#I MEAN. okay like i get the noy having anyone for so long and then having each other of it also | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

complete-clownery · 4 months

Text

Not me deciding that I wanna figure out how does Macaques dojo work, cuz I couldnt seem to find any ideas of it on the internet lol

Okay so long long LONG rant:

Ik that in canon the whole place looks kinda-- moldy and shit and I get the lot of hc about how Macaque probably doesnt even live there since its in a very industrial outer neighborhood of Megaplois, and also it probably isnt really decorated or looks like someone is living in there at all, but I like to think that he has standards and they put like 272636373 nois cancelation seals on their bedroom so he can sleep camly when he actually can sleep (since in my hc Macaque suffers from insomnia (its a pretty common hc tho, but you get it)) and I think the outer circle of Megaplois is even tho industral and under constructuion on most parts, its probably more quiet than downtown

And I also like to imagine, Macaque even tho if not commited to a place will make it more homy. But looking at my reference pictures, in the dojo there were also a lot of posters and paintings (and in MKAGC Macaque did mention he might have a poster of wukong soooo~~)

For the layout I went after whatever felt right, since I had like 4 pictures to piece together a two-story house with a gallery(??) so its actually just me deciding what I want and where I wanna put it

(Here are the screenshots from lmk s1ep9 I used:)

Okay Okay if you couldnt tell, for some reason im really hyped about this stuff so im going to lead you trough my thougtprocess, when imagining this whole thing, in order from ground level to gallery

1. Ground level:

Ahh yes ground level: the problem child

(Im going to keep it somewhat brief here cuz I wrote a shit ton of explanations for it, but that somehow got deleted which I am super pissed about btw)

So I saw that a lot of hc with Macaques place are mostly that first floor is the dojo and the second floor is the living area, buuut~~ based on the screenshots of the series that doesnt make any sense. My reasoning? Simple really, its bc you can see the ceiling If you are standing in the dojo. This could lead to the conclusion that:

"Okay maybe then there is no second floor just a gallery in there somewhere and thats it".

Sure we can say that, but then you would ignore the fact that you cant see the front door of the building when Macaque slams Mk into a weaponstand.

"Okay then its on the other side of the room that we never got to see in the episode"

I mean maybe sure but to me from an animation point of view it just doesnt make sense, just why would they flipp the camera angle like that (I mean anyone can think whatever they want, everyones opinion is valid, its not like anyone would ever argue me on this one ((or read this whole brainrot trough in the first place lol)))

Haha anyways regardless of anything, let's go back to talking about the first floor, shall we?

Everything is pretty self explenatory: when you come in on the front door youll see a little shoe rack where you can but your shoes, and one stair to seperate the ante-room from the rest of the house

Then theres a long hall that leads to the enterence of the storageroom, the random room and the staircase that leads to the second floor

I couldnt decide on what to put in that big room-- I had no clue -- I was thinking maybe Macaque could let other people rent it for a few days of maybe theres a shop with an owner whos ranting the place from Macaque (I think thats an interasting concept, but I didnt explore any of them) oh well thats that tho

"""somewhat brief""""

Second floor:

This was probably the easiest, since 90% of it is the dojo

But before that when you walk up to the second floor you can see a big boubel door that opens to the dojo, and a normal door that opens to the bathroom, which is strategicly placed there by yours truely. There is big brain logic behind it,, it might be inconvinient for Macaque to walk down the stairs from his bedroom trough the dojo to the bathroom (but also he can just shadow portal there--), but when ocasionally he mentors Mk, he might have to go to the bathroom while hes at Macaques place and I dont think Macaque would apritiate someone stomping trough his personal area, and thats why the bathroom is conviniently placed next to the dojo and not that far from the bathroom I know im a genius (**read everything in the bathroom part with a lot of sarcasm**)

Anyways, we couldnt even see all four of the dojos walls so that was also a 'gamble', but I went with a simple bouble door that I mentioned before and two weapon stands (yes those are weapon stands) and other than that you can see the rest of the room on the screenshots, theres also the staircase and that has some closet underneath it, but thats about it

The gallery (my personal favorit):

Looking at my reference pictures i could see that the dojo took up a lot of space almost taking up the 1/2 of the building, which I think is reasonable and kinda cool, but that means small living area which I think is even cooler (I am a huge fan of small practical spaces, they feel so so cozy)

So Yeah the living space: mostly two rooms that I also illustrated on top of this post, (you probably saw it) with a balkony thingy before the enterence of the rooms, where you can look down and see the entirety of the dojo, good for observing.

When you go in the door (actually havent decided if I want to put a door there or curtains for style but meh who knows who cares), youll enter the small but spacious kitchen. I dont see the Six Eared Macaque as a homecook, more of a fake cooking guy (only making basic foods like eggs or toast, maybe ocasionally pancake), hints there is no built in stove or owen just a portable stove, a kettle and a toaster and a small fridge that has MKs drawing (that he drew for them at the end of season 3) magneted there :]

Other than that theres a sink and an old television, he got from the randomest place ever, maybe he fished it out of the trash idk, but he put it on top of the cabinets (rarely watches anything on it)

On the baseplan you can see that there was supposed to be a small table next to the sink with a chair, but it didn't make it to the final drawing cuz let's be honest: drawing interior in correct perspective without a reference picture is just not my strongest artskill I posess, so I got pissed and put a trashcan in there, Macaque can eat in his bed

Talking about bed, let's move on to the Six Eared Macaques room:

It is very small but pretty comfortable with a small bed but a shit ton of pillows for a good nights sleep, other than that there are a nightstand that has the Lantern on it (I know it sorta got lost/destroyed after defeating LBD but I wanted to put it there) and a drawer.

The nightstand probably doesnt have a lot innit, just some nick-nacks and tissues and maybe snacks, or a book or something, the drawer stores some of his clothes, but since I like to think that Macaque is a fashion icon that wont be able to fit most of their clothes, so maybe he stores them in a pocket dimension of shadows, and only has some esentials there when he needs to get ready quickly.

And we could talk about the posters plastered around the room, but most of them are kinda self-explanatory, but there are the poster of his shadowplaly of the hero and the warrior, some drawing, a "Hang in there babygirl!" Poster with a cat on it hanging in there, a poster of the monkey king (heh), phantom of the opera poster and a-- well--- that ones for my bestie hope she'll notice it, its a spies are forever poster (really fun musical a of spies, go watch it its on youtube), and a drawing he brought( maybe)

And thats about the bedroom

And we are still not done, how are we feeling about that?? Huh?? (You dont have to answert, this shit took me about 2 hours to write :] )

LAST PLACE: the corner of the windows opposit the kitchen and the bedroom. Its just a chill little place with pillows and blankets, where someone can bundle up and enjoy some tea or read a book or brood, whatever the monkey prefers. The special thing about it, is that you cant access the place without knowing how to levitate, fly, jump high, or use portals, not that much of a game changer since more than half of the lmk cast could get up there, but still a bit of a barrier in my opinion

AAAAAND~~~ thats it omg

Hi hello if you read this trough could you please comment or reblog with this: "🐵" cuz I wanna know about the brave soilders who went trough this immense amount of clownery,,, holly mother---

If you read this all 👏👏👏 you are amazing thank you for appreciating my work this much, have an amazing day or night ✨🪲

#clowning ∆#clown does art #lego monkey kid #lmk #lego monkey kid macaque #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk headcanon #interior design

198 notes · View notes

pomegranarchy · 10 months

Text

Have You Any Faith? Chapter 2: Arrival

wordcount: 1339 content warning: none link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47796682/chapters/120743410

---

arrival: noun ar·riv·al

1: the act of arriving 2: the attainment of an end or state 3: one that has recently arrived

In the time since, a strange bug had wandered into the village.

The bug’s steps are loud and heavy. Hopper had told Tiak that they reminded him of the clack of a broad shelled beetle. Not that very many of those came around this crook of Hallownest. A few conspire that the bug used to be a guard, given their height and imposing voice. Tiak himself thought it must be a ruse, as the bug possesses the easy mobility of a softer shelled bug, twisting and bending with what seems to be no limit. Pretending to be a much bigger and tougher bug would help protect anyone that seemed so… well, Tiak isn’t sure what the right word is. Lost? Sad? It would have been easier to tell if the bug didn’t always cloak themselves in loose fabric. Or maybe, if the bug explained anything themselves.

Either way, there was work to do. Tiak stepped into the mill, peering towards the silhouette at the grinder. It was impressive how dedicated they were to the task, but any normal bug had to take at least one break by now. What compelled somebody to settle down in the middle of nowhere, anyway?

“Ah, Tiak!” He jolts, having missed the other bug in the room. Thea chitters with amusement, setting down her scoop. “You came just in time. Our new friend was just getting to the good part!”

“The good part?”

“Yes! I used to dread my turn in here, but it’s so much easier with a story. It’s about a princess, and these terrible bugs trying to test her every night!” Thea waves an antenna in the taller bug’s direction. The grinding slows to a halt.

“It’s really only a simple story,” They say. “Nonsense!” Thea exclaims. “You’ve kept me more interested in flour then I’ve been in-- who knows how long! Maybe ever! Come on, catch Tiak up quick.”

Tiak grinds his mandibles together for a second. “Actually, I came here to see how much longer you’d be working.”

“Ah,” The bug exhales heavily. “Until I finish my story, I guess. Why, how long has it been?”

“You came in here when-- when most of us had first woken up, and now the kids are fighting themselves to stay awake! Don’t tell me you’ve been here the whole time?” At the bug’s lack of answer, he twitches.

“Have you really?” Thea asks sharply. “You can’t keep on like that! You’ll be so exhausted you won’t wake up again! How many times do we have to tell you? You don’t have to work your shell off to stay here, you know!”

“It’s okay,” The taller bug assures. “I’ve taken breaks. This isn’t all that taxing for me.”

“Honestly,” Thea chides, “You’d think you want to work yourself to death.”

They make a strange huffing noise that bounces up and down in pitch. “Don’t get your head in a twist. I’m fine, really.”

“A twist?” Tiak asks.

“It’s, uh… another expression. It means getting overly worried or panicked about things. Panic can make you feel dizzy and confused, so your head is ‘in a twist.’” The bug waves a sleeved arm about, making a swirling motion in the air.

“I never know how you keep coming up with so many of those,” Thea says. “It’s like little mini stories. Speaking of, you haven’t finished the one you started!”

“Hey!” Tiak interjects. “Overly worried? It’s a perfectly fine worry! Come on out, leave the rest for tomorrow. You can tell Thea the rest of your story outside.”

The bug steps away from the grinder, gesturing towards the doorway. Thea bounces out ahead of them, buzzing excitedly. “Alright. By the way, is there some sort of holiday or event soon?”

“No,” He says, confused. “Not that I’ve heard of.”

“Oh. You said the kids were trying to keep themselves up. I thought there could’ve been something they wanted to be awake for.”

“Ahh, I see. No, most of them are just afraid of sleeping. I was too.” And still am, Tiak thinks to himself. The strange bug makes a humming noise, and leaves it at that.

----

The stranger had taken to telling the children stories whenever bedtime came near. Effortlessly, they spun fantastical tales of all sorts. Filled with strange words, figures of speech, and turns of expression. They explained what wordplay was, and what making puns meant. It had become such a routine that the village had taken to calling them ‘Wordsmith.’

Tiak had molted out of being considered a child some time ago. It was an important event, and it meant he could help the village like he couldn’t before! But it was times like these where he wished he were still a little younger. Then, he could join the little group that hounded the Wordsmith, begging them to tell another story. To tell another clever joke, explain another big, strange word. Tiak could hardly contain the urge himself. It was just so exciting! It made the question of where they came from all the more curious. Where had they gotten all their stories? All of those brand new words? Surely they hadn’t come up with all of them alone. Tiak made the excuse of personally guiding the kids to their respective homes, just to catch snippets of the Wordsmith’s talk.

Once, he had overheard Hopper ask the Wordsmith if they minded looking after the children. In response, they had said that they were ‘enamored’ with them. Now, bedtime was something of celebration rather than dread. The difficulty in getting the kids to sleep were in their retellings, not their fear. At times, Tiak felt the same. But at others…

A child tugs at the Wordsmith’s loose sleeve. Perhaps the only form of touch that they allow; any other sends the Wordsmith shrinking away.

“Hey, um, I have a question… about your story.”

“Yes?”

“Isn’t… wasn’t the sleeping beauty afraid of going to sleep?” Tiak lingers. The child attached to his hand tightens their grip. The silence is aching.

“No. Do you want to know why?” The Wordsmith kneels, snapping a piece of long grass from the ground. “Because she had a dreamcatcher. It’s a very simple thing, really. You make a loop, like this, and then use something to make a net in the middle.”

They tie the ends together, forming a loop. Tearing a piece of thread from their robes, they wind it around the grass loop. The child-- no, the group of bugs-- watch attentively. No one dares interrupt them. Once it’s finished, the Wordsmith holds it out to the child. Tenderly, the child touches a hand to it.

“But… what does it do?”

“That’s simple, too. A dreamcatcher protects you, making sure that your sleep is peaceful and safe. It’ll catch all the nasty things before they can get to your head. Anyone can make one.”

“... Anyone? Really? Even though I can’t do magic?”

“Yes, really. The best part is that it works because of why it was made. That’s the thing about dreamcatchers. You can’t buy or trade one, or make one for yourself. It will only work if someone gives it to you, because they want you to be safe. Like this one. I want you to sleep safely, from now on and forever. All you have to do is name it, and the dreamcatcher will know it’s yours.” The Wordsmith holds out the completed dreamcatcher. As the child looks down at the gift, Tiak feels awe spread through him. Can a single bug really do that? If this works… if this gift is as valuable as they say…!

“Will you make one for me too?” Before he can stop himself, the words are spilling out of him. The Wordsmith looks sharply upwards. After a pause, they nod. All at once, the other bugs are asking them the same question. Tiak would have felt bad about overwhelming them, but all he can think of is how much he hopes that this grass and string will keep his village safe.

#hyaf #hollow knight ocs #hollow knight #hollow knight fanfic #ao3 #posted on AO3 #have you any faith?

5 notes · View notes

useyernamesteven · 3 years

Text

(Needed some goofy fluff to distract myself from the angst im writing so buckle up, its long. Based on that one post I cannot find so if anyone can help a homie out, much appreciated)

Raya/Namaari Accidental Marriage Proposal

Its not a far stretch to assume that the different tribes have different practices and rituals. And given the 500 year gap in communication its also easy enough to assume that the tribes don't know about each others differing customs.

For example: marriage proposals. In Tail its as cut-and-dry as asking. Talon people propose with rings and jade coin. When you propose in Spine you chop down a tree to show your commitment and strength.

The Fang propose with blades. Fang people love their knives, daggers, spears, and other pointy weapons, so if you want to ask someone to marry you, you do it with a blade.

I like to imagine it'd be because offering a blade to someone- who isn't family -is the equivalent of trusting your life to that person. I like to think the Fang value not only a person's strength and honour, but their ability to care and protect their people. So giving a blade to your chosen love is like saying, "I'm giving you this weapon because I trust you with my heart, literally and metaphorically".

But again, 500 year old divide means others have no clue what giving a knife to someone from Fang entails...

So maybe its been a few months or so after the Druun have been vanquished. Raya is still re-learning how to be a 'princess' while playing liaison between the tribes, with Sisu as her partner in crime. She likes it because she still gets to travel and she gets to see her new friends from the other tribes: Boun's business is booming, Noi has started talking, and Tong has become the new Chief of Spine.

Then there's Namaari.

Six years of playing cat-and-mouse together (or rather angry kitten and homeless puppy) can be hard to overcome. At first it was a struggle. And incredibly awkward. Namaari, too guilt ridden over what she'd done, and Raya, still angry and socially stunted, could barely hold a conversation together.

Eventually Raya, fed up with the weird awkward talk, dragged Namaari to Fang's training grounds and challenged her to a sparring match. And only when it was over, the both of them exhausted and laying on the ground, did they start talking, actually talking. About what happened with the gem, with Sisu, what they can't let go of, not yet, but what they hope they can move past one day.

It made things after easier because it was familiar ground for them, but it also opened up new paths too. Now in the months since they saved the world and having spent that time working together, Raya would like to consider Namaari a close friend.

Which is probably why she's so surprised when Namaari off-handedly mentions her birthday is next week. Namaari, who's less than thrilled about her mother's plans for a big celebration, doesn't even notice how much Raya's caught off guard. Namaari doesn't really care for her birthday, much less when her mother makes a big deal about it, but she still brushes her hair behind her ear when she asks Raya if she's going to attend.

Raya recovers, nudging Namaari saying that she's obviously going, and boasting about the amazing gift she's going to bring.

Which then leads to her dragging Sisu to Talon in search of the perfect gift (Sisu being the only 'person' she knows who can help being that she's a master gift giver... Sisu's words, not Raya's, but still). They run around Talon for ages, with Sisu practically buying everything in sight (with the Heart Palace Credit of course) but Raya can't find a single thing she thinks Namaari would actually like.

And then she spots a Fang vendor selling blades.

The woman is nice and she asks Raya if she's looking for something in particular. Raya says she wants to get a dagger for 'someone special' from Fang (not wanting to rack up the price if the woman knew who it was for, but also completely unaware to what she's just implied).

The vendor seems a little surprised but she easily walks Raya through picking out the perfect dagger for her 'someone special'. Raya ends up buying a pretty, yet functional dagger with a dragon engraved in the blade and an ornate box to keep it in. As Raya's leaving the woman gives her a pat on the shoulder and says, "All the best for the both of you and I'm sure she'll say yes," which Raya can't really make sense of so she shrugs and leaves to go find Sisu and her mountain of trinkets.

So now its the party, and when Namaari said Virana was making a big deal about it, she really meant it. People from all the tribes are attending and Sisu's brought her brothers and sisters and there's music and food and fireworks...

And Namaari stands beside her mother in a beautiful dress that makes Raya's heart thud erratically (it's totally platonic). Her and her Ba walk up to them and start making small talk before her Ba and Virana break off to chat with other dignitaries, leaving Raya and Namaari together.

Raya likes how Namaari relaxes around her when its just them, despite the room full of people. They talk and banter and tease and laugh, but more than anything Raya just likes being with Namaari. And when Namaari mentions how much she hates formal wear, how dresses don't suit her, Raya makes it a game to see how many times she can mention how beautiful Namaari looks while they're talking, just because it makes Namaari flush and do the hair thing she does when she's shy. No other heart-related reason.

Its not until much later when Raya suddenly remembers the gift she brought and she runs off to fetch it. When she returns she hands Namaari the sleek box with a smile and a sheepish "Happy Birthday dep'la".

And Namaari's blushing and smiling as she takes the box, telling Raya she didn't have to as she opens the box-

And immediately slams it shut. Her face turns bright red and she whorls on Raya with wide eyes and a panicked, hissed "whatareyoudoing?!" And poor Raya's totally thrown, so sure she'd picked out the perfect gift. "You don't like it?" But Namaari shoves the box back into her hands, with another frenzied whisper "thatsnotit!"

Well now Raya's a little miffed because "You didn't even look at it" and before Namaari can stop her she's pulling the dagger from the box and offering it back to Namaari.

Meanwhile the room goes incredibly quiet as everyone from Fang suddenly notices what's happening between the princesses. Virana nearly spits out her drink. Everyone else carries on like normal, but a few people watch their new Fang friends with curious looks, completely out of the loop.

So now Raya's essentially down on one knee without realizing it, Namaari's about to have a heart attack, everyone from Fang is on the edge of their seat, and the dragons are having a rousing drinking contest with people from Spine.

So the party is going great.

Raya (oblivious to the world save for Namaari) is giving Namaari her strongest puppy dog eyes because she'd spent so long looking for the perfect gift dep'la, and "You're pretty special Namaari, special to me, and you deserve it."

Namaari, as red faced as she is, softens at Raya's admission, smiling a little to herself before she takes the dagger from Raya with a soft "it's lovely dep'la".

And suddenly the room's loud again as people from Fang start clapping and whistling. Everyone else is lost but soon they join in as well, despite having no clue as to what they're cheering for. Namaari's back to being flustered and she grabs Raya's hand and hauls her toward Virana and Benja. Raya, finally taking in the room around them, is confused as to why people are congratulating her and Namaari.

Virana has recovered by the time the two approach and if no one knew better it might've also appeared she was trying hard not to smile. Namaari hisses something to her mother Raya doesn't hear, and she shoots her Ba a questioning look. Benja looks a little pensive but he's got a quirk in his lips that Raya knows means mischief.

Virana gently pats her daughter's shoulder before turning to address the room, excusing the four of them. They turn to leave but not before Virana calls out to the crowd, "And it goes without saying you're all invited to the wedding as well," and then ushers her horrified daughter, her baffled betrothed, and Benja out the door.

Instantly Namaari's in hysterics, asking her mother why she'd say that when Raya obviously didn't know what she was doing. Virana, quite obviously playing ignorance, asks why Namaari accepted the blade if she knew what she was doing. And poor Namaari can only gape, red faced and no come back.

Raya has finally caught on to what she's done and yeah, okay now it all makes sense. The vendor, Namaari's (gay) panic, the congratulations... she just proposed to Namaari. She just proposed to Namaari. In front of most of Kumandra. Oh toi!

Benja, still smirking to himself, ruffles Raya's hair before turning to Namaari and Virana and saying, "To be fair... Namaari did propose first."

Marriage proposals in Heart are an exchange of necklaces. So when Namaari had given Raya the Sisu pendant back when they were kids, they'd essentially gotten engaged and since Raya kept it, they've technically been engaged for the past six years.

(Too) Long story short, Raya and Namaari get engaged, get married, fall in love, and live sapphically ever after.

End.

(Okay, I'm done. Back to angst.)

#raya and the last dragon #ratld #rayaari #rayamaari #raya and namaari #oof i lost steam halfway through this #sorry its so terrible #i just didnt really feel like actually writing it out

401 notes · View notes

lesbiansanemi · 2 years

Note

I saw that you're making a renkaza fic so I'm curious to your thoughts on the pairing.

*vibrates* I am so sorry, anon, you have just opened a can of worms with this question and you are likely getting a whole-ass essay.

So... I do not tend to have "ship dynamics" I really like. I think shoving every ship into a possible "dynamic" is reductive and kind of annoying and detracts from the uniqueness of the characters involved if all anyone cares about is this one specific dynamic. However, if there was one ship "dynamic" I go feral for, it's whatever Renkaza has going on (and literally the only other ship that compares is Grimmichi, which is another ship I'm feral for. Actually, I think these are the only two m/m ships that I legitimately love. I mean, ofc there's a lot of m/m ships that I like, but these are the only two that genuinely got me obsessed. Still waiting on to finally get an f/f pairing that matches this energy, the only one that even comes a tiny bit close I think is Noi/Nikaido from Dorohedoro but it's not quite the same).

But anyways, they have such an interesting dynamic, that I love to explore. The complexity of physical fighting and the significance within the relationship is one of my favorite things. Both these ships qualify as "enemies to lovers" but I don't really see them this way, because the characters only feel true to themselves if they continue to fight even after they're together.

Like, okay, Renkaza. I do not like the way about 98% of people talk about them/interpret them/write them/etc. I don't like them being "cute" and cushy and "stereotypically romantic." But I also don't like when people make Akaza super creepy and stalker-ish and uncaring of Kyojuro's feelings at all so long as he gets what he wants. I only like it if it's toeing the line between fucked up romance, where they do care about each other, but in a ridiculously complicated way, but they also routinely beat the shit out of each other.

Which... okay, okay, segways into "violence as a love language" which is also something I am obsessed with in fiction, because of how interesting it is. The fight between Kyojuro and Akaza is always going to be so important to them. Akaza wanted Kyojuro to become a demon so they could fight forever. I'm not interested in them if you choose to ignore that.

I like seeing them care about each other enough to fight each other because they both like that, and no one else will do that with them. It's about bleeding for each other, but at the hand's of the other because that's what they want.

And don't even get me started on the fun, funky, fresh cannibalism and what it represents and how it makes the dynamics even more interesting.

It's just.... ah.... it's so interesting, I love them! But only in that scenario. Spare me your domestic AUs or anything like that, you've nuked my interest, I don't care at that point.

But like this? It's beautiful, and I adore it.

So yeah, love them, but am super picky with the way they're portrayed. My fic of them is basically an exploration of them getting to ^^ this point, but yeah :D Actually working on a new chapter of that fic today, and it is very fun, it's one I'm really enjoying writing

#kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro rengoku #akaza #renkaza #asks #kaz rambles

31 notes · View notes

free-falling-grenade · 3 years

Note

first off, i LOVE your analysis series. may i give you some raya angst, because i just think the fandom needs more?

how long do you think it takes for raya to relax around people, to be able to talk and have people RESPOND?? this girl spent her entire teenage years, when you're just trying to figure yourself out and survive, alone and in a broken world. SIX YEARS. no wonder her gay realization of namaari's crush on her hasn't set in yet, she's been so determined to find sisu.

how long do you think it takes for raya to stop jumping up in the middle of the night, to keep herself from wanting to whip out her sword whenever she hears a sound? how many times do you think she's almost puled her sword on her ba?

how much sensory overload do you think she gets? it's been six years of only talking to tuk tuk, only being around one other living being. and sure, she's seen and interacted with others during the time gap, but just barely.

now, from what we've seen of her before world broke, she was fairly outgoing and social, but also wary of people. how much do you think that has changed? like, no wonder that she's always written to be attached to namaari. that's her only real semblance of human interaction through the six years, and the only thing that stayed. other than tuk tuk, namaari has probably interacted with raya the most in those six years.

but think of the bonding that they'll have. they're so connected now. raya knows nobody else. any of the friends she might have had would have been turned to stone, and therefore would be six years younger than her. and of course she has boun and tong and noi and sisu, but it's not the same as having someone her age, someone who shares the same guilt and weight.

anways, this is all over the place but i just have so many feelings. sorry to bother you with this mess but hhh i want more people to explore her trauma and give her a damn hug.

SHEEESH. Ok, this has been sitting in my inbox but its time to answer. I do love some Raya angst (or is it just me projecting my own feelings) how long do you think it takes for raya to relax around people, to be able to talk and have people RESPOND?? I'd like to think a while. Six years is a very long time. She has learned to be independent and has found so much comfort in her solitude that I can see it becoming purely instinct to be on edge around people or simply have people actually approach her. Coz as we've seen Raya is the type who used to talk to herself or Tuktuk most of the time so I'm sure its weird for her to hear OTHER people's responses. In fact, it may even cause her a little trouble hearing their opinions that might trigger her in a way since all those years no one was physically there to challenge or question her own thoughts and actions. Being hyperaware is definitely a kind of PTSD. I'm not expert but Raya is definitely traumatized lmao. So the answer for that part is a very long time till she stops physically reacting. Though, I feel like she'll still be on edge but learns how to restrain herself without pulling a sword or a fighting stance towards anyone who doesn't mean to sneak up on her. In terms of sensory overload, I'm pretty sure ya girl had numerous mini panic attacks to full blown ones she tries her best to suppress and fails most of the time. As someone who is highly sensitive to sound, taste and smell to point where I get crazy overwhelmed, I gotta tell you its not easy. Shit drives you nuts and its soo frustrating and you kinda wish you were alone. So Raya probably has thoughts like that going back to her time being alone without the need to exert herself. Also, I think Raya is actually a major introvert with an extrovert personality (again this is me projecting 👀) She seems social but its mostly a front. I think Raya has been alone/independent for such a long time so being an inconvenience to people is not something she wants so she makes sure everyone knows she's okay. But obviously, its exhausting putting up a front, i think everyone knows that. It's why in fanfics, people write her to always slip away from social events after a bit coz everything is too loud or she's interacted enough. She has always used her energy for herself, so using it for others is overwhelmingly exhausting and it takes a lot for her to exert herself like that especially to things and people who are unfamiliar. That's also why I believe she leans closer to Namaari, coz she is familiar. They've both literally seen the worst of each other. Now, post Druuns, they have the chance to explore the things that doesnt involve killing each other. They've seen the ugly parts so what's left are all the best parts 👀.

#i live for raya angst #her character is so in depth #its very relatable #raya #rayaari #raya and the last dragon #ty for this anon!#namaari

40 notes · View notes

catboy-lover-archive · 3 years

Text

Obey Me Romanian MC

idea inspired by @/harunayuuka2060 (too shy to tag them)

Nu ştiu ce inspirație supraomenească m-a lovit dar am început asta la 2 dimineața și am terminat-o la 6.30

Im sleep deprived bc I stayed up all night doing this, enjoy gagicile mele

[added translations]

(under the cut bc this bitch is long af)

Lucifer: Are you not enjoying your meal?

MC: This food isn't even good. Next time I'm bringing my bunica to make you guys sarmale best thing you ever tried 👩‍🍳👌😘 mwah

MC: I'm not gonna go out with Satan, Beel, Asmo or Belphie.

Asmo: Awww

Beel: :(

Belphie: What?!

Satan: Why?

MC: Why date a guy who's favorite color is not in romanian flag? 🤔🇷🇴

Asmo: But I thought you could-

MC: For the last time IM NOT A VAMPIRE I CAN'T HYPNOTIZE PEOPLE OR MAKE THEM FALL IN LOVE WITH ME

Levi: Ohhh!!!! So are you like familiar with Castlevania-

MC: We don't talk about that *cries in disappointed*

Solomon: What is this weird potion.

MC: *puts bottle of țuică (plum brandy) on the table*

MC: This is not a potion, but a solution to all of your problems gagica 💖

MC: *talking to Lucifer* Oh iubire (love), stop crying over Diavolo again. Why cry over guy who would wear vagabond everyday in my country?

MC: Tsch tsch tsch

Lucifer: What the fuck is Vagabond

MC: Only the worst of streetwear existent. Only f-boys use it

Lucifer: Fair enough

Beel: Why do you want to try out for the sports team?

MC: Because Steaua, my country's team, disappointed me 😔

MC: Mammon! Asmo! Let me show you guys a thing called ✨manele✨

(after the Belphie incident)

MC: Does anybody have a belt.... a belt so I can...no reason...papuci de casă (slippers) works too

MC: Hey Belphie! Did you enjoy your punishment? 😜

Belphie: My butt still hurts...

MC: Next time it's the lingură de lemn ♡ (wooden spoon)

*MC dancing to Braşoveanca*

Mammon: W-what's that???

Satan: Some sort of ritual I suppose

Asmo: *joining in* It's fun!

MC: Doi✌paşi🦵înainte➡️şi😱doi😩înapoi⬅️ (two steps forward two steps back)

MC: Who has summoned me?

Satan: Belphie isn't feeling well and the medicine didn't really do it's job.

MC: Everyone watch closely because I'm going to teach you guys a sacred ritual called ✨Frecție cu Oțet✨

Satan: You're just pouring vinegar on his wrist.

MC: Now here comes the fun part. *maggages his wrists*

Belphie: Someone please kill me this is unbearable

MC: Am I allowed to say Tatăl Nostru (Lord's prayer) or is that too....uhhh weird since yall are demons and stuff-

Barbatos: MC...

MC: I'm sorry but crossing myself after I finish a meal is implemented in my brain. It's in the default settings.

Barbatos: What happens if you don't cross yourself?

MC: Lingura de lemn (wooden spoon) *shivers*

Diavolo: Do you like my castle?

MC: Baby, Peleş puts you to shame.

MC: Also, too much current (swift). Close the damn windows

Lucifer, giving up on life: Oh not again...

MC: DA PĂ CIMPOI DA PĂ CIMPOI JOACĂ FETELE LA NOI 👉👈😳

MC: Real music here 😌

MC: There, there gacica (girlfriend). Don't cry. *pats him on the back*

Lucifer: Do you got any more țuică...

MC: That's the spirit!

MC: I know I technically didn't die, but can we please have a funeral??? There is this really tasty cake just for this special occasion called colivă. Beel is okay with it so- hey don't ignore me! wait guys this is important- wAIT!

Satan: I hate Lucifer because he is my father.

Belphie: I hate Lucifer because he sucks in general.

MC: I hate Lucifer because Favorite color is red which is COMMUNISM COLOUR 😡‼

Solomon: See?? MC likes my cooking!

MC: Piftie...Caltaboş...

MC: Solomon, you would make a very good romanian housewife. Say, have you ever considered getting a 701st wife...?

Beel: *munching happily on the food MC makes*

Lucifer: *getting a fucking break*

MC: *making grătar(barbeque) cu mici*

MC: Everybody loves 1 Mai!

MC: Beelphiiieee!!!! I have a spell for you 😊

Belphie: Please not the lingură de lemn-

MC: *boop on the nose* ✨du-te dracu✨ (go to hell)

Lucifer: How did you make everyone behave?

MC: *looking at the papuc de casă in hand*

MC: You either die a hero...or live enough to become the villain...

Lucifer: Interesting, can you teach me?

MC: The secret is to use your wrist-

MC, whispering: Psst! Mammon! How's the sarmale trading going?

Mammon: Its okay, but why can't you just give me the recipe?

MC: E din moşi strămoşi (it's from older generations) I can't give it to you

MC: Hey pisi, want a ride in my Dacia?

Simeon: ...what? :)

MC: Come on gagica(girlfriend)! We are going to visit my family they will love you!

MC: You can also bring Luke. Just uhhh don't let him drink from the "juicebox" ok? It's not- It's not juice in there

MC: But you can drink. I won't tell anyone.

Diavolo: MC you can't leave yet. Not even for a quick visit back home.

MC: Auzi, da du-te-n p- (well why don't you fuck yourself on my dic-)

MC: *sigh* Sometimes I wish Satan was wearing Vagabond instead of...whatever that is

Asmo: Ouch, but yeah I guess we are that desperate.

Satan: I'm never tutoring any of you again.

MC and Luke, just vibing honestly: ⬇️Intră-n👇apa🌊mării🐚şi🐋nu🐟te🙄teme😱ai😳să-nveți🤯să-noți🐠printre🤔sirene🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

(go in the sea's water and don't you be afraid you'll learn to swim among mermaids)

MC: No Asmo, I have a date to the ball he's right here *points at țuică bottle*

Belphie: *misbehaving*

MC: Vai, vai, vai. Sărumâna Belphie 😃 ( well, well, well good day Belphie)

MC: *grabs the papuc (slipper)*

MC: NO LUCIFER IT CAN NOT BE AN AN NOU FERICIT (happy new year) IF WE DO NOT DANCE THE HORĂ

MC and Luke, vibing yet again: POVEȘTI DIN FOLCLORUL MAGHIAR!!! (maghiar folklore stories!)

MC: Where is my țuică? :)

Everyone: *quiet*

MC: I won't get mad :)

MC:

MC: Foaie verse de trifoi~ *papuc reappears* Dați băi țuica înapoi (green leaf of clover, give the țuică back you fucker)

Everybody: *runs*

MC: Mândruțelor (girls), come back until I'll put this to good use

Levi: *exists*

MC: *in love with him bc his fav color is in the Romanian flag and not in the commie flag*

MC: Te las să te lingi cu mime în parcare la lidl (I'll let you french kiss me in the Lidl market parking lot)

MC: Lucifer you don't understand!

MC: Sandu Ciorbă cured my depression!

MC: Muie cretinii pământului (fuck y'all stupid asses) my țuică is back and I'm not sharing anymore

Asmo: We're doing hot girl shit tonight

MC: Ne curvim rău (we're hoeing)

MC: futu-ți cristelnița mătii (fuck your mother's font) Simeon you're the one that drank all my țuică

MC: I'll let it slide this once, if u take me for shaorma(shawarma) in Piața Victoriei (Victoria's market)

Solomon: Whoops, I accidentally messed up the sarmale recipe

MC: Aşadar războiu alesu l-ai (So you have chosen war)

Mammon: MC, how do you say "I hate you" in romanian?

MC: Dar eu sunt mândru că sunt twink. (I'm proud to be a twink)

Mammon, clueless: ok thanks

MC, to Belphie: I had such a rough day, please fute-mi una (fuck me over) and not the way I like

Mammon: What would be a quick way to make money?

MC: Gagica(girlfriend), listen. Culegător de sparanghel (asparagus picker) in Spain is your go-to.

Asmo: *blasting manele vechi (old manele).2006*

Asmo: Please love me!

MC: *already in wedding attire*

MC: Beel! Here, try this! Yeah yeah its completely fine!

MC: ...what do you mean it looks like Solomon's cooking?

MC: THIS IS PIFTIE AND YOU WILL LEARN TO APPRECIATE IT

MC: *dragging them all by the hand to therapy*

MC: Păi aşa-i hora pe la noi măi bade- (This is hora to us well my mans)

MC, talking to Lucifer: Măi omu lu dumnezeu îți fut una de nu te vezi (listen God's man I'll fuck you over that you'll not see again) if u lay a finger on my țuică again

MC: I don't care that you have daddy issues, this is MINE now thank you very much.

MC: Doamne cu ce ți-am greşit? (God, what have I done to you?)

MC: tanti Lilith, ia-mă cu tine gagicuțo milf ce ești (Miss Lilith, take me with you you milf girlfriend)

MC: Chiar și culesul de căpșuni din Spania era mai ok dacât (even strawberry picking in Spain is better than) Therapist Simulator hell edition

Diavolo: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu a ta mireasă? (Do you want me to be your wife?)

Simeon: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu Ileană Cosânzeană? ( Want me to be your fairy wife?)

Belphie: Every time I doze off they say this weird phrase...

MC: Dormeo(mattress company) ! Noapte bună! (good night!)

MC: What do you mean im not allowed to have a cross around my neck?

MC: My dead grandmother would kill me it's Sfântu Andrei for fucks sake

MC: The law is law we gotta put garlic and salt everywhere around the house

MC: This is what you get from taking my țuică away AGAIN

MC: I mean, at least i dont have to take the bacalaureat and face the woman-hating-Ion-Creangă-fucking-twink-looking-nightmare-inducing Eminescu so

MC: *drinks a Mona Spirt (rubbing alcohol) bottle in one go*

MC: that works wonders for me

#IM SLEEPY SO IM GOING TO SLEEP AT 7AM BYYYE #♡♡♡#romanian mc #romanian mc obey me #obey me #obey me swd #Diavolo e dilf nu ați auzit de la mine #romanian #romania

49 notes · View notes

calligraphist-artemisia · 3 years

Text

Soul of a Lion (Chapter 5)

Sequel to The Smallest Blade.

Summary: After the Red Lion steals them away from the Marmora base and takes them through a wormhole, Shiro, Keith, Katla, and Lance find themselves in front of a majestic castle with nowhere to go but inside. The events that unfold while they’re there will change the fate of the universe.

Also posted on AO3 under the username “kishirokitsune”.

☆ - ☆ - ☆ - ☆ - ☆

5 | One Step Forward

Katla woke with a harsh gasp, nearly choking on air, her heart pounding so hard in her chest that she could hear it in her ears. She sat up and frantically looked around the unfamiliar room, her panic rising when she didn't see anyone else. She was on her feet and out the door before she could stop and think about what she was doing and she only stopped once she reached Keith's door and had her hand poised to knock.

She slowly lowered her hand.

“What am I doing?” Katla whispered to herself, backing away. She didn't really want to wake him after their late night up on the holo-deck just because she suffered from a little nightmare.

Instead of bothering Keith, Katla turned to the other person who had been there for her through the years.

She didn't bother knocking on the door and instead opened it right up before stepping just inside the doorway. “Shiro?” she whispered, hoping to gently wake him. “Shiro, can I sleep in here?”

Shiro made a groaning sound. “Katla, wha...? Yeah. Of course you can.”

Katla crossed the room and slid under the blankets next to Shiro, cuddling in close and breathing in his soothing scent as she closed her eyes. “Thank you.”

“Mmm hmm... S'everything alright?” he slurred.

“Just a nightmare,” Katla admitted, seeing no point in hiding it. “I'm okay. Just didn't want to be alone.”

Shiro didn't ask why she didn't go to Keith. He simply wrapped an arm around her, silently offering the comfort she sought, which helped her drift peacefully back to sleep.

Her dreams, if she had any, were peaceful after that and when Katla woke again it was with the slow awareness that she was wrapped up in Shiro's warm embrace. Rather than feel embarrassed about running to him like a lost cub, Katla purred and snuggled against him, eliciting a chuckle from her mentor.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

Katla nodded. “Thanks for letting me stay.”

“I meant it when I said that I'm here whenever you need me,” Shiro told her. “Do you want to talk about your nightmare?”

“Nah, I can't even remember what it was about. Probably nothing important,” Katla said. She breathed in deeply and then extracted herself from the blankets and Shiro's hold, shivering as she got out into the chillier air of the room despite the long sleeves of her borrowed nightgown. “It did help me work up an appetite though. I'm starving.”

“Oh? Are you sure it isn't because of your late night adventure to the holo-deck?” Shiro teased.

Katla sputtered in surprise. “Wha- but how did you know about that?!”

Shiro raised an eyebrow. “You grew up in a secretive organization whose primary focus is covertly gathering information and you're really going to ask me how I found out?”

“Fair point,” Katla muttered, looking away from him. She left before he could tease her anymore and retreated to her room where she dressed in a clean set of clothing that she found in the drawers. It was too soft and too bright for her tastes, but she supposed it was preferable to wearing her sweat-soaked uniform for a third day. (She'd have to make sure and ask Hunk how they handled laundry in the castle.)

She ran a brush through her hair before leaving her room. Once she was back in the hall, she found that Shiro had rounded up Keith and Lance, who were also dressed and ready for a new day.

Keith bent over and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek, wishing her a good morning before straightening back up. “Ready to go play nice with the Alteans?”

Katla crinkled her nose at the reminder.

After his lunch with Allura the day before, Shiro returned with news that they would have breakfast with their hosts to try and get to know each other better.

To say that they were not looking forward to it was an understatement.

“I think I'd rather eat more food goo,” Lance said with a loud groan.

Shiro gave him an unimpressed look. “They're willing to make an effort for us and I'd like it if we did the same for them. Listen, Allura said she wants to talk to us about the Lions today, so please be on your best behavior. If you don't have anything nice to say, then just don't say anything.”

“Now you sound like mom,” Katla teased him.

“Does that mean you'll listen to me?” Shiro asked.

“It means I'll think about it,” Katla cheekily responded.

Keith coughed to try and cover up his laugh, but he couldn't fool Katla. He was well aware of how often she listened to what her mom told her to do, mostly because he was right there by her side whenever it happened.

Shiro didn't bother trying to wrangle a promise out of any of them and settled for getting them over to the dining room without Lance feigning illness to try and get out of it.

Katla wasn't going to pretend like she knew what was going through Lance's head. She would have thought he'd be excited to be around other Alteans, but instead, he was taking even longer to warm up to them than he did on a base surrounded by those he had grown up calling the enemy. She'd call it a puzzle except he'd been pretty vocal about his reasons for not liking them.

“Hey,” she said quietly, nudging his arm as they approached the dining room. “You can handle this.”

Lance managed a smile just for her. “I think I deserve a reward after this.”

“When we go down to the holo-deck I'll let you make fun of Keith when I trip him up.”

“Hey!” Keith protested.

All of their joking subsided once they were standing in front of the door to the dining room and Katla immediately found herself missing the playful atmosphere they had cultivated on their walk over.

Maybe Shiro had a good point about learning to get along and work together. (Something that would be no problem with Hunk, who was friendly enough that she wanted to get along with him.) Being angry and annoyed wasn't only exhausting, it also meant they were no closer to figuring out a way to get home.

If only the Red Lion were a little less stubborn.

The door slid open and Allura rose from her seat at the head of the table to welcome them to breakfast, which was already laid out. Coran, who sat at her left, nodded in greeting, while Hunk, who was on her right, lifted a hand and waved cheerfully.

Breakfast went well, all things considered, though Lance didn't say a word to anyone the entire meal, and Allura struggled to get Coran involved in any conversation for more than a few ticks. Allura, Shiro, and Hunk were the ones who kept things flowing, but even with that Katla was thankful when they all finished eating and the kitchen robots arrived to clear the table.

“I've given it some thought and I believe that the first thing we need to do is locate the other Lions,” Allura stated. “It's only when all five of them are together that Voltron can be formed.”

“Voltron?” Katla murmured the question to Keith, who shrugged.

Apparently, she wasn't quiet enough, because Allura turned to Hunk with a look of surprise. “I thought you said that you told them!”

“Didn't I?” Hunk asked, sounding confused. “I thought... I must have only told them about the Lions and how I think they're the new paladins.”

Allura sighed. “It's alright, Hunk. Voltron is, well, it's what happens when the five Lions combine into one. The original paladins used him to keep peace throughout the galaxy. The four of you will use him to defeat Zarkon and return peace to the universe.”

Katla had a question dancing on the tip of her tongue (or rather, many questions), but Keith beat her to it.

“Shouldn't there be five of us? One for each Lion?”

“You are correct,” Allura acknowledged. “Currently, we're going on the assumption that the four of you are chosen because the Red Lion brought you here. It either means that we have yet to meet the fifth or that there is something preventing them from being here with us.”

The second Allura was done speaking, Katla jumped in with a round of rapid-fire questions and only stopped because Shiro pointedly cleared his throat. She would have slumped back and pouted if not for the fact that Allura began to carefully address each of her questions.

Katla didn't fully know what Shiro and the princess had talked about the day before, but whatever it was had put Allura in a more agreeable mood.

“We do not currently know where the three missing Lions are, however, I believe I have a way of locating them. You see, each Lion has their own unique energy signature and their method of choosing their paladin involves finding someone whose quintessence closely mirrors their own. Once they do that, it creates a bond between Lion and paladin. Using that bond, I should be able to locate the missing three and discover who has been chosen by which Lion.”

It all sounded a little far-fetched to Katla. Quintessence was just energy. Some forms of it could be traced, but she'd never heard of it forming connections or bonds that could be followed over long distances.

Allura took a moment to look around at them all. “I will need to sit with each of you but only one at a time. It's a process that could take vargas before I can see any kind of connection, so it would be best to only do one per day.”

Lance scowled.

“I don't mean to be rude, but I don't see how any of what you're saying is possible. I mean, the Empire has had all of this time to track down the Lions and they've only come close to one of them, as far as we know. So how is it that you can track their energy without knowing which direction to look?” Katla asked.

To her surprise (and likely to Shiro's relief) Allura didn't appear at all bothered by the question.

“It's because I won't be using technology to track them, but a gift passed down from my mother,” Allura said with a smile.

Coran made a small noise of protest.

Allura held up a hand to stop whatever he was about to say. “It's alright, Coran. The Aspects that are gifted to Alteans are hardly a secret that needs to be kept and I am proud to speak of mine.”

What followed was a crash course in what Allura called Altean “aspects”, which Katla eagerly listened to and absorbed. It had never occurred to her to ask Lance about how he was able to shape-shift and being handed the information was an eye-opener. (Just how strong was Lance if he was able to hold his shift for as long as he did?) But what sounded the most interesting by far was the Aspect of Spirit, which allowed Allura to manipulate quintessence and use it in a way that sounded like magic.

“Every living thing leaves behind a trace amount of quintessence wherever it goes, and that includes the Lions,” Allura explained. “When the Red Lion responded to you, Keith, it formed a connection between the two of you. Theoretically, since each of you has had contact with her and because we're going by the assumption that the Red Lion brought you all here because you're meant to be the new paladins, that means you each now have a connection with the Lion who most closely mirrors your quintessence.”

“But if the Red Lion also has a bond with the others, couldn't you just use her to find them?” Keith asked.

Allura nodded. “You raise an excellent point, Keith. We currently have two of the Lions here at the Castle and I could use either of them, provided that they allow me to get close. I'd prefer keeping that option as a back-up plan. The real question is: who would like to go first?”

Keith and Katla exchanged a quick look. There was no question in their minds as to who would volunteer.

Sure enough, Shiro told her that he would go first. He stood and quietly reminded Katla, Keith, and Lance to be on their best behavior while he was away, and then followed Allura out of the dining room.

She didn't speak as she led him through the halls and up several staircases, but Shiro found that the silence didn't bother him. Instead, it allowed him time to get his thoughts in order. It didn't take him long to land on a somewhat important question that none of them thought to ask.

“Princess, you said that the Lions choose their pilots based on who best mirrors their quintessence, but what does that mean, exactly?” Shiro asked politely.

Allura slowed a little as she responded. “An easier way to put it would be to say that there are certain... qualities that the Lions seem to be drawn to. For example, the Red Lion is the fastest of the five and is known for being stubborn and a little temperamental. She needs a paladin who can keep up. Someone who relies on instinct more than skill.”

That did sound like Keith, though Shiro didn't dare say that out loud.

“The Black Lion, as the head of Voltron, needs someone with exemplary leadership skills. Someone able to make the right decisions in the heat of battle and who has the respect of their fellow paladins,” Allura said. There was an odd tone to her voice as she spoke of the Black Lion and she narrowed her eyes into an almost glare as she stared down the hall.

Shiro eyed her curiously but didn't say a word, hoping she would tell him more on her own, but she didn't get the chance to as they came to a door and Allura stopped walking.

“This is the Serenity Garden. It was designed by my mother to aid with my training when I was young. I find it helps me center myself whenever I need to focus and that makes it perfect for what needs done today,” she explained.

“So, it's for meditation?” Shiro guessed.

Allura nodded and opened the door.

The Serenity Garden lived up to its name, though it looked nothing like what Shiro expected it to. He'd imagined a literal garden full of green, growing things, but instead, there were white walls made of a stone that bore some resemblance to the material used in the rest of the castle, but far more water-resistant as it had to withstand the constant flow of a fountain, which sent water cascading down three of the walls of the room. It gathered in a shallow pool that ran the length of the walls and extended no more than a foot from the base of them.

The lights were embedded into the walls and refracted through the water to create an effect that made Shiro feel as though they were underwater. He held up his hand as he stepped inside and watched it play across his skin with some fascination.

“We should get comfortable. It's hard to say how long this will take,” Allura suggested, gesturing toward the pile of large, squishy pillows in the center of the room.

☆ - ☆ - ☆ - ☆ - ☆

They didn't stay in the dining room for very long after Shiro and Allura left. Lance had barely paid attention to what was said between the time the pair left to the rest of them getting up, but as he tried to follow Keith and Katla, who he assumed were going back to the holo-deck, Keith stopped him and gestured toward Hunk.

“Weren't you listening? Hunk wants your help looking over the shuttles down in the hangar while we go with Coran to check on that teludav thing,” Keith said.

“I didn't agree to that!” Lance yelped.

“We know. We volunteered you to go while you were daydreaming,” Keith said, making a sort of 'go on' gesture. “It'll be fine, Lance. We'll see you in a few vargas.”

Lance's jaw dropped as Katla and Keith walked away, leaving him completely alone with Hunk. It felt like he was waking into a nightmare and he didn't know how to get out of it.

He didn't know the first thing about Altean shuttles! It wasn't like they had any back home and even if they did, he still doubted that he would know anything about them. That honor would be reserved for those with the skills to properly understand how to fly and make repairs to them.

And besides that, he wanted nothing to do with the other Alteans.

Lance knew he was supposed to be trying to get along with them and he didn't want to disappoint Shiro, but he just couldn't bring himself to try.

He didn't want to get along with them.

He didn't want to like them.

And if not for the fact that knowing which shuttles were in working condition would benefit him, Lance would have gone back to his room and locked the door. Was it childish? Sure. But ultimately it would be better than losing his temper and screwing everything up.

Lance counted himself lucky when he saw that there were only three shuttles in the hangar. They were significantly smaller than the Red Lion and were also bulky, which led him to assume that they were solely for transport rather than defending the castle. He could be wrong. It could always be a case of appearances being deceiving, they just didn't look maneuverable to him.

“Alright, let's pop one of these open and see what we're doing with!” Hunk said enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together.

Lance silently followed him to the first shuttle and watched with mild interest as Hunk opened the access plate that protected the engine. He couldn't make heads or tails of any of the wires or tubes or other components that were inside, so instead, he paid more attention to Hunk and tried to judge what state it was in based on the expressions on his face.

“Looks like some stress damage along this support beam. It never got fixed after the last time it flew, so we'll have to replace that. Also looks like the cooling system will need flushed, but I kind of expected that. All of them will need a good thorough cleaning,” Hunk said, swiping a finger across the surface of one of the tubes. “And, of course, everything will need to be recharged. The crystals will be so drained that we'll be lucky if any of them have the smallest amount of power left for Allura to spark. We may need to find a Balmera, though I'd hate to set off without any of these working, even if we have all of the Lions.”

Lance wondered if he was supposed to respond.

Hunk hummed as he leaned in deeper, trying to see a little farther back. “I'll need a scanner to give it a proper check up. Could you grab it for me? It's the smallest device with the orange handle hanging on that wall over there.”

Lance turned his attention to the wall Hunk gestured at. There were all kinds of tools hanging on pegs, but he easily spotted a small one with its handle entirely wrapped in orange. He retrieved it and took it back to Hunk, who thanked him with a beaming smile.

“I always like to look it over myself first to see what I can spot, then I use the scanner to catch what I've missed or can't see from this angle,” Hunk explained as he turned it on and pointed it into the engine. “It probably sounds like I'm making more work for myself, but this is about testing myself and the scanner. If there's something obvious that I've missed then that means I need to work on my skills. If the scanner misses something that I noticed, then it needs to be re-calibrated.”

Lance made a sort of agreeing sound just because it seemed like the right thing to do.

Hunk turned on the scanner and waited a few ticks before launching a set of discs from the top of it. They hovered in the air and beeped as they lit up blue before zipping into the compartment to take readings.

Hunk turned the scanner so that Lance could see the screen as well. “See? It picked up on the stress damage I mentioned, but there are also hairline fractures along that same piece.”

Once the scanner was through with its evaluation, Hunk printed out a list of repairs that needed done and stuck it to the side of the shuttle right next to the engine panel. “Coran will want to take a look before we start any major repairs. This is his area of expertise, after all. All I can do right now is remove the power crystal and take it to Allura. Did I already say she'd be able to recharge them? Her strongest gift is Spirit, so she can use her own energy to refuel these small crystals.”

They moved onto the next one, which was alright aside from a bit of dust and another crystal in need of power. Hunk slapped a label on it anyway and then there was only one shuttle left to examine.

Lance started to make his way over to it, but only got a few steps before he realized Hunk wasn't following him. He slowed to a stop and looked back to see the other Altean was bent over the housing chamber for the crystal and carefully disconnecting it. Lance stifled a groan and instead crossed his arms over his chest.

“You know, there's something that's been bothering me,” Hunk said conversationally. “I can't explain what it is, exactly. It's more of a feeling.” He yanked the crystal free from its compartment and held it out towards Lance. “Come here and hold this for me?”

Lance hesitantly walked forward and took it from Hunk. It was a pretty thing, roughly the size of his fist and shaped sort of like an obelisk with a wider and broken base. As he looked at it, he started to see a soft glow in the center.

“I kept thinking about that first night when I gave you and Katla the crystal that powered your device, even though it shouldn't have been able to. But no matter how many times I went through that memory, something wasn't adding up,” Hunk said quietly.

When Lance tore his gaze away from the crystal in his hands, it was to find Hunk watching him with a sad look in his eyes.

“Lance, only an Altean has the ability to recharge these crystals once they're removed from the Balmera.”

Lance's stomach swooped unpleasantly. He took a step back in alarm as his heart-rate accelerated, his words catching in his throat along with his breath as panic began to take hold.

“It's true, isn't it? You're Altean?” Hunk asked, his voice cracking. “We're not the last ones?”

“No.”

Hunk took a step forward. “Lance, it's okay. You don't need to hide who you are. You're safe here!”

Lance shook his head and shoved the crystal against Hunk's chest, barely giving him time to grab it before he let go. “No, you're wrong,” he said before turning on his heel and fleeing the hangar, leaving Hunk even more confused than before.

☆ - ☆ - ☆ - ☆ - ☆

Keith was pretty sure that Lance was going to try and smother both him and Katla in their sleep after the stunt they pulled. He couldn't bring himself to feel too apologetic about it, since splitting up any other way would mean that he would have to be apart from Katla and he still didn't trust the Alteans enough to leave her alone with them. (Not that Katla couldn't take care of herself – she was trained by Shiro, after all.)

And since she was interested in learning more about something called a teludav, Keith was going along with her.

“This is so cool!” Katla enthused as Coran opened the door for them. “Keith, we're the first people in ten-thousand years who have the opportunity to learn how Alteans used to travel across vast expanses of space in a short amount of time! This is technology that even Slav hasn't figured out and he's been working towards this for decaphoebs!”

Keith smiled fondly as she continued to ramble on about how it was theorized to work. Even Coran chuckled in amusement at some of the ideas that had been proposed over the years.

“I think you'll find that it is both more simple and infinitely more complicated than any of that,” Coran said as the door slid open. “May I present to you: the teludav chamber!”

It was a smaller room than Keith expected, with consoles to the left and right along the walls. Directly across from the entrance was a circular opening that led into a long tube lined with odd-looking discs.

“Amazing,” Katla breathed in soft awe. “How does it all work? Do you put those discs into your ships and that's how you travel?”

Coran shook his head. “Each and every one of those lenses is precisely where it needs to be. Their placement is carefully calculated down to the very last detail so that the teludav works with the optimal power needed to create wormholes.”

“Like the one that brought us here?” Keith asked.

Coran looked a little startled by the question. “You came here by wormhole? I suppose if there was residual power left over...” He shook his head. “Yes, I imagine that it's exactly like the one that brought you here.”

Keith glanced over at Katla, who was practically vibrating, she was so excited. “So, what do you need us to do? I mean, we've never encountered tech like this, so how can we help?”

“It's quite simple, really. Our job tonight is to clean each and every one of those lenses and make sure there are no cracks or chips in them. That way, once we're ready to lift off and leave Arus, the castle will be in tip-top shape and ready to fly wherever we need!”

Wait.

Fly?

Katla reacted to what Coran was saying a split second before Keith could.

“This castle is a ship!?”

As Katla began to ask a whole round of new questions, Keith mentally crossed off going back to the holo-deck on his list of plans for the day. There was zero chance of convincing Katla to train when there was even more new technology for her to explore than they'd initially thought and he was going to be by her side every step of the way.

#voltron #fanfiction #kidge #kidgemas #soul of a lion #galra shiro #half galra pidge #half galra keith #altean lance #altean hunk

15 notes · View notes

vampiresuns · 4 years

Text

Window Bird

I wanted an excuse to write both Anatole’s family and Leon/Anatole, so lo and behold.

Leon is @apprenticealec‘s, and uses He/They pronouns, which I use interchangeably.

Word count: 1792; No cws this time.

Leon didn’t usually come to the Heart District, if he went there at all, except for the times the band had a gig or the like. There was no appeal in that part of the city to them, yet there they were on a Sunday morning, going up the steps of the Palazzo Cassano, the Consul’s seat, to pick up Anatole for — Leon wasn’t sure.

The shop had been alone and they didn’t want to be alone right now.

Whatever laid inside the house (an understatement) he couldn’t tell, but he could tell it was big. Very big, with corridors twisting and turning, secret alcoves and sliding doors. The foyer must have been bigger than most city homes, yet not bigger than the palace’s out of the way it echoed.

Someone came to greet them.

“Good morning, and welcome. What may we help you with today? Are you here for the library or are you here to deliver a message?”

“No, I’m here for Anatole? My name is Leon and we are—“

“Oh, are you a friend of Aelius?” The person didn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll go see if he’s available. Do wait here, or you can wait in the drawing room to the left. Do you need any help with that?”

“No, I can find my way on my own.”

“I’ll be right back then.”

They weren’t right back. Minutes slipped away without anyone coming back to retrieve them. If Leon gave it a thought, it made sense no one came around the foyer. Had he given it two thoughts, which he wasn’t about to do, he would’ve figured out there was some kind of way it was known the foyer was occupied, because they didn’t ring a bell. It would come back later to him.

Someone approached, stopped, but went by without saying anything to Leon, leaving before Leon would say anything.

Could one of his tethers find Anatole? He had never asked if he was okay with it, but did he have to ask? He didn’t know. Leon could just check if he was busy and if he was, yet Leon thought Anatole would not appreciate the intrusion. They had spent enough time together for Leon to notice Anatole guarded his private life, keeping it away from his job. It made sense — if that were the last beacon of reprieve Leon himself had, he would do it too.

Did he care that much about Anatole? Or was it basic consideration? A Gentlepeople agreement of you shall not trespass, and neither shall I?

The unmistakable sound of someone who needed a cane to walk took him out of his thoughts. Leon heard them say something that resembled Vesuvian common tongue, but nothing he could make up clearly. He couldn’t make out the reply either, but it sounded almost like Valerius.

The person with the cane stood under the threshold of the foyer, tapping their cane to get Leon’s attention.

“Are you a friend of my great grandson?”

“Excuse me?” It dawned on Leon that Anatole had never mentioned his family, except to talk twice about where he lived. He had mentioned his parents loosely, and an Aunt who lived in Vesuvia but passed some years ago, never of his family. Only now Leon realised the Palazzo wasn’t full of workers or people who came for the library or other of its amenities, but of Anatole’s relatives. It made him incredibly human.

“I was told you were a friend of Anatole’s, are you not? What is your name?”

“I’m Leon. I am a friend of Anatole’s.”

“I’m Valerian Cassano. My great grandson was sleeping, but I am sure he will be with us any minute now. You have to excuse him, he needs his rest.”

Valerian began walking away, stopping and yelling back into the foyer when he realised Leon wasn’t following him. “I am older than you can imagine, young thing, I am not going to go back there and get you.”

It wasn’t a request, and it seemed better to be invited in than waiting in a foyer he couldn’t even admire or despise.

Valerian only asked if Leon needed anything once, assuming if he did he would ask. They sat in silence in a room he described as a family parlour. They both sat in silence for a moment, Leon expecting him to want to know how he knew Anatole, but the question never came. Instead, they tap their cane again, rhythmically, trying to emulate a song Leon does not recognise.

Eventually the questions do come, but they’re not what Leon expects. The only thing Valerian wanted to know is what it is that they do, and after they reply he’s a musician, the conversation took off. He asked other things, as where did they play the most, did Leon play alone, and what type of music, but most of the conversation ends up being about Valerian’s past and the city. How they used to be an actor, the Operas in the city and Goldgrave. He spoke little of the late Consul, and made excuses for the actual one not letting them in.

“Where is it that you know Valeriy, anyway? He is much less inclined to blend in with people—”

“Uh, sorry?”

The eye roll was audible. “Valerius, who else.”

“I— through a common friend.”

Valerian did noy buy it, huffing a laugh instead. “Very well, everyone has always seemed to say Anatole does take after him. Though, of course, Valeriy would never sleep in the city for someone. You care about the boy.”

Leon didn’t sense any maliciousness from the old man, but it didn’t mean he liked the question. It felt too open, like Leon had made his own decisions without even noticing, but apparent to the rest of people.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has to do with everything. You could’ve just checked if he was sleeping and left. I’m assuming you sense your way somehow, remarkable, really.”

“Stop tormenting Leon,” Anatole’s voice, with the exasperated fondness some people have to their family members, cut through Leon’s internal screaming. “Hi Lee, good morning Valerian.”

“You missed breakfast, Toly.”

“I chugged some coffee.”

“You drink too much of it.”

“Blame Valeriy for waking me up in a fissy.”

Anatole put his hand on Leon’s shoulder, squeezing lightly, as they finally said hello back. It was strange to witness him around people who had known him all his life. It felt like looking into someone’s life from a window, a limbo of an invitation, unsure if you wanted to step in, despite not having been pushed further out.

“Did you want us to go somewhere, Lee? Sorry if I took too long.”

“Actually, I did. Don’t worry, your great grandfather put up with me.”

“And your Leon put up with me.”

Anatole laughed, delighted. “Being terrible is a family trait. Whatever he told you about me, he’s lying.”

“I was an actor, I studied people’s characters for a living.”

Anatole kissed his great grandfather’s forehead before asking Leon if they should go. As easily as he had been pulled into this private corner of Anatole’s life, he was pulled out of it.

Anatole apologised. “He is incredibly lucid for being so incredibly old… but he must have liked you, Valerian doesn’t really speak to many people. He says it tires him.”

“How old is he?”

“About 102, I believe? I’m not sure, I don’t think many people are anyway. Besides, he keeps insisting he’ll die when he wants to die, so age is not a thing that matters.”

“Do you want your family to like me?” Leon teased him.

“My family has little to do with anything. As of late, I don’t really sleep here all that much. If I’m not spending the night at the Palace, I’m spending it in town — speaking of which, where do you want to go?”

“How about the market, so you eat something, and then we decide.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Leo began walking towards the foyer, but Anatole stopped him.

“No, no, I leave through the back door. You can’t tell anyone where it is, though.”

Leon followed Anatole through the house, into an unassuming corridor with an unassuming door, yet by the sound of Anatole opening it, it had some sort of mechanism to guard it. Outside, the breeze and sounds of the city awaited for them, in an equally quiet and unassuming corridor.

Anatole closed the door after him, but didn’t advance. “Leon?”

“Yes?”

“If you ever wanted to visit while I’m here, you can use this door. It doesn’t have a bell, what you have to do is spin the doorknob three times to the right, quick and sort turns, and someone will come to open and let you in.”

“And would I find you inside?”

“Just ask. Or test your luck, you always end up finding me.”

“I could just use a tether, they do save time.”

“That’s up to you, really.”

“So, you don’t want to know if I have one on you?”

“I know you don’t, Lee. That’s not what we do.”

Leon frowned. “We could.”

Anatole stepped closer to Leon, cupping his cheek, and rubbing his thumb against his skin. In safe company he relaxed, but in shared privacy he unfolded. Perhaps, the old man had been right. Perhaps the Gentlepeople’s agreement laid in respecting each other’s boundaries not out of indifference but care. Wasn’t it so? Genuine, honest Anatole who did care for Leon, now realised he was allowed to care. He did tell them he didn’t allow people into his life if he wasn’t going to care about them. Why would he waste his energy pretending to care about something?

Leon couldn’t see the sun, but he could feel it. He could feel it on his skin, and Anatole’s incommensurable caring for that which did have his attention felt a lot like it. The city, his family, his friends, the city once again, people and corners Leon wasn’t privy to, but which Anatole did not pretend not to have in him.

Neither of them pretended to be people they were not. Was that honesty not caring?

“You’d have to let me take care of you.”

Leon took Anatole’s face in his hands, Anatole letting his own hand fall and rest over his waist. His fingers were soft over his lips, and Anatole kissed the tip of every one of them, until Leon replaced them with their own lips.

“I think I already do.”

It was like finding a partner for a journey you both knew would take you to different places, yet while the journey lasted, you had each other.

#my writing #the arcana #aelius anatole #leon #oc x oc #dani's ocs #coincidence lovers #them but it's portrait of an enby on fire #only neither of them paint #sonata of an enby on fire?

13 notes · View notes

saraspamz · 4 years

Text

Day four of my Elippoweek: Canon Compliant

you can find the Italian translation on Wattpad: Sarasbookz.

You worth it

«Ho appena acchittato la vacanza del secolo. Le ragazze verranno con noi in Salento, e anche Rami e gli altri.»

When Luchino had suggested to go camping in Salento after the maturità, Elia had not hesitated to accept.

Two beautiful weeks by the sea with his best friends, far from home and from his dad, had seemed to be the best way to spend his holidays.

But then Gio had decided to ask the girls to join, and Elia had felt like the whole "perfect holiday" thing had been destroyed.

He knew that, if the girls had joined their trip, it would not have been the holiday he wanted. He knew that Giovanni would have spent all the time trying to get Eva back, that Luchino would have been with his new girlfriend, Silvia, all the time. And he knew for sure that Marti and Nicco would have isolated themselves from anyone else, acting like two "polipetti" as always.

And when Rami had asked Gio to join, he had felt his heart falling apart. He knew that Rami joining them meant all the Roses Squad joining them: Rami, Luai, Driss... And Malik.

It wasn't like he hated Malik, he was sure he was a good guy and maybe they would have been friends if Elia hadn't been in love with Sana.

Yes, Elia loved Sana. He had loved her for half a year and he couldn't stop loving her. It didn't matter how many times the girl had rejected him, he couldn't stop loving her.

«Io se mi organizzo un po' posso venire...»

Elia looked at the guy with the leopard shirt sitting next to him and smiled. He didn't know Filippo Sava that well, but he admired his attitude and his contagious joy. He was that type of person Elia loved spending time with.

«Intanto a te non t'ha invitato nessuno.»

Filippo laughed, faking an angry face and giving Elia a friendly slap.

The older boy had noticed Elia for the first time at Marti's Christmas party two years earlier. His first thought about him had been "ammazza che fregno!". Elia was very good looking, he was probably the most beautiful guy Filippo had ever seen in his entire life (and he had seen a lot of hot guys), and it hadn't taken much time for him to understand that he liked Elia more than he ever did with anyone else.

But unfortunately, Elia was straight. He hadn't dared to ask Martino about it, but the girls had told him that the brunette had had lots of girl crushes, such as Sofia (the Argentinian girl), Polidoro and Sana. So Filippo knew he had no chance with that boy, but he still wanted to be close to him. He knew he would end up in the friendzone, but as long as he could have been someone to Elia, he didn't care.

That summer trip to Salento would have been Filippo's chance to get closer to Elia, and he was determined not to waste it.

Elia knew that he wouldn't like that holiday very much, but he never thought he'd end up sitting on a cliff and watching the sea with eyes full of tears. It wasn't what he planned for a perfect holiday with his friends.

He had never been that type of guy, the one who cries when he sees the girl he loves with another man, but he guessed it was different with Sana.

He thought he had been in love before, but now he knew that he had never loved anyone the way he loved that girl. And he couldn't bear to see her with Malik, it was too much pain for him.

«It hurts, doesn't it?»

Filippo joined him and sat next to him on the cliff. Elia saw him light a reed, breathing the smoke in.

«What?»

«Seeing the person you love with someone else.»

«Is it written on my face?»

«You seem to love her very much.»

«I do, I honestly do. I've never loved anyone else this way before, and it's so hard to see her with another.»

Elia felt the tears falling down his cheeks, but he tried to hide them. He didn't want to be seen like that, especially not by someone that was like a stranger to him.

«I know how you feel, trust me. It's hard when you would give everything to someone and they don't even really care about you.»

«Did it happen to you, too?»

«Too many times, Elia. When I was your age, I used to act exactly like you do.»

«What do you mean?»

«I know how you're feeling. You give all of you to people and they give you nothing in return. They always say that you are "not enough" or "too much", and so you try to be what they want you to be. And you fail it, because that's not you.»

Elia turned silent. He was shocked. Filippo seemed to know exactly how he felt, he knew what he thought and what made him feel like shit.

«How do you know this?»

«I told you, I was like you when I was your age.»

It was difficult for Elia to believe that someone could think that Filippo was "not enough". He didn't know him well, but he had been the only one who had cared for him when he had left the group with a broken heart, so Elia thought he was a great person.

«I can't believe that someone told you that you were not enough, because you are a great person. But still, now you seem to be happy with yourself. How did you manage to do it?»

Filippo sighed. Elia was right, he was happy with himself now, but he still had that feeling of being too much.

«I think I just stopped wasting my time with people who wanted to change me, and I focused on people who really worthed it.».

And Elia worthed it.

«And... Did it work?»

«I think I can say that yes, it worked. Okay, I hadn't been able to find the right person yet, but now I feel good with who I am.»

Elia looked at Filippo, and it was like seeing him for the first time. He had never realized how beautiful Filippo was, how deep his eyes were and how his smile seemed to light up all around him.

That day, while he was watching the sea with his future roommate, Elia fell in love with him.

And he was sure it worthed it.

#elippoweek #elippoweek2020 #elippo #skamit

20 notes · View notes

myinnerdemons-inverted · 4 years

Note

Can you post a short story of where the purge happens once a year, how does inverted Ava and her crew deal with this. Assuming that It lasts for a full day and that it only lasts within a certain cities boundaries and that this year its ava's city

(Before I start I want t say I’M SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I’VE BARELY HAD MOTIVATION TO WRITE RECENTLY AND THIS HAS BEEN HAUNTING ME IN MY ASK BOX FOR MONTHS NOW I PROMISE I DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT IT! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!) (Also, I’ve never seen any of the Purge movies so I’m sorry if I get anything wrong, I’m just going off of what I know, which is that everything is legal)

At first, the boys were confused, mainly on why Ava was covering all of her windows and boarding up her door. The moment the sirens sounder was when fear set in.

“Ava, what’s happening?” Asch asked, he seemed calm but the panic in his voice gave away his thoughts.

“Make that fucking blaring stop!” Rhys shouted, covering his ears.

“I forgot to tell you!?” Ava asked. Like the others, she was panicked. “It’s the Purge!”

“The what?” Rhys asked, he was more annoyed than anything.

“It’s in my city this year!” Ava said, still hammering away at the wooden board that’s blocking her door, “Basically, there are no laws for a full day! Which means there will be people running around, breaking into places and maybe killing people and I’m too young to die!”

“Wait,” Rhys said, “So we can go out and cause as much damage as possible and have no consiquences?” His grin was manic, and he reached for his gauntlets that held their place on his belt.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Ava said, “None of us are! We’re staying here until it’s all over!”

“Hell no I’m not!” Rhys shoved his way past Ava and pried the door open. “I’m off to level this city! Don’t try and stop me!” With that, he equiped his gauntlets and ran down the hall, smashing through the nearest window and jumping out. There were already sounds of gunshots in the distance.

Asch bit his bottom lip, “I’m going after him,” he announced, “You three, protect Ava.”

“Right!” Pierce saluted.

“O-of course,” Leif said, still shaken up.

Noi only nodded.

“I’m counting on you,” Asch smiled before running out the window after Rhys.

“Stay safe!” Ava called out. She closed the door once more.

Pierce then came up with Ava’s couch hoisted above his head, she didn’t even notice that he went back to get it. He placed it up against the door. “That’s should do! Humans aren’t strong enough to move couches, right? Maybe if there were enough of them? But what if—“

Leif placed a hand on Pierce’s shoulder to silence him.

“Sorry,” Pierce said. The questions would still bug him, but he could keep those thoughts to himself for now.

Leif then walked over to Ava, placing a hand on her shoulder as well, “It’ll be alright, Ava,” he assured, though he was more talking to himself.

“I know I’ll be fine with you guys here but... what about everyone else? My friends? The seniors who live here? They’ll be okay, right?”

Ava leaned her head into his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing circles on her back, “They’ll be fine, okay? Everything will be alright. You said this would only last a day, right? It will be okay?”

Leif was always the go-to when you seaked some kind of comfort.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Leif said, though in all honesty he wasn’t sure. He just hoped that no one would be killed.

~~~

Rhys wasn’t hard to spot out, all Asch had to do was follow the large explosions and manic laughter and he would find he knight in no time, right?

Oh, how wrong he was. Those types of things were going on everywhere. How could such a place devolve into such chaos so quickly? And in broad daylight nonetheless? Why? Why would such an event as this exist.

It would be bad to call out to Rhys directly, it would give himself away soo easily, and if Rhys heard him he would just run in the other direction.

The cocking on guns caught him off guard for a second. He turned around and saw maybe five or six people with weapons pointed at him.

“A pretty boy like yourself shouldn’t be out here,” one of them said. Asch had hidden his horns already, so that wasn’t why he was being targeted.

Asch sighed before swiping his hand in a horizontal motion, sending a wave of water crashing into the group before they could respond, sending them flying into a nearby building and letting the crumple to the ground. They were only unconscious, thankfully, but they might need to check for head injuries later. “My apologies,” Asch muttered before setting back out to find his knight.

Asch normally wasn’t one to get annoyed, but this, such as finding a needle in a haystack, would be a pain.

~~~

Sounds of gunshots and other noises of destruction echoed thoughout the city and made it to Ava’s appartment. She sat on the floor, knees huddled close to her chest. Noi sat next to her as well, but he didn’t do much else to comfort her.

The three knights had their weapons at the ready, Pierce with his longsword, Leif with his rapier, and Noi with his dagger.

So far, nothing had happened. The appartment was earily silent, no one even dared to breathe too loud.

A bang at the door broke the silence. Then another. And another. They were loud crashes, the wood threatening to splinter under the weight, like the person was ramming their while body at the door

The knights took a fighting stance. The door then splintered, a man tumbling through the top half of the door and over the couch.

The knights stood in front of Ava, ready to guard her.

The man looked up at them, his eyes were dialated and red, sunken into his skull, definitely due to some drug.

“Pretty lady,” he slurred, getting to his feet.

Pierce was the first to spring into action. He reared his sword back over his shoulder, but instead of slashing the man he struck him with the butt of the sword’s handle, knocking him out.

Suddenly, another man came from seemingly nowhere, with the same drugged out look in his eyes. He raised what looked like a machete and tried to swing at Pierce, only for Leif to step in and parry the attack.

They all looked back over to the hole in the door, where more of these drugged up maniacs crawled through the opening.

Great, a bunch of idiots decided to go through this mess while high.

Noi was still with Ava.

There were now at least five men drugged up out of their minds in her appartment.

Pierce quickly took out another one, using the same technique he used to take out the first.

Leif disarmed another by swiping the pistol out of his hands with the tip of his blade and using a similar move as Pierce to knock him out.

One had charged at Noi, swiping a metal baseball bat at his head. Noi ducked, dodging the feeble attack easily before sinking his dagger into the man’s gut.

While this was happening, one of them had made their way to Ava, knocking her on her back and straddling her waist as he held a butcher knife above his head.

Before he can strike, however, a blade pierced deep through his neck from behind.

The blade was pulled out and the man’s knife clattered beside her. Noi caught the man as he fell forward before he fell onto Ava and tossed him aside. He helped a stunned Ava back up to a sitting position.

Leif stood in front of her, tears flowing down his face, blood coating the tip of his blade. He let out a shaky, “I’m so sorry...” before dropping to his knees.

When Pierce finished dealing with the rest of them he ran over to the others, joining them on the floor before wrapping his arms around the three of them. Ava and Leif were crying and Noi was as blank as ever, though he did wrap his arm around Pierce’s back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Pierce repeated over and over.

~~~

Asch had finally found Rhys. How long had it been? Five hours? He knows it’s definitely been way too long.

“Rhys!” Asch called out to him.

Rhys, who was standing on a pile of rubble, rolled his eyes, “What do you want?” His hands were still smoldering.

“I want to take you back to Ava’s appartment. Haven’t you done enough?”

Rhys laughed, “What? I’m just getting started! I’m not stopping now!”

“You are, Rhys. This is an order.”

An order? Asch never ordered them to do anything unless it was important.

“Why should I?” Rhys crossed his arms, his gauntlets clanking against each other.

“Someone has to clean this all up, right?” Asch gestured to the destruction around them, “if you destroy everything it will never look the same again. We’ve walked down this street so many times, remember? The mall is right down there.” Asch pointed down the road. “You want to walk down this road with Ava again, right?”

Rhys clenched his fists, “I hate it when you’re right.” He leaped down fro the pile to Asch.

“Let’s get home, alright?”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “I’m only listening to you because you’re still my prince or whatever.”

Asch smiled, of course.”

~~~

The rest of the day was uneventful. Noi had tossed those men’s bodies out the window and onto the street. A bunch of dead bodies was enough to ward off anyone with a braincell from entering.

During the night everything had gotten louder, preventing any of them from resting, like they would eve dare to during this time.

Eventually, the announcement was made.

The Purge was over.

#the ending is so bad but this was already too long #again I’m sorry for how late this is #Miammey has no idea how to write the purge #enjoy your burrito #aphmau #inverted my inner demons #aphmau my inner demons #my inner demons inverted #my inner demons #my inner demons aphmau #my writing

27 notes · View notes

negan-jdm-winchester · 5 years

Text

Negan’s Savior

Description: Negan x Reader where the reader comes to Negan’s rescue in more ways than one. Chapter Description: You meet Negan while he’s on a routine run, only to end up saving his life and have him save yours in return. (Part 1/?) A/N: Feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

You heard them before you saw them and you took off running, abandoning your camp in the process. If all they wanted was your stuff, they could have it. You’d be safer when you were out of sight. You hid in some bushes not too far away so you could hear them. A group of men came walking right into the middle of your site, looking around.

“Fire’s still going. They can’t be far.”

“You think they have any useful shit around here?” One of them bent down and picked up what you knew was your extra knife. You always kept one in your back pocket, the extra under your pillow.

“The fuck do we have here?” You heard a deep, booming voice suddenly, and it made you jump a little bit, afraid they had found your hiding spot.

“Just basic stuff, boss, nothing useful.” You felt relieved knowing you could go back to your things after they left.

“Well there sure as shit’s somebody around here. Find them.” Your heart started pounding as you kept still and quiet, footsteps getting closer and closer to your hiding spot. That same low voice spoke directly above you.

“I see you.” You jumped as a hand grabbed you from behind, pulling you out of the bushes, and you pulled your knife on them, slicing a good gash on their arm, causing them to drop you from quite a high distance. You landed on your side, yelping, knowing full well you’d have a bad bruise on your ribs. You were immediately pinned to the ground on your stomach, your hands forcefully restrained behind you.

“Well shit, little darlin’,” the first man spoke. Whoever had you pinned yanked your hair back so you were forced to look up. “I didn’t expect such a little thing like you to pack so much punch!” He gave a loud chuckle, but you didn’t return it. His leather jacket was halfway zipped up over a white t-shirt, he wore dark jeans and heavy boots. But the bat wrapped in barbed wire was what caught your attention. His voice brought you back out of your observations.

“What’s your name?”

“What’s it to you?” You quipped, making him smirk.

“Well, ya see, I run this little place called the Sanctuary about ten miles from here. Me and my men here were out on a little run. Figure we can help whoever along the way. Work for points and you get stuff. Luxuries. Hell, you look like you could use a fuckin’ shower. We keep our people safe, doll. So I’m gonna ask you again. What’s your name.” Even though your eyes narrowed, you knew he was right, and having a safe place was more than you could have ever asked for in this world.

“Y/n...my name’s y/n.” His eyes looked you over and he ordered the man to get off of you. He stuck a leather clad hand out to you and you took it, standing up. Taking in his clean appearance, you were suddenly self conscious. He was a strikingly handsome man, and you hadn’t seen anything - or anyone - but walkers for the past year. Not to mention you were dirty as hell and felt just as bad, if not worse.

“Y/n,” he said, low and rumbling, making your knees slightly weaker at the way your name rolled off of his tongue. “Whaddya say, doll? Wanna come back with us?” You nodded and he grinned, putting his arm around your shoulders. “You sure put a fuckin’ dent in my man’s arm here,” he said and you sheepishly glanced at the man you had cut, noting the deep gash he had at some point wrapped up. He glared daggers at you and you suddenly didn’t feel so bad.

“Well, I’d apologize, but maybe next time he’ll be more careful,” you said and the man with the bat threw his head back with laughter that rang through the forest.

“You know my name...I think it’s only fair I get to know yours,” you said, moving back from him, looking up at him. Man, was he tall...

“My apologies, little lady. Where the fuck are my damn manners. I’m Negan.”

Negan...hm...it suited him. You were about to tell him so when you saw a walker about to jump down from a tree on top of him. You didn’t think twice, and you really don’t know why you were about to risk your life for this stranger, but you threw yourself at Negan, knocking him out of the way of the walker, subsequently causing it to fall on top of you. His men were stunned just long enough to be unable to help when you and the walker went tumbling down the hill and into the river.

It was all going so fast and you were sure you would get bitten. You grabbed your knife, stabbing the walker over and over in the head, doing any and everything as you fell to ensure your safety. The water was freezing cold when you hit it, small patches of ice still floating on the top. It slowed your body movements significantly and you felt your lungs burning, the cold water hurting down to your bones. The walker was dead, never making it into the water with you, but at this rate, you knew you were going to die anyway.

You were thrashing in the water when your hand hit something solid. You shrieked, causing the rest of your air to leave your body, worried that it was a walker. The last thing you felt before blacking out was the feel of leather against your skin.

*************

You woke up suddenly, coughing up water. You were dizzy and disoriented. You heard shouting but it sounded so far away. Your eyes came into focus and you realized the yelling was right next to you.

“Y/n! Shit, can you hear me, doll?” You nodded your head, or tried at least, but all you felt was frozen and a deep ache down to your core. You could feel your body shivering and shaking as Negan scooped you up into his arms. You felt something very wrap around you, burning your skin with how warm it was. You smelled the leather before you saw it was his jacket that he was wearing. Even in the state you were currently in, the shocked expressions of his men didn’t go unnoticed.

Negan walked you over to one of the trucks they’d come in, getting into the back of it with you, shutting the door. “Drive, Simon,” he barked at a man who was in the front seat, driving off obediently. Blankets were draped around you, and you suddenly felt very sleepy. Your eyes were closing, but Negan’s voice startled you.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t do that shit, doll. Don’t go to sleep, okay? Look at me,” he said, and you could hear the panic in his voice. You looked at him really well for the first time since you woke up and you saw that he, too, was soaking wet. Instinctively you sat up, wrapping a blanket around him. If you weren’t so loopy, you would have sworn he blushed a bit. Your hands were shaking so badly and Negan grabbed them, holding them in his own. You didn’t realize he was reaching for you and the sudden contact made you flinch hard, covering your face, as if somebody was about to hit you.

Damn. There was no way he didn’t notice that. You were always so good about keeping things a secret. He narrowed his eyes a bit, but not in anger, but realization.

“Hey...I’m not gonna hit ya...” he spoke, his voice much softer now that it was just the two of you and the guy named Simon there. You lowered your arms from your face and he gave you a soft smile. “There we go...” but his eyes were filled with anger. You looked away quickly. “Somebody been pushing you around?” You sighed, looking at him, still freezing, despite his attempts to warm you.

“M-m-my b-boyfriend...w-we ran together w-when it all first s-started. He...he d-didn’t m-mean it. I just an-n-noyed him a-a lot.” You shrugged and he growled.

“That son of a bitch. He still alive?” You shrugged.

“Dunno...r-ran off one n-night. Haven’t s-seen him s-s-since.” He looked you over, but let out a curse, to which you looked up, unsure, but you felt dazed.

“Shit, doll, your fuckin’ lips are blue. Simon, hurry up!” The truck sped off and Negan pulled you to his chest, but you were both still sopping wet and black spots started clouding your vision. “No, no, hey, shit. Y/n. Y/n, don’t close your eyes! Fuck. Y/n!” You blacked out with your head against his chest, the last thing you heard was his voice calling your name.

#negan jdm winchester #negan-jdm-winchester #negan oneshot #negan #negan twd #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #simon x reader #simon twd #Negan’s Savior

73 notes · View notes

hellishdrcams · 5 years

Text

잃어버린 ( self para )

triggers: mental illness, schizoaffective disorder

key had felt out of sorts the last few days, or rather the last week, he felt so out of character and not like himself. his mood swings were constant, he was either up or down. and he couldn’t keep it up, it wasn’t fair to anyone around him, having to deal with this shit. and noi seemed to be getting the worst of it. because key knew he was being an asshole, and noi out of everyone didn’t deserve that. not from someone who loved him.

key sat on his bed it was one of those rare nights where noi was off doing whatever he did. it wasn’t like key didn’t miss him, he was used to spending most of his time with his boyfriend but they did need those nights with other people or doing other things which right now, and with the way key had been acting the last few days he didn’t blame noi if he needed a break and needed some time with someone else or other people. or just to get away from him. key was trying to write down the song he’d come up with, that he and ani had been working on. he was just trying to finish it off.

honestly he was just trying to think of other things other than the fact that he’d been accused of grooming. his pen stopped half way through writing as he stared down at the paper now with a hole in the middle of it because of the way he’d began writing too hard. he frowned because now he was thinking about it again, he couldn’t blame anyone for it. it was natural since there were other idols and trainees the same age as him having actually done things with minors. and he had too, noi was only seventeen.

key was twenty five, he’d think something was wrong there too. but it hadn’t been like that. he genuinely and wholeheartedly was in love with noi, there was no grooming. fuck it had taken him long enough to believe that noi even felt the same way, and he would never have tried to groom noi into believing that he loved him. it was through his boyfriend’s own choice and he loved key too, that was all key cared about.

key tossed the pen down on the desk and he frowned sitting back against the chair, he heard movement just as he slightly relaxed and he whirled in his chair looking around seeing that the door was open just slightly and he frowned. getting up he knew he was becoming more and more paranoid. ever since he’d noticed his things going missing, it started with his earphones, and was now his underwear. it was confusing because he knew noi wasn’t going to take his boxers away and if he did key would see him wearing them.

it was then that key noticed his iPod was missing, he frowned. closing the door over completely he began hunting for it. tossing his books everywhere. had noi taken it? nah he knew he wouldn’t. he groaned in frustration tossing a few more things around until he couldn’t take it anymore. who the fuck kept taking his stuff? it was messing with him and with his head.

texting his sister, key tossed his phone onto the bed and it was then he slid down the wall, his hands covering his face and he roughly rubbed at his eyes and muffled his cries. his hands clenched and unclenched in his hair until he heard the noise of the phone and he scrambled to his feet, getting up he headed over and seen the ‘i’ll help you, come to the house.’ they exchanged a few more texts key deciding how long he was going to be there for until they figured out what was wrong with him. because he couldn’t keep

key began shoving things into his bag, after tidying up the mess he’d made with his books and he frowned as he did. he was a good few inches taller than noi but it wasn’t like he’d actually wear the shirt, but it was packed right at the top of the bag. noi always smelled nice, like the home he hadn’t really had. but he couldn’t keep acting this way and his sister was the only one he knew that might be able to help him because he couldn’t understand what was going on.

he stopped before actually heading towards the door, he couldn’t just up and leave without saying anything. noi knew how he’d been feeling the last few days but it didn’t mean that he could just leave. he dropped the bag and headed back over to the desk. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting, but i love you so much bear. - chinmae. it was vague, he knew that but in his own thought process, key couldn’t think to put anything else. noi was the only one that he allowed to call him by his name, not that he did since there was always pet names involved.

taking a look around the room once the note sat on noi’s pillow he headed out of the room closing the door over and moved to ani’s room. he knocked once hearing the muffled come in before he entered and he did seeing his friend laying on his bed. “uh.. you okay, hyung? you don’t look so good.” key shrugged it off. “make sure noi’s okay for me, i’m leaving.” blunt as always but ani stood up, his brows furrowed. “hyung..” he began and key put his hand up. “look it doesn’t make much sense but noi’s not here, i’m freaking out right now, my sister knows i’m coming to her, these past few days have been literal torture.” he explained.

ani nodded slowly, worry and concern clearly written over his face. “okay.” he breathed and key nodded. “just make sure noi’s okay. don’t tell him where i am. he deserves some space right now and i think i just need to be out of everybody’s hair.” he sighed running a hand through his own and ani shook his head. “hyung.. we’re here to help too.. and noi’s gonna be mopey without you, especially if he doesn’t know where you are.” and key sighed because he knew that but he didn’t know what was happening and he couldn’t put noi through that.

“i don’t know what’s happening to me, ani.. there’s something wrong and i need to do the sensible thing and go get help before it gets worse.” he breathed and ani sighed but he nodded again. “i’ve been accused of so much and i know how this is gonna look but it’s just for a week.. maybe two. i’ll contact noi as soon as i know what’s wrong with me.” he breathed and ani nodded moving closer he pulled the older male into a hug and key patted his back softly. “just try and help him a little, he’ll be the one in charge until i come back.”

“i will. i promise. i’ll help him as much as i can.” ani promised and key nodded pulling back and offered a little smile before he walked out of the room and off he went, out to where his car was parked. it took an hour until he reached the house his sister was living in. he didn’t particularly want to bother her either,

his sister stood at the gate as he stopped the car and he hesitated because every fibre of his being was telling him to go back get into bed and curl up with noi and just hold him, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel until he caught movement and he seen her move towards the car, he got out. “chinmae.” she breathed and the look on his face sent him over the edge, and he burst into sobs. she put her arms around him in a hug and he melted into it, closing his eyes. “we’re going to help you, okay?” she hummed softly and he sobbed a bit harder.

“okay.”

#self para #key #ani

1 note · View note

enemyground7 · 2 years

Text

Earn More Income Before Several It

Even although the design in order to unique, a true no valid reason flash art cannot be taken just to obtain ideas. Search symbols, tribal designs, or another type that for you to mind. Couple of different methods many web pages that have pages and pages of tattoo ideas that could be used like a starting single point. Print these out and combine them match the vision of the tattoo. When get temporary tattoos online, a notorious supply of scammed by means of unreliable employers. Anyone can easily set up a business site with lots of designs appeal to prospective people. But what they're after is income. They don't really care within your presentation the quality of their tattoos. They'll take your money upfront without offering a manufacturer's warranty and you're on particular if the standard is horrific. But don't get me wrong - some professionals don't achieve it on operation. They are usually the companies that bite off more compared to what they can munch. You're just at the wrong place at improper time. On the internet . it's vital that stick with manufacturer along with a proven background if you need to buy temporary tattoo.

https://vnptvinaphone.net.vn/cho-thue-wifi-su-kien-vnpt-ha-noi-internet-hoi-nghi-mang-hop-truc-tuyen/ resize=965%2C724&ssl=1" width="400" align="left" /> Things have changed substantially in this crazy world we live in, and also the discussion of sex (taboo a generation ago, for the best part) is currently rampant. We see, on television, using the internet, in newspapers, magazines, and throughout our bookstores, of course, tomes teaching how to please him/her/, for him/her. There will be the Joy of Sex, The thrill of Gay Sex, Anything you Always Had to Know About Sex (the latter that was found almost immediately to be the such little use it really is provide event wifi service laughable now). A dog is this common pet today. The savvy are getting themselves canine pet. Many busy individuals who love to create dogs but find themselves too busy to going for walks with their dogs. This could be another more money opportunity talk to are okay with dogs, not allergic to them and so forth. I have met market . only produce business cards if merely the person they're asking will are interested. They say this with almost an awareness of pride, as though they are above associated with us us who hand out our card to anyone that asks. Tend not to understand even though the person they're referring with might not require their product or service, how about people they've known? As but now less expensive chairs, you are take them anywhere, then again are also great should you have a swimming pool or enjoy sitting on your deck, patio or porch. You are environmentally conscious, some outdoor folding chairs are produced of plastic. Many of all of these are the actual Adirondack style (straight back with slats and crested tops) as well as are almost completely easy to maintain. Some many may require assembly. Wrought iron outdoor folding chairs are classy choice for weddings along with very special outdoor gatherings. This style usually comes along with a soft cushion that is removable that will be machine washed. There a lot of things might do to feel better about your break on. One thing many girls like carry out is to obtain over him as soon as . Some popular things girls like to try to to is obtain a rebound husband. This means they leave the house and look for a new guy as soon as easy to replace ensure she used up. Either for the long-term or simply like a temporary replacement so she can all the same get those emotions from their guy that they has sacrificed. Another thing girls may do is try to forget justin. Girls can do unique such as hanging by helping cover their her girlfriends and doing activities that keep her mind off him.

#cần thuê wifi sự kiện

0 notes

viostormcaller · 6 years

Text

But Who Saves The Hero?

((TRIGGER WARNING: Talks of suicide, suicide attempt. Please read at your own discretion. Talk to a professional about mental health concerns))

"You can't save zhem all, you know."

"I know. Doesn't make my job any easier, though."

Dr. Schneeplestein and Jackieboy Man were grieving over the loss of a patient, one that Jackieboy Man had tried to save from a deadly house fire. Schneep had a hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him. He could tell that Jackieboy Man was trying hard not to cry, because of the way he occasionally bit his lip or clenched and unclenched his fists.

"I know it's hard. I mean, ve deal vith it often, but it doesn't make it easier every time it happens. Ve tried our best, zhough, but sometimes zhere's just nozhing you can do. Just...don't blame yourself, okay?"

Jackieboy Man just nodded silently, not taking his eyes off of the deceased patient. He studied each burn mark, each wound. Even though he heard Schneep's warning not to blame himself, deep down he KNEW this was his fault. If only he had been a second earlier...

"Jackieboy Man?" Schneep asked, shaking his shoulder lightly. The hero flinched, pulled from his thoughts, and faced the doctor.

"Huh?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm...I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, really." Jackieboy Man reassured. He wasn't sure if Schneeplestein bought it or not initially, but the doctor nodded, trusting the hero's words. They stayed for a moment longer, watching the patient, before Schneep cleared his throat and broke the silence.

"Vell, I know it's late, so I suppose you should get going, no?"

"Yeah, you're right. I'll, uh...see you at home?"

"Yes, I have to finish some papervork and ozher tasks here, but I vill see you at home vithin zhe hour. Let Marvin and Chase know, okay?"

Jackieboy Man nodded, then headed out of the hospital.

"Fly safely!" Schneep called behind him. With a weak smile, Jackieboy Man turned and waved back at the doctor before exiting the building and flying off towards their house. The whole way home, he beat himself up over the incident, becoming angrier and angrier at himself for what he did. Or rather, what he didn't do. His vision blurred and every now and again he wiped furious tears from his eyes. When he arrived at the house, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself as best he could, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands once more to at least appear somewhat collected. The living room light was on, so he knew someone was still up. The hero steeled himself for the inevitable social interaction he would have to face, and slowly opened the door, walking inside.

Jackieboy Man peered into the living room. There, he saw Marvin sitting on the couch, still wearing his mask and his suit. He must have just gotten in, himself.

"Heyo." Marvin greeted him.

"Hey." Jackieboy Man greeted back, painfully aware of how half-hearted his reply sounded. He cleared his throat. "Uhm...you just get in?"

"Yup." Marvin confirmed. "Another busy night for 'Marvin the Magnificent'." He said with a slight chuckle and wave of his hands. Jackieboy Man thought he was in the clear, but...

"Wait, Jackieboy Man."

Dammit.

"Yeah?" Jackieboy Man replied.

"Are you okay? You didn't really sound okay when you came in. What's wrong?"

He couldn't bring himself to lie to the magician. He just couldn't.

"I-I...no. I'm not okay. I was called upon to help save a family from a house fire. One person died and it's all my fucking fault because I was a fucking minute late."

"Woah, woah, woah. Hey, now. Jackie, it's not your fault. Don't beat yourself up over it. You couldn't help what happened." Marvin said, getting up from his spot on the couch. Jackieboy turned to face him, a distressed expression on his face.

"No. Don't you see? It IS my fault. I wasn't fucking there when people needed me. Every time someone dies on my hands, it's my fault, because that means I'm not doing my fucking job." The hero explained.

"Jackieboy...please. It really isn't your fault. That fire was most likely already out of control by the time you got there. But think of the people you saved! You did a better job than the firefighters would have done, had you just waited for them to handle it." Marvin reassured him. But the hero wasn't having it.

"But...I let someone die, Marvin..."

Marvin sighed, then took a few steps closer to Jackieboy Man.

"Jackie...I know it's hard to swallow sometimes, but sometimes shit just happens, shit that's out of our control. I know as the hero, your job by definition is to help those in need but..." he paused for a moment, knowing that Jackieboy wasn't going to like what he had to say next.

"Jackie...you can't save them all."

And then, the hero snapped.

"God, I am so FUCKING tired of hearing that. Everyone keeps telling me that, but nobody will tell me WHY! Now, you tell me: Why? Why can't I save everyone? Because, if you haven't noticed, saving people is my job. And if anyone, and I mean ANYONE, dies on my watch, then I'm obviously not doing my job. That blood is on my fucking hands, Marvin."

Marvin's heart began to race. He hadn't meant to anger his friend. And now that Jackieboy Man was angry, he knew he had to be cautious of what he said. He was deathly afraid of accidentally saying the wrong thing again and making this worse. He was aware he had to tread through this conversation carefully. Marvin took a deep breath and began to speak.

"J-Jackieboy, I-I...uh, I know this is all r-really difficult to deal with, but...just because you can't save everyone...that doesn't make you any less of a hero than you already are. But y-you have to realize that nobody is perfect. Just...remember that you tried your hardest. You gave it your best effort, o-okay?" Marvin was visibly shaking, trying his best to calm Jackieboy Man down, but nothing was working. He only seemed to be getting angrier.

"But WHY? WHY can't I be perfect at my job? WHY is it that even after my "best effort", I still fucking fail?! There's something that I'm not doing right, and NOBODY is telling me what it FUCKING IS!" The hero was trembling with rage now, fists tightly clenched, jaw firmly shut as he exhaled shaky breaths from his nose, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"J-Jackieboy Man, please..." Marvin said, as a last attempt to calm him down, but it was to no avail.

"GOD DAMMIT!" Jackieboy suddenly yelled, whipping around to punch the wall behind him. There was a loud "BANG" as his fist connected with it, leaving an insanely large indent in the place where his hand was.

Suddenly, a door opened from down the hall, and footsteps were heard as a pajama-clad Chase came running out.

"What the FUCK was that noi-oh." Chase ran in to see an absolutely livid Jackieboy Man and a panicking Marvin behind him.

'Help!' Marvin mouthed to Chase. Chase understood what Marvin needed him to do and turned to the hero.

"Woah, hey, Jackieboy Man. Bro, I know you're pissed off, but I need you to breathe. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Can you do that?" Chase asked. This method usually works when he's calming either himself or Marvin down, so he hoped it would work for Jackieboy Man, as well.

The hero, not wanting to argue anymore, obliged, and began using Chase's breathing technique to calm down. At first, it worked, as Chase and Marvin slowly saw Jackieboy's body relax, his fists gradually unclenching, bit by bit. But, not long after, they watched his body begin to tremble once again, hearing his breath steadily become shakier. Chase and Marvin tensed up when they saw this, but this time, it wasn't anger, to their surprise. They watched Jackieboy Man slowly sink to his knees, his arms leaning up against the wall as he began to cry, letting out loud, shaky sobs. Marvin and Chase both crouched next to him, rubbing his back and shoulders and letting him cry, trying their best to be there for him. After a while, the hero's sobs turned into tiny hiccups, but he still stayed kneeling on the ground. A minute of overall silence (aside from Jackieboy Man's occasional hiccups) passed before anyone actually spoke.

"M-My parents d-died in a h-house fire..." Chase and Marvin's eyes widened at Jackieboy's words, and they looked at each other in shock. Jackieboy Man always refused to talk about his parents, and every time the topic of parents came up, Jackieboy Man would either keep quiet, politely decline any further comment on his family, or excuse himself from the conversation entirely. So, for them, finally hearing him speak about his parents was HUGE.

"I was y-young, probably about nine or ten when it happened..." Jackieboy Man paused, sniffling. Just then, Chase and Marvin turned their heads as they heard the front door unlock. Dr. Schneeplestein had walked in, and he was surprised to see the three other egos crouched next to the wall.

"Vhat is-" Schneeplestein started, but he quickly cut himself off as Marvin turned to him with wide eyes, pressing a finger to his mouth. Schneep got the message, nodding, and walked over to crouch beside Jackieboy Man, Chase, and Marvin.

"M-My parents...they weren't superheroes like me...well, if you can even still call me one by this point...b-but they were special agents...a-and sometimes they would get called in at night to handle a situation or s-something like that. I never really got to learn much about what they actually did at work. I w-wish I did..." the hero paused, wiping hot tears from his eyes, letting out slow, shaky breaths. He then continued.

"W-Well, one night, they left for work, and they kissed me goodbye, s-saying they would tell me all about it when they got back. They had been working on this case for months, and I had been dying to find out what was g-going on, so I was super excited for them to...to come home..." he again paused. Reliving the memory was almost too much for him, and he tried to stifle another sob with his hand, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He felt Marvin's hand as it squeezed his shoulder, and Chase's as he rubbed his back. After about a minute, he continued, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"I stayed up all night that night...waiting for them to come home. On late-night missions, usually they didn't get in till about seven, eight AM, so I was used to them being gone all night. I remember crashing around five o'clock...and waking up at noon to the sun in my room. I rushed downstairs to the living room, and shouted out to my parents, but...there was no answer. I went through every room in the house, but there was no sign of them anywhere. And I remember being so confused, but I didn't think anything would be wrong, so...I turned on the news to see if they had any information...and the first thing I saw was a p-picture of my p-parents...and I heard the newslady say...s-say..." Jackieboy Man let out a sob and began to shake, constantly wiping his eyes. He knew he had to continue, because he came this far, but the memories were just so painful to recall.

"T-There was a s-shootout a-at the house m-my parents went to...and o-one of the guys they were f-fighting set the house ablaze...a-as a last resort...and t-there were...no survivors, a-and everyone was d-dead by the time reinforcements got there."

"Jesus..." Marvin quietly whispered, hand covering his mouth in shock.

"Shortly after I heard the news, the doorbell rang. Usually, I don't open the door for strangers b-but I figured it was police or s-something so I opened it. But...it was my grandma who came to tell me the news...but she saw my face covered in tears and heard the news channel playing in the background and...well, we both just hugged each other and cried... After that...she helped me pack my stuff and I w-went to go live with her until I grew up. That day, I had decided that I wouldn't let any more innocent people die, not as long as I could do something about it. But...I kind of failed at keeping that promise, haven't I...?"

Jackieboy Man let out a weak chuckle speaking that last sentence. He paused to mull on that thought for a bit before letting out a shaky sigh.

"Well...at least you know about my parents now. I'm sorry I haven't told you sooner, just...it's too painful." The other three egos were too busy wiping their eyes and sniffling to respond verbally (Marvin having removed his mask at this point and Schneep, his glasses), so all they could do was nod in reply, but they all understood how the hero felt, and his reasons for withholding information on his family.

"But, you all understand, don't you?" Jackieboy Man continued. "Why I take it so harshly when someone dies on my watch? It's because I try so hard to keep everyone safe, but I just...I feel like I'm not good enough at my job. So many people have died, and to me that sticks more in my head than all those people that I've saved. And I can't escape that failure, even here at home. I mean, do you guys remember how heartbroken I was when I found out Chase tried to kill himself? Or when we found out what Marvin was going through, how he was cutting and never told anyone? Or how about all those times Anti attacked us, and how Jack and Schneep were in need of our help? Even then, I was completely useless in all those situations. I wasn't able to help anyone when they needed me most, not even my friends. What good even am I if I can't save my own friends?!"

Jackieboy Man paused again, wiping away angry tears before continuing.

"This failure, it follows me everywhere, and I just feel like giving up. I don't deserve to have this job if I can't do it correctly. I..." Jackieboy man took a shuddering breath. "I don't deserve to be you guys' friends if I can't be there when you all need me. I don't deserve to be here at all..."

Marvin, Chase, and Schneeplestein all looked at each other with concerned expressions, then back at Jackieboy Man, who had openly begun to sob again.

"I...I don't want to do this anymore...I don't think I can...You all would be better off without me. I'm no use to you all anyways..."

Immediately, the three ego's faces went from a look of concern to a look of fear.

"Jackie, no! Don't say that! We need you!" Marvin cried out. "You're our family! You're so much more to us than your "usefulness", whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean. We care about you! We love you, Jackie! You bring so much light into our lives. It wouldn't be the same without you here!" Marvin exclaimed. He would do anything, say anything, if it meant he could keep his friend alive. He couldn't lose Jackie, he just couldn't. Marvin has strong relationships with each of the egos, but he's closest with Jackieboy Man. He's the closest thing to a brother he will ever have. If he loses Jackie...a huge part of his world would be gone.

"Jackieboy...bro..." Chase spoke next, slowly. "Offing yourself...it isn't worth it. Trust me, I would know. I know how your past affects you, I get that one-hundred percent. But we just...have to take those experiences and learn from them. We can't move on until we've done that. Just...please don't do this..." Chase spoke solely from experience. He would hate to see Jackieboy Man go down the same path he did. In a moment of mental instability, he knew best that Jackie's judgement would be clouded. So, more than anything, he wanted to be there and support him, to prevent him from making any rash decisions. As someone who understands, he wanted to let Jackie know that he wasn't alone. All he could do was hope that his advice would be enough.

"Jackie...come to my office. Ve need to talk." Schneep said, going into doctor mode. This was serious, now, much more than a case of "hero with a tragic backstory". This was, quite literally, life or death. And Schneep wasn't about to lose Jackie the same way he almost lost Chase. He already had a scare with Marvin, he didn't want Jackie to deal with this alone, either. Schneep wouldn't let him do that.

"O-Okay..." Jackieboy Man responded weakly. Shakily, he stood with the help of the three egos, and turned to Schneep, who nodded towards the hallway. Jackie nodded, and followed Schneep into his room, sitting down on his bed. Admittedly, this isn't the first time he's been in here. Dr. Schneeplestein is always healing his wounds from fighting crime, just like he heals Marvin's wounds from magic, or Chase’s injuries (but he's just really clumsy). Though, Jackieboy hasn't been for a checkup with Schneep for anything like this, so he didn't know what to expect.

"Now...I vant you to tell me everyzhing. Don't hold anyzhing back. I need to know vhat's going on, so I can help you." Schneep informed. He was hiding it, but deep down he was terrified. Nonetheless, he put on a brave face. He had to, to keep Jackie from withholding anything from him, because he wants to spare his friend's feelings. Schneep needed to stay calm.

"Well, besides the stuff I said to Marvin when I came home earlier, and the stuff you heard when you got in, there's nothing more I can really say..." the hero shrugged.

"Vhat did you say to Marvin?"

"Well..." Jackieboy went on to explain the small argument they had, and his eventual outburst, where he punched the wall. Schneep nodded at that part, understanding now where that indent in the wall came from. He listened to the hero intently, taking down notes as he spoke.

Jackie just let out a sigh when he finished talking, too exhausted to cry anymore. He just felt empty, numb, and tired.

"Jackie, first zhing tomorrow morning I am taking you to zhe hospital. You need to be monitored. I vould do it, but I specialize in surgery. I'd be of no immediate help. Zhe doctors in zhe psychiatric vard vould be better at monitoring you and keeping you safe." The doctor spoke calmly, though his mind was frantic with worry. "If you need anyzhing in zhe middle of zhe night, or feel unsafe, come to me immediately. I'll call an ambulance for you."

Jackie nodded, and stood up. Immediately upon standing, he was pulled into a tight hug by the doctor. Schneep then whispered into Jackieboy's ear.

"Please stay safe, buddy. Zhis world needs you. Ve need you." All Jackieboy Man could do was nod in response. Eventually, the doctor let go, and Jackieboy went back to his room. With every step, he felt guiltier and guiltier. He didn't tell Schneep everything. He just didn't see the point of doing so. He felt awful about it, but he figured that, before long, it wouldn't matter anyway. He didn't speak much towards the end of the check-up with Schneep, because he refused to make a promise he couldn't keep. He didn't want to lie, but in the end he was kind of doing that anyway. Jackie shrugged off the thought with a quiet sigh, and stepped into his room, closing the door behind him.

All he had to do was wait a few hours, and soon he'd be gone.

No more pain.

No more disappointing others.

No more lives lost because of his inability to do things right. After all, with all the blood on his hands already, what's one more life?

All he had to do was wait for the other egos to go to sleep. It wouldn't be much longer now…

**********

The hours came and went, and it didn't feel like long before Jackie was certain everyone was asleep. Slowly, trying not to make too much noise, he crept out of his bed, and pulled out the chair from his desk. He then walked to his closet, opening the door slowly as to prevent it from creaking. Just then, as the door opened, some stuff on a shelf that was leaning against the door fell with a clatter, and the hero cringed at the noise.

“Shit.” he whispered. He waited a moment, listening out for any footsteps, or the opening of a door down the hall, but after a minute or two he heard nothing. So, he continued what he was doing.

He carefully rummaged through the back of his closet until he found what he was looking for: a rope, once used to keep a box shut at some point when he moved in here with the egos some time ago. He kept it in case he needed it on a mission or something, though he never thought it would be used like this. Jackie pushed the thought from his mind, and refocused himself back to his final task.

He tied the rope on one end to make a noose, and stood on the chair he pulled out, tying the other end to a beam in the ceiling. Finally, he put his head through, and a sad smile appeared on his face.

"Goodbye, everyone..." he whispered. He was about to kick the chair out from under him, when suddenly his bedroom door opened. Marvin.

"Jackie...?" The sleepy magician yawned, rubbing his eyes, which were still half-closed. "I heard a noise and came to see if you were..." As he stopped rubbing his eyes and opened them, a look of extreme panic and fear spread across his face.

"JACKIE! NO!! DON'T DO THIS. PLEASE DON'T DO THIS. GET DOWN FROM THERE!" Marvin screeched, hands in his hair as he stood in the doorway, absolutely horrified.

Jackie could only look down at Marvin with wide eyes and a distressed expression. He couldn't move. He was frozen, petrified.

"JACKIE. PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU, GET DOWN! WE NEED YOU!" Marvin's legs felt like they were going to give out from under him. He could barely breathe, his heart was racing so fast. He didn't even bother to wipe the tears streaming down his face.

The broken hero continued to stand upon the chair, unmoving. He didn't know what to do at this point. He couldn't even speak.

"Don’t move, I'm getting help!" Marvin informed, then dashed down the hall. "SCHNEEP! WAKE UP! HELP!!" He yelled. He reached the doctor's door and banged on it frantically.

Chase then emerged from his room, slightly panicked and very confused.

"What the flying fuck is..." He walked down the hall, and glanced in Jackie's room. His heart stopped.

"SHIT. JACKIE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! TAKE THE ROPE OFF YOUR NECK AND GET OFF THAT CHAIR!" Chase yelled out, trying his best to stay calm and visibly failing at it.

Jackie was still frozen in place, the rope around his neck. Fearful tears stung his eyes, and his entire body trembled. Half of his brain was telling him that he was so close. He just needed to kick the chair, and it would be done. But the other half was yelling at him, saying that he was scaring his family, that he shouldn't just up and leave them. That it would be foolish to hurt them that way. He didn't know which voice to listen to. At this point, all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry.

Marvin and Schneep came running back into Jackie's room then, and the doctor nearly broke down upon seeing Jackie standing there, up on that chair with the rope around his throat. With an unstable voice, the doctor spoke.

"J-Jackieboy Man. Down. N-Now." He commanded.

The hero fought every urge to just kick the chair from under him and be done with it, knowing how cruel that would be. With shaky hands, he pulled the rope off his neck, and unsteadily tried to step off the chair. He collapsed then, and both Marvin and Chase reached out to catch him. The three of them all began to cry in each other's arms. Schneep, however, had briskly left the room, going to his own room to grab his cell phone to call an ambulance.

After the doctor was notified the ambulance was on its way, Schneep rushed back to Jackieboy Man's room, and immediately pulled the hero into a tight hug, breaking down into tears.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, Jackie...I tried my best, b-but...it vasn't enough, it seems...I'm sorry I c-couldn't do more to help you...I'm sorry you felt like zhat vas your only option..." Schneeplestein sobbed into Jackie's shoulder. Jackieboy Man, also sobbing, shook his head.

"N-No, it's...it's not your fault, I...I'm sorry for not telling you everything...or going to you first l-like you told me to." he said, apologetically. He felt absolutely horrible about this whole thing. He wished now that he hadn't even tried.

"Ve're...ve're going to get you help, okay buddy?" Schneep said then, rubbing Jackie's back. The hero bit his lip and nodded in response. Chase and Marvin joined in for a emotional group hug, and they all stood there until they could hear the sirens blaring outside. When they got outside to the ambulance, the egos all insisted on accompanying Jackie to the hospital. As the four of them rode together in the ambulance, Dr. Schneeplestein, Marvin, and Chase all shared a silent sense of relief.

They were not about to lose their hero. Not this night.

#suicide tw #jacksepticeye #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #dr. schneeplestein #chase brody #this was like 9 fucking pages holy shit #vio stormcaller

26 notes · View notes

jade4813 · 6 years

Note

Hi, Jade! I remember watching Smallville but not really being in fandom and being in tune with how people received characters. I also remember you speaking about fandom during Smallville and how they treated Lois Lane. How vitriolic was the audience, especially the fan girls, when she arrived? How was it when she came back and started having more of a role in Clark’s everyday? What excuses would they use to negate Clois? And how you you compare the treat of Clois/Lois with Westallen/Iris.

I pulled out my computer for this one because DO I HAVE THINGS TO TELL YOU.

I’m going to go ahead and put a cut here. I’ve written all of two sentences and I just KNOW this is gonna be long.

Okay, so. I wasn’t actually involved in fandom when Lois first joined the show. (And yea, but those were happy days, full of innocence and faith in humanity.) But I UNDERSTAND that things were...generally fine for those first few episodes. If she got any hate, it wasn’t much. By comparison, if nothing else. Mind you, it was known that they had only gotten the rights to use her for a few episodes, so it seemed unlikely she would be around after that. She wasn’t really a threat to any ship at that point. I mean, sure she would be. In the post-Smallvillian future. But if she only ever had those three episodes, then the rest of the show could run its course and whatever ship the show did could happen and the post-Smallvillian breakup could remain largely theoretical. Or to be left to the imagination even! It’s fine!

But then. Oh my god. Then.

Then it was announced Lois would be around for more episodes. (13 with an option for more! An option they not only never used but they didn’t even always give her the episodes she was paid to do!)

At first, I think there was tension between Clana and Clois shippers. I feel like that started from the jump. And I suppose that makes sense. Chlark fans and Clois fans got along at first. Well, Chloe and Lois were cousins, so that might have helped. And also, it was no secret that there were restrictions that prevented anything romantic happening between Clois. So Clois wasn’t a threat to Chlark. At that time (season 4), even for Clois fans, Chlark seemed more likely to happen than Clois. (Really, Clois fans genuinely were as shocked as anyone that we were actually getting our ship developed in S8. We’d been told for years it wasn’t going to happen. That Lois would be, direct quote, “out in the cold.”)

But Clana fans and Clois fans didn’t really get along. Which...if you think about it...even if you knew that Clois wasn’t going to happen on the show, TPTB did still say that was Clark’s future. That when Smallville ended, it would be at the beginning of the story we all know - Lois and all. So even if Clana lasted the whole show, TPTB were basically admitting that Clana wouldn’t get the happy ending they so longed to get. Clois would. Whether or not we’d see it on screen. That fate was reserved for Clois.

One might ask why this didn’t bother Chlark fans at that time. I think - again - they knew that in S4 there was more chance of Chlark happening than Clois. Not a GREAT chance, given TPTB obsession with Clana. But comparatively better. In that Clois had absolutely zero chance. Even in a dream sequence. So whatever threat we might pose EVENTUALLY, we weren’t the biggest problem for them at that time. Their biggest problem was that the show runners made it very clear that Clana was their jam, and that didn’t seem likely to change.

So, S4 was...comparatively...pretty smooth sailing for Chlark and Clois fans. At one point, we even did art/fic exchanges for each other. Things with the Clana fandom were...less great. They even started the whole Rock The Mythos campaign (I think that year) - they petitioned DC to break up the marriage in the comics and put Clana together. (And, frankly, there are those who believe that it got more traction than it should have done. I think Didio at the time disliked Clois, and I remember reading that he green lit the story where Lana put her panties in Superman’s bed - and Lois was written as an unreasonable bitch - to set up the end of Clois. It didn’t go over well, so DC abandoned that idea and that arc ended. Now, I would have to go back and compare dates to see if there really was a correlation between one and the other. But I BEG you not to do that to me. For obvious reasons, I’m not a fan of that arc.

... Oh, god. I had to do it. I had to know. The panties thing happened in Action Comics #822. Published February 2005. Smallville’s “Crusade” introducing Lois aired September 22, 2004. So, depending how long it takes for comics to get through the editorial process...it is possible the two are linked. Just saying.)

ANYWAY. SO THERE WAS TENSION THERE. Obviously, Clois fans didn’t take well to the Rock the Mythos campaign. Clana fans didn’t like that they were told Clois would get their happy ending. And Chlarkers and Cloisers got along...all right...because the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Right?

But then. Lois continued to stick around. She continued to have scenes with Clark. Scenes that kind of hinted to their future. And...those restrictions? The ones that made it a better bet Chlark would happen than Clois? Those seemed to disappear. At that point? The shit hit the fan.

Clana fans hated Clois fans. Clois fans weren’t too keen on Clana fans, not generally thinking the ship was written terribly well. Chlark fans hated Clois fans. After all, Clois fans would get the happy ending they “deserved.” What was more, it seemed at least possible that they would get something on the show. They at least got those hints that they WOULD BE together, while Chlark had no such promises. So Chlark fans started tearing down Lois, which obviously didn’t make the Clois fans happy. Chaos reigned.

By season 5, any tentative truce that had ever existed was GONE. Chlark fans came up with the Chlois theory - the theory that Lois Lane on Smallville wasn’t the “real” Lois Lane. She wasn’t Iconic Lois Lane. She was...a placeholder. Chloe was the REAL Lois Lane. And at some point (they hoped soon), Lois would die and Chloe would take her “rightful place” in the mythos.

They made arguments like...the fact that Lois didn’t start off as a reporter meant she could never be one and would never be worthy of being one. The fact that she didn’t go to college meant she was too dumb to deserve her iconic story. The fact she wasn’t a virgin meant she was a whore. (They called her Hois. And Nois. And the town bicycle.) The fact she was shown drinking alcohol once meant she was an alcoholic. She was a bimbo. A tramp. A bitch. Emotionally abusive! Toxic! Bringing down the show! Propped up to be more important than she should be, and taking attention away from the “Core Four” (the original OTF/A/etc.)! REAL Lois Lane would never put her life on the line for a story! That’s dumb and reckless! REAL Lois Lane would be more cautious! (Srsly? Have they read a comic?) She was just stealing the storyline and focus that should have been Chloe’s!

As an aside...do any of the above statements sound oddly familiar? Like things Westallen fans hear all the time about Iris? At least Lois didn’t have the incest argument.

At the time it started, I still loved Chloe. But the more I had to argue against the idiots who would tear Lois down and prop Chloe up for the same stuff, the more I nitpicked Chloe’s behavior, characterization, etc. to point out they were being dumbasses. And my enjoyment of the character took a hit. (To be fair, I think I would have come to hate her regardless. But it certainly got that ball rolling.)

They called for Lois to be written off the show. Killed off. Some told ED to her face that they hated her character and she should die so _________ could end up with Clark. Hell, shortly after getting the job, ED went online to see what people said about her. And apparently what she read was bad enough that she admitted in interviews that she avoided the internet as a whole for YEARS after.

Of course, the comments weren’t just made about Lois. They were made against Durance, too. Death threats. Saying she got her job via the casting couch. That she was a whore. All those lovely things.

And all of it got WORSE as Lois was around more. Particularly after Chlark didn’t happen post-Vessel kiss. And when Chloe started dating Jimmy. And when Clark and Lana lived together but weren’t shown in those lovey-dovey scenes their fans wanted. And when things like Red K Clark hit on Lois.

Theories abounded about how Lois was going to be killed off. Some truly awful fanfic was written. Some deplorable fanart was made. And on the biggest fansite at the time, it didn’t help that the site runner was initially against Lois (calling her “grandma” in a caption under a promo photo - that was another thing they said about her. That she looked like an old lady). Whether he was genuinely a Chlark fan or whether he knew that the biggest portion of fans on his site from the beginning to Lois’s entrance were Chlark fans and thus he was in their corner, I don’t know. But a disproportionate number of mods were Chlark/Chlois fans in that day, and I distinctly remember coming across a LiveJournal discussion amongst them in which they made a list of prominent and/or vocal Clois fans on the site, with the stated intention to target them and get them banned. (My name was on the list.)

Eventually, the site runner met Durance and she was nice to him. He told me that he met Mack and she was less nice to him. Whether or not that’s true, I don’t know and I don’t care, really. The point was, he all of a sudden became much more friendly to Lois and Lois fans. A few Clois fans even became mods. It became slightly better - in that I was warned a few times by said Clois fans “please please please be careful what you say because my fellow mods want to ban you and we aren’t right now, but if you get another warning, they’re going to do it.” (To which I say “okay, cool. If the Clois threads are supposed to be for Clois supporters only, tell the shitty Chlark fan who keeps posting fanart of Lois and Chloe’s servant and other anti-Clois art to stay the fuck out of the thread.”)

It was ugly. TWOP was a fucking cesspool. You have no idea. I went there once and there were 100 pages bashing Lois to every 1 praising Chloe. It was vile. But because there really weren’t that many places to go - KSite, TWOP, and DI (our private Clois message board which has a special place in my heart always) - it was hard to avoid the worst of fandom.

So as far as the comparison of Clois/Westallen treatment? In many, many ways, it’s very similar. With the exception of the “incest” argument, I haven’t heard many arguments against Westallen that I didn’t hear against Clois. It was boring. It was predictable. She didn’t deserve him. He and Chloe belonged together because they were similar. He needed Chloe/Lana; he didn’t need Lois. Blah blah blah.

That said, Iris does also get a lot of racist attacks, which Lois obviously never got. That adds a whole new dimension to the hate - sent about the character and to the actor.

Clois did have the Chlois theorists. Who are still some of the worst people I’ve ever encountered online. As far as I know, SB fans have skirted that level of theorizing, but they’ve never gone all in like they did in Smallville. I mean, there are some WACKY FREAKING THEORIES out there. But I have yet to see the wholehearted commitment to the internal CERTAINTY of a Chlois-like theory in the works. (Once the show ended, I still saw theorists SWEARING that had been the original plan of AlMiles and would have happened if they hadn’t left the show. Like AlMiles would have had any other ending but Clana and a hint of Clois, if they had ANY say in the matter. And if they didn’t, it would have been because their bosses wanted Clois. As they ended up pushing for, actually.)

I could probably come up with more if you want. But this has gotten long and I might have scared you off already! Does this help answer your question, though?

14 notes · View notes