and geralt is like wtf? no and team bonding over jaskier’s sad childhood of abandonment issues that geralt unravels, feels guilty about and when jaskier turns back geralt properly apologizes.

#geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #yennefer #the witcher

[yeaaabudddy]

A Little Crossover (1/4)

Ship: Peter Parker x Batsis!Reader (Y/N)

Characters: Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Reader (S/H/N), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Tim Drake (Red Robin), and Damian Wayne (Robin)

Type: Fluff

Requested: Yes, by @wolfiemichele and @comicsgirlimagines (her request was a bit long so I didn’t show it but I will definitely write it all up!)

Words: 2 220

Notes: This took a long time to write that’s why I wasn’t able to post for a few days, I’m currently still writing more for this so if you want more parts please let me know! Thank you for the request, it was fun to write! Also (h/c) = hair colour.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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You walked around on top of buildings of the southern regions of Gotham, trying to see if there’s any crime on the street that might need your attention.

As you land on a closed burger joint, you noticed harsh whispering that invaded your sense. You turned to see the alley on the side of the building, noticing 3 bulky men and a terrified woman in the middle.

Your blood boiled at the thought of these men abusing their power over someone who wasn’t able to fight back. Her hands were held back by 2 of the men and the other guy was threatening her with physical and verbal violence.

You drop down lightly into the alley. Your footsteps light and your costume bleeding into the night, concealing you.

The man in front of the woman reached out for her bag and that’s when you knew it was your time to act.

You appeared behind him, kicking the back of his knee. He kneeled in response to his weakening and went to turn around but you knocked him out with your grappling hook. The two guys holding down the girl look at you in surprise.

Their leader was taken care of very quickly but they still had confidence as it was 2 against one. The guy on her right let goes of her arm to quickly get a punch in and the other bulky man reaches into his pocket and grabs a gun out.

You easily deflect the punch and see the scene in front of you. The girl was captive and being threatened with a gun.

If it was just you, you would’ve easily been able to deflect it but another person here was getting their life threatened which made you a bit nervous. You had to fight the current goon on your ass as he was continuously trying to attack you.

You dodged all the attacks about to go punch him as hard as you can before you hear a weird squirting noise that you couldn’t pinpoint.

Suddenly a web-like thing attaches itself to the man you were about to attack, constricting him and allowing you to get a clear hit in, kicking him out as well. You look around to see where it came from and you saw a man dressed in red and blue spandex jumping down and appearing before you.

You don’t dwell on the figure, hoping that he’s not a bad guy and put your focus on the woman who still had a gun held to her head.

“Don’t come close or I’ll shoot!” The man yelled, his hand shaking in fear as he noticed your gaze.

You put your hands up to show you weren’t a danger (at the moment).

“Just let her go and I won’t hurt you.” You negotiated -obviously lying but he didn't need to know that. Before you could get another word in you saw his hand clench the trigger, about to go through the motion of shooting but then you heard the familiar squirting sound.

“I got it!” The muffled voice of the boy in spandex yelled.

A thread suddenly attached itself onto the gun in between the two, pulling it to face you two instead. The boy pulls it towards him, trying to loosen the grip of the man’s hand on the gun.

Before you can fully detach the gun from him, he manages to get in a shot. You immediately act by jumping to the woman who had moved to your side unconsciously when she was freed. She was standing in shock at the alley wall and you pushed her from any incoming injuries.

The bullet missed the target, landing a few feet away from the position where she was standing. You looked angrily at the man seeing that the boy had constricted him onto the wall, the gun on the ground and his mouth struggling against the same thread.

“That was reckless!” You shouted at the boy dressed up in the obnoxiously bright colours.

“B- but I just-” He looked at you in confusion. The man was about to shoot and he stopped him from getting a direct hit.

“Sure, I was a damsel, I was in distress but I had it under control and didn’t need your help. I have learned many techniques on how to save a hostage and done this many times. I had a plan.”

The red and blue boy’s posture went defensive as his hand went to rub his neck and looking away from you. He wasn’t sure how to respond as he’s never really been in this situation. You made him pretty intimidated by your dominating personality in the field.

“But…” You paused your glaring, catching his attention again. ”Thank you for the help.” You turned your attention to the woman who looked at the man who held her in captive in awe. The white thread holding a lot of interest.

“You okay to wait for the police to come and give them a statement?” You asked her, making sure that she was mentally okay before you hand her to the police.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little taken aback. Thank you.” She looked at you before looking in between you and the boy spider. “Thank you both.”

You smiled at her in response, hearing the muted noise of police sirens becoming clearer. “It’s no problem but we gotta go.” You informed her before grappling up to the building and making your way across a few roofs away, hearing the hero following you.

You turned around after the fourth building -a pizza place, you noted. You came eye to eye with the other hero that was present before you.

“Are you…” Your eyes look over his costume before making an assumption. “Spider...man?”

The ‘eyes’ on his costume widen in size making you think that his eyes actually widened.

“Y-yeah! You heard of me?” His voice became higher than before making you question how old he actually was.

“Saw some videos but what are you doing in Gotham?” The videos you saw of him in crappy costumes catching buses and climbing buildings but they were all taken with the location stamp of Queens, a neighbouring city.

“Oh, uh. I was actually just patrolling around the city and I think I accidentally entered your city when I got caught up in my thoughts. Guess I webslinged here and then I saw you and the girl and thought I’d help out.” He explained his side nervously. He hoped you wouldn’t think he was lying or making it up.

“Well, I guess Gotham does need all the help it can get.” Peter laughed knowing that Gotham’s crime rate was pretty high even if it had the whole bat-family helping out to lessen it. Crime just didn’t want to leave its newfound home in Gotham.

“I would always love to help out. That’s why I chose this life.” He relayed his thoughts, he would definitely come back to help you if you ever needed it. Not that he didn't think you could take care of yourself but all the horror stories he’s heard made him fear the city a bit. If you needed another hero, he would come. “If you ever need help, I don’t mind.”

You smirked at his unsuspecting form. He was such a boy but you thought it was cute.

“Are you asking for my number?”

“Uh-” He was surprised at the forwardness of your statement but he realized what he might’ve implied. He blushed and thanked the mask for concealing it.

“Well?” You asked with the smirk still prominent on your face, making him nervous.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind… getting your number.” You laughed at his shyness, you thought that because of his bright outfit in the middle of the night that he would be a more confident person -and usually, he was (but with you there was something that made him naturally nervous).

“I have to know how old you are first… and maybe your name?” You reach inside your pocket to take out your phone. Waiting for his response before handing it to him.

“I’m 15 and, well, secret Identities and all…” He was conflicted on whether to tell you or not. He’s been told not to trust easily by Tony, especially not by cute girls. You ticked off all the reasons why he should distrust you but he doesn’t think he could.

Plus you were a part of the whole bat-family which meant you had to be trustable because you knew who Batman was! No one just knows who Batman is.

“Very guarded.” You noted and he looked in embarrassment. “I respect that.” You still hand him your phone, realizing that he was probably new to the whole hero gig.

“You still gotta enter something as your name though and I could easily search up your number to get your name.” You point out as he types out his digits into a new contact. He freezes at your statement when he notices his mistake.

“I’m an idiot.” Not knowing whether to fill out his full number anymore, his covered hands stop typing at the screen.

“Don’t worry spidey, I won’t search it unless you give me a reason to.” You smile at the flustered hero, prodding him to finish adding his number in.

He doesn’t know why he did it because he realized that you could probably find out about him using his number as you were trained by a detective but he trusted you because he’s heard a lot of stories about you and your ‘family’.

He handed your phone back and you pocket it, exchanging it for your grappling hook instead.

“Alright spidey, I gotta go report back but It was nice seeing you around and hopefully you can ‘accidentally’ end up here again.” You winked at him. You were about to shoot off into the night but before you make it to the edge of the building where you would take your leave, you turn around.

“By the way, I’m also 15 and my name is Y/N.” You grappled off, jumping off the next few buildings with speed. You were supposed to meet everyone back at the cave for a report and they were probably questioning why you were late.

You hated being late and so you rush faster to not cause any further worry. The other guys always worried about you as you were just 15, they really did care for you as a sister and you loved them. They could be so annoying but sometimes it felt like that’s what normal is supposed to feel like.

Once you arrived at your destination, hurrying inside the cave to see the other heroes still dressed up and reporting on their night. You noticed that Dick was back from his few days long covert mission.

They turn to you upon hearing your entrance. Questioning gazes on their faces but you stand at the empty spot left for you to report on what happened tonight.

After Nightwing’s mission report, Batman turned his attention to you.

“Why were you late?” His question was to the point, as expected.

“I just got caught up in some hero drama, some hero in Queens accidentally crossed onto Gotham, showed him the way back.” You half-lied because you don’t really wanna tell Batman that the guy had helped with some crime around here as he would go full detective mode on who it is.

You also know to expect him finding out about what actually happened in his own ways but you decided to give the poor guy a few days before he gets thoroughly investigated by the big bat himself.

“Who was it?” He demanded to know, his voice authoritative, making anyone else afraid and complicit but you’ll try to keep Spider-Man off of Bruce’s radar as much as you can although he no doubt has a file on him already.

“Doesn’t matter, he left.” You brush off the question, trying your best to avoid his gaze.

“He?” Jason spoke up from beside you, interested now that you mentioned a boy. You rolled your eyes at the prodding. You look at him betrayed, hoping he would’ve taken your side especially since it’s against Bruce’s.

“Oh my gosh, just a mistake no need to make it a big deal. I showed him the way out.” You regret not making up a story but you didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of completely lying about a situation, knowing how much lying could affect everything. Also, Bruce would be really mad and you didn’t want to deal with that.

“You know the rules.” Damnit. You knew Bruce was serious and as much as you wanted to brush this off you were gonna end up telling him whether you liked it or not.

“Okay, It was Spider-Man. Happy?” Bruce had no response but you knew what he was going to do with that information.

“Everyone is dismissed.” You all turn to leave the cave to change and go to sleep. Your head was already aching from discussing the night and the new number on your phone felt heavy in your pocket. You’re glad you got to keep one secret from Bruce.

“So this Spider guy huh?”

“Oh shut up Dick.”

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This is just the beginning, wanted to see how you guys would like it and I will post more!

#peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #spider-man imagines #spider-man x reader #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #tim drake imagine #damian wayne imagine #spiderman fluff #tom holland imagines

[tigerinthestars]

What Can Go Wrong Part II

Summary: What was supposed to be a simple heist spirals out of control. Everything seems to be going from bad to worse. What was Murphy's Law again?

Also, the one where Jeremy saves you from certain death.

Pairing: FAHC!Jeremy x FAHC!Reader

Words: 1,804

Warnings: Language and violence.

A/N: I changed my mind, I’m posting Part 2 today and the final part tomorrow just ‘cause. Enjoy!

Part 2 to this train wreck. Things get worse.

Sorrynotsorry.

Y/C/N = Your Criminal Name (or nick name… whatever)

Read it on AO3!

Part I ~ Part III

You awoke to the sensation of being dragged. Your eyes blinked sluggishly in the bright light. Your ears rang something terrible. As the world slowly became clearer, you recognized voices and gunfire and your eyes fell on the sight of the burning husk of a car. Your mind took its time playing catch up before your name being repeated registered in your head.

“Y/N? Y/N! You gotta wake up, babe. No sleeping on the job.”

You knew that voice. You groaned at the pounding in your head that flared up at that moment. Jeremy. Your head swam as you attempted to concentrate on the world around you.

“Yeah, there you are.” The dragging sensation stopped, and a person entered your field of vision.

“Where’re your sunglasses? You look funny.” You slurred at him with squinty eyes, gesturing with a single finger in his direction which lazily circled in the air in front of his face.

Jeremy laughed from behind a bandanna, “I don’t think that’s what you need to be worried about right now.” He took a pause to look around, noting the increase of cops closing in on your position. “We gotta keep moving. Can you stand?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes, “I better be able to ‘cause I sure as hell am not gonna be carried by any of y’all.”

“Alright, fair enough. Up you go!” Jeremy hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you up slowly, grunting with effort, and you helped as best you could getting your legs underneath you.

“There we are. You good?” Jeremy gave you a once over, noting how unsteady you were on your feet.

“Yeah, just give me a sec,” you huffed, using Jeremy’s shoulder to steady yourself.

“We don’t have a sec,” Ryan shouted over his shoulder, “We need to move. Now.” An explosion rocked the ground as a helicopter came crashing down not far behind you, accentuating Ryan’s point.

“In what?” You yelled back. “There’s nowhere to run!”

“Gavin’s getting a car, move up so we’re ready to bolt as soon as he gets here.”

“Fucking hell, this all went to shit, huh?” You said to Jeremy as he helped you walk towards Ryan.

“You can say that again.” Jeremy replied, nudging you this way and that to keep you from tripping over debris, the sound of crunching glass accompanied every step.

“I’ve been saying it all damn day.”

The firefight Ryan was engaged in was slowly growing as more and more police cars pulled up, trying to corner your group. Jeremy took up post next to him, providing extra cover fire.

You leaned yourself on the railing a couple feet away. You rubbed at your temples as the sound of another helicopter registered in your foggy head. When you looked for it, you noticed it was a news chopper, not a police copper. You scrunched up your nose and gave them the finger, sticking your tongue out for good measure. Hope that looks good on TV.

You then turned back to the immediate threat, realizing then that your gun was no longer in your hand. It must have fallen from your hand when the car flipped. No way you’re looking for it now.

“I don’t have a gun.” You announced, hoping at least one of them had an extra.

“We don’t have anymore. Just stay low and try not to get shot.” Jeremy answered over his shoulder.

“Right, I can do that,” you mumbled to yourself, hunkering down where you were for the time being. Hopefully Gav won’t be long, the asphalt and barrier aren’t exactly comfortable, and your head still hurt. You probably have a concussion, you thought bitterly to yourself. Just the cherry on top of this very shitty sundae. It’s not even fucking Sunday so you can make that joke, dammit!

As you sat mopping to yourself, the shootout went on while Gavin searched for a car. A minute passes, which feels like an eternity on this god forsaken freeway, and you begin to hear activity behind you. At least, you think you do. Leaning up to peak behind the barrier you were kneeling against gave you full view of the large median between you and an on ramp. That median was now flooded with police closing in on your position, closing in really fucking fast. You felt your stomach drop at the sight, the scene reminding you a bit of the Walking Dead or some shit like that.

“Cops on our six!” You yelled, “Closing in fast!”

Immediately, Jeremy and Ryan whirled around, quickly taking in their new predicament. You were already getting your feet under you, so you were ready to run at a moment’s notice. The two men by your side began firing into the new group of cops as well, but the ones that had creeped up on your rear were much too close. You found yourself trying to calm yourself once again as you felt your heart and breathing rate increase under the new stress.

“Y/N! Watch out!” Jeremy suddenly called out.

Your eyes flew open, you don’t even remember closing them, finding Jeremy easily before tracking left in the direction he was aiming where you saw the reason for the alarm. Cops were creeping around the barrier, which ended a few feet from where you were crouched. From that position they could clearly see and shoot you without anything getting in the way. You need to move. Now.

You pushed off the ground, trying to make a run for new cover, but they were already shooting at you. You knew there was no way you would escape this without at least a bullet wound or two. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of purple take up half your vision. Jeremy had darted towards you, a hand pushing you forward knocked you off balance and you landed rather gracelessly on the pavement. When you looked back up, a witty remark on the tip of your tongue, but you no longer saw Jeremy standing behind you. Instead you say his body lurch as a bullet ripped straight through his torso and he fell in slow motion, his hat toppled from his head and the bandanna he tied around his face fell awkwardly as he hit the ground hard.

You felt the blood drain from your face, you felt your heart stop, you felt your mind freeze. Everything around you were frozen in time. You're eyes stung as you refused to close them as the shock at what you saw rolled over you. 

No.

"Shit, Rimmy!" Ryan yelled from behind you, but you couldn't even bring yourself to look in his direction, let alone speak to him.

Jeremy's been shot. He took a bullet for you. You'd always joked about this sort of thing happening but never had it actually happen before. Your chest hurt, you couldn't breathe, and you felt a familiar lump form in your throat. 

Why?

Gavin pulled up in a new car, bullet holes already riddled the car and blood was drying on the bumper. He stepped out immediately and began providing cover fire, "We need to get out of here!"

It was then that Ryan stepped in front of you, making his way towards Jeremy. You noticed that the gunfire had significantly lessened. Courtesy of Ryan, you figured. You couldn't bring yourself to move an inch, the horror of what you witnessed still hadn't fully registered in your brain. Was it fatal? Is he dead? Why isn't Ryan saying anything? What's going on? 

Please, no!

"Jer?"  You whispered to no one. Tears began trail down your face and your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. When Ryan began lifting Jeremy's lifeless body in his arms, a sob was torn from your throat.

"We need to go!" Gavin was next to you now, his hand wrapped around your upper arm. You used his grip as leverage to stand but immediately shook his grip off. You walked away from him, hearing his protests, and leaned down to pick up the cowboy hat that had fallen forgotten on the pavement. Then you turned to follow the Golden Boy silently to the car, barely able to make out the blurred shapes with all the tears falling from your eyes.

You numbly made your way to the passenger seat, Ryan placed Jeremy in the back and sat with him. Probably trying to stop the bleeding. No one spoke as Gavin began to make for a retreat.

It was in that moment you noticed a black SUV pulled up alongside you, a familiar black SUV. It belonged to the Fakes. The windows rolled down revealing members of B Team. No wonder the police had backed off, your back up had arrived. Another black SUV pulled up along the other side of your getaway vehicle, you didn't have to look to know that there was a third trailing behind you. B Team formed became an escort to guide Gavin and the rest of you back to the pent house quickly and safely to get Jeremy the help he needed as soon as possible.

Gavin drove as quickly as possible back to base, his shoulders drawn tense and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The drive passed in shocked silence with only your choked sobs to break it as you tried your best to hold your distress inside. In your hands was Jeremy's hat, your grip on the brim was almost painful. You couldn't bring yourself to look behind you, to look at Jeremy or Ryan as he did his best to keep Jeremy alive. You couldn’t ask if he was already gone or if he was doing okay. You just couldn't.

Your car was guided below the building, into the garage under the pent house. There were a group of people stood waiting for you at the end of the garage by the elevator and the door to the infirmary. You saw a stretcher and your crew doctors, Caleb and Kdin, with their team of nurses next to them. You also saw Geoff, Jack, and Michael. It brought you some relief to know that they made it out alright, only minor cuts and bruises and soot proving they ever left this pent house in the first place.

As soon as the car stopped, the back-seat door was opened, and Ryan was stepping out to help them get Jeremy on the stretcher, Gavin had already made it to the other side of the car. You didn't even acknowledge the commotion around you. You just lowered your head to the hat in your hands. You no longer had the strength to fight your tears, your strength dissipated by the sight of home.

#achievement hunter fanfiction #jeremy dooley x reader #jeremy dooley imagine #fahc #fake ah crew #reader insert #part 2 of 3 #complete #fahc jeremy

[bunnyrapline]

Markiplier Ego AU

So I got bored, and I was thinking of that Editing is Everything trailer that was basically all the egos were split personalities. So I made a little thing. It’s not a story it’s more like an idea for a story? Kind of like a quick list of which personalities I’d include and some of their traits. I ended up turning it into a kind of observation sheet though.

So I guess it’s more like a prologue of a story I’m most likely not going to write. Basically it’s an observation sheet from someone at a hospital that Mark was admitted to after an incident with one of his personalities. It’s a bit of their observations as well as written down characteristics that Mark has given them followed by some advice for whoever the lucky therapist is. (If I wanted to keep it the spirit of things as they have been the Therapist could even be Y/N). Im going to post it below this (also the dates aren’t included in the sheet, they were there for me to figure out who was made first. That was part of the boredom thing).

List of Personalities

Mark (2012)

The original personality

Dark (2012)

Main emotions: Anger and Rage

Also a schemer and manipulator

Wilford Warfstache (2012)

Unstable

Holds the worst of trauma

Can be Violent

Doesn’t understand consequences of actions

King of the Squirrels (Jan 2013)

Animal lover

Loves outdoors

The Author (Feb 2013)

Loves to write

Enjoys trying to get others to do what he wants

Like to push others to their limits

Ludwig Von BallingCrusher (July 2013)

Work out enthusiast

strong

Dr. Iplier (Oct 2013)

Obsessed with others dying (not in a murder way)

Believes self to be doctor and has significant medical knowledge

Bad bed-side manner; lacks empathy

Tim (Jan 2014) (It’s tiny box tim but it felt weird not including him so I mae him a personality)

Innocent

Has the mind of a child

Mental age around 7-10 is the guess right now

Silver Shepard (June 3, 2014)

Wants to help save the day

Wants to help people

low self-esteem

Googleiplier (Oct 2014) (May 2017 goes by Google Blue or Blue)

The logical side

Not emotionless; likes to ignore emotions

Has stammering issues that translate as glitches and pauses in “system”

Has a dislike for humanity and wishes to see them destroyed

Bim Trimmer (Dec 2014)

Business oriented

Could be a cannibal? (talks about it sometimes)

Bad with names

Ed Edgar (Mar 2015)

Obsessed with selling things; specifically people though

Has tried on numerous occasions to sell us the Tim personality

At denials lowered price and even offered to give us money if we took him

We find this concerning for a multitude of reasons

The Host (May 2015)

Created from the author

Traumatized

Narrates what happens around him

Talks to themselves b/c of this and has a hard time communicating with others

(FNAF) Security Guard (June 2015)

Paranoid about safety

Concerned with keeping entries and exits to the places their staying are secure

Survivalist (Feb 2016)

Loves harsh realities of outdoors

Extremist

Has a hard time dealing with society

Chefiplier (Aug 2016)

Has a passion for cooking

Yandereplier (Nov 13, 2016)

Dangerous and unstable

Focus on individuals they think they love

Violent when perceived to be rejected

Likes swords

Santiplier (Nov 2016)

Unhealthy obsession with Christmas

Takes the negative part of Christmas to seriously

The Jims (May 5, 2017)

Ridiculous but antics are humorous

IS One personality as but contains many within it

leads to conversations with Himself (their selves?)

Bingiplier (May 2017)

More relaxed than Google

More concerned with being cool

Has a bro skater personality

Doesn’t suffer from same glitching problem that Google Blue does

-23. Google’s Red, Yellow, & Green (May 2017)

Function more smoothly than Google Blue

Each have their own separate personality

Yellow is more human and has the widest range of emotions

Red tends to be less patient and easier to anger

Green tends to take more after B with few emotions, but is calmer than all the rest

R, Y, & G don’t feel the same contempt for people that B does but assist in his plans anyway

Oddly enough they also don’t suffer from the same “glitching” that Google Blue does

Note:

As of this moment it is not exactly clear what has brought out the personalities of The Host, Google Red, Google Green, and Google Yellow. All that is known, is that they are a split off from two of the main personalities; The Author and Google Blue (formally known as Googleiplier) respectively. We can only deduce that the splits of occurred from some form of trauma the aforementioned personalities suffered personally. Being that Mark has had no form of therapy to treat his condition before this point there is, at this moment, no way to gather information on the trauma without directly discussing it with the personalities involved.

As you read the list that follows this note, you will find this to be particularly distressing. The best thing for now would be to get the personalities comfortable with you before trying to push any sensitive subjects. A good portion of them don’t do well under stress, and some show high likely hoods of being dangerous as a main part of their personalities. It is presumed that these personalities are the ones that were created specifically to protect Mark at the time from danger, but have also been warped by the traumas they were created by.

Another important matter. DO NOT REFER TO THEM AS PERSONALITIES. For an unknown reason this has had a poor effect on every single personality, even the original Mark showed a disdain. They see themselves as completely separate beings all stuck in the same body, and while this is a serious issue, for now it would be better to refer to them as they have asked and have done so themselves for years. When you refer to them CALL THEM EGOS. It’s ridiculous I know but the first step is building a rapport with Mark and them before we can move any further. Once they trust you they will be more likely to share and hopefully some healing can occur.

Be careful though. Some of them are manipulators and will say what you want to here if they think they can get something out of it. Both the above list and the one below, though they do contain info we’ve gathered from our brief time of observation, are mostly compiled from what the patient, Mark, has told us of the individual personalities egos. I would take them as fact until he comes in for his first session and you are able to determine for yourself.

Though there are many concerning attributes of some of the egos, it is important to note that, until the incident that occurred a few days ago, there have never been any incidents, police reports, or anything pointing to troubling behavior from Mark that would point this being a known pattern of behavior. Hopefully whatever occurred was just a onetime occurrence of a mind under serious duress. However, If you see anything that points to the opposite of that it is your responsibility to report, and if necessary commit the young man if necessary. The safety of the public must come first.

Good Luck. Below are the egos put in categories egos are the least likely to be triggered into a violent state, can be triggered into a violent state, and those to be extremely cautious of.

Mostly Harmless Egos

Bingiplier

The Jims

Chefiplier

King of the Squirells

Bim Trimmer (watch him though, the talk of cannibalism makes us uncomfortable)

Ed Edgar

Silver Shepard

Tim

Ludwig von BallingCrusher

Egos Likely to Be Triggered into Violence or Instability

The Host

Wilford

FNAF Security Guard

Survivalist

Santiplier

Google’s Red, Green, & Yellow

Egos that are Dangerous

Dark

Google B

Yandere

The Author

So that’s it. Know it’s long. And if I got anything wrong either with the egos or with therapy, therapist stuff let me know. Any mistakes were not intentional. If I ever did write this I would do more proper research or I would switch the focus away from the therapy stuff if I got too worried about getting all that stuff messed up (which I am by the way).

Here’s the video by the way

#markiplier #markiplier ego #markiplier egos

[iamartemisday]

Jane Foster Week Day Three

.03 AU

Biker AU based on this post, though this fic doesn’t use that exact scenario.

**

‘I am not a damsel in distress,’ Jane thought as she ducked behind the bar from the brawl about to commence. ‘I do not need to be saved. I am a strong, independent woman of science, and the only reason I’m hiding is so I can wait for the right moment to make a break for the door. I am not waiting for some big burly hero to come and sweep me out of harm’s way.’

This was Jane’s mantra as the fight raged just beyond the borders of her sanctuary. She should’ve known going out for pina coladas at night when she lived in the worst part of the city was a bad idea. Somehow, because she had such a great day (getting the best seat on the bus to the university and blowing away the board of trustees with the current findings of her research), she had figured herself immune to trouble. And so the world, being the world, had seen fit to dissuade her of such arrogance.

That was clearly why she was curled in a fetal position, hopefully too low for the flying bottles or chairs to hit. How the fight had been started, she didn’t know. Random bar guy A said something to offend random bar guy B. Bar guys C through Z saw them duke it out and took the opportunity to trash the place. That was Jane’s best guess.

She inched closer to the door. There were approximately eight feet between the end of the bar and the exit. If she ran at it in a full sprint, she’d be outside in three to five seconds. If she didn’t get hit by a flying projectile or worse, she’d be home free. She just needed the right moment to move. Peeking the side, Jane noted the fighting seemed to be focused on the back of the bar. That was where five different guys hurled themselves at a pair of men standing back to back. Three of them went down too fast for Jane to see what had happened to them. The other two fared better but still ended up on the ground with their faces smashed in.

Their opponents quickly moved on to other targets, and that was when Jane realized the entire fight was these two men against everyone else. And they were winning.

“This is why I hate going places with you,” one of them said to the other. He was tall and well built with long dark hair and a healthy amount of stubble on his irate face. “You’re always running your mouth off, and then people get pissed, and then we have to fight our way through a group of drunk guys or mafia enforcers or something.”

“Your words injure me, James,” said the second man with a distinctly posh accent. Slightly taller and skinnier than his companion, he was nevertheless the force to be reckoned with. He snatched the arm of a man attempting to punch him and twisted it around. The bones cracked and the would-be attacker screamed in agony. “I might reconsider covering the cost of your drinks.”

“What drinks? I didn’t get a chance to drink anything thanks to you.” The first man, James, picked up a chair and threw it over his shoulder. It slammed into a man sneaking up behind him, knocking him out cold. “I should take that stupid bike of yours and throw it off a bridge.”

“I’d prefer you didn’t. It cost me more money than you’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, that must be why you’re bringing it to me every other week for repairs, jackass.”

They stepped back at the same time, allowing the last, largest man to barrel past them. He was enormous, so much so that he couldn’t stop in time to avoid smacking into the bar. It wobbled and Jane had to muffle a scream with her hands. Thankfully, the bar didn’t fall on her and it seemed the fighting had finally come to an end.

‘See that? Not a damsel. You got through it all on your own.’

Except she was still in the bar and she had no idea of the dynamic duo over there were good guys or bad guys. She peered out through a gap between the bottles at their legs. She had yet to get a good look at their faces, but their voices struck a chord in her. She was pretty sure she’d heard them before.

One of them bent over to pick something up. He glanced in Jane’s direction, his eyes blueish green and piercing. She moved away, praying he hadn’t spotted her. She held her breath and waited to her footsteps approach the bar, but they never came.

“All right, I believe we’re done here,” said the British one. “Shall we?”

“I’m still dumping your bike in the ocean, asshole.”

Jane peered over the top of the bar as they stepped over and around prone bodies towards the front entrance. One smaller man lifted his head as they passed, snarling with a purer form of hate than Jane could remember seeing. He rose steadily to his feet, not making a sound. A blade protruded from his hand, poised to stab the British one in the back.

Jane didn’t know what made her do it, her body was just on autopilot. There was an unopened vodka bottle within arm’s reach. She lobbed it at the man’s head with all her strength, and though she was zero and fifty-nine at wastepaper basketball, this time her aim was true. Jane didn’t know what sounded worse, the bottle hitting his head or his body hitting the floor. Either way, he would not be getting up again for a while. His knife skidded across the floor, stopped by the boot of the first man, James.

James, whom Jane now recognized as James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Also known as half of the most notorious biker gangs in the city. Which meant his friend was Loki Odinson, the other half.

They were much hotter in person, Jane dimly acknowledged. They were also staring at her, and she hadn’t ducked back down after throwing the bottle, so there was nothing to hide her face.

“Uh…” she swallowed, trying to remind herself that she wasn’t a damsel, but the words were jumbled up in her head. “I uh… I’m…”

“Aren’t you Jane Foster?” Bucky pointed at her. Loki studied her with greater interest at his friend’s words.

“Huh? I mean yes, I am… how do you know my name?”

Loki chuckled. “Calm yourself, we are not stalkers. We attended your seminar on wormholes last month. You are an excellent speaker and your work in astrophysics is truly brilliant.”

“You were at my lecture?” Jane was in the Twilight Zone. She had to be. There was no other way she’d cross paths with a pair of sexy bikers and find out they were fans of hers.

“What were you doing in a place like this?” asked Bucky. “With all due respect, it doesn’t seem like your kind of place.”

“It’s not,” said Jane. “My usual bar closed down and I’ve been looking for a new one. I probably should’ve waited to try this one…”

“I’m rather happy you didn’t,” said Loki, Bucky nodding in agreement. “Now, how shall we repay you for that daring rescue?”

“It was barely a rescue,” Jane said. “You guys could’ve taken him down no problem.”

“Doesn’t matter,” said Bucky. “How about dinner? All this fighting and not getting anything to drink-” he shot Loki the stink eye, “-is making me hungry.”

“Do you enjoy pizza, Ms. Foster?”

She could tell by the look in their eyes, they would not take no for an answer. She also had a feeling they weren’t just looking to be friends with her unless that was just her hormones acting up and making her hallucinate. With a sigh of defeat and a smile she couldn’t keep down, Jane stepped around the counter and met them at the door. “I know a place three blocks from here. How do you guys feel about pineapple pizza?”

They looked at her like she’d just asked them to kill a puppy.

“There is little in this world more despicable than pizza with pineapples on it,” said Loki.

“Makes me sick to my stomach,” said Bucky, who indeed looked a little green.

Jane grinned. “I think the three of us will get along fine.”

#Jane Foster #janefosterweek #Loki #Bucky Barnes #Loki/Jane/Bucky #apologies to all pineapple pizza lovers out there #but I do not understand you...

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

So I saw your post about your favorite story being mubfats and how you have a Deaf character who was cannonically Hearing. You said you had to change things to fit his life as a Deaf person. What did you change?

Okay, prepare for a loooooong list!

1.  

In episode 1 alone, we have many things:

A.) 

Canon: Yuuri stares out the window. Hears Victor’s voice. Turns to see him walking by, and flushes a bit from seeing his idol.

AU: Yuuri is staring out the window. Victor’s red and white jacket catches his attention from his peripherals. He turns to see him walking by, and flushes a bit from seeing his idol.

B.)

Canon: Yuuri’s mother knocks on his bedroom door and tells him to help shovel the snow. He’s been holed up for who knows how long, moping in embarrassment over a social media upset.

AU: Yuuri cannot hear, but he still deserves privacy. His parents installed a strobe light to act as his doorbell ever since he was young. They push a button outside his door, which causes the bright light to come on and flash repeatedly. They agreed upon a 10 second window. If he doesn’t open the door, they can come in.

C.)

Canon: Yuuri skates to the music and makes mistakes at the beginning of the episode. Complete with falling. His dog just died. He panicked and binged unhealthy food before the competition. His anxiety got the better of him. He finished last with over 100 points away from Victor who was in first.

AU: Yuuri is emotional over the loss of his dog and comforts himself with too much food. The distress causes him to forget what his coach is wearing. He and his coach developed a cueing method. Yuuri cannot hear the music, but by memorizing the timing in conjunction with the music, he can perform alongside it just fine.

He neglects contact lenses because skating without them leaves the audience a fuzzy mess. It also makes it so he doesn’t have to see them. It’s like he’s alone and it puts him under less stress.

His coach would wear bright colors so Yuuri could still spot him from across the rink. He forget the color, missed the cue to start, and the entire routine was just a mess of falling and disjointed timing.

D.)

Canon: A kid, also named Yuri, yells at him after he’s found crying in the bathroom over his loss, and tells him to give up and that he’s an idiot loser. Yuuri considers quitting thanks to those words and loses his love for skating, which spurs him to want to find it again.

AU: Said kid has a thick, Russian accent and Yuuri couldn’t hear his insults, nor Lip-Read his poor pronunciations very well. Basically, anything the kid said went over his head. His doubts over his own abilities come from his anxiety and not the vitriol from a 14 year old. 

2. 

A.)

Canon: He cross-trains in ballet like always and without issue.

AU: His ballet instructor learned JSL for him. She bought a large speaker and had him lay against it while she blasted the music he would perform to. It allowed him to become familiar with the pounding beats and made it easier to familiarize himself with the timing. In the fic, he did many dance competitions with her as his coach. Long before he made figure skating his career goal.

B.)

Canon: Victor, who is Yuuri’s new coach, coaches Yuuri. Talks to him and suggests things. The usual coach/student relationship in the beginning.

AU: Victor, who becomes his new coach, learns that he is Deaf after 3 weeks of Yuuri passing as Hearing very well. He decides that he wants to learn one of the Sign Languages Yuuri has learned. Either JSL or ASL. He asks the ballet instructor for advice on which is better. Both Yuuri and Victor learned English from American tutors. She told him that familiarizing himself with ASL was best because the alphabet mimics the American English one, which has only 26 characters. In Japan, they have over 50 characters to learn and as he didn’t know any Japanese, it would be easier for him to learn ASL.

He proceeds to start taking online courses to surprise Yuuri with, and takes to bodily rearranging him instead of standing behind the barrier shouting orders. They use Twitter messenger. Send each other texts. Pull up notepads on their cellphones when having discussions. Or pass the laptop back and forth with an empty document, each writing something for the other to see. One Italicized and the other Bold.

3.

A.)

Canon: Yuuri’s sister calls him during the Rostelecom Cup and tells him that Victor’s poodle is at the vet and that she might not make it. Yuuri tells Victor to go back to Japan and be with his dog(because Yuuri didn’t get to be with his own poodle before he passed away).

AU: As Yuuri cannot hear, we need to consider other ways for him to still take phone calls. And then it hit me! Skype. FaceTime. These, which are used for interviews or for seeing family across the globe, can be used by those who need to Sign as a form of communication.

B.)

Canon: Yuuri just wakes up and la-di-da. Goes about his days.

AU: He has the vibration on his cell turned up to the max, and uses it as an alarm to wake up. It vibrates the entire bed, and he usually holds it under his hand while sleeping.

4.

A.)

Canon: Got a poodle because his idol Victor got one. Named said poodle Victor. Went to America for 5 years and didn’t see his poodle the entire time he was gone because he never traveled back home. Was sad when Victor died during the competition at the beginning of the story.

AU: Victor the Poodle was Yuuri’s Deaf Companion. Yuuri could not bring him to America when he went to University/Prestigious Ice Rink because Victor was too big for the dorm rules. Didn’t go home ever until he graduated, so he didn’t see said dog for 5 years. Dog died, Yuuri cried.

B.)

Canon: Yuuri’s family and friends talk and joke a lot. Life is good. They run a hot spring and inn. 

AU: The family and friends learned JSL for his sake and even when he was gone, they kept up their practice. They were signing faster and better when he finally came home, and he was touched. Especially since their town only had 7 D/deaf and HoH civilians.

C.)

Canon: Yuuri speaks, screams, and hears without issue.

AU: Yuuri had to go through intensive speech therapy for both Japanese and English. Not to mention taking JSL and ASL on the side. And despite all of this, when he’s around a new person, he still struggles to Lip-Read, and it takes time as they get to know one another for him to better predict their lip movements and pronunciations.(That’s why his friends and family learned specific SL for his sake.)

Main components were changed around in his life. I felt it was important to show how he had to used different methods to get similar reactions or happenings as Canon!Yuuri did. Of course his end result ends up being different than Canon.

Took a lot of studying, but it was enlightening, fun, and worth it. ^-^

[v-le]

My Trip to S. Korea (5/25/16 - 6/2/16)

Hello, friends!! I am back! Ahaha I have several posts that I’ve been wanting to make, but this one in particular has been fueling my interest more than ever these days. Rather than a review or a rant, this post is simply.. a log? :)

On May 25th of last year, I had the opportunity to travel to Korea as a 16 year old junior. I left school a week and a half earlier than everyone else, but it wasn’t just for fun. I was a part of IVSBP, the Interact Vietnam Soccer Ball Project (s/o to my wonderful team: Rotarians Nick, Marriane, Avis, and Sue, Roteractor Oliver, & fellow Interactors Gina and Abdul), a service project that aimed to bring the power of play to less fortunate children in Vietnam. In 2016, the Rotary International Convention (RICON) was being held in Korea, and I was blessed enough to be a part of the team that represented IVSBP with its very own booth at RICON. In this place, over 45,000 Rotarians from all over the world would gather for several special days. 

Each and every day, I documented my journey by quickly (and messily) scribbling each entry onto a currency conversion diagram paper that was partially cut up for reasons I cannot recall. Here is my 7-day “diary”, as transcribed word for word from the paper itself, with extra commentary below each entry:

Day 1

Arrive in Seoul Incheon + struggle tremendously to find driver. Astounded/fascinated/freaked out by tons of tall apts. Notes smog. Eat funky dinner w/ ppl, walked late at night.

Yes, I was admittedly spooked by the massive apartments that stretched on and on for as long as the eye could see LOL. The drive from Incheon to Seoul was one that I will never forget. That foreign feeling of being in a country that I dreamed about so many times makes my heart bulge with longing excitement. Also, our lodging was an Airbnb located in the heart of Gangnam. And so, our first night-walk was one that I wished could last forever.

Day 2

Wake at 6:45 am. Go to convention to set up. Kintex was rly cool. Cooler empty. Ate lunch (self-service). slow business. Went home to rest. Took metro home b/c no shuttles running. Took a long ass time & struggled little bit but managed to get it down. Went to COEX. Good shops, not enough time. Son Hoyoung fansigning + mini stage. Ate kbbq alone + did well even though scary. Home @ 11:30. 1:30 am sleep.

RICON was not held in Seoul, but rather in Goyang, which is a city about an hour away from Seoul. Kintex is the convention center, a massive two-structure building, with its own restaurants inside. To this day, I have spotted several shows / dramas / music videos that were filmed at Kintex as well. The Korean metro system is hands down my favorite part about Korea. It is very affordable, convenient, & easy to use once you get the hang of it. My team and I struggled a little bit at first because we were confused by the questionable red/green colors for some stops & routes, but I quickly realized it simply meant express versus “all-stop”. Myself and two others managed to go to the COEX Mall by metro, which was about a mile from our own apartment. One of my goals for Korea was to see a celebrity randomly, and it just so happened on our first full day! I was shopping in Aland with my friend when she suddenly ran up to me and said “Vanessa, Vanessa come look over here, come with me, there is someone singing outside!!”. We hurried outside, and there was Son Hoyoung, promoting his solo album with a mini fansigning event! After shopping, we wandered the streets of Gangnam once again, settling on a random bbq place for dinner. We were just 3 measly American high schoolers in a foreign country, but we ordered, ate, and paid for everything with ease. It was quite an exhilarating experience.

Day 3

Wake 6:45 am. Preconvention. Slow business. (BTW saw Music Works notice about Song yoo bin busking the night before --> day goal: leave & get to COEX by 6 pm) Talked to lotsa ppl. Managed to rush to shuttle station 9 @ 5 pm. Very late bus out of all 20 stations. Eventually wound up @ COEX at 7:20 pm w/ a very distraught heart. Went & finished COEX shopping. Struggled to eat stew at place w/o menu. Abdul + soju = dafuq is wrong w/ you; gtfo. 1:30 am sleep.

Ah yes, this day will go down as one of the most frustrating/ stressful/ depressing days I have ever experienced. RICON offers 20 different shuttle stations, each w/ their own buses & unique routes that run all throughout Seoul. The one that was crucial for me that day was Station 9, specifically at 5 pm. I remember stressing out the entire day about how we could get permission to leave early enough, which route to use, and simply making it to Song Yubin’s event with ease. And yes, I was able to successfully figure all that out throughout the day’s activities. It was just up to the bus to take us there. Unfortunately, although each station should have had buses running every 15 minutes starting from 5 pm & onward, Station 9′s bus was late to begin with. In fact, there was just one bus at first, but it filled quickly, and with only 3 seats left, we didn’t want to separate our group of 4, so we decided to wait for the next bus that would come in “5″ minutes. Those “5″ minutes trickled into the longest hour of my life. I remember standing in the burning sun, looking towards the end of the street the entire time, keeping my eyes peeled, standing on my tippie toes, my forehead sweating, my face twisting into distress as each minute passed. We finally made it onto the bus around 6:10. Yubin’s event started at 6. I remember falling asleep on the bus ride there, but waking up every ten minutes or so, just to see if we could still make it. By the time we walked out into COEX’s exhibition hall (the same one that Son Hoyoung was at the day before), it was completely empty. I didn’t cry because I wasn’t that petty, but.... I definitely felt extremely down. I had completely missed a once in a lifetime opportunity. To see one of my favorite, young & talented vocalists before he became popular and ventured into the kpop-idol scene. There was just some terrible kinda fate happening that day, in which the world just really didn’t want me to see him. For dinner, us 4 wandered around Gangnam again, but settled for something closer to our apt. It had no English menus nor pictures at all. And so once again (the other time would be the metro debacle), my handy dandy Korean-reading skills helped us out, and we barely managed to order various ... ingredients?? (only ones that I understood, though) that all went together in some sort of soup... To this day, I’m not really sure what we ate, but I remember it tasted delicious nonetheless.

Day 4

Same wake. Opening ceremony cool = k-tigers + Lena Park. Sleep-inducing speeches. Arrived back to booth @ 1 pm. Mango six yucky bubble tea. Left to Namsan. Actually used diff shuttle route + taxi to end up @ Namsan cable car. Went to tower. Managed to wander into Myeongdong. V cool. Metro home.

RICON officially begins! Lena Park performed and I was awestruck. At the convention, there are hundreds of different kind of volunteers, and some of them aid convention-goers with travels going to and from Kintex. We asked about getting to COEX the day before, and this time, we came back to ask about getting to Namsan, because my friend especially wanted to go there. I remember hearing the girls behind the table whisper about how we were just using them for our own personal, mini adventures, and I started to feel a bit embarrassed ahah. Regardless, the shuttle we took didn’t take us directly to the cable car site; we had to take a taxi after it dropped us off. I remember we struggled immensely with flagging it down and relaying our destination, but the driver thankfully understood perfectly, and took us right to the cable cars. From there, it was smooth sailing to the tower. It was very dreamlike, arriving at the top as the sun was setting, and leaving when the night had settled in completely. I remember taking a panoramic picture of the view, which I later used (and still use) as my facebook cover photo LOL. Wandering to Myeongdong was also quite the adventure, for we tried asking a civilian about “Myeongdong market” or something, but could not receive any helpful advice. If anything, I think we simply wandered farther into the city around Namsan, and *poof* there we stood in the middle of all the stores. And of course, we conveniently used the metro to make our way back home from there.

Day 5

6 am wake WTF?!?! Still left @ 7:30 anyway. V tired today. Kept falling asleep + lightheaded. Ate 떡볶이 & fell asleep disgustingly. Waited excruciatingly long for Nick to decide to go home. Left @ 5:30. Got back to station @ 7:15. Ate expensive bbq. 쌈 so good. Ate the snow w/ signatures like 정유미, 인순이, 박서준, 유아인 etc. 100% milk! Very nice lady :) . Gong cha jumbo. cool. Night @ 12 am for once.

By this time, the long days were getting to us, and we were thoroughly exhausted. However, dinner was quite fun, we ate with other convention-goers from the Bay Area as well. To this day, whenever I eat 쌈(ssam), it never compares to the kind I ate in Korea, and I have immediate withdrawals. And im not sure why i decided to write those names in Korean, but yes, the bingsoo place we stopped by had various signatures of celebs plastered around the walls, like Jung Yoo Mi, Insooni, Park Seo Joon, Yoo Ah In, and more. The “ice” was made of 100% milk, which was the entire shop’s selling point, & it was delish. Also, I, of course, had to get my pmt fix at the gong cha located near our apt. too.

Day 6

STOP waking us @ 6!!! Went about the usual day. Learned about fire w/ DC advisers :( . Ate frozen sticky dog for lunch. Fell asleep a lot still. Oliver felt much better: Myeongdong! The travel/transportation ladies seemed to dislike us so we managed to find proper shuttle. Shopped for a while. Felt rly sad that I couldn’t find good stuff for EZ. Going broke. Ate 김치 볶음밥! Yummy! w/ cheeseee. So full; couldn’t finish. Store ppl are scary. Very late. Everyone exhausted except for me. Got home 12:30. Slept 2:15. *written on the side* Gina lost her phone :( . 

Not a super eventful day, but we went back to Myeongdong again because we felt like we didn’t have enough time to fully explore the first time we were there. Once again, whenever I eat some form of kimchi fried rice here in the states, it never ever ever compares to the kind we had that night. Literally the best fried rice I ever had. Cheap and generously filled, too. Our team was dead tired by the night, as in they kept falling asleep on the subway LOL. Except I stayed alert, out of duty, amusement, and just pure excitement for another deep night in Seoul.

Day 7

Leftovers for breakfast. Very slow day @ convention. Left later than usual. Fell asleep @ booth a lot. Closing ceremony PSY, but everyone else was p lame. Ravi’s speech was very sleep-inducing; I’m sorry :( . Went to shuttle + left @ 8 pm. Ate super expensive dinner beef 한우 w/ M & N. They r weird. Service 짬뽕! But too spicy. Large Gong cha @ 10 pm; only 5 bucks left :( . But Nick paid for the pmt. Its 1:30 am rn but we gotta wake at 3 am b/c flight @ 7:30 am. I GOT MY PERIOD, FUCK!!!

And that, is how I ended my last log in Korea LOL. The leftovers for breakfast refer to the kimchi fried rice leftovers ahaha. Getting to see PSY was also pretty cool. I’m not sure why I said “beef 한우(hanwoo)“, but yes, it was quite expensive, where like 1 of the slabs of meat costed about 50,000 won! But this restaurant was also where I finally got to experience the concept of “service” in which they gave us free food :’) Also,I’m not sure why I said 5 bucks, but I meant 5,000 won ahaha. Having a flight late at night was quite exciting, for the Seoul nights were my favorite kind of memory overall. Or rather, they were all I really had since I spent all my days at RICON.

Welp, this ended up wayyyy longer than i anticipated, but it was honestly really refreshing to go over some memories that happened over a year ago. Although this trip was mainly for RICON, I had the amazing opportunity to delve into the culture that I had only seen countless times through a computer screen. As Oliver had said, we were volunteers by day, & tourists by night. I enjoyed my time more than I ever expected, and I have promised myself that I will go back. Soon.

Thank you, sk, for treating us so well.

#south korea #travel log #trip #the food was to die for honestly #i will go back to read this each time i feel like im forgetting parts of this trip #i have to go back i swear