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Oversight
This is Part 3 of the Magnetic Attraction series. 
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Content Warnings: Fantastic Racism, Internalized Homophobia, Suggestive Content, Mild Language, Canon-Typical Violence.
Summary: Rev receives some friendly advice from Tech after a mistake of his is brought to attention. Desperate to prove that he took Tech's words to heart, he seeks the aid of his other friends to improve himself before the evening is over.
Unfortunately, he missed the most crucial piece of advice that Tech tried to convey.
Word Count: 27,277
Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (Link to Chapter on Ao3)
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Chapter 1
Word Count: 3598
Notes: This is part 3 of the Magnetic Attraction series. If you haven’t read the previous parts you will probably be confused. Feel free to skip the rest of these notes if you don’t care about the content warnings. 
(Continued under the cut)
Content warnings are similar to the previous fics, with the same themes of racism and internalized homophobia. As for new warnings: 
You might have noticed this fic is rated “T” rather than “G”. That’s mostly due to some suggestive humor, and 90% of it is contained in chapter 2. Basically, I joke about the sexualized nature of modern pop music. A character also says a mild swear and there are allusions to blood (that’s not actual blood) in chapter 4. 
There is a comment in the third chapter that is mildly transphobic. Honestly, I don’t even know if “transphobic” is entirely the right word. A well meaning character (you can guess who) voices some bad assumptions. I’m trans myself and I’ve dealt with well meaning people saying worse. Compared to literally everything else in the fic it feels pretty minor. 
Lastly… I don’t know if this deserves a warning, but I hope you’re prepared for various characters to make some dumb decisions. 
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to give me comments and/or criticisms.
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“Oh wow! Three apples! Can all of you count to three? Let’s do it together!”
Tap.
“Tengo que confesar. ¡Estoy enamorado de tu prima! Eres maravilloso, pero él puede correr tan rápido…”
Tap.
“Are those lions, tigers, and bears you see? Of course they are! Because this is channel 4 news, and this is our annual conservation special!” 
Tap.
“That’s right folks; This entire evening is dedicated to the zoos of Blanc and all the wonderful creatures contained within.”
Tap. Tap. 
“So get cozy, because you won’t want to miss all the amazing animals and the stories behind bringing them back from the brink!” 
Tap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptap. “UGH! What the heck?!” 
Duck mashed the channel up button a few more times before tossing the remote onto the coffee table. 
Ace glanced over his book, otherwise not moving from his casual position on the opposite lounge sofa. “The batteries probably died.” 
“I know that the batteries probably died. I’m not an idiot.” Duck crossed his arms. “But now what?! I don’t wanna be stuck watching some stupid news channel.”
“You wouldn’t mind if we were still in Acmetropolis.” 
“Will you ever stop bringing that up!?” 
Ace shrugged. “If you don’t wanna watch the news then just get up and change the channel on the TV.” 
“Absolutely not! I’m not walking all the way over there!” 
“It’s like ten feet. Also, you can teleport.” 
“The buttons on the TV have a delay.” 
“So does the remote.” 
“I’m not going to get up and use the TV buttons like a loser.” 
“Well, there are plenty of other TVs in HQ. Just go find one with a working remote and watch TV there.” 
“But-! Uh…” Duck hummed, looking away. “The uh… lighting is better here. Yeah. I don’t want to go where there’s not… good lighting.” 
“I guess the sunset does look pretty nice with all the big fancy windows. That still means you’re out of luck, though.”
“Don’t remind me.” 
Ace went back to reading his book while Duck sat cross armed and frowned petulantly at the TV. 
“What you see here is the Tiger Terrace Zoo, home of the best captive breeding program in all of Blanc. Thanks to the efforts of all the wonderful staff, the incredible Blanc tiger climbed from extinct in the wild, all the way up to endangered!”
“Bor-ing. Who cares about the stupid tigers? They just chase things half the day and sleep the rest! What are they even useful for? Nothing. That’s what.” 
Duck looked over to Ace, who wasn’t paying attention.
“Ughhhh.” 
“…”
“Ughhhhhhhhhhh!” 
“…”
“UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“…”
“Fine! I’ll just get Tech to give me some new batteries!” 
Ace poked his head up. “Actually, I think I remember Lexi buying some the-” 
But Duck warped away before he could finish. 
“Oh, well, nevermind I guess.” 
Duck appeared near instantly in front of the lab door and began pounding on it. 
“Tech! You in there? Open up and give me some batteries!” He continued pounding on the door for a few moments. “Hello?!” 
A few seconds later, he crossed his arms.
“I’m coming in!” he announced, deciding to warp inside. “YEEEOUCH!!!” And immediately he warped back in front of the door.
“What the-! Oh right. The security thingamajig. Ugh. How am I supposed to find Tech?” 
The sound of metallic equipment clanking against itself toward the entrance got his attention.
“Bingo,” he said, teleporting over. 
Suddenly he was in front of the main elevator, pointing triumphantly and shouting, “aha!” However, his celebration was a little premature. 
“Uhhh, hi Duck,” Lexi greeted with mild confusion. 
“Hello,” Slam greeted as well. 
“Dang it!” he exclaimed. Then, his eyes trailed down to the things they were carrying. “Uh, what’s that?”
“Hurdles, balance bars… Just some gymnastic equipment to get our blood pumping!” 
Slam nodded enthusiastically. 
“Eugh. Isn’t it too hot outside for exercise?”
“Oh, we actually set everything up inside. The 2B storage room has loads of space. Nothing in there but an old refrigerator and a few floor fans. As a nice bonus, it’s a little harder to hear the rest of HQ while I’m in there too.”
“But isn’t the door busted?” 
“Just the opening mechanism,” she explained. “Slam’s strong enough to pull it open himself, even if the steel is a little slippery for him to grab onto.” 
Slam shrugged.
“Hm.” Then Duck jolted, his mind getting back on track. “Wait, have you seen Tech around?” 
“Not recently. I think he hasn’t left the lab much since last week. Probably caught up in a project or something.” 
“Just great. His security system stops me from quacking in and he won’t answer the door.” 
“Why do you need to see him?”
“The TV remote died and I need new batteries, and with Tech being a nerd he’s bound to have some.” 
Lexi perked up. “Oh, actually I-” 
“Wait! I bet he’d open the door for Rev! I just gotta find him, and he’ll get Tech to lend me some batteries.” 
“If you would-!” 
And Duck teleported away. 
Lexi and Slam looked at each other and shrugged, before continuing on. 
At Rev’s bedroom door, Duck began pounding on it similarly to how he did in front of the lab. 
“Rev?! You in there?!” 
“Oh! Yeah. The security is off and the door is open but give me a sec to-”
Upon opening the door anyway, “AHH!” a mountain of papers fell out and completely buried Duck. 
In a flash Rev was by the door. “…clean up.” 
Duck popped his head out of the pile and glared at him. 
Rev chuckled sheepishly. “Honestly I tried to warn you and considering how fast I talk I’m surprised you didn’t manage to hear my entire warning before opening the door.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” Duck wrestled his arms free of what was apparently a post-it note pile and picked one up. “What were you even doing? You’ve hardly been around for the past week.”
“Oh uh, just some research.”
Duck squinted at the chicken scratch covering the note. “Public opponents of the 1989 ICZN Opinion 1567 ruling regarding Case 2607,” he squinted harder, “-the moving of Canis latrans sapiens to Latrans sapiens under family… can-did-ay,” he tilted his head concernedly, “rudely wore shirts depicting a coyote with stink lines in protest.” Duck looked up and grimaced at Rev. “…What the heck kind of research is this?” 
“Um, well, you know…” Rev quickly swooped over and gathered the pile of post-its in a big bunch before shoving them in a corner of his room. 
Duck got up and brushed himself off, then followed Rev inside. “I really don’t. That paper was covered in weird nerd stuff.” 
Rev chuckled nervously. “You see, I recently realized that some of my views and behaviors regarding Tech were… not fair, so I made a small effort to remedy that.” 
The incredulous frown on Duck’s face grew as he failed to find a single space in Rev’s room that wasn’t plastered with colorful notes. Actually, no. Duck quickly spied a framed photo on Rev’s nightstand with Tech not so subtly left visible in it. But besides that, there was a nauseating amount of colorful papers absolutely everywhere. “‘Small’?”  
“I… wanted to be thorough.” 
When his eyes returned to Rev, he noticed a few dozen notes covering him as well. “Have you tried not being stupid?” 
Rev huffed. “This is me trying not to be stupid.” 
“Well, hopefully you’ve at least figured out that Tech didn’t want to eat you, then.” 
Coughing awkwardly, Rev looked away. “How… do you know about that?” 
“Lexi told me you came flying past her screaming about it.” 
“Oh… I… guess I should’ve asked her not to say anything…” he cleared his throat. “But uh, yes. I do know that Tech wasn’t trying to eat me.” 
“Great. And since we’re already talking about Tech, can you get me into the lab so I can talk to him?” 
“I can see if he’ll let us in. But what do you need to see him for?” 
“I need some new batteries.”
“Oh! I have some batteries!” Rev ran to his desk and pulled open a drawer, inadvertently flinging some post-its into the air. “I’ve got Double A, Quadruple A, A Twenty-Three, C Cell, D Cell, Nine Volt-”
“REV!”
He stopped his rummaging. “Yeah?” 
“Any Triple A?” 
Rev glanced back into the drawer for a moment. “Oh, uh, no.” 
“Then can you open the lab already?!” 
“Sure. I’ll meet you there.” 
In an instant, Rev was gone. Duck soon followed. 
When he appeared directly in front of the door, Rev was off to the side speaking through the intercom. 
“Are you sure, Tech? You kinda sound like you don’t want me or especially Duck to come in.”
“It’s… fine. Just open the door.” 
Rev inputted some kind of overly elaborate code onto the keypad and the door slid open. 
“WAH!” And Duck was buried in papers again. He warped upward and landed on top of the paper pile. “Geez Tech!” came Duck’s scolding as Tech walked closer. “Have you ever heard of a folder?” 
“Yes. But I’ve also heard of staples.” And like that, Tech used his power to yank all of the papers out from under him, landing Duck straight onto his butt.
“OOF!” Getting back onto his feet and brushing himself off, Duck scowled. “Any reason you had a pile of paper precariously placed right at the door?”
“Genuine mistake,” Tech stated through a smirk before walking his paper tower further into the lab.
“Whatever,” Duck huffed, following him inside with Rev shortly behind. “The TV remote’s dead. I need Triple A batteries for it.”
“Alright. Hand me the ones in the remote.”
“Okay.” Duck teleported.
“YEEOUCH!” 
And immediately he was right back where he teleported from. 
“You didn’t turn off the security thingy?!”
“It takes a while to shut off, so I didn’t bother. Sorry that I forgot to mention it,” Tech said with faux innocence. 
“You’re despicable.” Duck sharply turned and walked out of the lab’s door, before teleporting away properly this time. 
Rev brought his attention to Tech. 
“Something happen between you two?” 
“Not really. I’m still mad about something he said last week… even though I probably shouldn’t be by now.”
“What’d he say?”
“Eh, it’d take too long to explain. Long story short, he gave me some dumb advice I’d never use in my right mind.”
“Well that definitely sounds like something he’d do.”
Duck appeared at the doorway again and stomped inside. “Here’s the batteries,” he said, practically shoving them into Tech’s hands. “Now, give me some new ones.”
“I don’t have any.” 
“WHAT?!” 
“I used the last of the ones I had a while ago. You’ll just have to wait for these ones to recharge.” With that, Tech walked over and set them into the battery charger on his desk. 
“How long will that take?!” 
“A few hours, at least.” 
“You can’t be serious?! How am I supposed to go without the remote for that long?!” 
Rev stuck up his pointer finger triumphantly. “Actually! You know what? I just remembered; While I was grabbing a quick snack the other day I think I overheard Lexi talking about-” 
“Would you quit yackin? Some people have real problems to deal with.” Duck groaned, stomping back to the door. “I guess I’ll have to find some batteries myself! You literal and not-literal love birds enjoy your freaky nerd nests; I’ve got some battery hunting to do.” 
“We’re not-!” And Duck was gone before Rev could finish. 
Tech crossed his arms. “You know, he’s just trying to get under your skin.” 
“But-! He can’t just… keep saying stuff like that!” 
“Just ignore him. Don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking you’re actually listening.” 
“I… Yeah. You’re right…”
Tech looked around his lab, papers in towers all around. “I guess this would qualify as a ‘nerd nest’,” he said. “Duck made it sound like you had one too?” 
“Yeah. I’ve been doing some research on-” Rev’s words got caught in his throat. “Uh, stuff.” 
“‘Stuff’?”
“Y-Yeah. Just… nothing weird or… I don’t know.” 
“Mmm.” 
Tech took a few steps closer, and Rev held his breath. 
Then Tech snagged a post-it caught up Rev’s crest and brought it into his vision. 
“H-Hey!” 
“You said it was nothing weird, right?” 
“I-I did, but-” 
“Then why can’t I see what you’ve been up to?” 
“I… well… I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel entirely right… but as far as I can figure out it’s okay…” 
Tech raised the note into his view, reading it aloud. “In a 2165 speech, the governor of New New Jersey was quoted saying that coyotes were cunning and untrustworthy, contributing to the spread of these stereotypes.” His gaze returned to Rev, giving him an expression of mild concern. “This is what you’ve been doing for the past week?” 
“Well not entirely. I mean I did spend a bit of time on it as I wanted to be thorough but I did have to eat and sleep and…” Rev cowered. “Did I screw up?” 
Tech handed Rev back the note. “Doing some research is a good idea, but if your room is looking anything like it does in here, you might’ve gone overboard.” 
“Um…” Rev looked around, avoiding eye contact. “Anyway, what have you been up to? You said you were working on something but you’ve been pretty quiet about it all week.”
Tech sighed, deciding to ignore Rev’s sidestep for now. “Well…” His ears drooped. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but nothing's come of it so far. When you asked to come in I figured that… I couldn’t keep you out forever…”
Rev stepped over to one of the stacks of paper and took a stapled group off the top, scanning through. “Oh!” Rev perked up with a bright smile. “You’re experimenting with your potential electromagnetic abilities!” Slowly, his smile dropped. “But… you said nothing’s come of it?” 
“Yeah… I haven’t managed to generate a single watt, let alone a circuit frying EMP.” Tech turned away, sighing wearily. “It should have been so easy. Magnetism and electricity are intrinsically linked, and I used both so effortlessly just last week. Yet… stacks documentation and experiments later… and I think I’ve lost all hope of figuring it out…” 
“Aw, I’m sure you can do it eventually! Maybe you just need to come at it from a different angle.” 
“Different angle?” 
“Sure! How’ve you been trying to create electromagnetic energy so far?” 
“Well…” Tech motioned Rev to his main work table, which had a few stacks of paper and a simple energy monitor attached to some loose wires on it. “I know that, mechanically, all that I should have to do is rapidly oscillate my magnetic fields near some conductive material to generate electricity, so I hooked up some wires to an energy monitor and tried to do just that. If I managed to generate even a single watt, I’d be able to see it. So far though… no luck.” 
“Hmm…” Rev leaned down and tilted his head, looking at the simplistic set up. “This kinda seems like a cold and mechanical way of figuring things out.” He straightened up and turned back to Tech. “What about the emotional part? Didn’t you say you’d figure out what you were feeling when you produced the EMPs and try to replicate the circumstances?” 
“I’m… still not entirely sure what specific emotion correlated to producing the EMPs, or if that correlation even exists or matters at all.” Sighing, he wiped his face. “Nevertheless… I have tried inducing various emotions through different means, but the longer I continued, the more the utter failure of these experiments got to me and possibly influenced the results…” 
“Maybe you should try something else like- Oh!” Rev rushed out of sight, then came back with a simple LED lightbulb. “It’ll take very little energy to get this to light up, and when it does, you’ll have a quick and easy indicator that you’re on the right track!”
Taking the lightbulb offered to him, Tech turned it in his hands with an unsure expression. “Even if LEDs are more efficient than other bulbs, it’ll still take more energy to produce results than creating a current through the energy monitor.”
“That’s true, but a lightbulb is easier to carry around, and getting out of the lab might help things feel a little less stagnate.” Rev stepped around and started ushering Tech to the door. “And I don’t know about you, but I would have never learned about the full potential of my powers if nothing changed. Running faster, sure; I already run everywhere. But flying? That was entirely different territory. I looked into the sky and wondered if I could, and after many failed jumps, it wasn’t until I stopped thinking about the ground that I finally took off.” 
After a moment to hum in thought, Tech shrugged. “I did only discover my powers when I wasn’t thinking about them. Mostly because I had no idea I even had them. Maybe a short break will help me clear my mind a bit.” 
“That’s a great idea!” They stepped out of the lab and the door automatically locked behind them. “Once you’ve cleared your head a little I just know you’ll figure everything out! Maybe I can even throw you a party once you do! Complete with nice clothes and everything. But, since it’s been like a week since you’ve left the lab, before all that you could probably use a good meal and-” Rev sniffed the air and gagged, “uh, maybe a shower.” 
Nodding with a shrug, Tech continued forward a few steps before noticing that Rev had gone entirely still. He turned to him in curiosity and was met with a mortified expression. 
“Uh-”
“I’m really sorry if that was mean or uncalled for! I wasn’t even really thinking about what I said and then it came out and I don’t know why it even did because I’d never mean to-”
“Rev-”
“-hurt you even a little because I’m supposed to be your best friend but I should’ve known better and-”
“Rev!” Tech shot his hand out toward Rev’s beak, but stopped himself before actually grabbing it. Thankfully, the movement was enough to get Rev’s attention, cutting his rant short. 
“I’m… sorry…” Rev summarized quietly.
Tech crossed his arms. “Well, I’d like to know what for, because I’m entirely lost.”
“Wait you don’t even-” Rev paused. “Uh, maybe it’d be better if I didn’t elaborate…”
“After how much you just freaked out? No. I really think you should explain yourself.” 
“Oh…” Rev rubbed his arm, his eyes locked on the floor. “Well, there were quite a few records of people assuming that coyotes smelled and I don’t want to be one of those people…” 
Tech rolled his eyes, sighing with a neutral expression. “Okay… It’s great that you did some research, and also great that you’re making an effort to be more considerate,” 
Rev froze with dread of what was coming next.
“but,” 
And there it was. That sharp stab to the gut.
“I’d really like it if you didn’t make things awkward, alright? Like I already said; If you say something uncalled for, I’ll let you know. And when I let you know, then you can say sorry, and then we can move on. Got it?” 
“Got it…” 
“There’s no need to overreact if you say the wrong thing to me. I can handle it, I promise. So, unless I make a big deal of whatever you say, just treat the situation like you would any mistake you’d make. Alright?” 
“Alright…” 
Tech smiled warmly, stepping forward and giving Rev a few pats on the shoulder. 
“You’re on the right track, so just relax and have some confidence in yourself already. Everything is going to be fine. Okay?”
“Okay…” 
Finally, he pulled away. “I do need to take a shower though. Afterward, maybe a nice walk around HQ will help me figure out my powers. So, I’ll talk to you later, Rev.” 
He started walking away. 
“Later, Tech. I promise I’ll take your advice to heart.” 
With a thumbs up, Tech stepped around the corner and out of sight. 
Finally alone, Rev sighed, rubbing his arm. 
“Dang it… All that research… and it still wasn’t enough to stop me from screwing up…” A warbled breath left his beak, and Rev immediately straightened up and cleared his throat. 
“No. Tech wouldn’t want me to cry. I just… need to never make another mistake, and then I’ll never hurt his feelings again, and then I’ll never feel the need to cry. Everything will be fine. Just… think… Where did I go wrong…” 
He started pacing back and forth, though, at a characteristically fast speed. A few post-its jostled off and fluttered to the floor. 
Abruptly, his feet came to a halt. 
“Confidence! Tech said I needed to have some confidence in myself! I’m not quite sure how confidence will help me avoid hurting his feelings, but Tech knows what he’s talking about so getting some confidence will definitely work. Now… how to get some confidence…” 
Another brief bout of pacing later and he triumphantly raised a finger into the air. 
“Lexi’s got confidence in spades! I’ll just go ask her how to get some confidence and then I’ll be the most perfect best friend that Tech could ever hope to have!” 
And with that, Rev dashed across HQ to find her, more post-its fluttering to the ground in his wake. 
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Link to Oversight Chapter 2 ->
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Old Art
Hi, all! To celebrate my 1-year anniversary of this blog, I decided it’d be fun to show some of my first, never-before-seen drawings of Double Trouble. All of these are traditional, as I hadn’t gone digital yet. Some are also unfinished, and many were sketches at work that weren’t really meant to be “good,” just something to entertain me when I didn’t have any tasks to do.
I’m going to poke fun at some of them, as I’ve improved a lot since drawing them, but I'm not trying to encourage artists to be overly-critical of their past works. Recognizing your mistakes and flaws in your old work only shows how far you’ve come, and I just want to have a good giggle about how silly some of my old sketches look.
Art under the cut because this list goes on for awhile
Here’s the first drawing of DT I remember doing:
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I used a reference for this one, hence why it looks better than some of my later entries in this post. Unfortunately, it suffers from Long Head Syndrome, a mistake I still often make with traditional art because at the angle I’m seeing it while I’m drawing, it looks perfectly fine. But then you hold it at eye-level, and uh...
Also, what the heck kinda hairline did I give them? It’s like it meets at a point, but not in the middle of their head.
Next up, these two:
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Will the Long Head Syndrome ever cease??? As you can tell, I liked the sketch I did at work, so I traced it onto watercolor paper, made a couple changes, and painted it. This one’s not too bad, though it does look like their eyebrows missed the memo as to what angle their head was at.
This next one may be the worst:
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Like...WTF is that? What is that hair poof? Why is one eye so much smaller than the other? What’s going on with that mouth? This is why references are important, kids.
With this next one, I got bored and wanted to color DT in with Sharpies:
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So bright! My eyes! The hair poof is too small, but at least it’s not wiggly like the last one. Also, here’s a magnifying glass to help you see those tiiiny eyebrows.
Here’s another I did with fine line markers that I keep on my wall like a sticker:
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I messed up on the smile, so I made it a frown. Now their eyebrows are too big, and so is that one ear. (Also, my walls aren’t that bright in real life, they just showed up that way on camera.)
Next up is--
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Oh.
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WHAT IS THAT
And next we have one of my favorites!
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The little menace themselves, cute-ified. (We don’t talk about hairlines, no, no, no~)
And here we have one I turned into a digital drawing, but you may notice...
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the ears are too fucking small. DT went from rulers on the side of their head to kid-sized ice cream cones. A real downgrade.
This one’s an unfinished (and will never be finished) drawing:
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What even ARE those hands. Ok, yes, they were guides for drawing in fingers later, but...ew.
Here’s the first full-body, colored drawing of DT I ever did.
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I had drawn them meeting a character from the book I’m writing, hence the speech bubble, but cropped that character out because spoilers! Anyway, this drawing was done with several references and looks much better than some of the others on this list. The main issue is that they’re standing at an angle. Why are they slanted??? Why can’t I draw a straight line??? *sees ace pride flag* Oh yeah, that’s why.
And lastly, here’s the first time I used the DT doll base from @sheblah​ :
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Since this was before I had my iPad, I had to trace the doll base to use it, though I decided to draw the face myself. Oh, asymmetrical eyes, how I loathe thee.
Well, that’s all of the old traditional drawings of DT I have! As you can see, I’ve come a long way since then, but it’s always fun to look back and see where you’ve come from. I hope you enjoyed these silly doodles!
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Hidden’s Life
Been a hot second since I’ve done one of these.
I’ve been struggling.  I know I tend to be upfront with these life posts, but I’ve gone back and forth a million times on whether I should talk about this.  I decided to share it because it has to do with asexuality and why asexuality needs to be spoken about/accepted as LBGTQ+/represented.
More beneath the cut.
This is so difficult to summarize, but: I am vaguely ace and aro.  I say “vaguely” because I’m not sure how much of it is asexuality and aromantic and how much is my general disinterest in sexuality and romance as commonly understood in the west.  I’m fine with sensuality and intimacy; sex and romance, not so much.
I met and asked my husband, T, out when we were 14.  We’ve been together ever since, we’re 32 now.  I absolutely adore, respect, trust, and love him.  He’s smart, kind, patient, quiet, gentle, funny, sweet, inventive, thoughtful, and he tries so hard, every day, to take care of me and make me smile.  I can’t begin to describe how blessed I am that he chose to share his life with me.
But...  I’ve never been good at sex or romance.  I didn’t notice that he was interested in me, for example, and was peer pressured into asking him out by my well-intentioned upper classmen.  I tried my best to explain to him early on how much I adored him, but that my feelings were... not what other people described as love, and that I wasn’t sure about sex.  I don’t even want to consider how things would have ended up if he didn’t accept all of that.
We didn’t have sex until we were 20, so about 6 years into dating.  I, uh, had a rough go of it.  There were lots of tears, lots of, “Why can’t I do this/What’s wrong with me.”  T has never once pressured me, made me feel less than, or asked for anything sexual.  He constantly reassured me that he loved me as I am, and that he was happy with what we had.
I still felt broken and read every book I could find and ordered a bunch of sex toys and tried a million things, then a million more.  I wanted to be “normal,” not because my husband pressured me- he never once has- but because I wanted it.
This has always been something I’ve struggled with, and I’m not sure why it came to a head lately, but...  I found myself withdrawing from T, physically and emotionally.  I realized at some point that we hadn’t had sex for roughly two months, and I wondered if that might help- although the thought put me on edge.
Here’s the thing: I can have sex.  It took years and tears, but I eventually learned how to not have pain from sex, how to physically bridge the gap stemming from lack of arousal.  Sometimes, I like it!  I like being held and kissed and told how beautiful and beloved I am.  Often, though, I’m pushing myself and hoping my husband doesn’t notice, because then he’ll stop, and I want to give him whatever I can- and receive intimacy in return.
So that day, I pushed myself because I wanted intimacy and connection.  And, wouldn’t you know it- I ended up bursting into tears right away.  My poor husband!  I’ve never liked that phrase, bursting into tears, because surely, there’s a buildup.  There are signs that someone is about to cry, yeah?
Naw bruh.  I went from 0 to 1,000 in under a second.
When I stopped crying, I found myself explaining all those old fears again: that I’m a terrible wife, that he deserves someone who loves him the same way he loves me (and not whatever the heck it is I do), that he’ll leave me for someone allosexual, that I’m depriving the person I adore most of something important.
And here’s the thing: anyone with functioning eyes can see how much we adore one another.  My husband has never given me a reason to think any of that stuff, not once in 18 years.  Those fears and doubts are all external pressure and my internalized ideas.
And if someone like me, who has a devoted 18 year relationship featuring nothing but support and kindness and love can feel this way...  What about ace/aro people who have never had a relationship?  Or who have struggled to keep one because they’re wired differently?
We’ve got to start talking about this stuff and normalizing relationships that are a bit different.  Sometimes, I wonder: how would I feel now if I knew what asexuality was when I was 14?  If romantic relationships and marriage weren’t so linked to sex?  If romantic feelings were defined more broadly?
Right now, I’m focusing on accepting and laying down these unfounded fears.  Ideally, I’ll get back to where I can enjoy sex in my way when I’m in the right frame of mind, but not push myself when I’m not.  I’m not sure exactly what made me so vulnerable.  I mean, over a year of pandemic will mess with you, for sure...  But I don’t want to explain it away with that without investigating and exploring.
I absolutely need to trust my husband and myself more than the social messages I absorb about sex and relationships.  But it would definitely help to hear more varied messages, so...  I guess that’s why I’m sharing this, even though I find it deeply vulnerable.
Be gentle with yourself.  You’re not broken, or even cracked or chipped.  You’re just different, and I hope someone out there will love you for that.  I hope we’ll come to celebrate that more.
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aceofspadegrass · 3 years
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Ahhh hello uh thanks @nessinborderland you gave me a bit of a spook when I saw the notification- Well anyways-
1. why did you choose your url?
Well to be honest 1) Because the Ace of Spades has a one off nickname a friend of my current datemate gave me and the word grass is just there because Spadegrass. I wanted to be Spadegrass but then I remembered cards exist. 🂡
And 2) Because this is an AIB blog.
2. any side blogs?
This is my only blog as of right now. Everything you hear from me is compiled riiiight here.
3. how long have you been on tumblr?
.... This April of 2021 if we're talking about blog-wise. Now stalking? Different story.
4. do you have a queue tag?
Uhhhhh I use the queue, yes, because a human needs their sleep, but not a tag for it.
5. why did you start your blog in the first place?
Well, one to slap my ideas, two to like and reblog and keep all the things I like close and show appreciation.
But seriously, I only started only so people can hear my first thought, which if you don't know, was the conception of Cabot. ✨Everything else? Just came along for the ride.
6. why did you choose your icon?
Because I am a slab of cat loving bread dough. But of course I couldn't be basic about it, so I slapped shades on the local stray cat in a hoodie and gave him flowers.
7. why did you choose your header?
The banner? Made it myself. It's AIB related. That's what this blog is. :D
8. what's your post with the most notes?
I don't know. Haven't bothered to check. It might be the one where I'm shaking a bowl in front of Chishiya, that one was quite a bit of notes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
9. how many mutuals do you have?
Legally? A good chunk, which I appreciate with my whole heart. ♥️
10. how many followers do you have?
133! :D
11. how many people do you follow?
13. Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate all of you, I'm just weird with following anything.
12. have you ever made a shitpost?
I have fashioned a belt of my mind going fucking ham, I am the shitpost.
13. how often do you use tumblr each day?
I'm always kind of stalking the AIB tag 99% of the time. Posts are usually three times a day with reblog and random little posts in between.
14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?
Not yet! I hope I won't have to for awhile, fights make me anxious. '^'
15. how do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?
Depends. Some stuff I feel is important to spread, some I just don't. Doesn't invalidate at all.
16. do you like tag games?
Sometimes? Only when I can comprehend them.
17. do you like ask games?
Oh heck yeah. They're fun. :D
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
Mmmmmmm to be honest here? @nessinborderland , @jess-emurphy , @hatterstan-shameblog, which I consider like the cool leagues that make do ':0!' And they interact with me as well and make me go ':0!!!!!!'
So.... yeah! (Granted there might be more but these three are the ones I immediately thought of-)
19. do you have a crush on a mutual?
Platonically I appreciate all of you! Romantically though uhhhhhh I have a date mate that is vibing with me. :D
20. no pressure tags:
@niragis-right-hand-rabbit @a-simp-20 and uhhhhhh........... @cheshiya . Yeah. Have fun if you wanna try! :D
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askaceattorney · 2 years
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Dear Anonymous,
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I appreciate all the thanks and appreciation, but, uh...no need to pile it on so heavy.  X }
As a rule, I don’t make friends with strangers on the internet, at least until I get to know them (fool me once, as they say), but I’m always happy to chat with anyone who shares my interests, whether it be video games, art, video game art, etc.  I do have a Discord, which I’ll share privately with anyone wants to chat with me there, but that’s as far as my online communication goes with people I don’t know.  I’m also “nobodyuknow,” so please don’t be disappointed if it turns out I’m not as cool as you thought.  X )
Thanks for following my art blog, by the way!  I know it’s not as interesting as a video game ask blog, so any attention I get there is always appreciated.  Art’s a lot of fun, but also a lot of work.
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And to everyone who shares your sentiment:
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I’M GONNA MISS YOU, TOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
And I hope things work out for the best for all of you as well.
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Dear Anonymous,
Co-Mod: It’s been my pleasure.
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And I’ll gladly repeat myself by saying that it was only made possible by fun-loving letter-writers like you.  I’m glad I could help to make things enjoyable while I was here, and hope to be able to do the same wherever I end up going next (both on the worldwide web and in the real world), so thanks a bunch for the well wishes!
A belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you as well, and to everyone reading this.  Heck, I’ll settle for a non-miserable year this point.
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Dear gumshoe-letty-fan,
Co-Mod: I’m not too familiar with that anime, so let me just do some quick research...
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Confirmed.  They’re definitely related, at the very least.
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(Video in Letter -- Disturbing Image Warning)
Dear Anonymous,
Co-Mod: .........................
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(Source)
Mod Edgeworth: Remember when Adult Swim actually had good adult animated content? Good times. Good times.
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Dear Anonymous,
Mod Edgeworth: By the time we get at least two or three new mods. So far, I only have one new mod I’m getting in and someone else we are still interviewing at the moment. 
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I will introduce the first mod by the 18th of January.
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(Picture in Letter)
Dear Anonymous,
Co-Mod: 
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Now, that's a sight for any Ace Attorney fan’s sore eyes.
I especially love how the similar characters from the Chronicles and non-Chronicles games are on symmetrically opposite sides of the picture (ex. Gant and Stronghart, Auchi and Payne, Edgeworth and Kazuma, etc.), and how there are so many subtle things going on at once, like in a Where’s Waldo? picture -- Missile running off with a Blue Badger doll in his mouth, Soseki’s cat playing with Espella’s, Larry getting smacked in the face, and probably a lot more I haven’t noticed yet.  Beautiful!
One question I have, though -- how did Maya holding Susato’s hand not cause a rift in the time-space continuum?
Mod Edgeworth: I like how Phoenix and Ryunosuke are reflecting off of each other, including the cast from their own story. It’s like it’s subtly hinting who the character types are without giving it away and I love it!
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Why do I get the feeling Edgeworth got some inspiration from Kazuma?
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Dear Anonymous,
Co-Mod: Don’t worry, we will.  Forget, that is.
Mod Edgeworth: Just like how everyone forgot Halloween was the day Tobias Gregson died.
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(Referenced Letter)
Mod Edgeworth: Fixed it!
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Dear Anonymous,
Mod Justice:
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Superior to ours? I think not.
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If we take a look at the first post ever made on our AskBlog... we can see that it dates back to July 15th, 2011...
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...while the other blog’s first post was only created on December 26th of this year.
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Tell me, how can our AskBlog - one that has been around for over ten years and counting - be “inferior” to yours...
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...when it hasn’t even been around for two full days?!
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Furthermore, there are other points to consider on why your logic is flawed.
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If you would please, Co-Mod and Mod Edgeworth?
Mod Edgeworth: 
Huh? Oh um... 
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..... yeah, this one looks new that focuses on asks and reblogs. 
....
Also, I don’t see why I should care what blog is or isn’t superior to ours. There are a plethora of ask blogs on Tumblr. Ours just happens to be one of the oldest ones that grew over a period of time. We’ve gotta start somewhere, don’t we?
Let’s not make this into a competition. If it’s a new blog, then let them be.
Co-Mod: I, uh...didn’t realize there was a competition going on here.  What’s the score so far?
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In all seriousness, I wish that blog success, but I hope they’ll remember to keep it about Ace Attorney and its fun characters.  That strategy always seemed to work out the best for us.
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Dear Anonymous,
Co-Mod: Thanks a bunch!  I know that feeling, by the way.  Awesome people are hard to find these days, but they’re out there, and I often get the urge to let one of them know it when I find them.  That’s one of the upsides of the worldwide web, I suppose.
Mod Edgeworth: Thank you very much. You are too kind.
-The Mods
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potatotrash0 · 3 years
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The Komahina ace attorney au but it’s that one scene that made me cry. Aka the “It would’ve been better if you never came back from the dead” scene. Just,,,Hajime grieving Nagito’s “death” and resenting him for it, and then resenting him even more when he comes back because “Seriously? I thought you were dead for a whole year, and you were just in Europe???? What the heck Nagito???” And then saying that line. And Nagito is devastated because he knows the doesn’t deserve a warm welcome, he knows the doesn’t deserve Hajime’s kindness, but why does this hurt so much? Hajime hates him as he should, so why does he want anything, anything but this? And Hajime can’t believe he just said that, he knows he doesn’t mean it, but he can’t bring himself to take it back. Because he’s angry and just...hurt. He’s hurt that Nagito put him through so much, he’s hurt that he never told him anything, he’s hurt that the person in front of him, who he used to consider his best friend, seems so much like a stranger. He feels like the Nagito he used to know is gone, replaced by the person who left him for an entire year, and he just can’t think straight. And it’s worse because he can see the hurt in Nagito’s eyes, and it hurts him too, but he can’t say anything about it because he’s just too angry.
They make up afterwards and Hajime apologizes for saying that and just hugs him out of relief. And starts crying in his arms. Because while he is mad, he’s glad to have him back. He really thought he lost him, and he’s just happy that Nagito is safe. Nagito starts crying too, and apologizes for not being more clear about the “Prosecutor Nagito Komaeda Chooses Death” note and for going without saying anything. imagine Hajime wouldn’t have believed the note at first, probably thinking it was a prank or just some sort of cruel joke, anything to believe Nagito wasn’t dead after he just saved his life. But times goes on and he starts thinking “oh, he’s really dead. He’s gone and I’m never going to see him again.” And yeah. Anyway, they make up (and make out, unless we’re sticking to the canon timeline where they pine for another decade) and the wounds are still there but they’re healing.
Did I add that last part because I was making myself too sad and wanted to give this a good end? Maybe.
Well I’m glad because I was ready to start tearing up right here on the couch??? I. I think I’d die if you left it off at just pure angst. Anyway I’m suddenly emotionally attached to this au uh
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masterweaverx · 3 years
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So anyway I think that the heroes are going to snatch control of Atlas right out from under Salem and Ironwood’s noses. It’ll take a few episodes, but it’ll happen by V8′s end. Here’s the probably inaccurate spiffy:
Ironwood and Salem are busily playing army and being absolutely ignorant to their own and each other’s underlings thinking maybe they’re in the wrong. So while they think they are controlling the Battle For Atlas (TM), everybody else is going to be trying to save people. Emerald’s going to get to the lamp first(ish).
Emerald: JINN! I must ask you something! Jinn: For reasons related to metaknowledge I like you a lot kid, so I’ll warn you to word your question very carefully. Emerald: Well... shit, give me a minute. Jinn: Time’s frozen, I’m magic like that. Take as long as you need.
Exactly what Emerald asks is up in the air, but it’s probably either ‘what is Salem hiding’ or ‘how can Cinder be freed from Salem’ and either way Jinn will make it clear Emerald needs to get to Ruby, so Emerald shrugs cause she was totally going to jump ship from Salem anyway (woman is dancing murder, literally) and so she waltzes out to pick up Oscar and then they run into JYR.
Yang: You framed me! Emerald: Yeah but I’m good now. See? Saving kids, got the relic-- Ren: I HATH SEEN HER VIBES, AND SHE DOTH BE GOOD NOW. Yang: Wait but how do you know it’s not an illusion? Ren: YOUR VIBES DOTH PROCLAIM AFFECTION FOR THINE PARTNER, OF DEEP AND INTENSE KIND, YET YOU DOUBT YOUR VALUE TO HER-- Yang: Okay okay I believe you! Oscar: Hey I’m kinda bleeding to death can we escape already?
And as they rush out of the whale, there is DRAMA in the Schnee mansion. Ruby’s panicking over Penny, and because Penny came in hot she can’t touch her with her bare hands so she’s getting Weiss to summon up some remote gloves for Emergency Robot Surgery and totally ignoring that pain in her heart. Meanwhile Klein’s patching up Nora--
Nora’s Past: Excuse me, sir, I need to reveal myself now. You don’t mind do you? Klein: This girl is pretty badly hurt, so I do rather mind-- Nora’s Past: Not to worry, I won’t interfere in your healing and you can have a conversation that sets up a future plot point.
And Blake and May are talking about how they robbed people to save people and Blake’s kinda trying to hint maybe that the situation’s pretty bad up here without offending May who is really just this close to exploding.
May: If you can’t give me one good reason to stay I’m taking the jet down to Mantle! Whitley: Jacques has a work computer in his office, maybe you can reactivate Mantle’s heat from there? May: ...fuck it get me some cocoa.
And indeedily, it turns out that there are programs to reactivate the heating grid! And switches to flip the direction of the Mantle/Atlas chute system! And a bunch of other stuff that’ll help Mantle, and May’s getting into it when she hits THE JACKPOT. You know how Jacques got elected a councilman? And how he got some key codes for that? Well, being the brilliant genius that he is, he put those key codes on his home computer and nobody’s thought to erase them since his arrest. Which means May can spoof Atlas systems to think ONE council member is doing things!
[Interlude with Cinder going aircar shopping, surprisingly easy when the city stores are abandoned. She has a run-in with the Glass Unicorn, which does not survive. We get a close-up of her face, and she’s frustrated that this isn’t satisfying her.]
But only having one councilmember’s codes isn’t enough to do more than move some people around the subways to safer places--great and all, but won’t solve the problem. If they had more control of Atlas’s automated systems, they could maybe do something, but the only way to do that is get more councilmember control codes. Like a majority. That’s two codes, and there’s no way to--
Blake: Wait doesn’t Ironwood have two seats? May: Yeah but he’s not going to work with us. Blake: We’re already spoofing Jacques’ codes, we can spoof Ironwood’s. May: We’d have to get to the terminal in the military compound! Blake: ...or the one in Atlas Academy. I need to make a call.
Cut to team FNKI, not at all chillin’ in their dorm. They’re ticked for so many reasons, they’re antsy, Neon gets a call from Blake and listens for a bit before saying ‘hey everyone wanna go infiltrate the Headmaster’s office and save Atlas?’ And Flynt’s like ‘You know what, sure.’ And four teenagers with attitude Power Ranger their way through some very confused soldiers and then Ivori puts on his hacker glasses and says--
Ivori: Oh crap guys. Ironwood only put the Headmaster codes on this terminal. Not the military council codes. Neon: Paranoid bitch. Ivori: Also he knows we’re here now.
Meanwhile JYR and their new pals (who may or may not include Hazel and Neo, depending on how effective Oscar is at handing out redemption arcs) have a bit of a tiff over the whole ‘recruiting bad guys’ thing and Emerald’s like ‘Guys fine arrest me but I literally have all the knowledge you need and for plot reasons we need to go to the Schnee mansion now’ so Winter’s like ‘Oh shit! I hate plot in my house!’ and she checks the clock and yeah, there’s PLENTY of time to hop over before the bomb arrives and, hey, probably fugitives, so dad Ironwood can’t yell at her for this!
[Interlude with Fiona and Joanna, who start characterizing each other and mention Important Plot Details that will probably come into play in the next volume but the fandom’s all going to speculate about how it’ll come into play this volume because we’re like that.]
So back with Ruby, she’s managed to juryrig Penny back to life and there’s this big emotional moment and Ruby has a breakdown and Weiss is all ‘I’m not equipped to handle this shit but I’ll try anyway’ and Penny has a breakdown and Weiss is like ‘yeah okay, cuddles and comfort time, come here you crazy girls’ and THEN Whitley bursts through the door and shouts ‘GUYS GUYS TEAM FNKI’S ON TV AND THEY’RE SAYING SWEAR WORDS!’
Neon: I’ve come to make an announcement: James Ironwood is a bitch-ass motherfu-- Ironwood: Okay this teenage rebellion is stupid. Luckily it’ll be easy to take back control of Atlas Academy because I am always right and never miss anything. Random Intern: But Sir! Aren’t You Worried They Will Hack Atlas’s Systems? Ironwood: Allow me to exposit on how impossible that is and how they would need three council codes to make a majority that could let that happen. Camilla, in her office: YO BITCH! REMEMBER ME?!
That’s right, Camilla’s noticed this TV broadcast, put together the pieces, and as scared as she is of Ironwood she’s noticing that he’s not really doing so hot fighting Salem so, what the heck, she’s going to tell everyone that Ironwood killed Sleet and he’s a treasonous traitor and soldiers should totally turn to Robyn Hill. Because she just sent her own council codes to ALL FOUR OF THE HAPPY HUNTRESSES. Also she says this is a pre-recorded message and she probably got killed by her doorguards.
[Meanwhile, the Hound gets a smoothie. It’s plot-detail flavored.]
Ironwood rages, but it’s okay! He’s got Robyn’s scroll! So he’s got the codes, he’s still in control aaaaaand Fiona’s already changed the password. But you know this plan is totally going to fall apart without Robyn, who’s trapped in her cell, so he marches down there to kill her before she can become a problem and comes face to face with Cinder God Damn Fall.
Ironwood: Get out of the way, I need to kill that woman. Cinder, flipping him off: Fuck you, Atlas scum, I do what I want! Hardlight generator: Hey why are you reaching for me scary lady OH GOD THE PAIN I AM DEAD THE PRISONERS ARE FREE BLEGH-- Watts: Let’s get out of here while they’re fighting each other! Cinder: ...yeah, that, that was totally my plan, yeah.
So Cinder and Watts skedaddle and the soldiers are like ‘uh should we catch them’ and Ironwood’s all ‘WE MUST KILL ROBYN’ and Robyn has no idea why but she’s not going down easy and Qrow’s screaming how Ironwood’s just the worst and Jacques is cowering in a corner because everybody has guns. Realistically a whole bunch of soldiers are able to easily subdue Qrow and Robyn and Ironwood gets ready to kill them when suddenly--
Raven: Looks like I need to save your weak ass, bro. Robyn: Who’s the hottie? Qrow: A fucking bitch. Raven: Yeah, okay, but I brought Tai along so... Taiyang: Anybody want a brownie? No? Fine. Sic’ em Zwei.
Obviously the might of the War Corgi (and yeah, the Spring Maiden, sure) is enough to get Robyn and Qrow to safety, and they also snag Robyn’s scroll on the way out, and Robyn gets informed of basically everything in one long ‘thank god you’re back’ speech by May who is REALLY tired of wrangling all these teenagers and their drama, but she’s interrupted when the Ace Ops land at the Schnee mansion and bring in their drama and should they turn on Ironwood like Camilla says and Blake says some stuff about ‘did you promise the man he is or who he pretends to be’ and Penny also has lines and there’s so much yelling--
Watts: According to my notes, Penny’s at the Schnee mansion. Cinder: My orders are to deliver you to Salem. Watts: But Cinder, there’s a lot of plot at the Schnee mansion right now! I know you looove ploooooooot! Cinder: Are you trying to tempt me to do a dumb? Watts: What can I say, I’m mischievous. Cinder: ...okay, you can drive yourself right back to Salem--I mean it! Drive STRAIGHT BACK, don’t get yourself CAUGHT AGAIN, and you tell her that you ordered me out. Watts: You have my word! Watts tells Salem Cinder totally abandoned him of her own free will.
So Cinder Fall strides into the conflict and she’s all smug--right up until she sees EMERALD IS WITH RUBY and she just flips out like ‘what the shit! What the shit girl what are you doing?!’ And Emerald says ‘I’m doing this for you! Allow me to begin my melodramatic speech about--’ Cue the Hound smashing through the window with a horde of Grimm and suddenly everything is chaos nobody knows who’s on anybody’s side Penny’s being fought over by everyone and--
Penny, eyes red: THE VAULT--Aaaaargh! Ruby, watching her fly out: Oh yeah, she was hacked, right, forgot. Cinder: The Hound: The Ace Ops: JNOR: RWBY: TRQ: May: Robyn: Kids, go after her, we’ll clean up here.
Everyone RUNS OUT OF THE SCHNEE MANSION and it’s a race to get to the Vault using every method they can and Cinder’s melting the ground and getting into fights left and right and the Ace Ops are showing their true colors by getting random citizens out of the way and meanwhile the Happy Huntresses are coordinating everything in Atlas AND Mantle and it’s all chaos but it’s clear that Ironwood’s not in control and then--
in the vault--
there he is, holding Penny’s sword. And he’s picked her up and started literally banging her against the door because the vault won’t open--
Cinder: Yo, moron, you need to do it right. Cinder: *Whips out a frying pan and conks out Ruby* Cinder, sweetly: Penny, if you don’t open that door I’ll melt her booooones~!
Welp, there’s no way to solve that hostage situation, so Penny reluctantly opens the Vault of the Winter Maiden and it looks like, oh no, somebody bad is going to get the staff, when all of the sudden--
Nora: THIS is what I’m good for! Nora’s Past: Go get ‘em girl!
Nora just catapults herself into the vault, grabs the staff and--before anybody can react--gets it to land next to Mantle. And THEN the Ace Ops come in and say ‘yeah, uh, Ironwood, totally under arrest for being stupid’ and turn off the hackersword which lets Penny get Ruby away from Cinder. Cinder’s right ticked so she reaches for the staff with her Grimm hand but, in a fit of realization, Nora decides to use the staff to regenerate Cinder’s lost arm (which destroys the Grimm Arm entirely).
Cinder: Wait... what the fuck? Why’d you do THAT?! Nora: I have complicated in-character reasons but the truth is I’m setting up a plotline for you to doubt the path you’ve chosen so you’ll turn on Salem down the line. Cinder: Well now I’m feeling existential. I think I’ll go back to Salem and whine about this whole crazy day.
So anyway the volume ends with reinforcements arriving, Robyn the new leader of the Kingdom of Mantle, Ironwood locked up for being a moron, Salem just totally blindsided by the complete upset of the board, and Nora offering to regenerate Yang’s arm. Yang says no because she gave up her arm for something precious and her new arm was a gift plus it’s awesome plus her sister’s dating a robot so saying ‘I don’t like metal arms’ is kinda hypocritical.
....
And then in the stinger Cinder’s staring in a mirror and Pyrrha says ‘Hello again.’
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kimjongdaely · 4 years
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The Art of Sin [Chapter 6]
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Gang!AU, Racer!AU, Tattoo Artist!AU
Pairing: Chen x Reader
Warnings: Language, violence, sexual situations, vandalism
Summary: He’s an artist. He does it all for the ‘art.’ Tattooing. Racing. Sex. All because he thinks they’re beautiful. There’s no one here that doesn’t know his name, because it’s everywhere. On every graffiti-filled wall, every tattooed skin, every cheer of the crowd. His name is there somewhere, because it’s all his—this world. And when he lays his eyes on you—well, he’s never seen anything more beautiful. And he’s going to make you his masterpiece.
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Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3 [M]│Chapter 4 [M]│Chapter 5 [M]│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8 [M]
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The sun beats down on you, sweat dripping down the side of your face and you try to quicken your strides, eager to get to somewhere cool. Throwing open the doors of the garage, their AC is a blessed relief. Byun hangs half-way off the reception counter, his bored grin greeting you like always. “Hey there. Here for Chen again?”
You nod while fanning yourself, the tank top you wear practically soaked with your sweat. Summer days are the worst. Byun points to the tattoo parlor, “Well, you know where to find him.”
Chen is cleaning his tools when you enter, and he greets you with his usual smile. “Hey, princess. Visiting so soon? Well, not that I mind.” There’s a sly edge to his tone now, as he leans in to give you a peck on the cheek.
You grin back at him. All you want lately is to see him, every minute feeling longer than the last when you can’t. Being with him makes you calm and excited all at once, and you savor every second with him.
As if you’ve gotten addicted to him.
As if you’ve fallen in love with him—
What a dangerous feeling to have. You know how these stories end, all too well. You’ll fall head over heels in love with this mysterious person and you’ll be ripped apart faster than you can blink. He’ll rip you apart.
He’ll trample on your heart and you’ll be abandoned.
So you have to keep this feeling a secret, no matter what. Just keep smiling like you’ve always have, and you’ll be able to stay next to him. Never take him too seriously, that way you’ll never be hurt.
“Wanna go for a drive, princess?” Chen asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. Good thing the AC is blasting, or else you would’ve turned into a puddle by now. Still, the garage is much too hot.
“You sure? What if a customer comes?” You raise a brow at him as he begins to lead you out. Chanyeol isn’t here as he usually is, you notice.
“It’s fine.” He answers casually, dismissing it with a shrug. “They’ll be back.”
For the tattoo or for him, you wonder. You wouldn’t be surprised if he gets some returning customers just because he has a pretty face. “Alright then, your call.”
He leads you outside where his white Nissan Skyline is parked. His car is always polished to perfection, several of his designs drawn across the hood and doors. It’s a perfect display of his artistic skills, the white of the car acting as a canvas.
But...wait.
Something’s wrong.
As you get closer to the familiar car, you clearly see that the windshield glass had been shattered. Not only that, but there are several long, deep scratch marks that stretch over the side of his car.
You gasp at the sight, knowing how much this car means to Chen. You glance at him, afraid of his reaction.
You feel a icy shiver roll down your spine, your skin prickling in fear. You’ve never seen Chen look that way before. His face is calm, so calm, but it’s cold. His eyes are filled with a chilling anger, the silent kind, the most deadly kind. Like a snake bidding its time before it sinks its teeth into its prey. The kind of look that insinuates the calm before a world-wrecking storm.
He doesn’t move for what feels like an eternity and a second all at once. Then he carefully fishes his phone out from his pocket, dialing a number and smiles. “Hey D.O. When you’re done with your work, could you take the white Nissan Skyline away? Yeah, you know the one...uh huh...no, I want it destroyed.”
“What?” You gasp, clutching onto his arm to stop him. “But that’s your favorite car! It’s just a scratch, it can be fixed!”
He glances at you, such an frigid look that makes you swallow thickly, your grip on him loosening. He ends the call, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “Fixed?” His voice is soft, but there’s a terrifying edge to it. He chuckles darkly. “No. Something broken can never be perfect again. I don’t need anything that’s not perfect.”
Then he walks away, hands in his pockets and humming a tune like he didn’t just destroy his most prized possession. Like nothing just happened.
You shiver—tremble—feeling your knees go weak. It’s only a matter of time before you, too, will be thrown away like that.
So you must hide these feelings. 
Deeper.
Deeper.
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“You know who did it?” Chanyeol asks taking a long drag from his cigarette.
Glancing at Kai, Chen nods. “Probably the guys from the last race.”
“Great.” Sehun sighs, rolling his neck, his dark puffy hair falling over his eyes. “I love dealing with sore losers. So what are we gonna do? Should we tell Suho?”
Chen wrinkles his nose at the thought, loathing the idea of a scolding. Hey, it’s not his fault this world works like this. You gotta live somehow, even if you break all the damn rules. “Let’s not. Suho’s been plenty busy himself. They just keyed my car, no biggie.”
“No biggie?” Chanyeol raises a skeptical brow, tapping his long fingers against his knee, the cigarette ashes falling onto the ground. “You loved that car, man.”
“Loved.” He repeats, the word quiet and heavy. A shadow passes through his eyes, a look the others know all too well to comment on.
“So what are we gonna do?” Kai asks, tilting his head at Chen. “I’m not about to let some fucker trample all over us like this.”
Chen grins, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. “If they want a rematch, so be it.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Kai scowls. “We don’t do rematches. Our turf, our rules and they lost.”
“Yeah, well, if they’re gonna be stirring up trouble, I’d rather you guys have a rematch rather than fucking each other up, you know?” Sehun grins. “It’ll make my job heck of a lot easier.”
“Fuck that.” Kai says, but Chen only laughs, slapping his back a few times.
“Chill man; I’ll do the rematch myself. I’ll take on a hundred of those bastards if I have to—I’ll still win, fair and square.”
“What a load of bullshit.” Chanyeol snickers. “But I’ll enjoy it for sure either way.”
“Keep it on the down-low, ‘kay? Don’t leave us any messes to clean up. Suho’ll be real fucking pissed.” Sehun says, earning an eager nod from Chen.
They’re still skeptical of this, of course. Chen’s been known to get into a lot of trouble—rather minor ones for sure, but trouble nonetheless. It’s rare to see him so excited about something when he’s usually so uncaring about anything. Still, it’s none of their business and they’re in no position to stop him.
“Alright.” Chanyeol shrugs, putting out his cigarette. “Go for it then.”
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You walk into the tattoo parlor again, greeting Byun as per your usual routine now. This time though, Byun tells you that Chen isn’t here.
“What? Where is he?” Another race, perhaps? He doesn’t have his car anymore though...so did he get another one?
“Met up with some people.” Byun answers vaguely. “Don’t worry. You can wait here if you want, but it stinks like hell so I’d recommend you come back later.”
“Um,” you wring your hands against the skirt you’re wearing. “Who is he meeting?”
Byun let’s out a sly grin, looking up at you from where he’s sprawled over his counter. “What’s wrong? Scared he’s cheating on you?”
Your cheeks heat up immediately as you shoo away the very thought, appalled he would say such thing. “No! Of course not. I’m just...worried. He seemed really upset about his car, so...”
“Heh, I guess he is.” Byun shrugs. “He went to have a rematch with those jerks from the last race. He said they were probably the ones who keyed his car.”
You gasp, feeling a wave of anxiousness as you recall the faces of those racers. They didn’t seem to take their loss lightly—if keying Chen’s car is any indication. They’d probably do anything to win this rematch. “Where are they meeting?”
“Whoa there, calm down.” Byun waves his hand at you. “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
“Please, Byun.” You grab his arm, unconsciously digging your nails into him. “I’m really, really worried. Please tell me.”
He winces, seizing your hands quickly in attempt to pry you off. You can see the boys in the garage start to take notice, stopping with whatever they were tinkling with to stare at you.
“Okay, okay! I can tell you, but it’s not where a good girl like you should go. And you can’t do anything even if you go anyways.”
“I’m really not a good girl, Byun.” You say, forcing out a tight smile. “I don’t care about anything, I just want to see him, make sure he’s okay.”
“Well,” he sighs, giving in. He rips a piece of paper from a notepad, scribbling down an address. “Here. Just...I warned you, alright? And Chen isn’t the type to change his mind easily.”
You clutch the paper tightly, thanking him.
You’re not the type to change your mind easily either.
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“Well would ya lookie here.” The man from the race hollers when he gets out of his car. What was his name again? Damn, maybe Chen should’ve made an effort to remember their names before calling them up. “Who would’ve thought the cheater would want a rematch? Feelin’ guilty, boy?”
Chen smiles, swallowing the desire to laugh his ass off. Guilty? Him? It should definitely be the other way around, right? “You’re the sore loser here. Can’t take a hit and now you’re calling me a cheater?”
The man scowls, grabbing Chen by the collar. He’s as strong as he looks, but all brawn and no brain.
Chen quickly puts up his hands in a sign of surrender, the smile still on his face, unfazed. “Hey, now. Let’s just have a rematch fair and square. That’s the best solution, right?”
With a scoff, the man shoves Chen back, a confident grin growing on his face.
A red flag for trouble.
“Sure, pretty boy. Let’s have a rematch fair and square.” His friends start to giggle behind him, and Chen mentally rolls his eyes. Yeah, he knew they’d have some underhand tricks up their sleeves. He’s still confident he’ll win though and even if he doesn’t...well, he tries not to think of that right now.
“Rules?” He asks.
“None.” The man answers, gesturing towards the dusty road that stretches on into the distance. “Just get to the finish line.”
Well, his turf, his rules. Chen shrugs and begins to get into his car when he sees a taxi pull up nearby. Odd, he thinks, this place is pretty secluded.
But then the person that gets out makes him nearly choke on his own spit, and he gets out again, jogging towards you.
“Yo, where ya goin’?” His opponents yell after him, but he ignores them for now. He grabs your arm, pulling you to face him.
“What are you doing here?”
He looks shocked, and maybe even angry. It’s a stern expression you’ve never seen on his face before, but you stand firm and stare back at him. “I was worried.” You glance at the parked cars, and at the familiar men with several new faces. You turn back to him. “You gonna race him?”
“Of course.” Chen answers, scoffing. “No one messes with us and gets away scot free.”
“I’m coming too.” You say, resolute.
“No you’re not.”
“I am.” You pull your arm from his grip, storming your way towards the car you recognize from EXO’s garage. Chen follows you closely, a string of complaints that go unheard. You get into the passenger seat and slam the door closed.
“The fuck!” Chen yells, knocking on your window and tugging at the door handle to get it open. “Get out! This isn’t your race. Get the fuck out, now!”
You ignore him completely, turning away. Chen continues like that for a while longer before the opponents begin to grow impatient.
“You racin’ or what?” They snarl out, eyes narrowing on the two of you threateningly. “You makin’ fun of us?”
Chen stops, but continues to stare at you. Even without looking, even with glass between you, you can feel the heat of his glare. He takes a deep breath, perhaps to stop himself from breaking the car window, and finally slips into the driver’s seat.
“You’re going to fucking regret this.”
“I won’t.” You answer.
You see the race flag being raised, and the sound of the starting gunshot rings in your ear.
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Emmy.
This is a callout post about discord user emmy, known for now as @eurydices-flower on tumblr, and her nasty behavior regarding her joining and then leaving a specific Riordanverse fan discord server. I don’t usually make callout posts but this needs to be addressed since she has vagueposted about my friends and been rude to them over DMs. I don’t believe she should be allowed to run around and make accusations, especially with people not able to find part of the story due to it being over private messages. So, with the permission of the friend whom she sent DMs to, I will outline her brief stay in the server and the aftermath.
It’s time you heard our side of the story.
Emmy (which is how I will be referring to her for the duration of this post), joined the Trials of Apollo (ToA) server on July 6th, 2020.
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For the sake of chronicling how we know that she is also @eurydices-flower on tumblr, she says as much in her self-introduction in the #introduction channel of the server.
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Emmy was in the server for less than 24 hours, before leaving voluntarily with seemingly no explanation. Naturally, we were confused and one of our own reached out to emmy on her tumblr blog to ask why she left. I blacked out the profile picture and url of my friend’s blog for the sake of their own privacy.
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Let us go over this, piece by piece.
“yeah i’m alright i just realized constant negativity wasn’t rlly my game at the moment and i don’t necessarily have the headspace to ever deal with that.”
That is fair, she is encouraged to look after herself and her own mental state first. If she felt like leaving was the best course of action to take for the sake of herself, then she should not be judged for that. And it’d be perfectly fine if she left it at that! But, of course, I wouldn’t be making this post if she did.
“everyone’s entitled to be everyones own opinion but to bash other people you don’t even know for having opinions was too much for me to handle. a lot of those blogs are good friends of mine and it truly is disrespectful to harp on anyone for having different opinions but go around and spread negativity when others don’t agree with with that opinion.”
Regarding the first part, “everyone’s entitled to be everyones own opinion but to bash other people you don’t even know for having opinions was too much for me to handle”, there’s nothing wrong with this statement as it is on the surface-level. She is expressing that she personally does not want to partake in that particular kind of discourse. That is fine, she is not obligated to in any way, shape, or form. Though I do have a comment or three about the statement before we move on.
She could have muted the specific channel where that kind of discourse was taking place, which as far as I’m aware she never did. The ToA server has 2 specific channels for pjo discourse because members were uncomfortable with it being spread sporadically throughout the server, thus those two channels were made to contain discourse. If she was truly made uncomfortable by what she stated, she could have rectified that problem herself instead of leaving. But, after all, it was her choice to make in the end.
“but to bash other people you don’t even know for having opinions was too much for me to handle”Uh, welcome to tumblr Emmy? I don’t know if Emmy meticulously vets her tumblr experience so that she literally never encounters people bashing other people they don’t even know for their opinions, but it makes it a rather ironic statement considering tumblr’s reputation and that she has a tumblr blog. Heck, it’s not even unique to tumblr, it’s more of a social media thing. I can only postulate that maybe it made her more uncomfortable in a more confined and private space like a discord server, but I cannot be sure. Given she joined at the height of the Ace! Reyna discourse and the “opinions” she’s referring to are likely the aphobic rhetoric spouted by people who were astonishingly upset that Reyna was not a lesbian, I personally am rather uncomfortable that she dumbed it down as if it were merely “having an opinion” and not an attempt to invalidate ace representation in a mainstream media book series just because they were upset that they hadn’t gotten exactly what they wanted.
She retrospectively made herself a hypocrite. I’ll put a pin in this for now and we’ll come back to it.
“A lot of those blogs are good friends of mine and it truly is disrespectful to harp on anyone for having different opinions but go around and spread negativity when others don’t agree with that opinion.”
There’s quite a bit to unpack here just in this one sentence. First of all, no one in the server knew she was acquainted with any of the blogs we were discoursing about. She never stated such at any point prior to this point. We didn’t know, and thus we could not even consider accommodating her before she left in this regard.
I’ve already expressed my own views on her dumbing down people spouting aphobic rhetoric to them merely having “different opinions”, but the server was not “spreading negativity” unless you define “negativity” as calling out people for their aphobic rhetoric and frankly disrespectful treatment of Reyna as a character as a whole. It’s not as beautiful and simple as “others don’t agree with that opinion” when said opinion promotes aphobia and tries to claim that lesbian Reyna somehow cannot peacefully coexist with asexual Reyna.
“I mean no disrespect to anyone in that server when saying that or this but i just truly hope you all emotionally grow as people one day and learn to be more respectful <3 <3”
This… whole line has the basic energy of “No offense but *proceeds to say something offensive*”. Emmy basically went, “I mean no disrespect but *proceeds to say something disrespectful*”. It’s especially rude that she told us that she hopes we “all emotionally grow as people one day and learn to be more respectful <3 <3” when she was the one that came into the server in the first place. Furthermore none of us owe our respect to the people that got so mad over a fictional character not being exactly what they wanted that they have to belittle and attempt to downplay ace representation. It’s not Emmy’s place to tell us to “emotionally grow” and “learn to be more respectful”, especially when in the aftermath she doesn’t put her money where her mouth is.
“Blacked out user: Ah I see. If I may ask, what differing opinion were you being bashed for?
Emmy: not me personally but to see the rr crit circus chat (Note: one of the discourse channels) filled with other people doing it to people not even IN the chat was what bugged me”
Has emmy never been in a discord server with a discourse channel? This is a legitimate question, because this is not behavior unique to the ToA server. All of the servers I’ve seen with channels specifically for discourse have done this. This isn’t some kind of uniquely shitty thing that the ToA server does that we should be morally ashamed of, especially when something similar goes on with people on tumblr posting screenshots of tweets.
“but also when i entered and said i didn’t have opinions on litpollo or medea and i was immediately kinda made fun of for it didn’t make me feel good, as well as saying i was ace and ppl going “oMG the LESBOPhObIa. again i hope y’all just grow emotionally and mentally <3”
Here’s what happened (different colored bars mean different users):
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Now, despite the fact that the “r u human” in response to Emmy saying she doesn’t ship litpollo and the “i bet u r not ace u r just LESBWEEN CODED” are jokes, I do understand why those statements made Emmy uncomfortable. Emmy was a newcomer and not acclimated to the sense of humor of the server and to basically shove her the butt end of it was not fair to her. The latter joke especially would be difficult to swallow if Emmy didn’t know that an inside joke of the server at the time was mocking the people who insisted that making Reyna ace was a lesophobic act on Rick’s part despite Trials of Apollo as a series having three lesbian major characters (Emmie, Jo, and Lavinia). 
In simple terms, I agree with my friend’s reply and the apology they gave on the server’s behalf. Emmy did deserve that apology. Doesn’t make the “i hope y’all just grow emotionally and mentally <3” any less rude or unwarranted though.
As far as any of us were aware, this was the end of it. Emmy was a bit rude but we had our closure and as far as any of us knew the ToA server and Emmy had parted ways. And then this happened.
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This post has since been deleted by Emmy herself, but before it disappeared it was archived by myself and other friends reblogging to respond to it.
It doesn’t name myself or any of my friends directly, but since we were quite vocal about calling people out for their aphobia when Reyna was revealed to be ace, it is assumed we were the target of the post or are at least part of the group that is the target for the post. If it is indeed the former it seems Emmy is vagueposting about us. Even if it’s not specifically about us, it’s not a good look for Emmy. Let’s parse this apart.
“funny how the people yelling aphobia when it came to Reyna were dead silent today when Rick went on twitter and was blatantly racist and disrespectful”
There’s several reasons why people weren’t addressing Rick’s tweets that day. Some of us don’t use twitter/don’t follow Rick on twitter. Some of us don’t check the #rickriordan tag or other tags like it. Some of us have other main fandoms that are not pjo. Some of us don’t follow blogs that reblogged the tweets and the responses to the tweets, or hadn’t reblogged them yet. Some of us might want to first watch the responses to the tweets because we are not Cherokee, Muslim, or educated enough about those topics beforehand and not dig ourselves into a hole. Just saying, just because we didn’t give an immediate response doesn’t mean we didn’t care.
“funny how they only care about representation when it applies to them and them alone”
Does Emmy know that plenty of non-ace people were defending ace Reyna? If she wants an example, I’m a bisexual woman and I’ve been vocal in my defense of ace Reyna. So her logic that “they only cared when the rep applied to them and them alone” falls apart.
“funny how they only cared Reyna was ace because it gave them the opportunity to harrass the lesbians who were hurting”
I don’t condone harassment but calling them out for their aphobic behavior was not harassment. They couldn’t express their hurt without belittling asexual representation and lacking so much self-awareness that they couldn’t realize how aphobic they were being. I’m sorry that they don’t have my respect for that- actually, you know what, I’m not sorry for it. They literally chained themselves to the concept of Lesbian Reyna and would not accept anything else, that’s their own fault. Just because you’re hurt doesn’t give you the excuse to be an asshole to other LGBTQ+ people that did get representation.
"it’s almost,,, almost like you don’t actually care about these characters or color! that you just want the opportunity to clown and be bullies and abusive”
This is a very rich statement considering those “hurting lesbians” she referred to didn’t care about Reyna as a character. They only cared about Lesbian Reyna and nothing else. Some of them mixed up ace and aro showing stunning ignorance on the difference between asexuality and aromance. And now they’re playing victim because they got called out.
“if you want marginalized groups like asexuals to be represented, where’s your energy for pipers representation and characterization? samirah? where’d it go?”
Heroes of Olympus has been out for years. There have already been posts on tumblr before detailing the flaws in how Rick wrote Samirah and Piper, it’s not a new phenomenon. It just had a resurgence recently. Heroes of Olympus is old news so it’s not as fresh and hot as it was when it first came out so of course while discussions over the representation in it are still going on it has mostly calmed down until recently.
“i see you. i’m watching you. you said nothing. not a single word. not even a messy reblog of one (1) post about piper or sam. dead. Silence.”
Emmy gets a little creepy here and slightly stalkery. She doesn’t like us yet she’s watching our blogs? I guess the Blog Police is here. If you don’t reblog discourse posts about how Samirah and Piper were represented you’ll be arrested and pegged as a racist.
No one is obligated to reblog posts about Samirah and Piper. It’s not reflective of their feelings towards Piper and Sam. it’s THEIR blog and they are not obligated to reblog what others want them to. I hate to break it to Emmy but she can’t force people to reblog the stuff she wants to see.
“i don’t care if you think you ‘shouldn’t have a voice in this’ bc ur white or smth. there’s a difference between spreading posts about this terrible situation and trying to butt in with ‘i’m white but here’s my opinion’“
And here we finally circle back to the retroactive hypocrite point I put a pin in earlier. Here’s a refresher: “everyone’s entitled to be everyones own opinion but to bash other people you don’t even know for having opinions was too much for me to handle. a lot of those blogs are good friends of mine and it truly is disrespectful to harp on anyone for having different opinions but go around and spread negativity when others don’t agree with with that opinion.”
And yet she bashes people she doesn’t know and spreads negativity for… possibly having a different opinion than the ones going around right now or not interacting with it for their own personal reasons. Also not everyone who didn’t immediately jump on the Samirah/Piper rep analysis reblogs were white. Assuming people are white will eventually bite you on the ass.
After that post, she continued vagueposting on her own blog.
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I seriously doubt she was sent an anonymous death threat because a friend of mine checked her account earlier that same morning she made that post and the Anon feature was turned off. Then, in the evening, she posted about having an Anonymous death threat sent to her without any proof. I’m not saying it’s not possible nor do I condone death threats, but I do have reason to disbelieve her.
IF she is still referring to her brief stay in the ToA server as that “scenario”, then she neglects to say that she did not tell anyone that she was uncomfortable until after she left. We are not mindreaders, we cannot tell when every single person we talk to is uncomfortable. So it can at least partially be held against you, Emmy, for a failure to communicate with us.
And finally, the straw that broke the camel’s back for me.
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This DM was sent to a friend of mine, the same friend that reached out to Emmy following her departure from the ToA server. I can only assume that the post she is referring to is the one I covered earlier, prior to the “anon death threat” post. Let’s parse through this again.
“hi love! i noticed you unfollowed me around the time i made my post calling you and other’s silence on piper and samirahs blatant mistreatment today.”
Wow, you know what, scratch what I said earlier about assuming that the post was directed at me and my friends, Emmy basically confirmed it from her own mouth. Nice to get the ambiguity out of the way right off the bat. Also she’s seriously DMing my friend just because they unfollowed her? And assuming it was because of the post? She can’t definitively connect the two dots but if that was indeed the reason my friend unfollowed her I certainly can’t blame them. Especially given that this was Emmy’s response.
“i hope you realize you’re blatantly racist and just all around a terrible person for harping on the wlw community for being upset about their bad representationk because you had ace representation but don’t use the same energy for the people hurting that they don’t have native or muslim representation.”
It’s spelled “representation”, Emmy. Also the pjo wlw community was upset that REYNA was NOT a LESBIAN, not that they had bad representation. That was their whole salt. As a wlw myself, being upset about bad representation doesn’t give you an excuse to put down ace representation which a lot of them were doing. They have THREE lesbian characters in Rick’s books so far.
Also I thought the issue Emmy took with us was that we weren’t reblogging posts breaking down Rick’s tweets or pointing out the flaws in Samirah and Piper’s portrayal in the books. And now she’s talking about posting about people hurting because they don’t have Native American or Muslim representation? Which is it Emmy, you are sending mixed signals.
“i hope you educate yourself and realize you and the entire community that kept their silence are truly acting terrible right now. thank you.”
This is… extremely rich coming from the asexual who implied she has aphobic friends. I hope she educates her friends and realizes her and the entire community who bashed the choice to make Reyna asexual are truly acting terrible right now. Though given how she put the wlw on a pedestal and turned a blind eye to how aphobic they were acting I don’t have hope. The hypocrisy when she says that my friend is “truly acting terrible right now” when my friend dared to just unfollow her.
And that is how I will close this. She is still posting about the server on her own blog but that is everything major that has happened so far. On behalf of my friend, don’t harass emmy or send her death threats. I may not respect her, but I certainly don’t condone harassment or death threats. 
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She is only 15, according to her own blog, but it does not excuse her behavior towards my friends. Being a minor doesn’t exclude you from being a shitty person.
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Prompt: fusion (like two characters fusing with each other) please?
This one was fun! It’ll be up on ao3 tonight! No romance in this one, just pure platonic love. And Also Pacific Rim elements more than Steven Universe because like why not have to bare your entire soul to someone to fuse with them then ultimately forget that moment of vulnerability as the fusion falls apart as a semblance for how close you became in that untouchable moments. Also, pac rim names are cooler than ship names as fusion so heck yeah anyway!!!
*formatting will be weird after immediate posting, so apologies to those who are met with this block of text before i fix it. No warnings do apply, in case the tags don’t work!
Characters include straw hat pirates, asl brothers, and shanks as major parts/fusions
soul shines like gold (lets make it shine like the sun) (ao3)
(I can’t become pirate king without my crew! Luffy says, and after three years of sailing (after a day in the presence of their captain), the rest of the crew echoes it in turn. People fuse to become strong, but why can’t they fuse to become free?)
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Usopp was minding his own business when he came up on the deck of the Merry, giving a hesitant hello to the sleeping figure on deck.
“Hey Zoro.”
“Mmph.”
Wait.
That wasn’t Zoro.
Usopp whipped his head around to stare at the sleeping figure on the deck – one he hadn’t seen before, but had a startling familiarity to them.
Four arms, two sharp-toothed mouths, dark sun spotted skin, a familiar straw hat on the head and swords by the side, gladiator sandals and dark trousers, with an open vest and a green belt.
Usopp couldn’t see the hair, but he would bet ten belli that it was some dark shade of green, and that there was a sloping scar underneath the eye.
Luffy and Zoro fused?
Fusion was not unheard of, even in the east blue. The weak banding together to fight the strong – now that was a theory the East could agree with. But to do so casually, to simply take a nap and bare your soul to another… that did not happen so leniently.
Fusion - the art of merging with another being so completely that you became one, two (or more) souls creating a body of power and might if done right. The cost being that one will was usually dominant, and thus typically happened only in battle, when the will was to win.
Eh. Just another quirk. Better introduce myself.
He tapped the fusions foot. “Hey, I’m Us-“
The head tilted up, revealing four eyes, two closed and two wide open like his captains, a scar sloping beneath it as Usopp had thought. “We know. King’s Sword,” The fusion said in a rumbling raspy voice.
Usopp hid a flinch.
There was power in that tone.  And the fusion was still looking at him expectantly.
“So, uh, when did you first fuse?”
“First day my parts met. Luffy grabbed onto Zoro and suddenly I was.”
“That’s it?” Usopp squawked. “Just like that?”
“Of course. Luffy is the man who will be pirate king – Zoro’s captain. Why wouldn’t he trust him to create me?” King’s Sword said it like it was fact, and Usopp supposed it must be, to them at least.
Zoro and Luffy were so cool… And the name too.
(Fusion names were odd. Fusions with children and people who were undecided of goals and such tended to have actual names, a simple merging, but as the parts grew, so did their character, creating a defining name for their fusion. The pattern tended to be for every fusion that wished it but… it was rare, to have it before your twenties.
Luffy’s trait must be King.
Usopp wouldn’t expect any less.
(And Zoro was obviously sword – seriously, the guy used sword as his signature!))
“Would you like to try?”
Wha-
“What?” Usopp’s eyes went wide as King’s Sword stood up and offered him a hand.
“Would you like to fuse? See what it’s like?”
They said it in the same tone of voice that Luffy said when he said “Get on. You’re coming with us, aren’t you?” Like it was already fact, despite Usopp having only ever fused with his mother before when practicing fusion dances.
Doubt fell away.
“Sure.”  He grabbed King’s Sword’s hand, and pulled himself into the dance.
Steps forward and back twisting in and out of tandem with the fusion, his hands flying up in down in chopping motions as his hips shifted back in forth. King’s Sword was everywhere he wasn’t, towering and fluid all at once. In one final movement, his hand shifts to be clasped around King’s Sword’s forearm, the fusion doing the same in turn.
The world grew bright, and Usopp became one with Luffy and Zoro.
A fifth eye opened, brilliant brown the color of unwavering oak trees.
King’s Sharpsight, they decided their name to be, had been born.
Hair, long and gently curling fell over shoulders tied by a bandana under a straw hat. A single sword had been replaced by a slingshot, and a backpack lied over their shoulders. Gladiator sandals lied under overalls with a green sash around the middle, and a red vest underneath them. Shoulders were bare and dark, and their face had a longer nose and five eyes. Two mouths still smiled, less sharper than before, with a bigger hint of mischief towards them.
King’s Sharpsight was slightly smaller than King’s Sword, but just as stronger.
“Wow!” They said, looking at their hands and peering at themselves in the reflection of the galley’s window. “I look great! This is going to be awesome!”
All five eyes look out at the world as hands fiddled with their own rubbery texture.  “Amazing… Hey! Maybe Nami wants to join!”
She doesn’t, but she does take the time to talk to them (their first conversation!! Cool!) and show them the canon, which in typical fashion, they aim precisely at the one thing that could cause the most damage.
A big ol’ rock with two bounty hunters underneath it.
As the fusion falls apart, Usopp realizes that he doesn’t feel any less or more. He just feels… happy, as if he had gotten to know his friends more than he did already. As if he had gotten to hold their dreams and hopes in a palm, with the upmost trust.
(Because Luffy did not do anything but trust his nakama. If he asked you to do something, you did it, because anything else would be a betrayal of that trust, even if it would completely okay to him.)
(Because in a fusion, everything becomes one – bodies, souls, hearts and minds.
Which meant, memories became one.
King’s Sharpsight knew of little girls who never grew up to be great swordsman and mothers who died waiting for a man who was never coming home. They knew of brothers dead and living, and grandfathers who didn’t care for impossible dreams and wills. They knew, but didn’t think it was special, because this was just the experiences that shaped them, not anyone else.
And when they fell apart, the individuals did not remember the memories of before only the familiar comfort of I know.)
Usopp hoped they would fuse again one day, perhaps in battle, to see what they could truly do, when three minds became one.
(King’s Sight, Weather Sight, Sharpsights, Cook’s Sight, History Sight, Metal Sight, Healing Sight, Music Sight, Sea Sight, King’s Crew – Usopp fused and became one with his crew, and closer and closer and closer, until fusing was a way to talk without talking and love without speaking.)
Usopp, who had never merged before, learned to dance in pattern and fuse, like he belonged.
(It was a great feeling)
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The first time Luffy fused was with Shanks. Gramps had always told him he was to young for it, as he showed him what it was like with his closest marine companion.
Shanks had only laughed when Luffy asked him to do it, and swept him up in his arms without question, throwing Luffy into the air and catching him on his shoulders. A warm light overtook them in the midst of Makino’s bar, and then there was Child Captain, standing proud and short and scarred.
(For Luffy did not know he would be king yet, did not have his dream, and Shanks knew who he was and who Luffy was so he took the lead.)
(Later, Child Captain would become Straw Hat, the bonding focus between their two parts.)
Child Captain was rambunctious and unstable, lasting only for a minute, but enough to give Luffy a taste of what it felt like to be not alone for the first time – to have a part of you that would never leave, like everyone else did eventually.
The next he fused, for Makino had banned Luffy from fusing with anyone else because fusing tired children, was with Ace.
Accidentally, and in battle, where Luffy’s clumsy movements went in tandem with Ace’s and the outstretched hand for Luffy to rocket with created Brother’s Sun – who quickly went supernova and fell apart the minute they were created.
Ace didn’t speak to Luffy for the rest of the day. And Luffy didn’t come back to the treehouse that night.
Sabo was the one to fix it, the only one who had had an explanation of fusion besides Luffy.
(Sabo, the nobles had said, fusion is for the fighters, for the rough housers, not for people of our esteem. Take note of that, alright boy?)
“Ace,” Sabo said to his brother. “Fusion just means you – at the very least – care for each other when you do it accidentally like that. And when you do it purposely that means you love each other, right? We’re brothers, aren’t we?”
(Sabo’s a good liar, but it doesn’t mean what he says isn’t true. In the Grand Line, marines and pirates’ fuse to become stronger, to fight without restraints. It’s not always a thing of love and beauty, but of pain and despair.
Sabo’s sure that isn’t the case with his brothers though.
Did you know that when men drink together they become brothers? This way our bond can never be broken!)
“Yeah,” Ace says quietly from where he’s curled at the foot of a true. “Brothers.”
Sabo decides to take a risk, and sticks out his hand. “Come on. Let’s do it, and find Luffy.”
Ace takes ten seconds to respond. Sabo counted – it had felt more like infinity. “Okay,” is the final quiet response, and they join hands.
The dance is quick, rushed, but put together in the quiet moments of their fights. Sharp movements flowing with wide arms, a final double hand clasp that brings them together chest to chest then –
Warmth.
And Elder Brother breathes in the jungle air.
Tall, black stretched blond with glowing freckles and wide eyes, they smile with two mouths and four eyes. Sturdy boots rest upon their feet with shorts and a simple tank top upon their chest, arm holes wide to make room for four arms. A fancy jacket is wrapped around their waist, and twin pipes rest upon their back. Goggles hang around their neck, shining in the dim light, and every step is filled with power despite the softness of childhood to their face.
Elder Brother goes forward, because they aren’t complete, not yet.
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Luffy is found on the cliffsides of Goa, looking out into the distance like he always does when the ocean is in view. The only time that he can stay still.
“Luffy,” Elder Brother rumbles in a child pitch. Luffy gasps and turns around, not even hesitating to recognize his elder brothers.
“Ace! Sabo!” He calls then starts crying. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry-“
“Elder Brother,” the fusion corrects him gently, “I’m not upset. C’mon.” Four arms open wide, and their young brother wastes no time to lunge into their embrace and fuse.
The sun shines upon the fusion laughing happily in the sea breeze.
ASL, they call themselves, like their own dream, their own flag.
Six armed, four-legged, strong as a monstrous child could be, with a straw hat upon their head and three pipes on their back. Gladiator sandals dig into the earth and simple childish shorts and tanks are slung across ASL’s body. The fancy coat, now tattered and torn, rests upon their shoulders like the captain’s coat they all envision themselves to have in the future.
Together, ASL thinks, as brothers, at last.
They charge for the city, ready to use their new height to buy their way into a free meal, a troublemaker as always.
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The strong did not stand alone – this was a rule the most powerful of the seas knew. Emperors had big crews, some close, others only underlings, and Marine Admirals had countless underlings beneath them.
There was strength in numbers, yes, but most importantly was the close bonds formed with your closest circle.
For only with them, could fusion emerge – the dance of souls between each other, so that one being could form.
A dangerous art, and only for those who could trust (or who had no choice) to be lead along.
In the place of those once separate bodies would be one – ten times more powerful and ten times more useful, especially in battle, when one’s opponent would outlast you.
A common tactic in battles was to divide and conquer, so no fusions could form and something resembling equal footing would be allowed. Marines often used this, in favor of fusing as most pirates did, the marines claiming equality and the pirates truly uncaring of rules.
They were pirates after all.
Any advantage in a fight
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There are legends, passed down and shifting over time, that the fusion between the King of the Pirates and Dark King Rayleigh was one of the most powerful to walk the earth and only rivaled by that of Garp the Fist and Sengoku The Buddha (and perhaps only because the latter had a devil fruit.) The fusion, called King’s Treasure, had seldom been seen, but was said to tower over giants and kings, to trample islands and swim the ocean as if it were a lake.
A fusion is, of course, the voice of two wills surging into one. The Will of D and that of a Conquerors could never be a small fusion after all.
In modern times, when Whitebeard and Roger have fallen (who were said to have fused exactly once, and never again, as Whitebeard rarely fused) fusions were much more visible, striking fear into every soul.
Big Mom made a habit of fusing with her compatible children, trying to create more creatures to add to her menagerie with her children’s powers. Kaidou’s men were often ordered to fuse, to overcome any odds.  Red Force, the force of the emperor Shanks and any one of his men, could be seen in a smaller state, partying on any given island.
The last time any Marine Admiral had fused had been at Marineford, when the clash of giants had cause Whitebeard to fuse, springing the giant admiral and pirate fusions to life.
The Strawhats are a legend now. Or rather, King’s Crew, the Strawhat crew fusion, is a fusion legend (though that isn’t to say the Strawhats don’t make headlines every other week.)
For every member of a crew to have a bounty is incredibly rare. To have more than five in a (stable) fusion is even rarer. To have the entire crew in one… well, it’s unheard of to say the least.
When King’s Crew rises from the ashes of the battlefield, gods learn the meaning of the human fear.
(for when emperors’ wills collide, one must dominate, leading to one will bigger than the other. But when wills become one – when dreams become one – fusions such as King’s Crew occur, shaking the very dirt of the Earth for centuries to come)
And what a Beautiful fusion they were.
Unbelievably tall and towering over giants, with rainbow black hair that stretched down to their low back. Seventeen eyes, some closed and some open, the widest being that of their Captains, and not all on the face, scattering across shoulders and necks. In place of one eye was a sloping scar, familiar to all who knew the face of Strawhat.
A smile, stretching wide across their face, sharp-toothed and half-feral half brilliant. Dimples and freckles decorate cheeks that are slightly too see-through, as if to see bone lying beneath them.  Six arms and four legs extend from their torso, dangerously half metal, fire and strong muscle. Their feet are clad in black roman sandals as black shorts are slung about their hips, and bracers decorate their clawed hands. A half skirt, made of the Straw Hat flag, ties around their waist with a wide-open slit, while their chest has only an open, printed suit vest covering it, displaying the mass of scars in the center of the chest. Spiraling tattoos of oceans and friends and jolly rogers scatter over arms as the ever-iconic straw-hat rests upon their head.
Magic seems to surround them. Fire at their feet, rubber in their skin, a demon in their heart, fur running down their back with metal and bone, extra limbs at any moment and a storm trembling overhead. Gentle fish scales slide over shoulders, glinting in the moonlight.
Demon would be the word for them, if that was able to encompass all that was King’s Crew.
Another word would be legend.
But the Straw Hat’s prefer just to call it love.
(A fusion, in its truest sense, is a symbol of a friendship beyond friendship, of a love beyond love. It has been corrupted, to mean power over the weak, for the sea is dangerous to those alone, but those like the Straw Hats, like King’s Treasure, know the truth.
To fuse is to place your soul in someone else’s hands and trust that they will regard it with nothing but love in turn.
This is why the Straw Hats fuse, and why King’s Crew is nothing but an act of loyalty and devotion to something greater than themselves.
This is fusion.
Love.)
King’s Crew, while stable, is bold and daring and rash. They are unhesitating, unwavering, and treat every decision as if fact.
They will win the battle.
They will sail to the end of the Grand Line.
They will become the pirate king (greatest swordsman, great warrior, will map the world, find the All Blue, the True History, an old friend, the cure to any disease, see the ship of dreams to the end of the line, find adventure in a world of hardship.)
They will do that.
Because with their crew, there is nothing King’s Crew can’t do.
(I can’t become pirate king without my crew! Luffy says, and after three years of sailing (after a day in the presence of their captain) the rest of the crew echoes it in turn. People fuse to become strong, but why can’t they fuse to become free?)
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lcnguor · 4 years
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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.
fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.
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My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /
Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.
Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.
Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.
Are they underrated?  YES / NO.
Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.
Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.
Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.
How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.
How strictly do you follow canon?  — Since she is an OC with her own lore I would say pretty much . Of course there are some heres and theres and she changed a lot from the first time I dragged her out of the void of my head . I originally wanted to make more of a gag character but ended up taking too much of the screen if I’m honest . but of course , since there is many other lores and crossovers are a must , some things change once or twice .
SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  Nora is a mentor character , supportive and most likely to be the ace under the sleeve like a Kisuke Urahara from Bleach or Sinbad from Magi --- you know there’s something fishy but there is a charm that even thought they are slidding in the background for the main character , their relevance is vast . As a mentor characters , she would often help with insight , understanding of complex things , giving moral lessons and giving others a sense of security whilst also making sure to throw hints about a doubious nature . Keeping a character around her to keep their feet on ground while never shooting down their hopes and dreams .
Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  She is not approachable unless you have enough guts to -- perhaps even looks intimidating or hard to come up with something plausible to make the meeting more natural . And honestly , she looks like a mainstream angst character at first glance --- even I myself believe this and start having second thoughts ... :laughs:  
What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  An old project I had archived in my closet of memories (?). She was the main , nameless character of a journal about , well , her and the emotions she had to deal with in the everyday . I will be seriously honest ... it was a self insert :blushes: after all it was like a personal journal I was doing on my darkest days . But after that , she became Sable -- the first character on her own -- who also served as a mentor ( but the story was much more dark , seriously ) and then just came to this . I even used the pre-prototype name lol . The idea was to put the whole story into a RPG pixel game or a short comic series where she ( Sable ) and the protagonist would wander around a city called “Nobody’s Home” , a place were people with “thats” ( what now are called Stalkers ) got dragged into and either confront their emotions and solve / comes in terms with them or get eaten by them ( a metaphor for suicide or dead by mental illness ) . The story was more or less about Sable teaching Nona ( the genderless protagonist ) about different mental states , issues and others and helping people solve them so they can return to the real world . Needless to say , the story ends with Nona returning after coming in terms with their condition ( funnily enough , the protagonist had a bunny shaped emotion ) while on the other hand Sable stayed behind along with her closest friend , who she question why he keeps being around if he could return himself , to what he replies he doesn’t want to leave her alone esp since she can no longer return --- hinting Sable committed suicide but by sheer will power remained there to help others to deal with what she couldn’t . Voez , the friend I mention , is even Victor from her current lore . Haha , I like recycling I guess . When I came with Nora , it was mostly to kill time and altered her base story a bit since the original plot was way to close up to make an interaction .
What keeps your inspiration going?  —  How well received she became , I know it sounds a bit ... uh , bad . But I honestly never expected people to like her . heck I even have my doubts about myself liking her haha . plus I know it’s not easy to deal with a character with a somewhat meta power ... I still struggle from time to time but I’m managing and having the support I have atm is something that keeps me going . I love plot a shit lot . I love to come up with ideas with others . To expand what I already have . besides , there is so much I haven’t write down yet that is about her lore but I’m a bit insecure yet . I guess I’m too used to forums where everyon follows a general plot haha ... old habits die hard .
Some more personal questions for the mun.
Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.
Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / 50-50
Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO, I HATE DRABBLES.
Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES/ NO.
Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO / .... UHHHH
Are you confident in your writing?  YES / HAHA NO.
Are you a sensitive person?  YES VERY MUCH A LOT / NO.
Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  I haven’t got any so far --- which honestly surprises me because well ... there is so much that can bother people . as I said , I received a lot of support and praise , which also surprises me haha ... I won’t deny I would love to hear what people think , even if I later end up riding the anxiety train to the moon but it’s also a way to grow up , I believe . god ... I sound like nora Uu
Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  I absolute love this and need this . It comes easier for me to make a 20 word pages of information about stuff if I’m asking specifically about it . even add explanatory drawings with it lolol since I’m kinda bad with words . besides , showing me interest on a character would just fire the heck out of me to keep going . I mean , everyone likes to get some curiosity and a chance to develop more their characters , canon or not .
If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  I would for sure . I’m not smart and I actually do a shit ton of research --- but even so I can miss a lot of shit people would say <nah that’s not how it works> and that would be helpful as heckie . but of course , needing the why also would tell me if the person disagreeing is doing it with a solid ground or just because they are being a piece of crap . I’m really tired of tumblr mentality and shitty people who aren’t mature enough to act decently .
If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  you cannot like everyone or have everyone like you either . I don’t really care much ... esp since nora is an original character . if it constructive critisism , okay -- I will take it , but gimme a solid reason other than “ your character is / is not ... “ and then give a crappy critique because she doesn’t fit your agenda or standards .
If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  you are fucking free to unfollow me and ignore me for the rest of your life . I really don’t get the point of hating on the internet just because and keep promoting your hate just to be a pain in the ass .
Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  I fucking wrote in my rules that people are even fricking free to fix my grammar and english because holy heck , even to this day I still do some ugly shit . I’m dumb , help ...
Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  ehhhhhhhhhhhhh, kinda . I take everything with water . whenever it’s of ideology , people as it is , characters ... I am quite tolerant and try to keep the “okay this person thinks this way , fine .” but as long as nobody crosses the line where they try to spoil it for me or others , I get super bitter . I love OOC , getting to know the one behind the character makes me feel more secure about coming to them and just rambling about plots and hcs and whatever idea got in my mind . but if I see someone and , forgive me god for misjudging , see them as a person that will put me on my nerves -- I won’t even try . as for the friends I have and those who don’t know me as much ... I am obnoxiously sporadic and have a lot of ups and downs very often . one day I could be talking 100 words per second others I will just take a fucking week to respond . honestly , I had mined my social skills for two years plus several other irl stuff previous to that , so I’m always a bit too anxious around people , esp people I REALLY like . I’m insecure as heck , if someone is vague ( just because , idk , it was a lazy day for them ) I think at least 10 different reason why probably that person hates me now . I’m a bit dumb 26 year old baby .......... but I’m very aware that is completely on me . I’m a mess.......  so , what was the question again ??? ... I , yeah ... it’s a kinda . but I try , at least haha.
That’s about it, congrats for filling out!
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lunawings · 5 years
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King of Prism SSS Episode 9 commentary (Alexander)
FINALLY!!!!! Finally I can talk about a few big things from this series I have been dying to talk about....
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...............What did I sign myself up for. 
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A quick rundown of what it says here: More and more people are becoming interested in the street-style and choosing to be street-style stars since the Prism King Cup. In the graph, the gold portion is academy-style and the silver is street-style, before -> after the Prism King Cup. Below it points out that Kazuki and Hiro’s “sparking” scores from the Prism King Cup (the Prism Watch data) were equal and suggests Schwartz Rose needs to step up their game in the street category. 
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Every time I laugh at this. 
Every time I feel kinda bad afterwards. 
But
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So Ace was entered as an official participant. It says “reserve”, but still. I guess that may have helped to make Joji’s score possible and not break the system. 
(In between writing my episode 5 commentary post and now, I got to read the interview with the director in spoon2Di where he confirmed that Joji’s high score was only because Ace joined in what was supposed to be a solo show.)
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Flashy, huh. We’re going with flashy this time for “charachara”.... Okay. (Better than gaudy I guess.)
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I love this so much. Kakeru coming outside just to watch Taiga exercise and get all sweaty and all that. I wonder how long he stood there. Or rather I wonder how long he watched with binoculars after heading back inside. 
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I’m such a dumbass. After episode 3 aired someone pointed out that this is Taiga’s mom vs. Alec’s mom, and my excuse for not noticing then was that it’s in the background and such. (Can’t pause the movie in the theater and didn’t think to check it afterwards.) But here the camera actually pans over them slowly, so yeah I have no excuse. 
But regardless. Amazing!! 
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Another thing I didn’t catch in the theater. But I have never had a reason to know the Japanese word for asthma before. I’m glad that gave him an actual reason for being sickly instead of just.... sickly child syndrome. 
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As long as you’re happy, Victoria. 
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But really though, their relationship is pretty damn interesting. 
I wonder if she knows he borrowed her clothes. 
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No I don’t know why these grown-ass men have nothing better to do than pick on an actual seven year old child...............
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So uh. This line confused me for the longest time. The way he says it, I really thought he was giving “Daikokuno” as another last name and I thought it was some kind of DJ KOO reference I didn’t get or something. 
But thanks to Crunchyroll I finally realized.... ITS A PLACE. He’s just saying where he’s from, and that’s how Alexander is able to find him. GOOD LORD IM SUCH A DUMBASS.......... Another point for Crunchyroll. 
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HE BIKED ALL THE WAY FROM YOKOSUKA TO YOKOHAMA
Okay so now that I have the luxury to pause this, as soon as I did I opened up Google Maps in another window, zoomed in and....
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WELL THEN 
At least I finally know where it is
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BUT DAAAAAMN
Fuck asthma am I right
It wouldn’t give me the cycling time, but yeah, you can imagine. 
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They only have this one image of Rei doing a jump and gosh darn they are gonna use it to the fullest. 
So during this scene and the next people cheer for Rei in the theater, but nobody really knows what color he is. There was a whole lot of variation at the beginning before people (in Nagoya at least) finally settled on red. (For the flames maybe? I don’t know if it’s official.....)
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Alexander actually had a flashback to this moment on Prism Rush during the Road to SSS 9 event. I reblogged it recently on my @prism-rush blog trying to disguise it as part of my Alexander birthday spam. (It wasn’t.)
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YEAHHHHHHHHHHH BOY
So if you have no idea where the heck this egg came from and what it is..... Rainbow Live.
But anyway. 
I can finally FINALLY talk about this!!! Even though I knew it would probably be all over Twitter, I really wanted to protect this spoiler on Tumblr if I could. It was such a big deal to me when I saw it in the theater and I really wanted you guys to have the opportunity to be as blown away as I was. I could not possibly think of anything to say about it that wouldn’t be a hint, so all I could say all this time was just that Alexander’s episode has “a surprise” in it.... SURPRISE!!!
But yeah, when I saw this for the first time I thought it just came out of NOWHERE. Total shock! I thought this was not predictable at all!
But then it hit me. All of a sudden I remembered something. Something important.
Again, in Road to SSS event 9....
So, for folks who follow my @prism-rush blog, remember that one Alexander PR where he was looking into a box? And nobody knew what was in the box? But  there was something weird following him? I even mentioned it and my confusion over it in my summary of that event. WELL GUESS WHAT.
We finally know what was in the box don’t we.  
I asked a friend to see the card story to fill in the blanks and see if there were any obvious hints to what was going on at the time, and it’s just mentioned as a strange animal he picked up. Alexander struggles with what to do and not really wanting to take care of it, but then he asks himself what Rei would do..... (Whether he could see Momo at that time, I do not know ahah....)
So in the beginning after seeing Part 1 in theaters I said on Tumblr that the Road to SSS events from Prism Rush didn’t have much to do with the SSS anime, and most of them didn’t and still don’t. All of course except for Road to SSS 9, just that one, which ended up being way more important than I would have ever imagined. And this isn’t even the only reason either, there is also--
SO UH anyway Road to SSS 9 took place in June, so this flashback is taking place in June DURING Road to SSS 9. A very roundabout way to dating the episode, but really cool. I like how Road to SSS was significant after all. 
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And another surprise for me. In the theatrical version he’s not glowing here. They wanted to emphasize that he’s powering up I suppose eheh. I was really freaking out about this in the stream chat. SO COOL.
To the right of his little dragon house you’ll see some “dorayaki” because.....
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Although they never actually mention it in the anime, his name is Dorachi. (Confirmed on Twitter.) 
(Note: Dorayaki is also the favorite food of classic Japanese character Doraemon.) 
Even though Dorachi doesn’t talk in this episode, in the theatrical special video for Alexander he talks A LOT. An UNFAIR amount. So much I do not remember most of what he said since I only saw it once and it went by so fast. 
But his real name is very long (like the manager names from PriPara) and he talks about spreading the prism sparkle. I’m sorry, that’s honestly all I remember right now.
Will he show up again in the main anime before the end?
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(Okay yes.)
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And at least they gave you guys was a bit of original(??) art of him in the new ending. 
WHATEVER THEY MAKE OF THIS CHARACTER I WILL BUY IT 
Okay moving on....... 
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Urrgh..... okay so.............. When I first was watching this with you guys in the stream I was like UGH because I don’t think “flashy” fits here at all. I really wished they had stuck with “playboy” since it would work better with this scene. 
But then when I watched it again, I realized they already used “flashy” once in this episode to describe Kazuki’s sweater, and it did kinda work there. 
If we go back to my episode 3 commentary, my main complaint with Crunchyroll’s  translation of “charachara” was actually less about the words they used, and more about how it just wasn’t consistent. 
This episode..... is consistent.
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Another point for Crunchyroll. 
I officially cannot complain about the subs in this episode. 
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Another little thing in SSS I have spent way too much time thinking over is how Joji got here. 
In every episode up until now, it’s always been Louis seen walking beside Jin like his pet. But in this episode. JUST THIS EPISODE.... it’s Joji instead. 
I think the reason is because Louis is performing next, so he has to rest (since he’s not exactly in the condition he once was.....) So Joji scooped up the opportunity. 
Whatever the reason, I find it really interesting. 
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HERE IT IS
My all time favorite Alexander face
In a weird way I actually think he’s cuter here than in the Prism King Cup
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This song.... was not quite what I was expecting for Alec, but I love it. No part of me anticipated he’d just launch into a ballad but WOW. I just love how they picked something that really shows off his beautiful voice like this. Alexander is in my top three singing voices in King of Prism (1: Hiro, 2: Taiga, 3: Alexander) so I loved hearing him belting this out. 
Now time for my like.... 4th(?) embarrassing confession in this post.... I had no idea this song was a cover until like AN HOUR before this episode aired. You guys were playing TRF songs in the stream, the original came on, and while y’all were like “what should we watch next” I was sitting there like “!!!!!!!!FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF”
Well, it’s a new song to me. And I think it’s perfect for him. 
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Poor Joji and his inconveniently timed fruit. 
He finally gets to spend time with Jin, and he just can’t get a break. 
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I love the generation gap here. Kazuki’s existence has been so big to Taiga he can only think of Kazuki. But Kazuki and Hijiri are able notice the subtle differences that make this an OG Rei move. 
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I could certainly spend a whole lot of text speculating why Alexander did not change into his battle suit, but I won’t waste your time and just admit I have no idea. I’m glad he doesn’t, since it keeps the spotlight on Alexander since HE CAN’T PERFORM ONE GODDAMN SHOW WITHOUT TAIGA BARGING IN ON HIM BUT MMMRGGHGHG
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TAIGA YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER
Yeah I was SO MAD about this when I first saw it at the midnight showing.
A lot of people change to green when Taiga comes out, but I do not. This is the only battle where I cheer for Alexander the whole time.  
Not only was I mad at Taiga for being so dumb, but just mad at the whole concept of Taiga barging into Alexander’s one show to do basically the same jumps we saw in Pride the Hero again..... 
But.....
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Nowadays I forgive my idiot son. And I hope you do too. 
This wasn’t the moment I forgave him. No, that’s coming later. I was mad at him for an entire month. But yeah. 
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He’s just so confident and everyone believes in him................................
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So Alexander breaks the street-style curse and gets a damn good score. Higher than Taiga’s original score. 
But just like Joji’s score was due to Ace, I can’t help but think Alexander’s score was a good deal due to Taiga.........
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I had a feeling this would happen. 
I knew long before Part 3. 
Even back when I had only just seen Part 1.... I just knew the tables would turn in this episode. 
Maybe it would be difficult to guess by watching week-to-week, but for me having Alexander’s episode as the last episode of the theatrical Part 3 just seemed like it would be WAAAAAY too much of a coincidence otherwise. So I had a strong feeling Schwarz would come out ahead at the end of this one. (I didn’t guess the reason would be because Taiga would get a penalty, but yeah.) And especially because the performances are kind of out of order to make this work? Up until now I thought all of the Schwarz Rose boys performed first, but Yu was up before Alec? And Louis is up next. Maybe it wasn’t a guaranteed thing that the Schwarz Boys always go first, but I noticed it.  
So up until now score has not mattered much as Edel Rose has just sailed on though. But now it does. It matters a lot. 
So this is the second surprise of this episode, and why I was saying it’s the beginning of the chain of events that lead to the end.
But about score mattering now, one of the reasons I have been questioning Taiga’s score the whole time is because I knew this was going to happen. So I just.... I just hope Taiga’s score wasn’t lower to begin with on purpose for mathematical reasons so they could get their desired progression of the overall score or something. IDK.
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I don’t blame Rei for not figuring it out right away. Even though I KNOW this is Alexander, I still have trouble connecting his younger and older selves. I mean, getting muscular doesn’t make your eye shape completely change does it....?
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Poor Kazuki. He doesn’t care.
So if I interpreted this episode correctly.... 
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This was Alexander’s official transition from an antagonist to a protagonist. (Or just to a normal rival at least.)
During the first two movies and for a good long time of Prism Rush, he always played the part of the villain. But once Road to SSS started that began to change. We saw him reminiscing about Rei, making awkward conversation with Louis, struggling over forming a duo with Joji, etc. So I had a strong feeling they were taking his character in this direction, but this right here was the official turning point I believe. 
No more destroying stadiums. From now on he’ll be spreading the prism sparkle with Dorachi. 
And still trying to beat Kazuki but you know. 
So I don’t have a source handy (if someone challenges me to find one I’ll dig it up) but I remember I read one time that Alexander was actually originally a character that was only created for the first movie. But then they realized they had to keep him on when he was just so popular. 
So if you have ever supported Alexander, this episode was for you. Fans make King of Prism possible. 
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So.... one more thing I guess. Something I learned from the Minato episode was that even if I ignore controversy and specifically state I don’t want to talk about it, it still finds its way into my inbox anyhow. So I might as well get this over with I guess. 
After Young of Prism Alexander was revealed to have light skin, someone told me a theory that mixed race children are sometimes born with lighter skin which darkens as they grow older. So up until her design was revealed, I had always imagined Alexander’s mother as a black woman. 
So yeah. I don’t know the reason for his darker skin color now. 
But I’d like to point out that in this episode being pale was associated with being weak and unhealthy, while darker skin was associated with being healthy and strong and just leave it at that. 
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And thus ends Part 3. 
Next week begins.................. what I have been dreading for a long time............
So...................
So up until now I have been pretty tight-lipped about spoilers. But once episode 10 airs, the floodgates will pretty much be open. Episode 10 and episode 11 are so connected it’s really hard to talk about one without the other. I mean, once you know about episode 10, I seriously might as well. So after episode 10 airs, at the bottom of my commentary post and after a warning I plan to share some episode 11 spoilers. 
Because I have been through this......
And I know how it’s gonna make you guys feel......
And since I was lucky enough to get some answers right away, I’m going to give you guys those same answers for those who want them so you don’t have to just sit on episode 10 for a week. I am not that kind of a monster. I won’t put you guys through that. 
So after episode 10 ends, take a deep breath, cry it out if you need to, and get some tea. 
I know how you’re gonna be feeling. I know. Don’t send me a panicked anon ask right away. Give me a little time. Hold on. 
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PLANTING GARDENS IN GRAVES // Roger Taylor x Reader // Two-Shot Story (2/2)
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Part ½: Death on Two Legs
Part 2/2: Planting Gardens in Graves (title inspired by r.h. Sin)
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Wordcount: 4k
About the Title: The title is inspired by a book called “Planting Gardens in Graves” by r.h. Sin, but not really related to the contents of the poetry book itself. So yeah, not my title lovies.
Note: This took so long, very sorry. I’m debating with myself whether which is better way to start this part between my two drafts (for a whole week, yes). Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading! (also I accidentally posted this earlier and boy I’m really sorry about that)
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Every single hour, Roger seems to cross your mind. Even if you have distracted yourself from memorizing the procedure more, hell you can dictate it while sleeping, he still somehow manage to slip in.
‘Like? Like me? That’s a weird combination of words, especially that it’s for me.’ You said to yourself.
The laboratory practice had ended and you had finished it with flying colours. No mistakes or troubles, heck you did memorize the procedures by heart, of course you’re going to ace it with Roger. But he seems like acing everything he likes.
Since then, he started walking you back to your dorm. You never really agreed to this with him, but it always seems too late to speak about it when he’s already out there, waiting for you. Most of the time he waits outside your last class if it weren’t Biochemistry—for god knows how he found that out. Then he’ll offer to walk you home, you would say no, he don’t need to do it and you don’t want him around yet he still follows you behind; catching up to your side and talking to you absentmindedly about his day or something he is annoyed about. You rarely spoke back; it didn’t seem to be important.
“Roger, you can just leave me alone.” You said to him as soon as you saw him standing before the door of the room.
“I don’t want to.” He replied pressing hard onto the two t’s between want and to.
“You don’t need to walk me home Roger. I’m a grown up. It’s not like you’re my father.” You said as rolled your eyes at him.
“But I want to.” He replied like a whine later on. You would walk faster to reach your home to avoid further discussions with him. With everyday you walk with him, you should be comfortable with his presence but the more time you spend with him it looks like you grew an uncontrollable discomfort towards him. It’s not that you hated him, it’s just your socializing issues.
And then starts another habit of him; waiting outside your dorm early in the morning, with breakfast on a paper bag and he would give it you once you open the entrance door.
“No thanks, Roger. I already ate.” You answered him and his disappointment is plastered in his face the whole way to university. Although some days, he would offer a cup of coffee to you but you hold your hands up to refuse, and that leaves him with a full two cup of coffees to fuel himself for the whole day. He ended up having palpitations and feeling nauseous after so he never bothered to try bring a coffee once again.
Some mornings; since he discovered you don’t skip breakfast, he would bring flower instead. One stem of rose each day, or a daisy, or if he’s feeling different he would also bring sunflowers. It depends on his mood, but you’d shake your head no to him.
“Roger first of all, this is a waste.” You said after you reached for the flower. “Second, I don’t like or want it. But thank you anyways.” You’ll continue and then he would walk beside you with a wide smile as if he had won a lottery, no, as if he had found the love of his life to spend the rest of his life with. He would try to repeat it as it makes him happy whenever you acknowledge him, or simply thank him. It wasn’t annoying, but sure it was disturbing to you. You hated attention and that’s all you’ve been receiving from Roger.
As soon as finals week began, you told Roger to at least not walk you home. Less distractions for you and more focus on your academics, or just to have a valid excuse to avoid his presence. He agreed with that considering it is very important to you.
He asks few questions in the morning, trying to simulate your brain for the exam. You’d answer him and he’s glad with that kind if interaction, rather content with it. It inspires him for the whole day.
In laboratory written examination, laboratory partners are separated so he is across the room and it gave you enough focus and it kept Roger from being distracted with your presence. To be honest, it’s not a problem if Roger had stopped walking to after your classes but it did bother you. You become used to being his side every afternoon, walking back home, but when that thought crossed your mind, you thought that you’re being selfish. Giving him small hopes for your affection. Eventually, you thought that maybe if you persuade him to not fetch you in the morning, he would stop walking with you and fully giving up. You considered that.
In Roger’s side, summer is around the corner and he solely focused on his band whilst still tries to get your attention. He popped his head once in your few last classes one afternoon. “Hi Y/N!” He greets you cheerfully. And planning to ask you out to go on their band rehearsal.
“Hey.”
“I can’t walk you home today. I’m really sorry.” He apologized and you frowned.
“You didn’t need to walk me home anytime Roger. You don’t need to apologize for that.” You replied.
“Uh, but I want to.” He stuttered. “You think you want to join me and my friends rehearse?” You politely decline his offer and went home alone that day. He was indeed disappointed but he knew there was no chance of you actually going. But he didn’t think that a little hope would disappoint him this much. Needless to say, he was very hurt.
Summer came, there’s no interaction between you and Roger. It gave you time to peacefully think and enjoy your alone time but in the mid-summer, you felt lonely. Realization hit you. How you felt lonely for years before Roger pestered you. How he made you feel happy and appreciated during the times you were with him. But you can’t use him for your happiness, can you? It would be unfair to him.
You were walking in the grocery store, grabbing few snacks to survive the week. It was boring. All you did was read books and you felt extremely lonely so you tried going out for a while. Food shopping seems to be the best solution so you did went to the grocery.
“Hey death on two legs!” You turned around to the familiar voice. It was the one with the black long hair, rather the guy from the left.
“Oh hi.” You respond awkwardly with the nickname.
“Roger had never shut up about you since he met you. He speaks about you 24-7! It’s much worse, he’s my roommate!” He exclaimed but a bit of a joke sounding.
“Oh. I’m sorry then.”
“Oh no darling, it’s alright! I just want to tell you how much he likes you and how much he misses you right now that twenty four hours each day is not enough for him to babble things about you.” You blushed at his remark. You were the next on in the line. The cashier had called you out and you walked directly to the cashier.
“Darling, if you don’t mind can you please give me your number so I could pass it to Rog?” He asked and handed you a small note and pen. You half smiled and took it to write your number down.
“Thanks Y/N!” He said as he got it back.
“No problem…” You were half embarrassed to yourself that you forgot his name, but glad that he didn’t seem to notice it. Frank? Ferdie?
Hours later when you got home, the telephone rang. You hesitated on answering it, fully sure that Roger’s probably the one who’s calling. You reached for the phone and brought it to your ears.
“Hi Y/N!” That voice you heard wasn’t Roger’s; it was the one you met at the grocery store. You were hit with disappointment like a wave. As if he sensed it on the other line, “Sorry for disappointing you honey, but Roger is being a bitch, so I decided to not give him your number.” He spoke an you chuckled lightly as you heard a groan behind the call. Roger did not believe that Freddie got your number; you were not the one who would give that easily. So the moment Freddie speaks through the phone, he thought he was just pretending.
“But I think you’d rather come by instead.” He said and he dictated their address. You wrote it on a piece of paper behind your telephone thinking that maybe it would come in handy. “So that’s all darling! Hope you have a good day!” He said then he drops the line.
‘I must have seriously missed that jerk and considering that you kept the note.’ You thought to yourself. But it will take all your pride to actually show up in their doorstep. With reason or none.
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It was hot, you were sweating and you hated this kind of weather. You opened your windows and not-too-chill wind entered your dorm. It’s tolerable at least. You stepped towards your kitchen and prepared a breakfast, rather an early lunch for you. And of course, a tea. Soon you found yourself on your couch again, for almost every day, this couch is your only companion. Hell, summer is going to end soon and you didn’t even do anything ‘fun’. You laughed at the sound of fun inside your head. You haven’t had that since years ago or did you had a little of them with Roger’s presence. Did you?
Few weeks to go before a new term begins. Maybe I could go back to my parent’s home? Visit for few days? You laughed at yourself with the thought again. And then what? See my old friends with their eyes dropping on me screaming “pathetic.” I guess no. You sighed realizing how really pathetic you are right now.
You looked over the clock hanging on your wall. Not even a minute had passed since you sat. Should I visit Roger? I’m really really really bored. You stood up and went to the bathroom to get ready. The whole time, you heart was racing fast. What ifs danced behind your mind.
What if he’s not home? What if he’s busy? What if he has another visitor? Or maybe he’s not interested in you anymore. If he was then maybe he would have at least showed his ass there even for once for the previous weeks. You were in the middle of wearing your clothes when you stop. Pity you. Lonely again, lonely forever.
As you finished dressing up, you sat on the edge of your bed, having second thoughts about going to Roger’s. Maybe you shouldn’t because you might bother him. But soon after debating with yourself, you gave up on your over thinking session and picked up your purse to hurry outside.
There are plenty of places to go when you’re bored; like library, coffee shops, parks, boutiques, and more. But for a person like you, you always opted for peace, which distracts you from your chaotic mind, a little. A bookstore or library is good for more moments of silence, as if you never had enough of them. So your feet brought you to the nearest bookstore. You scanned the shelves looking for interesting titles or covers. They say “do not judge the book by its cover”, yet you are here doing it. After an hour of constant gliding of your fingers to the spine of each books, ou gave up looking for one and just went to the cashier to buy a newspaper and left. Bookstore made you even more frustrated; nothing to buy, and nothing to turn your attention into.
Your feet started walking and it take wherever in the city but when you came across to a music store, you stopped on your tracks and entered it. You went straight to classics. Pianos. You needed some to calm your chaotic mind. You chose a record of Chopin and another random one before heading to the cashier to pay.
Just before you passed the records to the man behind the counter, a hand landed on your shoulder startled you.
“Sorry Y/N!” The man said instantly and chuckled. The voice of a man that made your mind a mess.
“Oh, hi Roger.” You said and you properly passed the record to the cashier. Roger was amused with your greeting. He wasn’t expecting a nice and welcoming sound from you.
“Hey Y/N, what are you up to?” He asked and you pouted directly to the record that’s being wrapped.
“Chopin? Really?” He asked and you moved your gaze at him and glared. “Sorry it’s just that… that’s your type of music?” He asked again.
“Yes.” You muttered. Because you are noisy inside my mind.
“And you? Beetles?” You asked in rude way and raised your eyebrow at him.
“Uhh, yeah.”
“See? The kind of uncomfortableness you feel when someone indirectly criticizes your choice of music.” You replied as he too paid for his record.
“So sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting you to have that taste.” He nervously laughed. “What are you doing after?”
“Getting a coffee.” You said. A coffee?! You didn’t even plan on getting a fucking coffee! Your mind went south. Did I sound like I’m inviting him to come? Was that too needy?
“Can I come?” He asked, looking somewhat desperate and you stopped yourself from panicking then a small smile formed in your lips.
“Yeah no problem.” You replied as both of you left the store and stroll to find a café.
On the counter, you insisted to pay for Roger’s coffee too. “It’s just because you have maybe spent too much before for those flowers and morning snacks.” You reasoned out.
“You don’t owe me anything. It’s really alright.” He replied as he tries to shove his money to the cashier but you’re holding his arm to prevent it. You gave an apologetic look to the cashier before turning your eyes back to Roger.
“But I want to. I stopped you before but you didn’t, so let me, please?” You gave him your puppy eyes that were never used ever since and he was instantly stunned. He wished that it would last forever. And you took that opportunity to pay for the bill. You gave a cheeky smile at him and led him to an empty seat.
“Oh no you’re doing too many things today, you are freaking me out.” Roger said as he sat in front of you.
“What?”
“You doing that eyes thing, and you smiling. Too many improvements today, I love it!” He said to you and your forehead crinkled. You realized that you’re having too much fun today. Oh there’s the word again. Is this really the effect of his presence to me? How much did he actually change in you? Your mind was once again clouded with thoughts. You snapped back in reality when the waitress served your coffees on your table. Although it made your forehead fold when he gave Roger a knowing glance. Okay, was that jealousy? You thought to yourself.
“Excuse me.” You said as you stood up heading to the restroom’s direction, you talking to yourself in the back of your mind. What the hell we’re you thinking? So what if the waitress is flirting with the man you’re with? You’re not even on a date. You sighed to your reflection in the mirror. Here we go again, the pathetic moments in you. You walked back to your table with Roger. It was full of silence, it was awkward to you, but it was comfortable to him.
“Rog I want to go home. Thank you for the time.” You said standing up.
“We didn’t even talked.” He said frowning.
“Ah, yeah sorry, maybe next time?” Your mind was panicking as you pick your cup and your belongings and quickly exit the café. Roger did not catch up behind, you were walking—no, running too fast.
That day, your mind drifted back to Roger once again during the night. You had let yourself do some ‘accepting or rejecting’ with all what happened and as when you were all set up to get to sleep, your brain screams Roger and there you couldn’t fall asleep.
You decided to write. Write your feelings instead. Maybe it will help you get some things off your mind.
Hi Roger. I like you. Then you crumpled the paper and threw it to the trash. And since that, you started asking yourself questions, more likely shouting those questions to yourself in exasperatedly manner.
“What’s the perfect first line?”
“Why are you thinking like you’re going to give this to him?”
You stopped yourself there. If writing your feelings about Roger would help ease your clouded mind? Will it help to silence your heart if you send this to him?
You started writing again.
Roger, I don’t know what you do to me. You crumpled and three it again.
“What the hell! Why is this so hard?” You screamed to yourself. And you sighed. Roger Taylor your serious effect on me is killing every inch of me.
Again.
You put your mind aside and let your heart talk. If you want to really have peace with this the letter should come from your stupid heart, in that way it would be sincere. Your mind will regret it later, but your heart wont.
Soon after you finished the letter, you folded it in half and insert it in the envelope; then sealed it with a wax seal. You addressed the envelope to Roger’s name and took the paper containing their address.
You stood from your chair and grab your coat. You glanced on your wristwatch. 10 pm. It’s definitely okay to walk around this late. You comforted yourself, though your heart raced again from nervousness about walking alone this late at night, and of course the letter itself.
You stepped outside and mumbles their street in your head countless of times. You know that street; just few blocks away. It took you full ten minutes to find their apartment; a three storey house. You slipped the envelope on their mail and walked back home. Your heart still racing as fast as before until you fell asleep on your bed.
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Dear Roger,
I wanted to say I had so much fun spending time with you.
I’ve never actually felt this since a really long time and if I’m being honest, I disliked your eagerness but in the end it’s one thing about you that I admire the most. You never give up, and it’s a really good personality when you’re pursuing someone.
During those days you pick me up in the morning, or babble random topics in class, and walk me back home, I don’t like you then but I’m alright with your presence. I found myself longing for that when summer came, when I almost never saw you again.
You never really came in the best time; you caught me at really bad, dark, and lonely moments of my life; to the point where I would consider myself dead, not literally, but since you called me death on two legs, I guess you get it.
You planted gardens in this grave you know? You never left pieces of you because in the end, each and every of them would grow. You planted happiness in my lonely life, and instead to move on from it, I started looking and accepting it. I have never ever felt complete once again, and it only shows when I am with you.
Thanks to those lonely summers without you, I’ve come to realized this.
Love, Y/N
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Roger stood up from the dining chair and bumps on the dining table that caused to spill Freddie’s tea.
“Roger! What are you doing?” Freddie hissed.
“It’s Y/N!” He said as he waves the paper in the air with excitement.
“What?”
“A letter from Y/N!” He screamed again, happiness is overflowing in his whole body.
“If that’s a confession then I would be happy for you. If not, shut up please.”
“IT IS!” Roger shouted then and Freddie stood up quickly to jump with Roger.
“How did this thing get here?” Roger wondered out loudly and stopped on this feet. “If this is a prank Fred, I’m going to kill you.” He said nervously and stares up to Freddie.
“No! I told Y/N our address, remember?” He replied cheekily.
“What!?”
“It’s was Y/N’s number I dialed before. No lies darling!” He replied.
“Oh shit!”
“Now go off and get your princess there!” Freddie said as he waves his hand shoving Roger off.
“Yes yes yes I will!” Roger ran. He made it to the door of your dorm in less than ten minutes, in which a normal pace could get you there from his apartment. He knocked or more like banged your door. He was thrilled, excited, if they say butterflies are in your stomach, hell the wings felt like there were angels instead. But ten minutes of knocking, still you weren’t out.
He overthought about the situation. Analyzed what happened. If he were just imagining things. But he glanced down on the paper he’s holding, there lies your confession. He was scared for the moment. What if you confessed your feelings because you were leaving? You’re never the one to tell someone your feelings that easy. What if you planned on confessing right before you’d leave? But why would she leave? Roger thought. But all of it was pushed aside when he hears footsteps towards him and he quickly looked where the sound came from. It was you; an eyebrow is raised to the sight of Roger, and his visible sweat in his shiny face.
“What are you doing here?” You asked and your eyes fell to his hands where his fingers clutch the paper in him. Your lips formed a small smile and looks back at him.
“This… uh…” Roger stuttered as he lightly backed away from the door and you unlocked it.
“Come inside?” You asked when the door opened. He nodded and steps inside as quickly as possible as if you’d shut it close before he could get inside. You chuckled at his actions.
“I-Y/N?”
“Hmm?”
“Is this all true?” He asked as he raise and waves the paper to you. You focused your vision to the paper and frowned.
“What’s that?” You asked as you bit your lower lip stopping yourself from smiling.
“Oh, was this not you?” He asked and he sounded so disappointed; very disappointed.
“Oh yeah, it was my heart.” You replied and started to walk towards your room. He stumbles as he follows behind you.
“What really?” and his mood changes instantly. His voice sounded squeaky and his legs felt like a jelly. “Can I hug you?” He asked when he held your wrist to stop you.
“Yeah?” He pulled you and engulfed you with a hug.
“I can’t believe this.” He whispered. “This doesn’t seem to be enough.” He added and you felt his lips grazing your ear.
“I know what you want.” You replied chuckling.
“Hmm yeah? Can I?” He asked lightly pulling his face away to look at you.
“No.” You said and laughed. He nuzzles his face on your shoulder.
“Damn it.” You laughed more. “But really? Planting gardens in graves? Funny metaphor. But I like it.”
“You do?”
“Yes. What have I planted in you besides happiness?” He asked, hands never leaving your body.
“Love.” You replied and smile.
“You sure you don’t want to kiss me? Because I’m hella sure this is where the part we need to do so.” He reassured and you laughed at him.
“I’m sure you could plant various of things to me—” you stopped when he snorted and started laughing. You hit his chest when you realized what he was thinking about. “But I would appreciate if we go slow. Let them grow before planting a new one.” You said and you held him closer to you. “And I think hug is enough for now.”
Roger did not complain. In fact, he’s already contented finally having you to him, no matter how very slow paced everything your relationship with him.
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Tag: @rtyler19 @rogxrtaylxr —if I’m honest, I’m still thrilled with tagging omg, Lmao thanks!! (sorry for second tag? I accidentally posted this earlier but I wanna keep my words.)
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StarChild Assassin Part 19!
I’m actually getting sad that this is ending. It’s been so much fun writing it and I hope you all will still enjoy reading it after it’s done~
~Shandi
Eric, Peter and Paul prepare to start their new lives.
LIPS LIKE POISON Part 19
Elegance truly was as good as her word. A few days later reports about the Brooklyn Wildcat’s ‘death’ were all over the news and in the papers. Everything was so thorough Eric even started to believe it himself. Now it was time to say goodbye to New York. He and Paul had packed up what little things they wanted to take with them in boxes ready to put into the trunk Eric’s car. “Before we leave..” Paul said as he taped up his last box. “..there’s some people I’d like to say goodbye to. If you don’t mind..” Eric smiled. “Sure, baby. Just..try not to stay out too late? I wanna leave tonight.” Paul nodded, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. “I promise, Pussy-Cat~” Grabbing his keys he laughed, leaving a flustered blushing boyfriend behind.
Paul hesitated slightly before knocking on Ace’s door. He never knew what that man’s schedule was like so he was never sure if he’d be home or not. He knocked again a little harder. “Alright I’m comin’ already!!” he heard Ace yell faintly. Paul couldn’t help but smirk when the door opened. Ace looked completely disheveled with his shirt half undone, random strands of hair shooting out every which way and very noticeable love bites on his neck and part of his chest. “Ohhh..hey, Paulie~ Wasn’t expectin’ ya!” 
“Obviously~ Am I interrupting~?” 
“Ahhh..kinda…not gonna lie..” 
“Oh..I’m sorry. I won’t keep you then. I..just wanted to say goodbye.” Ace frowned. “G’bye? You goin’ somewhere?” Paul nodded slowly. “I’m sure you heard the news. Eric and I have decided to leave New York.” Ace sighed and looked down at the floor. “Yeah it’s uh..too bad about Petey-Cat. I’ll miss the bastard. I just..wish I coulda said goodbye properly..” Paul fidgeted with his hair. “That’s..another reason why I came. I..want you to know that Peter is okay..he just can’t live the life that he’d been living anymore. He wanted me to tell you that he’s sorry..and he’ll contact you as soon as he’s able to.” 
“Wait..he’s still alive..?”
“Yes..just in hiding. We’re taking him away from here.” 
“Well..fuck me..” Ace ran a hand through his messy hair, looking as if he were on the verge of tears. “..t-that’s good, Paulie..that’s good. Take care of him for me will ya? And tell him..apology accepted.” Paul smiled. “Don’t you worry..I will~” Tommy then peeked out from the hallway entrance with the cutest pout on his face. “Aaaaaace when are you coming back to be–oh. Hi, Paul..”
“Hellooooo Tommy~” 
Ace had the biggest grin on his face. “I won’t be too much longer, Baby boy~ Keep them sheets nice an’ warm for me~” Tommy blushed and nodded. “O-okay..sorry..” He waved again before ducking back. Paul laughed. “He is so adorable~ I’m happy for you two..and I’m gonna miss you so much.” Ace pulled him close and kissed him. “Gonna miss you too, Paulie~ Call me when you get to wherever you’re goin’ hah? Lemme know you got there safely.” He hugged Ace tightly. “I promise you I will. Take care of yourselves will you? I don’t wanna have to come back here and shake my finger at you~” Ace cackled. “Get on outta here ya bitch! Love ya!” 
“Love you too, Acey~” Paul blew him a kiss as he went back to the elevator. 
When Paul returned he spotted a familiar looking black limo parked in front of the building. It didn’t surprise him that Gene was there early. Elegance welcomed him with a smile when he walked up to the door. “You’re just in time~ Genie and I were just bringing over the essentials.” He raised an eyebrow. ‘Genie?’ Well they’d certainly gotten close quickly hadn’t they? They went into the kitchen where Gene was discussing things with Eric. “Don’t worry about your belongings. I’ll have them shipped over to your new place. Everything is prepared according to the details you and Peter specified. Your plane tickets are ready..you just need to pick them up at Kennedy. There’s a car ready for you at your destination. Your identities are ready and your jobs have been secured. The rest is up to you.” Even though Paul had been working with Gene for a few years he was still amazed at his ability to cover every base imaginable. He took Gene’s arm and pressed his cheek against his shoulder. “I know we’ll probably stay in contact but..I’m going to miss seeing you work. You won’t forget me will you?” Gene laughed. “I don’t see how that’s even possible~ When things are more stable for you I can even come to visit if you like.” 
“I would like. Very much~” 
“You’ll be alright now. You’ll have what you wanted.”
“Thanks to you..as usual~” He kissed Gene’s cheek. “I’ll be seeing you around, Demon~” Eric placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You ready to get going? We still have to pick Peter up.” 
“Y-yeah..I’m ready..” 
Elegance hugged them both. “You’ll do fine~ If anything goes wrong, which we doubt, we’ll contact you immediately. In the meantime just lay low for a while when you get to where you're staying. I’m sure you’ve both had plenty of practice. Fox will meet up with you when you make contact with Mr. Criss. Good luck to both of you and safe travels~” They all waved to each other one last time before going their separate ways. 
Bruce offered Peter a place to stay until he left the city. With his belongings already taken care of all that was left to do was make a change to his appearance. Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror he sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. “So long..” he said, opening the boxes of hair color. In the living room Bruce was strumming random notes on his guitar when he heard a knock at his door. Couldn’t be them. It was too early. He looked through the peephole and spotted a familiar mass of fluffy hair. “Son of a bitch..” he mused, opening the door. “Well look who’s come to see me. Must be my lucky night~” Fox chuckled and shook his head as he was let inside. “Don’t flatter yourself, big man. You know who I’m here for.” Bruce set his guitar down on the couch. “He’s in the bathroom, little Vixen so you’re stuck with me for now. I was told about all the shit that went on. I really should be pissed at you for layin’ me out. Not once but twice. But..I gotta admit it was pretty hot~”
“You think being beat up by me is hot?” 
“I think you’re hot~” 
“You have peculiar tastes.” 
Bruce settled his hands on the spy’s hips and pulled him closer. “What’s peculiar about it? We’ve got no reason to be at each other’s throats now, right?” Fox shrugged. “No..I suppose we don’t. But if you know about me then you know what I do. Relationships aren’t exactly a high priority in my line of work.” Bruce laughed. “Hey, I’m not expectin’ moonlight and blushes. Maybe just..gettin’ together once in a while and havin’ a good time~” Fox moved his head in a way that made his fluffy curls bounce. “I..I can’t promise anything but..maybe I will stop by sometime if the mood strikes me~” He shuddered slightly, feeling Bruce’s hands move lower and squeeze his ass. “Then I can only hope that mood strikes often~” Another knock on the door interrupted them. “Must be them..” Bruce sighed and went to the door to let Paul and Eric in. “Welcome to my humble abode, gentlemen. Grab a seat and make yourselves comfortable. The Boss is probably gonna be in the bathroom for a while.” Eric waved to Fox as he wandered over to the couch. “Hey this guitar is nice! Is this a Les Paul?” Bruce sat down next to him as his prized possession was admired. “Yeah it is. You know about guitars?” Eric nodded. “More about drums but yeah! I’ve been around music all my life. If I see a beautiful piece I gotta fawn over it~” While they talked music Paul watched them with a smile. “They’re cute aren’t they~?” Fox found himself blushing. “After all that’s happened between Bruce and I..would I be crazy if I said yes?” Paul patted his shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with finding love where you least expect it~”
Peter came out of the bathroom a couple of hours later, sporting a newly colored, slightly damp mane of black hair. “That took longer than I wanted it to..but how’s it look?” Eric nodded in approval. “Black hair looks good on you! Heck, I might try it myself sometime~” Paul gasped. “ERIC SINGER! If you ever cut or dye all of that beautiful hair I will leave you!” 
“Babe, you wouldn’t!” 
“Don’t test me!” 
“Ugh babe you hurt me!” 
Peter covered his laughter. “When you two lovebirds are done squawkin’ I’d like to get the hell outta here. Sure you don’t wanna come, Bruce?” Bruce shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, Boss but I’ve got some personal stuff that needs handling before I go traipsing off anywhere. When you can..lemme know where you are and I’ll come see ya. Maybe we’ll be workin’ together again in the future.” Peter nodded and shook his hand. “You got a deal~” After they said their goodbyes Peter, Eric and Paul got into Eric’s car and headed for the airport. Once they were on the highway Paul rolled down the window. “Farewell, StarChild..” he said, taking his poison lipstick out of his inside pocket and tossing it away for good.
TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 20!
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I went on a meme blog the other day, and of course, I saw strange things. I saw conspiracies about a third World War. Now, I knew *trump* was going to start *a war* from the get-go. I assumed with North Korea, but still... (And what he did in Iran looks too much like when America targeted and killed Japan's General/Admiral (?) Yamamoto to make me think this will just blow over. Not that I think imperial Japan was *remotely* good, but the Allies, namely America, Britain, and France, were doing the same thing)
Anyway, I kept seeing things like "women's rights, so why not draft the women?"
I'm a male DV survivor. I had one abusive partner of each binary gender. The relationship with my ex-wife was longer and more recent.
I still run the risk of running into either one, because unless I leave America and try to become a citizen somewhere else/reclaim Japanese citizenship, which I have multiple chronic health conditions and that usually ends that, there's really no work/future for me anywhere outside of the Bay Area (HI is even more progressive, but the climate would kill me in a few years), as most social work in the rest of this regressive country is run by Evangelical agencies, and desperately limited even then.
So I returned to this area. Where I have a chance of running into my abuser. She is a white woman. I am an Asian man. I am also mixed and often get misjudged as Latino or Native unless I give my obviously Japanese name. (Then I'm Chinese, because racism. Even immediately following "I'm Japanese") Asians are more likely to *survive* police brutality, as I already have, and of course, even when we do not, none of y'all will #saytheirnames, because y'all are bloody racist, but anyway
I can't really defend myself against her if it came to that. Everyone loves a white woman in trouble/"trouble," and even though she's able-bodied and almost a foot taller than me, she's a woman, I'm a man, and I would automatically be arrested/killed by police.
Unfair, right? Even though women have all the rights now?
But THEY DON'T
If they did, abortion and frigging contraceptives would be as uncontested here as in Japan, a country with actual separation of church and state (even though the ruling party is misogynist as all get-out) There wouldn't be a pay gap. There would be gender parity in every field and it wouldn't be necessary to help women get into STEM or comic-writing. You'd have a WNFL or just co-ed pro sports. Heck, there'd be high-school girls' football and baseball teams. (And even WNBA sports aren't on broadcast). That "serious" movies are always led by white (cis) men is just as much of a problem for being male-dominated as being white-dominated. (Not *necessarily* cis-dominated, but I've only seen one trans-led piece of media anywhere, and it was an indie project on YouTube, and we can do better than *that,* but we should also have gay stories of people older than *25,* and bi stories where "bi" is actually said instead of "doesn't like laaaabelllssssss" or ace stories instead of "frigid person becomes "normal and straight")
Sure, there are a *few* female CEOs, and sure, Affirmative Action helps mostly white women and not racial minorities of any gender, but contrary to what one can infer by Scarlet Johansen's statement about whitewashing Asian roles being "empowering women," WOC are people enough to be women, too.
And the fact of the matter is...women just *still* don't have equality.
Is it unfair that only men get drafted if there's actually a draft? (which hasn't been since Vietnam War, when America sent unwilling kids to die to aid colonist buddy France, and I doubt the Boomers, for all the headache they've always given everyone, are technologically able to make those memes en masse) Sure it is.
Is it unfair and very dangerous that I can't fight to the best of my ability should my ex-wife spot and attack me? Absolutely!
Was it unfair that cops laughed at an Asian guy and refused to take a report when I called on her? You bet!
But... it's also not fair that there's still a giant wage gap. That Roe V. Wade from *1973* is still being fought. That there's not really a thing of Latina CEOs in the US.
So, yeah...uh, misogyny is like racism or queerphobia. Bigotries that originated in Colonial Europe that should have never existed, but instead were spread around the world, and still aren't over. The feminists have yet to win.
So, I'd say "stop being stupid and bigoted," but if that really worked on anyone, the world wouldn't be turning fascist right now, so, yeah ...
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Dabi, Kirishima, Tsuyu, Chisaki being saved by their S/O
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Dabi
Now, since Dabi is an incredibly strong individual, he wouldn’t need the help of anyone, no matter how difficult or one-sided the fight might be, he always seems to win it with the help of his amazing blazing sapphire fire.
This time, however, he was to simply kill a low-rate Hero, but it was all a bait and he got attacked by Midnight, Myrko, the Hound dude and worst of all, the great All Might himself.
How could he escape now that he was surrounded by lots of high-ranking Pro-Heroes? Well, he had no idea, but he could only try his best to bluff his way out of there, as best as he could, knowing full-well that the League of Villains sent him on a suicide-mission. Frankly, he was pissed. This impediment made him miss his date with his S/O. They’re gonna be VERY angry.
Myrko: Any last words, villain? Dabi: *shrugs* My lover’s gonna kill me even if you don’t. Midnight: *confused* Huh? You have a lover? Dabi: Why, am I not allowed to?
But before anyone else could say anything, someone magically appeared behind the villain and smacked their head hard, glaring at him.
S/O: So that’s how you play villain, huh? Maybe next time you’ll listen to me and not that idiotic man-child Shigaraki who just wants to kill you! Dabi: *scratches the back of his neck* I think I realised that by now. S/O: You are SUCH a jerk, Dabi! First, you tell me to cook something, ‘cause, y’know, you’re tired of always going out or getting take out, and I say ‘Yeah, sure, I can try’. But what do you do, instead? You hang out with your silly group of heroes! Dabi: Oh, come on, babe, it’s not like I am doing this on purpose, okay? S/O: See if I care.  All Might: Who are you, miss/mister? A villain too? me: Me? A villain? *snorts* Don’t kid yourself. I’m just me and I only care about myself. I like to live, thank you very much. All Might: Uhh...Okay? me: Now, if you don’t mind, I have to take my fiance home and eat dinner together before it gets cold. Y’know, dinner doesn’t eat itself and as much as I’d want to, I can’t eat everything by myself.  All Might: I don’t think- me: I don’t want to be alone on the day of our 1 year engagement anniversary, y’know? It would be so...Tragic. All Might: Look, miss/mister, we can’t afford to- me: Ah, by the way, can I get your autograph on my scarf? Big fan. All Might: Uh, of course- me: Thanks! Now, honestly, if it wasn’t for the date we’ve been planning, I wouldn’t have bothered to come over here, but unfortunate situations happen and...Yeah, you get the gist. See ya!
With that, S/O teleported back behind Dabi, grabbed him by the wrist and teleported themselves back home before any of the Heroes could do anything. In fact, no Hero could actually do anything, having been dumbstruck by Dabi’s S/O’s weird behaviour.
Back home, Dabi could only laugh awkwardly and look at his beloved with a guilty expression.
Dabi: Fiance, huh~? S/O: You shut your mouth, Dabi.You know what you did. Dabi: Still, fiance doesn’t sound so bad, does it~? S/O: I swear to God, Dabi, if you don’t shut up- Dabi: The food’s getting cold, isn’t it? S/O: You little shit! Go eat out, I’m not letting you eat what what I cooked! Dabi: Awww, come on, babe, don’t be like that. S/O: No. You were a jerk and you still cling to that League of Idiots. Dabi: And if I leave them, will you let me eat? S/O: I’ll...Consider it. Dabi: And if I give you a kiss? S/O: You are still a major asshole...But I might forgive you.
Chuckling at how lovely his S/O was and low-key grateful that their Quirk was so amazing, they brought them into a loving embrace and kissed them passionately, thanking them for the great save. They may not be a Hero, but that night they surely became his Hero.
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Eijirou Kirishima
This sweet, manly cinnamon roll would do anything in his power to protect his S/O and the people who need him, since he is a HERO! One day, he thought it’d be nice for his paramour to meet his mentor, Fat Gum, and his senpai, Suneater, with which they hit off really well, so they were allowed to patrol the city together (Or, in other words, enjoy the city together as a sort of non-conventional date)
Everything was going well and they even managed to enjoy some ice-cream, before some threatening-looking villains started attacking the area, so Kirishima told his S/O to stay behind and tend to the citizens while he was to deal with the criminals.
Nodding at the red-head, they ran to take away the common folk to a safe place far away from the commotion, but when they returned, they saw Kiri in a horribly beaten up shape, despite being in his Ultimate Stage-Hardening, which meant that his Quirk was weak against theirs. This meant only one thing- Using their Quirk, she went into the mind of the buffest-looking villain and controlled him fight the other until everyone fell to the ground, unconscious. This kind of effort, however, was too much strain on their body so they fell on their knees coughing blood, completely drained of all energy.
S/O: Eiji, are you okay?! Kiri: Y-Yeah...I guess I took quite a beating there. How unmanly... S/O: Goodness, no, don’t say that! You helped me save all the innocents! You are their hero, the strong and manly Red Riot who saved everyone! Kiri: But I let you get hurt...And I got incapacitated. They beat me up real good there... S/O: No, don’t say that, sweetheart! If it weren’t for you, I couldn’t have saved them all by myself. Besides, that’s the reason why no hero goes out there alone, you know? There are times when your Quirk is weak against the enemy’s, just like Tokoyami’s is weak against Bakugo’s, you know? Kiri: Well...I guess you’re right, S/O... S/O: *winks* You’re my Hero, Red Riot! Kiri: You’re right! That sounds extra nice when you say it!
Saying that, Kirishima took his S/O’s hands in his own and dipped them down Tango-style, kissing them, not being able to stop himself from grinning or blushing lightly hearing his S/O acknowledging him.
The only amusing problem they faced the whole day after was how Fat Gum was always there to tease the heck out of Kirishima for having such a cute S/O and for being their Hero.
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Tsuyu Asai
Despite being a strong water-type Hero, Tsuyu was made to help evacuate a burning building because every Hero should be able to save civilians no matter the environment, since they cannot always afford to work in a place that is environmentally their forte.
So here she was, together with her beloved, planning a strategy so they could use their Quirks to the maximum capacity even in such a bad place, all while having close to no casualties.
Since she was very much like a frog, going inside the burning building would actively kill her, so her S/O would be a much better fit for the rescuing, while Tsu was to stay outside and jump on the walls to jump and use her tongue to get the victims on the ground, at the safe place.
Things were going well, the synergy between the two was amazing, until a bunch of petty villains came to attack the safe-place where the victims stayed, so Tsuyu had to fight them all while still protecting those in need.
Her S/O saw what was happening so she quickly rescued the other victims, thanking whatever deity out there that there were only 3 more to save, so they easily managed to get them out to the safe-zone before they jumped into the fight, completely obliterating the enemies while Tsu was taking care of the injured victims.
Tsu: Thanks for the help, S/O-chan. We really make a great team. Ribbit. S/O: I couldn’t have done it without you and your great plan, Tsu-chan! It’s amazing how you can keep calm and level-headed even when things get out of control! You’re amazing, love! Tsu: I can stay like that because I know I have you to rely on when I need it. S/O: Aww, Tsu-chan, you’re so sweet! I’m glad I can work with you. I know you always have my back and I can focus on the task this way.
Grinning at her cute girlfriend, she hugged her, kissing her forehead and rubbed noses together, which was their way of saying how much they love and appreciate each other.
Froppy only stuck her tongue out and held her hand, going to the mentors and accepting all the praise and positive comments on their great performance and quick-wit.
Tsu: You know, S/O, I really love you, but next time, please, let’s choose the water-based rescue program, okay? S/O: Oh, yes, I definitely agree with you. Tsu: I love you. Ribbit. S/O: I love you too, Tsu-chan~.
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Chisaki Kai
Normally, with a Quirk so amazingly powerful like his, there would be no way in hell this guy could ever get in any real danger, but who knows how the World’s ways work?
Somehow, he got into this huge mess with both the Heroes and the League of Villains, which got him captured and injured with no seeming way of escaping - Not by himself, that it.
Seconds before he got injured, he managed to send a farewell message to his S/O, saying his thank yous for sticking up with him for all that time, despite being a difficult person, but what he did not know is that they hacked into his phone once, making it easy to find out his location, if they wanted to.
Clearly, Chisaki wouldn’t just date anyone, but would choose someone worthy of dating the leader of the Gangsters, someone witty and intelligent who maaaaybe has more than one ace in their sleeve that makes Chisaki look at them in wonder and smugness at his great choice.
It was probably the most difficult and tricky thing they did in their life, especially since they weren’t actively involved in any of that petty Hero vs Villain ordeal, but somehow, managed to get on that bus before anyone else could and quickly unstrapped him, helping him get out of there, alive.
Chisaki: What are you doing here, S/O? S/O: Rescuing you, of course. Chisaki: How did you find me? S/O: *smirks* Let’s cherish the day you find out everything about me, okay? If that day will ever happen, that is. Chisaki: *amused breathe* Of course. Remind me never to rely on all those idiots and just plan everything with you. S/O: We’ll see about that, love.
When they put his arm around their shoulder to help carry him out of there and into a safe place - Their own home, a nice and quiet little piece of Heaven that they both knew was safe and out of everyone’s eyes.
There, they laid Chisaki on a bed and with their Quirk, started healing all his injuries, a light-green water covering his wounds and gently healing them, not letting place for any nasty scar to form.
Chisaki: You are a true wonder, you know that, S/O? S/O: And I love hearing you say it every time I save you from whatever problem you are facing. Chisaki: You somehow manage to be able to do just about everything and even more than I can think of.  S/O: Well...This Quirk of mine is about the most special thing about me. Chisaki: No. The fact that you exist is a wonder itself. S/O: You flatter me, Chisaki, it’s not quite like you. Chisaki: It’s not every day that I almost die and I get saved by such a beautiful soul like you.
After all his injuries were healed, Chisaki looked deep into his beloved’s eyes, making them get rosy-cheeked and look away, smiling in appreciation since it’s not often when they hear Chisaki compliment them, but what was even more out of the ordinary was... Chisaki aggressively taking off his mask and kissing his lover with much fire and passion.
Chisaki: What would I do without you, Hacker boy/girl? S/O: *amused breathe* Die in a bus, I guess.
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