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White Fang

ReaderxPeterParker, Teen!ReaderxAvengers

Background: Pre-civil war. Pretend that Spidey-Boy joins the team on Christmas break before the Sokovia Accords are even thought of. I think I kept it gn, but please tell me if I mess it up anywhere.

Warnings: Reader starts the story off not getting enough food, and is thus dangerously underweight. Unhealthy eating habits.

(Slight rant: I feel that as a group we don’t recognize the dangers of being underweight as much as we should. Part of what made me write the reader this way was my sister’s ongoing struggle with getting to a healthy weight. I modeled many of the reader’s eating habits after hers.)

Gn!reader

Word count: 3,753

A few rumpled up newspapers and some wrappers were the only contents of the trashcan. Not to worry, you still had the dumpsters behind the restaurants to raid. Besides, it never hurt to check. Once you had found three rotisserie chickens, still in the packaging! You couldn’t help but wonder what the story behind them was.

The cold night air sent a chill down your spine, and you decided it was best to switch forms. A shiver descended your spine once more, this time it was warm and familiar. Your hair turned white, and covered your whole body as it grew and contorted to the shape of a wolf. Your wolf form grew until you could walk above street signs with no difficulty.

Yours wasn’t a majestic form, with your scraggly, matted fur, and bones peeking from beneath thin layers of muscle, but it functioned, and it was significantly warmer than a being human. On a cold New York night like this, it was needed.

Long legs leapt through the streets, weaving through the shadows. You stuck to the quieter streets, and eventually found your way into the right alleys. First stop was behind Delmar’s Deli-Grocery.

You transformed back into a human, and began rummaging. You tossed any edible-looking stuff out of the dumpsters onto the cold ground. It was covered in a thin layer of snow by the time you had finished. The dilemma you faced was whether to eat small bits as you went from source to source, or save it all to eat at the end of the night.

Measuring how late it was, you decided to munch on what you’d gotten from Delmar’s before crossing Central Park to get back home. On the way back you’d probably pick up a few extra bites. Internally accepting this plan, you transformed into the wolf form, gobbled down the pile, and sprinted towards your home.

A salty taste stayed in your mouth as you bent around a corner and into the park. You smelled something in one of the trashcans, and were split on whether it was worth transforming again. At that moment, you heard a noise behind you. Turning quickly, you saw a strange teen sitting on a lamppost.

He wore a bright red hoodie, a red mask with goggles, a blue shirt and pants, red shoes with knee-high socks, and mechanical looking gloves. On his hoodie, there was the outline of a bug. A spider maybe?

You weren’t nervous when people saw you. It was mostly crack-heads out this late round where you were. Nobody would believe them if they said a huge wolf was stalking the city. Initially, you assumed this was just a very athletic crack-head. When he launched some sort of rope from his wrists and swung to the ground, you realized you may have misjudged him.

“Woah…” He whispered in amazement, “What the heck are you?” He reached a hand towards you, but you growled and shrunk back slightly.

“Oop! Sorry about that.” Without taking his eyes off you, he fished around in his pocket until he found a stick of beef jerky.

"Here," he said, tossing it towards you. Hesitantly, you picked it up and ate it.

“How on earth did a wolf get so huge? You look pretty skinny too… Are you eating alright?” He continued speaking.

A moment later, you shifted to a more relaxed position. Neither of you was going to hurt the other, and you both knew that. For a few minutes the two of you sat there. The boy quietly rambled on about how his life was.

Hours later, you stood to leave.

“Hey, wait. Um.. Could we meet up again tomorrow night?” After considering for a moment, you nodded as he hastily added, “I’m Spider-Man by the way. Yeah.” You nodded once more, and ran into the night.

The next morning you quietly got ready for school, so as to not wake Kara. For the past six months, you’d been living with a couple named Lindsey and Walter Miller. They were good foster parents, and thankfully they tried. It wasn’t their fault that you needed more calories than most humans could physically consume in a day.

“Hey there Y/n.” Lindsey said, “Did Kara wake up?”

You shook your head.

“Very good.” She said, passing you two muffins. “We were sent an extra. I made the executive decision you would get it. The last thing we need is a fight over a muffin, am I right?”

You nodded.

“You ready for school?” Lindsey asked, “Need anything else?”

I’m missing my Physics book. You signed.

“Unless it’s on the miscellaneous shelf, I can’t help you with that.” Lindsey turned and went back to packing the little kid’s lunches.

Most of the kids in the Miller House weren’t teens yet. Kara was seven, Nathaniel was eight, Keyon was five, and Finn was three. You and Kara shared a room, which was difficult when you had to stay up late studying (or sneak out for some late-night food-gathering), and especially since you woke up for school at different times.

Waving goodbye to your foster parents, you walked out the door. In the minute it took you to go from the kitchen to the front porch, you had already finished the muffins. They weren’t small muffins either. Despite that, you were still hungry.

At school you had a hard time focusing because of it. You often zoned out, and missed vital parts of lessons. Sometimes when you stood up dots would descend from the sides of your vision, and you’d have to sit back down again. Coughing usually helped, along with focusing on a specific muscle and flexing. From your limited research, this could be from low blood sugar or low iron.

Either one could be solved if you didn’t have to eat for a gigantic carnivore. Even with all the negative side effects, your wolf form was worth it. Especially if it meant you’d get to know that athletic crack-head more.

Your whole school was decorated for the holidays. Well, as decorated as they could afford, which meant a few cardstock snowflakes the 5th graders made hanging from the ceiling, and posters of snowmen scattered about the walls.

Bungling the first half of the day, you made it to lunch. Since you were eligible for free lunch, you got that. You also brought home lunch. Because you were already so ravenously hungry, you couldn’t help but gulp down the food. You knew there was a choking hazard. You knew it wasn’t a good way to eat. You also knew that if food was delayed much longer, it wouldn’t be pretty.

All too quickly, lunch was over and your food was eaten. Physics was next, and you still hadn’t found your book. That was alright. Probably. (It wasn’t.)

After the disappointing Physics period, and another boring class, you got to English. From all the way down the hall you could smell the aroma of hot chocolate and other sweets.

Your English teacher made it a habit to bring in hot cocoa at least once a week in December. “To be festive!” You found it less difficult to focus, especially on the days like today where she brought snacks. The boost in blood sugar probably had something to do with that.

With that class over, you had officially finished another week of school. You found it boring, partially because it was, partially because it was difficult to form friendships when you didn’t speak their language. Especially difficult when you don’t speak at all.

You could physically talk, but the mental aspect of it wouldn’t cooperate. You could speak to Kara when you were both alone. Somehow the anxiety dissipated.

Skidding on the icy ground, you arrived at Central Park four minutes before midnight. You went to the exact lamppost you had first seen him on and waited. Six minutes later, a red-clad figure swung into view.

“Cool, you showed up.” He said, “Not that I expected you to flake or anything! Uh… How was your day?” A moment of silence passed before he realized.

“Oh, shoot, can you talk?”

You shook your head.

“Okay… I’ll have to stick to ‘yes or no’ questions then. Also, I brought more food.” He put a round container of deli meats on the ground between the two of you. “I don’t know what kind you like so I just got an assorted jumble.” He opened the container and slid it closer. It was fairly sizable, at least on the human scale. Nevertheless, you were grateful and ate it.

Spider-Man swung himself up onto the lamppost, and lowered himself down upside down while squatting. The look you gave him was so confused that he had to explain.

“These shoes aren’t really made for the snow. And I don’t want to get frostbite. I love New York, even if it does try to kill me a lot. What about you?”

You nodded.

“Do you like the Christmas decorations here?”

You nodded again. Your conversation continued for a while. He talked about everything and nothing simultaneously. He seemed very interested in your life, especially how you managed to live this long without arousing suspicions from Animal Control.

“How do you hide yourself during the day? Do you turn human?

You nodded.

“Oh my gosh!” He said, “So it’s possible I’ve met you before without even knowing?”

You shook your head and bopped your nose. After hesitating, Spider-Man took a guess.

“You… would have… smelled me?”

Nod.

“That’s…” You braced yourself, ready for the disgust you were sure was coming.

“So…

“Cool! Can you remember every person you’ve smelled? How does your human nose process those scents? Is the nose fully wolf and fully human at the same time?” The little guy was fully geeking out when your stomach grumbled.

“Oh… Is that why you come out here? To find food?”

Yet again, you nodded. The two of you set off on your trek around the city, to all the closed restaurants and grocery stores you could think of. Spider-Man hopped inside the dumpsters and chucked food out since you couldn’t fit inside as a wolf. And you definitely weren’t going to transform back into a human around someone.

You met up nightly for weeks after that. With this team effort it was much easier to keep yourself fed, and your grades reflected that. Rumors eventually started to abound that either the rat population was out of hand, or there was a large creature stalking the trashcans of New York.

Sometimes on your walks you’d come across someone in distress. You allowed Spider-Man to take the fame, and opted to stay in the shadows. Occasionally, he’d need assistance, and you’d step in. These happened just often enough for there to be a few credible sources about you.

It was three days before Christmas when Spider-Man said the following.

“My Aunt May has plans for Christmas Eve and Christmas. Tomorrow’s the last time I’ll see you for a few days.”

You sat up abruptly after hearing this. Logically it wasn’t that long, and there was always a lot of food during the holidays, so you might not need to go foraging, but you’d still miss him. Over the weeks you’d created a strong bond, despite only knowing each other via your superpowered sides. He’d also given you your name: White Fang.

Maybe that’s what made your friendship work. Another person who could understand, and who you wouldn’t have to worry about spilling the beans.

The next night you got there ten minutes early to add a buffer between your arrival and that of Spider-Man. You transformed back into a human and set down a tupperware container of homemade spider-shaped cookies. On top you placed an even smaller box with the label: ‘To Spider-Man, From White Fang.’

After the boxes were situated, you shifted back to wolf form to wait. Moments later, your favorite arachnid came out of the darkness and landed on his signature lamppost.

“Hey Fang!” He said, “I dunno if you celebrate, but I brought you a Christmas present!” He hopped down, placed a cellophane wrapped hunk of meat on the ground, and unwrapped it. Then he noticed the boxes in the snow.

“Are these for me? And can I open them?”

You nodded twice. He went over to inspect them. He picked up the box, and opened it. Inside there was a small spider-shaped trinket. It was metallic and opened to reveal a small compartment.

“Woah…” He whispered to himself then turned to you, “This is so cool! I’m assuming the cookies are for us to share?” He glanced at you as you nodded. “The meat is for you, of course, and I also got you a necklace.” He opened a box he had in his pocket, and held the contents up so you could see.

He held a tiny silver wolf on a thin chain. You did a little jump of joy, showing how much you appreciated it. The two of you spent the rest of the night hanging out as usual. Spider-Man left around 3, and once he was gone you transformed back into a human to scoop up the cookie container and put on his gift to you.

When the two of you met up next. Spider-Man had a new suit, and wouldn’t stop talking about the Avengers.

“Mr. Stark brought me to the tower, and I got to meet Captain America and the rest of the team! I’m also part of them now. I think. I could be wrong, gotta check. Their last mission was to fight the huge robots – You know, the ones that lifted up that one city? – and they told me all about it!”

“How could you be so reckless?” Lindsey said. “This could get my fostering license taken away!”

“Lin, calm down.” Mr. Miller said, “Let Y/n explain what they were doing.” He handed you a pen and pencil. You froze and couldn’t think of an excuse. How do you explain that you snuck out at night because you had a superpower that required massive amounts of food? You can’t explain that without sounding crazy.

“At least tell me it wasn’t drugs.” Lindsey said, “If it’s boys – or girls – I can deal with that. But drugs would be the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

“Y/n?” Mr. Miller said, “Is it drugs?”

You looked both of them in the eyes and shook your head. The two foster parents breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re still in big trouble kid.” Mr. Miller reminded you, “We’ll be checking in on you throughout the night, okay?” You nodded sadly, accepting that your nights of food and friends would be long gone. You’d never get to see the Spider-Man again.

The first day back from break, all throughout your commute you kept seeing the same man out of the corner of your eye. You just shook off the feeling. The next two days, you saw him, but never enough to get a description past ‘has an eyepatch’ (which you couldn’t really do much of anything with). Finally, on the third day back, you only saw him on the morning commute.

On your way home you still kept a look out, glancing behind yourself. You didn’t see him. As you reached the Miller House, you breathed a sigh of relief. Jangling the keys in the door, you opened it. Your horror was immeasurable when you saw the man sitting in your living room, conversing with Mr. and Mrs. Miller.

“Oh hi Y/n!” Lindsey said. “Mr. Fury was just telling us something very strange. I was wondering if you’d like to weigh in on it.”

“Hello Mx. Y/l/n.” Mr. Fury stood and extended a hand. “I’d like to talk to you about the Avengers.”

You took his hand.

“Y/n,” Mr. Miller said, “If what Nick here was telling us is true, I’m sorry for punishing you for sneaking out.”

With a shaking hand, you pulled a piece of paper out of your pocket and wrote.

What, exactly, did he tell you?

“I know about your ability.” Fury said, “And now they do too.”

“He was wondering if you would be willing to be adopted by the Avengers.” Mr. Miller said, “If you don’t want to, nobody will force you. Whichever decision you make, we will stand by you.”

“Both of us will.” Lindsey added.

“At Avengers Tower you’ll get a proper diet for a wolf the size of yours." Fury said, "And all your material needs will be met.”

Are there any others my age? You signed.

“Y/n wants to know if there will be other people their age.” Lindsey said.

“Yes, there’s one I believe.” Fury said, “But he doesn’t live there. You’ll still go to school, you’ll just live with the Avengers and occasionally go on missions.”

I promise I’ll think about it. You signed, first tell me why you were following me.

“Y/n will think about it, and wants to know why– What what?” Mr. Miller stopped, “Repeat that Y/n?”

Why was he following me?

“Mr. Fury, they want to know why you were following them.” He continued, “And frankly, I do too.”

“We were keeping surveillance on them.” Fury replied simply, “We were unsure if they were a threat to those around them.”

“Okay… I suppose that explains it.” Lindsey said, “In the future, keep in mind that trailing underage people isn’t the best course of action.”

“If we had another option, we would have taken it.” He stood up and walked towards the door.

“Y/n” He turned, handing you a paper, “These numbers will get you in contact with me, Maria Hill – a trusted advisor – and Tony Stark. When you move into the Tower, he will be the person introducing you. I hope to see you soon.”

With that he turned and walked out the door. The next few days you and the Millers discussed the best course of action. Eventually they came to the conclusion that you should be adopted by the Avengers.

While you were excited, you were a little sad. Leaving homes was never easy, no matter how temporary the stay was. The Millers were a nice family, much better than some of your previous families, and you were very close with Kara.

Three days later the papers were signed. Normally it takes much longer to even receive the documents, but when a billionaire wants something, it gets fast tracked. A day after the signing, you packed your bags, said your tearful goodbyes, and climbed into the limousine sent for you. To your surprise, Tony Stark was in the passenger seat.

“Hey kid.”

You waved in reply.

“How are you?”

You nodded.

“Not much of a talker, eh?”

I’ve got selective mutism. You signed.

“I have no clue what you just said.” Stark said. “I’ll have to get an interpreter… FRIDAY? Could-” You cut him off by handing him a paper.

I have selective mutism. That’s what I signed.

“Ok, I’ll be sure to tell the team when I introduce you.”

Once you got to the Tower, an assistant came outside to get your bags. He had a cart ready and everything. You had a duffel bag, and a backpack, both of which you preferred to keep on your person.

Stark led you up to the living room, where the rest of the team had been instructed to gather.

“Hello everyone,” He said, “This is Y/n, our newest recruit. They’re deaf, so be patient.”

I’m not deaf, numbskull. You signed. To your surprise, a man in the corner let out a small laugh.

“They’re not deaf, Stark.” He said.

“What makes you think that, Barton?” Stark asked. “They told me themselves.”

“They just signed that they’re not deaf. And they called you a numbskull.”

“... Moving on… Y/n that’s Steve, Sam, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Rhodes, Vision, and the Maximoff twins.” You nodded.

Only Natasha and I know ASL. Clint signed. If you wanna talk behind people’s backs, it’s the best way around here.

I’ll keep that in mind. You replied.

“Peter’s around your age.” Stark continued, “And besides for him the Twins are our newest recruits. If it’s okay with you, I’ll open the floor to questions.” You nodded.

“What are your powers?” Steve asked.

“They turn into a giant wolf.” Stark replied for you. You noticed that Peter’s eyes widened slightly. Taking a small sniff, you tested the air to see if there was anyone you knew. Just one.

After what felt like hours, the questions were over, your room was found, and you were peacefully on your phone in the living room. Peter walked in and sat across from you.

“Hi!” He said. You waved and put down your phone.

“So… This is going to sound really weird, but… do you – were you the same wolf – what I’m trying to ask is.. Did you hang out in the park with Spider-Man?” Recognition dawning, you nodded and pulled up the necklace Spider-Man gave you. At the exact same moment, Peter took the trinket you’d given to Spider-Man out of his backpack.

“Holy shit.” He said.

“Holy shit indeed.” You replied with a voice that sounded like it hadn’t been used in a very long time.

“What the!” He jumped off the couch. “You can talk?!”

“I always could, physically.”

"Why do you sign to the team?"

“The mental components just don’t add up for some situations.” You paused, “I think it also has something to do with how I meet people. Meeting first in wolf form seems to allow me to speak with them… These are all still guesses, even I have no clue why it doesn’t click for some people.”

“This is so cool.” Peter marveled under his breath. “Can I ask something?”

“Shoot.”

“Okay. These past few days, you… didn’t meet up with me…” His voice was laced with pure sadness and confusion, a far cry from what it was a second ago.

“I’m so sorry Spidey!” You said, “My foster-parents found out I was sneaking out, and I didn’t want to tell them about the whole ‘superpowered wolf’ thing. They enforced that I was in bed from 11pm to 6am. I would have kept meeting up with you if I could have. I’m sorry.”

“Oh thank goodness.” Peter said, “I thought that you didn’t like me anymore.”

“I don’t think I could ever not like you, Spidey.”

#marvel #y/n x peter parker #avengers x teen!reader #marvel x reader #avengers x y/n #avengers fan fic??#selective mutism #i hope i did a god job representing selective mutism #prolly not tho #I'm sorry this wasn't out over the weekend.#i was busy binging wednesday #it was pretty good.#gn!reader

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artist-issues · 9 months

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There’s a couple points in the Barbie movie addressing feminism that y’all aren’t critically considering.

Will Ferrell’s character makes a little comeback about how his corporation is women-loving because they have had “at least two woman CEOs!” And the audience is supposed to laugh, like “just two? It’s pathetic how you think that absolves you of patriarchal sins.” But then the question becomes “how many CEOs is enough? How many would you like them to have? What number of women will satisfy you?”

if you answer “ALL OF THEM BABY! $@!*& MEN” then you’re like the Barbies who marginalize Kens. “Nobody should be in the shadows,” claims the Barbie movie.

Okay well then if they shouldn’t be in the shadows what should they be? Not in the Barbieland Supreme Court. Not in real positions of power. Not just because we don’t trust them, but because oh actually leading is hard and maybe you don’t even like it. Maybe nobody does. Maybe some people do. Oh, because maybe societal positions and power isn’t what it’s all about—maybe because it’s all about what you like. Individually.

If you’re like Allan and you don’t want to massage feet, don’t massage feet. If you’re like Ken and you want to be important to somebody, be important to yourself. If you’re like Barbie and you don’t want to be Barbie, be human instead.

That’s where America Ferrera’s speech goes. “It’s too hard, it’s too contradictory, it’s all your fault, you have to go through so much pain to get people to like you” is supposed to lead to “all that matters is, do you like yourself? Can you just be Ordinary Barbie who gets through the day feeling good about herself? Do you identify with YOURSELF not with others and their norms for you?”

Because at the center of the Barbie movie is “yourself.” You’re Kenough. You don’t need man, or society, or woman, or culture, or history, or yesterday’s you, to tell you who you are. It’s something you just choose to be in the moment.

But most importantly—most importantly—you don’t need GOD to tell you who you are. Heck, you don’t even need your Creator’s permission. You can just be whatever you want to be—because you are God. That, after all, is what it means to be human and

OH MY GOSH what a big drink of dawn-of-time sewer drainage to pass off as the nectar of the goddesses. I can’t even parrot the movie anymore, it’s disgusting.

Mankind has literally been hocking this same message since we were created. “We don’t need the Father who loved His Son enough to create us as an inclusion of that relationship for anything. In fact, we are gods, ourselves. That Father God, he’s dead.” (<— THAT is an incorrect statement, by the way, for those of you who can’t infer the angry sarcastic tone I’m typing in.)

We’ve been saying it since Eve. That’s what’s been behind all this. “I deserve my rights. I get to decide what those are and I get to decide how to fight for them until I don’t feel like it anymore. Don’t tell me what to do. In fact, don’t even hold me to being whatever I said I was going to be when I started marching—I’ve changed my mind since then, and I can do that, because I’m in charge. I’m god.”

This isn’t new. We just used to believe it was ugly. Now we’re celebrating it more than ever under the pink and the glam.

And hey, if you believe in the living God of the Bible who loves you, don’t attack this movie for its feminism or man-degrading. That's not what the movie is about. The movie is only about feminism as long as feminism points to humans being the only relevant god.

It wants you to attack feminism arguments. It prophetically mocks you for attacking feminism in the movie. That's a misdirect. That's a distraction. If you're going to engage Barbie at all, attack the attempt to kill God. That's what the movie is really about--you don't need God, because by being an imperfect human, you are god, and you get to decide what you are.

And

And the movie's wrong. God is not dead, and He is not mocked. He made us for something. He made our emotions and our desires for Him. And He did give us permission to choose, because He did have to give us permission, because otherwise we wouldn't be anything. So he gave us permission to choose to be in relationship with Him, or not--but that choice did not come without consequences. We're made for Him. We choose not to he with Him and it's choosing misery and self-delusion.

#Barbie hate #Barbie 2023 #Barbie #Greta gerwig #margot robbie #Christianity #Christian #politics #religion #Christian pop culture #pop culture #feminism

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beloved-daydreams · 6 months

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Folktober2023 Prompt: "Coraline AU" 🚪🍷

An attempt by

Hosted by @jurdannet and @jurdannetrevels

📘 1 400+ words

😎 Characters: Cardan, AU "human" Jude, Jude

✒️ Tags: drunk Cardan, silly, sweet, hallucination (?)

📢 Summary: Cardan finds a mysterious door while drunk and decides to walk in. What he didn’t expect though, is that on the other side he’d end up in the human world, meeting a Jude that grew up there and has no knowledge of Faerie. A silly conversation ensues.

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Cardan had made it past a mysterious door in the palace. He had never seen it before though, maybe he was just so drunk out of his mind that he had imagined it. Yet past the door, there was the human world. Okay. Well now there’s no doubt about it, not only is he drunk, he’s also high off his ass.

The door behind him had disappeared. Now, how to make it back?

As he was quietly freaking out, a girl appeared out of the not so dark shadows of the human world (because of the light pollution) and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Yo, you good?"

The girl looked exactly like Jude, well, aside from not having a missing finger. But somehow he could still feel that this was Jude, not Taryn. She was wearing jean shorts, high boots that ended just under her knees and a huge red and black sweater that had a stylized "Brooklyn" print on the back. She looks like what Jude would’ve looked like had she grown up in the human world away from Faerie, Cardan thinks.

"...Jude?"

At his question, the girl looked surprised.

"Yeah? Sorry. Do we know each other?"

Cardan blinks. The very "overly-human" looking Jude blinks.

"Uh you just seemed really lost there, and it’s late. Oh wait, I know. You must be someone from my school, right? I’m really sorry, I’m bad at memorizing faces and names… Though with how handsome you are, I’m surprised I forgot."

Cardan has no idea how to react or even what to say. Should he even say anything, actually? She looks him up and down, almost scrutinizing his clothes before something seems to click in her brain.

"Ooooh so you’re like, cosplaying, right? Nice. What character?"

Under the streetlights, despite not being his Jude, this Jude is also incredibly lovely and pretty. Oh well. If this is a dream then Cardan will at least enjoy himself, why the heck not. What is she talking about? Cosplay? Cardan digs his mind and remembers his nephew Oak desperately trying to explain to him some human words and terms. He’s pretty sure cosplaying was something like a roleplay.

"Um. I’m Cardan. Cardan Greenbriar from…" He pauses. If he were from a story what would the name of the book even be? "...I suppose The Queen of Swords would be the title." Jude blinks at his peculiar way of phrasing his answer but she shrugs it off. When Cardan had first read Alice in wonderland, Alice seemed to obviously be the Jude of the story. Now, knowing her better, she might actually be the Queen of Hearts. Though swords might fit her better.

The Jude from the human world hums.

"Never heard of it. Sounds like a fantasy type of story though, with like- love, war and betrayal. Lots of frustrating betrayals that end in more wars, then more love."

Cardan laughs awkwardly. Why is she nailing this? This Jude’s fiction literacy must be high, unlike his Jude who’s less interested in books than scheming. She then asks for his real name, in a panic, since he cannot lie on his identity, he asks her to call him by his "cosplay name" whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Hornless Jude laughs at his dedication to the character. Then they walk, she explains how he must sober up so she can lead him home to safety.

"Why don’t you think about your safety first, Jude?"

The girl looks up to the starless sky.

"Hmm. I’ll be fine, I’m familiar with the surroundings. Also…" She punches the air in a couple of swift motions. "I’m trained in MMA! Pretty cool, right?"

Cardan’s confused at whatever those letters mean, unfortunately Jude takes his confusion as disbelief.

"Oh come on, I’m serious! I know it doesn’t look like it because my sweater is hiding my upper body but- Agh. I’ll just show you!"

She takes the sweater off, revealing her abs and firm arms. She was only wearing a sports bra underneath… Cardan is unsure if checking out this Jude would be cheating but he can’t help himself. Satisfied with how the boy looks bewildered, crownless Jude puts her sweater back on.

"See? Anyway. I don’t know what you were smoking but it’s gotten you high as fuck bud. Still can’t remember where you live?"

Cardan shakes his head since he can’t open his mouth to lie. He does remember where he lives with his awesome and hot wife but he’s not sure how to make it back.

"I’ll be fine. There’s no need for you to lead me anywhere, I’ll find my way back once I’m sober."

"Uh-huh. You say that but you were getting high. Alone. In an empty street while cosplaying some ethereal elf prince."

"King now. Not prince."

"Gee, sorry." Very human Jude rolls her eyes with a smile on her lips. She must be thinking that the guy is cringy for committing to the bit so hard. Nonetheless she’s amused by this encounter as well. Cardan looks at her relaxed smile in awe, he wishes he could also make his Jude smile like this. Unfortunately, his Jude is much more difficult and shy with her smiles.

"... And you know, that King has a very amazing wife. Thus the title."

"So the wife is the main character?"

"Mh-hm. She wields a sword and is skilled in the arts of war. And she rose to power in a land where she didn’t belong at first."

Hornless Jude whistles.

"She sounds like a badass."

Now that’s a word Cardan knows. Again, thanks to Oak but this one was way easier to grasp and remember.

"She is."

"Is the King any good then?" She asks half-mockingly, yet her tone is gentle.

Cardan ponders.

"He’s… a great pillow to sleep with."

"Wooow."

"A clever and funny boy."

"Uh-huh. And let me guess: he’s fun at parties?"

"Oh, absolutely. He’s the King of revels."

"So, with a bit of an alcohol problem? It checks out."

"It checks uh- yes?"

Cardan is not sure what checks exactly, all he knows is that the alcohol problem is in fact there and oftentimes, the only way for him to not drink at all in a day is to make a promise to Jude after she scolds him about it. His Jude. Now that he thinks about it, just before he walked through that door wasn’t he drinking again?

A voice rings out in his head. Cardan Cardan Cardan. He looks at crownless Jude and his vision blurs.

The next time he opens his eyes, he’s lying on his bed, probably looking like he’s completely out of it while Jude is calling out for him, slapping his cheeks not so gently and tugging at his clothes. Probably trying to take them off so he can sleep tight.

"Cardan." Jude utters, clearly unimpressed by his sorry state.

"My Jude!" Cardan cries out happily as if he hasn’t seen his wife in days, despite him literally dreaming of her any day she might not be home in his arms. But there she is.

"God. I was gone for only a day and one night, is it really so unbearable to be without me that you absolutely need to get drunk?"

"Ahaha, you have no idea!"

She rolls her eyes, exactly like the Jude in his dreams. My recollections of her are so accurate. Cardan tells himself, proud of his visions and vivid manifestations of her. Needily, he pulls his beautiful wife towards him.

"Come here…" His eyes are sparkling over the haziness, no matter his state, Cardan always lights up at the sight of his wife in front of him. Jude thinks he’s silly but enjoys it nonetheless. Giving up, she joins him.

"You have an alcohol problem, Cardan, please try to cut down on it."

"Yesss anything for you, Queen of swords. But oh- Whenever will you call me by a sweet nickname???"

Jude laughs under her breath at how ridiculously cute her husband is.

"Yes yes hubby. Anything for the King of getting shitfaced."

Cardan snuggles in his wife’s arms and an image of the other Jude flashes in his mind. I’m trained in MMA! Pretty cool, right? It’s a comforting thought to believe that a Jude who would grow up in the human world would also have arms as strong as his Jude. But still, this is truly home and she belongs here. Not anywhere else, not in a world where he wouldn’t have been able to meet her.

✏️✏️✏️

That moment when you realize that this fic is just Cardan bragging about his wife... to his wife from another world 😂 God this is just- well, it’s so very Cardan.

And don’t forget: If you’d like to decrease the amount of my sad girl hours, please consider leaving comments/tags! 💖

#the folk of the air #tfota #jurdan #jude x cardan #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #fanfiction #join the revel 👻🎃#jurdannetfolktober2023 #jurdannetrevels #jurdannet #beloved daydreams

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q-gorgeous · 1 year

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Mr. Macho Manly Man

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1039

Danielle decides to figure out what Dash's deal is and the two become closer because of it. @ectoplasmicsoda

i love writing about dash

Dani was walking through the hallways of Casper High. Adjusting to a regular “human” way of life had been difficult at first but after traveling the world for months at a time for so long, she found that she really enjoyed having somewhere to call home. Where she had a community that could understand her better than all the very nice people she met in the foreign countries she visited.

Someone slammed into the lockers in front of her, making her jump.

This community could admittedly be a little better in certain aspects though.

In front of her stood two juniors. One she didn’t recognize but the other was Dash Baxter.

He held the smaller boy up to the lockers by the front of his shirt. Glaring at him. Dani gave him a few moments but when it became clear that he wasn’t going to put the kid down anytime soon, she cleared her throat.

Dash made eye contact with her and huffed. He let go of the kid and the boy scurried away.

“Hey Mr. Macho Manly Man, what crawled up your butt today?”

Dani had been staying in Amity Park long enough to know the journey that Dash Baxter had been on. Had even seen where he started from when she had been in the school that day trying to trick Danny. She knew that he didn’t beat up kids for the heck of it anymore. Something must’ve been wrong.

He looked like he was debating on whether or not he actually wanted to talk to her. When he came to a consensus he met her eyes.

“If I tell you you can’t tell Danny.”

“What? Me? Tell Danny?” She said, fake offense filtering into her voice. One hand rested offendedly on her chest while the other one was behind her back, fingers crossed.

Dash rolled his eyes. “Come on, Tiny Dani.”

She frowned at him as he turned away from her. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“What? You’re both named Danny, and you’re the smaller one. Tiny Dani.”

She huffed in protest but didn’t say anything else. If she started arguing with him he might not tell her what’s wrong.

He led her to an empty stairwell. It was quiet, one of the less commonly used ones. He sat on the floor underneath the stairs and dropped his head into his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Dani asked. She sat on the floor beside him. She’s never seen him this vulnerable before. Usually it was reserved for Danny or Kwan, never her.

“My mom called today.”

Dani was quiet for a few moments. She wasn’t close enough to know why that would be a bad thing.

“Did she have anything nice to say? Was it a good call?”

He shifted and leaned back, resting his head against the wall behind them. “She was telling me how much she missed me, that she’d have to come back and visit me one of these days. When my dad’s not in town.”

Dani sat and waited for him to continue, sensing he wasn’t done.

He growled. “If she missed me so much why didn’t she take me with her? Instead she left me alone with him. She hasn’t even called once in the past two years until today, just to tell me how much she’s missed me like she hasn’t been gone all this time.”

“Oh my…” Dani said quietly.

“I used to love the fact I was the spitting image of my father. I thought it was so cool that I looked just like him. Now though, I just wonder if that’s why she didn’t bring me with her. Because I look too much like him. If that’s all she’d see anytime she looked at me.”

He swiped at his face as a tear came free from his eye. “I resent it now. Now all I can see is him too. I’ve been expected to follow in his footsteps. I’ve been in his shadow. It’s like they expect me to be just like him since I looked like him.” He hid his face in his knees. “Maybe I am. I just tried to beat Mikey up again today.”

Dani took a deep breath. “I can relate to that.”

Dash cast a glance at her, his eyes watery. “You can?”

She laughed. “Of course I can. You know all Danny’s secrets. And all of mine in turn.” She looked away. “I’m his clone. I was created to literally be the spitting image of him. But something went wrong and I’m like this.” She gestured to her face.

“Everyone used to expect me to be just like him. And for a while I was. I didn’t know anything except the bits and pieces of memories and interests Vlad had somehow gotten into my brain. Once I discovered who I was apart from Danny, it seemed to shock everyone.”

“How long did it take them to stop comparing the two of you?” Dash asked.

Dani shrugged. “A long time. They still slip up sometimes, which is understandable because my situation is in a whole different ball park from yours.” She looked back at him. “But the people that really care about you are the ones who know that you’re not your father.”

Dash sniffled and nodded. He took a couple deep breaths and wiped his eyes. “Thanks.”

Dani smiled. “You’re welcome.” She stood up. “You should really be thanking Jazz, though. She’s the one who taught me to be more ‘emotionally empathetic’.”

Dash chuckled. “Alright. But we better get going to our classes. I think the late bell rang already.”

She nodded. “See you later. Are you coming to game night tonight?”

“You know it. Foley challenged me to a round of Mario Kart and it is not one I can refuse.”

“You guys better save me a controller. I didn’t get to play last time.”

“Don’t worry I’ll sit on Manson’s controller until you get a chance to steal it.”

Dani barked out a laugh. “Deal.”

They turned to walk their separate ways to their classes. Dani let out a tiny smile. Dash was a hard nut to crack but it felt good knowing that he could trust her.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #dani phantom #dash baxter #fanfiction

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yourlocalnicknackkinnie · 2 years

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Character Bingo: Nick Nack (HP:MS)

@dolly-royal @omggypsyesmeraldathings-blog (I know you asked for Riley too but I'm making it a separate post since its the same character :3 )

Alrighty lets begin (It's gonna be very long because I've got a lot of things to say about him)

They are so cool looking

I gotta admit, he looks very cool. Even tho some prople say he looks like James Charles (Which I STRONGLY disagree) I love his design. I personally like his clothes, the man has drip. Heck, I literally painted a white blazer for a cosplay but now I just wear it when I'm not in cosplay anymore. I also like his facial structure since it gave me a challenge to draw him before but now I've gone used too it. (I can go on and on)

Everyone but me is wrong about them

Ok, so this is just a little joke (I do believe in other people's headcanons about him) but I would make this joke of "As a Nick Nack Kinnie, he would defiantly do that" if there's something that I think he would do.

Wasted Potential

Ik hes in the prequel but he could have more potential in the first game too (Since his model was already made). I think that Nick could've been in the tea party with Mortimer and Riley at the end instead of Kathy. (IDK but stillll)

If they were real I would be afraid of them

Ok, maybe a little startled but still- I mean, he's a puppet that wants a human as his host. But I headcanon that when you say that he's your favorite, he'll stop, cry and just be nicer to you. (Since he doesn't want to harm a fan)

They are deeper then they seem

for some reason I feel like there's something more about Nick that we don't know. The fact that he might have the urge not hunt for Owen and his urge to do it is strange but maybe there's more context in the game when its realesed.

They got done DIRTY by fans

So one time I tried to look how far the fandom has got. So every fandom has R34 art so I decided to type it in on google and OH I REGRET MY DECISION. I found a Nick Nack one- (IDK if that counts tho but still)

Didn't get enough screen time

This applies for the first game. like- we only see him in the shadows and that's it.

I want to carry them in a handbag like a tiny dog

Well kinda, I don't own any handbags but I wanna put him in a back pack instead with him poking out of it. If i had a Nick Nack puppet i would put him in there, let him poke out of it and go out with him like that for aesthetic purposes (And probably comfort reasons as well).

Nothing I like about them is technically canon

Another joke one. I do like things that are canon but I like to come up with headcanons to make me like him more than usual.

Why do they look like that

I don't mean his Midnight show ver. I meant his model that was supposed to be in the first game. What happened to his eyes? Where his is little beard thingy? (I headcanon that the eyes are supposed to be a mechanism that was added in later. like Puppet contact lenses I guess. it was later added because it wasn't in the blue prints so it was just a last minute idea Owen came up with)

Im mentally ill about them

Help, my mind is all about him now- send help (JK)

Wow... they are LITERALLY me!

Yep, that's me (As my username says it) I relate to him a lot. from my interests to maybe personality. heck I made a list of it and there's a lot of things I kin him that its scary. Ex. liking arts, having mood swings, being a tea person, likes to sing (the difference is that I think my voice sounds horrible) and more things-

They've never done anything wrong in their life <33

Ok, Ok maybe he has done some thing wrong in his life but at least he has the urge to not kill us-

So that's all for now. I could make a headcanon post about him on here (Pls reblog or comment down if you want something like this cause I have a lot of headcanons for Nick and plus I love making this kinds of posts)

#hello puppets #nick nack #hello puppets midnightshow #character opinion bingo #headcanon

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plzcallmesa · 2 years

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DOLONIA ༄ [raph x reader]

[004]: new friend old enemy

masterlist

[03/04/05]

tw: swearing? mention of blood.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

you were patrolling with the boys, you decided to do it every night to check on the city, hoping to find clues for april’s dad.

after some days of boring, were nothing happened you decided to have fun a little bit as you jumped from roof to roof; you loved seeing the boys do all their crazy tricks and sometimes you tried to copy some of their actions.

“check it out” screamed donnie before jumping from a building to another.

michealangelo did the same jump but with different tricks, and after he arrived on the other side they complimented each other, waiting for leo to do the same.

“alright guys, check this out”

“wow”

“impressive blue, very impressive” you clapped your hands to make your point as raph prepared for his turn.

“who’re you kidding?”

he said before tilting his head both sides, he made grunting sound before jumping but at the last moment he put his right arm around your waist dragging you with him.

you screamed as you and raph fall against his brothers making a pile of turtles on top of the roof. mickey made a pained sound at this and raph laughed as you gave him a slap for taking you with him.

“ehy what was that? you didn’t do any flips” asked donnie

“oops”

you were about to respond with some sarcastic comments but a noise made you stop.

you ran behind a wall and you all took out your weapons getting ready to attack whoever was behind that corner,after some seconds of wait you all followed leo as he was the first to come out of the shadow.

you pointed your sword in front of you ready for a fight but the only thing that you saw was a kitten.

“don’t give up leo, you might actually win this fight”

you gave raph a punch on the arm as you walked on the front to take a good look at it.

“awwwww” said mickey coping your action “it’s a little kitty”

you lowered yourself near him as you watched the cat get cuddled, you put your hand out giving him some pat yourself before noticing the collar.

“and his name is…”

“mittens” said a voice from far away.

“good guess” said mickey before realising “wait, who said that?”

“mittens”

“i think that’s the owner”

as soon as those words left donnie’s mouth mickey got up from his spot on the floor ready for his new mission, take the kitten back home.

you all stopped him making him think that something was attacking him.

“what? i’m returning mittens to his owner”

“are ya an idiot?”

raph saw your hard glare at this and he changed his mind.

“wait let me rephrase that, ya’re an idiot!”

or maybe not, you thought.

“you can’t show yourself to a human”

“why not?“asked mickey not understating the situation.

“because they’ll freak the heck out that’s why”

“no they won’t, i’m not so scary”

“mickey it’s not about being scar-“ you tried to reason.

“ya’re an ugly green mutant armed with ninja weapons” blocked you raph.

“look this guy will see that i’m just a regular cat lover dude like him, next thing you know we’ll be best buds, this is gonna be awesome”

you tried to stop him but he pretend to not hear you as he arrived in front of the owner’s window

“no”

“don’t”

“mickey!”

“stop”

you watched as mickey plan failed, even if you couldn’t hear clearly you heard the insult that the man trow his way making you feel even worse for the little turtle.

you jumped down near mickey and you gave him an hand to got up watching him keep his head low ashamed.

“someone wanna help we with these?” asked before showing the angry cat on his shell.

“no” they all answered together making you roll your eyes.

you approached him, slowly you put your hands on the kitten’s body and after some try you freed mickey of him placing the cat on the road; you watched as he ran away probably back to his owner and you turned around to talk with the guys.

“face it, human will never understand you; heck we don’t even understand you.”

“it’s just how human are mickey, they sucks.” you tried to console him.

“yeah, but i bet that guy dosen’t”

you moved your eyes to watch on the same direction and you froze as you saw a photo of a martial artist.

“chris bradford, the martial artist super star with a chain of dojos across the country, he is your soulmate” talked leo not believing a single word.

“sorry mickey is this your coming out?” you asked in the silence.

“no,maybe, we have so much in common” he responded to you coping his pose.

“what if you stopped standing like that?“

“ well that would be less, but still a lot”

mickey started talking, daydreaming about their future friendship and after that he showed you his secret kata that you forgot right after he made.

“face it mickey chris bradford is the last person on heart that would be friends with ya; well, tied for last, with everyone else on earth”

“raph go nice on him” you warned.

another noise came from up the walls of the alley and you tilted your head up just enough to saw a lot of ninjas circling you.

“ninjas in new york, other than us?”

“donnie you do know we have eyes too right?“

he didn’t responded as you all took out your weapons ready to fight against these new treats.

you thought that they would be an easy fight like the kraang, but after some good hit that were hurting a little too much; you realised that they were trained well and you changed your tactics to have the upper hand.

you and leo shared a smirk as you fighted one near the other, you felt a shell behind you but you didn’t even turned around as he talked.

“why are ya all so happy?”

“it’s just nice to be fighting people, instead of robots, aliens, or weed monsters”

you gave a kick to a ninja leg before adding your point. “you forgot big spiders”

no one had the time to answer you as a figure fall at your left, you turned around seeing someone with a metal mask, they kicked leo and raph first but after some seconds you all went down.

mickey was about to be the last but leo jumped just in time to help him and everything stopped at the sound of the incoming police.

you held eye contact for a little while until ‘big man’ and his ninjas decided to leave you alone jumping away.

you copied their action jumping down the manhole just in time, and you held your breath as you heard the voice of the policeman up on the street.

as you walked down the sewers towards your home you and mickey decided to repeat everything that happened.

“[name], [name], did you see how i kicked that ninja’s butt”

“yeah, you did that ‘yahtha’! it was crazy!” you talked copying his pose as you kept walking.

“yeah but when you did that trick using the wall, now that’s what i’m talking about”

“i mean, it was noth- who am i kidding i nailed it!”

“oh yeah!” mickey agreed before putting his hand out for an high three.

“but when that ‘mandalorian wannabe’ arrived he really crashed my ego for a second there”

“totally, but we were ready to kick his butt” consoled you michealangelo.

“obviusly, and-“

as you continued your rambling about the fight with all the excitement in the world the others brothers looked at you like you were both aliens and they kept their voice down as they talked.

“are you understanding something?“

“who- me? leo what i’m supposed to understand from that?”

“i don’t know donnie, you are the genius not us”

“yeah, ya’re the nerd between us” said raphael with an accusatory tone.

“and that matters now, because…?”

“cause they’re obviously talking about star wars and those things, [name] always talks about them”

“and you know, why?“ asked donnie.

“uh, cause she always talks about them i literally just said that”

“don’t you think it’s weird how you are the only one to know this, when do you guys talk about those things anyways?” interrupted leo.

“during our online time, ya know?” responded the hothead keeping his gaze on the pats in front of him.

“right because best-friends have a lot of alone time, were they hold hands, talking about their little secrets…” continued leo sharing some glances with donnie.

“what are you saying? and how do you know we hold hands?”

“ i didn’t, and i’m just saying that you guys are really close lately”

“leo’s right, and we’re your brothers so…” tried donnie who just wanted his brother to realise.

“listen here guys, i don’t know what’s got into yar head but we’re just friends, alright? so stop whatever this is, right now.”

he did a last humming sound before walking far, leaving his brothers behind.

“how is it possible that they still don’t understand?”

“sincerely donnie, i don’t know”

-☆彡

you were reading your book as you lied on top of raph shell; he was doing some push ups using his sai and he always asked you to sit there to make things more difficult, after all this time you doubt it was a challenge still, but it was one of your things and it didn’t hurt anybody to be this close.

as you kept your eyes on your books you heard mickey get crazy over a magazine about his new idol, chris bradford.

you were the one that found that paper as you went out to take another look the stars; at that moment it had looked like the best idea, but now, as you heard his scream of excitement, you started to doubt a little of your choice.

“ i wish me and chris bradford were friends” he said not realising he was talking out loud.

you laughed a little as you saw him biting the magazine,laying on the floor and kicking his legs, he looked like an high school girl with her first crush.

“mickey, you already have a human friends”

you huffed at that, as you had finally succeed on forgetting she was there, donnie trow you a glance as the redhead opened her mouth, but he didn’t said anything.

mickey looked at her not understanding and your face broke into a proud smirk.

“me” she stated proudly and you had to stop the urge to roll your eyes.

“april, you don’t count”

“[name]’s right, we saved your life, you have to like us”

she was about to open her mouth, probably to say something sarcastic against you but she didn’t have time as raph talked over her.

“too bad there’s no place for freaks to meet people where no one gets how hideous they are.”

you gave him a slap on the head before smiling a mickey, as you where about to talk april interrupted you.

“wait there is, the internet.” she said as she shoot you a dirty look.

“i don’t think it’s a good idea to give mickey access to that” you tried reasoning with her.

“well, i think it is; donnie can i see your laptop”

“yeah,sure; just a sec”

as raph continued to do his push up, you watched as donnie started to push some buttons and it reminded you of his screen, he was probably trying to hide that; and at that thought you had to bite your lips to keep your laugh under control

donnie moved near april to gave her the laptop and you watched as he had a sad expression on his face, or maybe it was shame; you felt bad for him, he was your best-friend and you wished the best for him, even if the best was an ed sheeran’s variant.

“it’s a site where you can make friends with anybody online.”

mickey pushed april aside and she fell over donnie making him blush, she excused herself as she moved from that position and you moved your focus on mickey who was watching the screen waiting for something.

at one point his eyes took an heart shape and a smile broke on his face.

“chris bradford is on here, he’ll be my first friend” he said before clicking some other buttons.

“mickey, people don’t always respond immediately-“

a sound blocked her from saying anything further, and you smiled at mickey’s happines.

“but sometimes they do” you said from your place, voice high enough to let everyone hear you.

“oh no way,chris bradford has accepted my friendship, i have a friend; thanks april!” mickey hugged the redhead and you and donnie both remained open mouth at that.

mickey than decided to got up, forgetting about donnie’s computer on his lap and making it fall, donnie caught it on time as he asked his brother a question.

“where are you going?”

“to hangout with my friend, chris bradford?”

“wo wo wo, stop right here mickey” you called from your spot.

“this guy’s famous he probably has thousands of ‘friends’” tried to reason april.

“yeah i have to agree with ‘carrot’ this time.” you said with a slight smirk.

“yeah well guess who’s his 5286?”

“you?”

“daniel ramirez, and i’m right next to him, later!” that was mickey’s last words as he ran out of the lair to meet his new ‘friend’.

“well this gotta be interesting” admitted the red head.

“should we go after him?”

“eh he’s gotta learn somehow”

you were a little preoccupied for him, mickey had always been the more ‘innocent minded’ between his brothers, he was always positive and tried to see the best in everything. even if they were all older he always felt like a little brother to you and your instinct had always been to protect him.

“right [name]?”

“uh? oh sure”

even if you cared about him you knew raph was right, so you didn’t esitate to answer. cause if you stopped him his curiosity would only put him into more danger; he needed to understand. and that chris bradford dude couldn’t be that bad, right?

as soon as mickey left the lair leo came into the living room, after some seconds of silence the leader felt like it was too much and he looked around a little bit before asking.

“where’s mickey?”

“he wanted a human friend and april had the amazing idea to show him the internet so now he’s going to see chris bradford” you said nochalantly whit out letting your eyes leave the book.

“what? when he’s gonna came back“ asked leo a little tense, sending daggers at april.

“relax leo he’s gonna be here befor patrol, scout’s honour” you said with an hand on your chest.

“you’ve never been a scout” tried april.

“do i look like i care?” you responded hearing raph chuckle under you.

“well blue, what do you say to a little bit of relax ?”

“i say i accept it” the leader watched you with an amused smile as he responded, he moved his eyes down a bit to look at his brother whit out making obvious the conversation going between their eyes.

“perfect” you responded showing him where was the controller of the tv.

as he turned it on he was surprised to see it was already on space heroes and he looked at you in surprise earning a shrug of your shoulder.

raph couldn’t help but smile as he looked down; he liked the way you fitted in his family, you seemed to be perfect for every one of his brothers, bering able to fit like a puzzle.

he asked himself how he’d gotten so lucky to have you, you were always there for everything, even to remind him that not all human have to hate them, cause to you they were family, and you can’t hate family.

after some times of laughing and chatting mickey came back from his meeting, just in time for patrol.

“what did i say” you said to no one in particular revolving your phrase of before.

you didn’t even had the time to ask him how it went that he started to talk and explain, you looked at him listening to every words as the others prepared for the late night activity. you had already ordered a pizza for when you came back making donnie ask april to go get that.

leo explained that there wasn’t a real plan for tonight and that he just needed to get back to the ninjas’ attack place to take a good look around.

you said your goodbye to splinter and april before running out of the sewers. after some minutes you arrived back to the place and you used the stairs to went up on the roof.

donnie and leo went to the side to look down and you were behind them,ready to follow them but mickey caught your arm and dragged you back.

“wait [name] i have so much to tell you”

you smiled at his enthusiasm and he made you sit near raphael to listen to him; after some minutes you heard leo say something about fairness but you didn’t lose your focus on mickey as he finished another part of his story.

“and then?“ you asked to keep him occupied.

“and then chris bradford put on his hakama; man, that guy can rock a hakama!”

raph put an hand on his face as he responded to mickey, his voice filled with sarcasm.

“yeah, maybe he’ll wear it again when he takes ya to the prom.”

you chuckled as mickey ignored his brother and he continued his talk.

“and then after that he-“

“oh enough! ya’ve been going on about this for three hours, i’m surprised [name] still have something to ask” said raphael exasperated.

“oh, someone sounds jealous” teased mickey. “just can’t admit that you’re the ‘r’ word”

you shared a glance of confusion with raph at this before mickey explained.

“rong?”

you all realised his mistakes and you noticed that donnie and leo were still listening to your conversation.

“i’m not wrong”

“well-“ you started.

“oh yeah? if you don’t want to talk about my friend i got two others brothers who do” he jumped behind the duo as he talked ready to start again but he was interrupted by them.

“actually, i’d rather talk about anything else” begged leo.

“like the concept of the silent ‘W’, perhaps?”

“i’m with donnie on this one” you said laughing without noticing raph eyes on you.

he was mesmerised, he didn’t even realise that he had been distracted until he heard you call his brothers name bringing him back to earth.

“mickey wait” you tried as he went away.

raph was confused for some seconds but then he understood what happened, his brother went to see his ‘friend’, again.

“well then, i guess we‘ll se him back home.” talked leo.

you all hummed in agreement, and you decided to keep going with patrol for a little bit more before going back, you walked for a little while on roof doing some cool trick.

after some more time out you decided to start heading back and as you arrived you noticed april wasn’t there anymore, you waited for mickey to came back and as they all relaxed you went to the dojo to train some more.

you stopped on the left side of the room, looking to the punchbag, you closed your eyes taking a deep breath before forming fist with your hands.

you opened your eyes before start ‘fighting’ it, you took your left hand punching it at the same height of your stomach; you repeated the same movements with the right more high near your face; you ducked down before turning around giving it a kick with your foot; you went back up ready to start again before a voice talked behind you.

“ya are better than what i remembered”

“well i like to think that after years i’ve improved at least a little bit” you responded to raph with a smirk as you continued punching the bag.

he smiled back moving near you to watch you better, you moved your eyes to look at him before keeping fighting, he didn’t say anything as you kept on looking back and forth between him and the bag.

“alright you’re creeping me out, what do you want?” you asked finally stopping.

“n’thing,i’m just looking at your left punch and how it’s completely wrong.” he said back.

“what are you talking about?“

“yar right punch is perfect but the left one is a little clumsy, maybe ‘cause of the accident, still ya’re risking breaking it.”

“then show me how it’s done big boy”you replayed with a smirk.

you started moving to the side thinking he was gonna do a punch and show you how to do it, but he went behind you moving you back in front of the bag.

your back was against his plastron and he moved his arm on your waist to keep you still; he put his foot between yours to put you in the right position and his left arm went under your left one to guide you, he noticed how you had stiffened and he thought that he did something wrong but as he started to do some steps back you moved again relaxing.

“try punching with yar right hand, slowly.”

you did as he said and he hummed to let you know that you did good, his breath went on your neck and you blocked for a moment, he asked you to do the same with your left one and you noticed the difference.

“see, ya turn yar hand like this with yar left, it’s wrong and ya risk hurting yarself real bad, got it?” as he talked he moved your left arm to show you better and you concentrated on the feeling of his touch on your skin.

“yeah, thank you” you said still looking at his hand on your arm.

you put your hands down but you both remained still, you slowly turned your head to the left seeing his figure behind you. he watched you and he realised the way you were pressed one against the other, you were both feeling hot, probably for the sweat, and you were both still keeping eye contact not daring to move.

you we’re about to turn around as someone busted in the dojo interrupting you.

“[name], raph, you can’t believe what just happened- “

“oh shit- sheesh” said donnie taking a good look at the both of you, you had both moved as soon as you heard mickey talk but you knew they had still caught you.

“uh- we were just uh- i- well- you know, training”

“sure” said leo trying to not point out the blush on both your cheeks, silence filled the room after that but mickey made sure to put an end to it.

“i learned chris bradford’s secret kata”

“what? show us, now!” you screamed with a smile.

“okay okay so-“

the next half hour was mickey showing you the ‘death dragon’, you,leo and donnie were in the front looking at mickey like he was a god as raph leaned against the tree at the center on the room.

the lesson was interrupted as a sound filled the room.

“it’s rad-brad,that’s my little name for him, he wants to get together for a little b-ball, can’t wait to find out what the ‘b’ stands for” as mickey talked you all walked behind him, but before raph could start to move you took him by the arm to drag him with you; you stopped between leo and donnie under raph as you looked at mickey’s screen.

mickey tapped something before getting up ready to go out, leaving you all perplexed.

“you’re going now?” asked leo.

“sorry dudes, human friends’ stuff, you know how it is” he said walking out of the room, before coming right back.

“oh wait, no, you don’t” he laughed as he went out leaving you all in the dojo.

“well, what do you guys want to do now?” you asked moving your eyes from the spot where mickey left to his brothers.

“try the death dragon?” talked raph trying to show no interest.

“oh yeah, i knew you liked it” you said getting up.

you all started to try it a couple times not even thinking about the time, you and donnie tried together and you thought that you had it but it didn’t felt right so you let raph and leo try instead.

as they tried it one last time splinter walked in just in time to see leo success and you were ready to gave him an high three as splinter stopped you all.

“where did you learn that?” he asked alarmed.

“mickey learned it from his new friend.”

“the man who thought him that kata is no friend, it comes from the shredder.”

that name made you feel cold in a second as you all repeated the name incredulous.

“you mean bradford his one of his students?“ leo asked wanting to be sure.

“it must be”

“guys-“ you started.

“so bradford’s pretending to be mickey’s friend just to get to you” explained leo realising.

“yeah so-“ you tried again.

“ohh, what a relief everything makes sense again”

“GUYS” you screamed making everyone look at you.

you shared a glance with raph before talking and he understood immediately talking with you.

“mickey’s in trouble!”

“you must go” told you your sensei and leo started to gave orders.

“donnie go track bradford’s location, raph find a way to infiltrate, [name] you’re with me i need to do a patrol near the manholes to make sure they don’t know where we are. we meet up as soon as we can.”

“got it”

“alright.”

“let’s go”

you followed leo out and before you noticed you were out up on the roofs, you noticed that leo wanted to talk about something, but you didn’t know what as you had always founded all the brothers more difficult to understand than raph.

so you remained silent as you moved from a man hole to another, looking at all the one near your home.

at one point you heard him talk alone and you couldn’t do this anymore.

“okay blue what’s going on?”

“uh-what- i- well- we-“

“came on i know you want to tell me something so just say it; i’m not gonna hurt you, am i?”

“alright, i just noticed that lately you and my brother are getting a little more close so i wanted to ask if-“ he started with confidence.

“omg why everyone keep telling me that” you interrupted him

“i don’t think you want me to answer that” muttered leo under his breath whit out making you hearing him.

“we’re just friends alright, i guess we’re more close than others but that’s it, stop it with this already, okay?“ you talked whit out hearing his talk.

“okay geez” he said, you thought it finished there but leo had other plans as he took another breath before continuing with one last phrase.

“but you will tell me, right?”

“omg yes, i will- would; yes i would” you responded giving him a glare.

he snickered at you reaction before continuing your patrol, he understood that you and raph still didn’t have any idea of your feelings but it was obvious to everyone that you’ll eventually be more than friends.

it was true that lately you had spent more time together but it had always been like this, you could both understand each other like no other and you matched each other vibes whit out even trying.

in his mind you were the perfect couple and the fact that you both still didn’t even had an idea of your feelings was making it even more fun to play match maker.

you kept on doing small chat as you keep patrolling but after some minutes donnie and raph arrived with a map and some rope.

they showed you the place and the plan to infiltrate before running to save their brother.

-☆彡

you arrived on top of a building, it had the ceiling made of glass and you looked inside for mickey as you heard raph arrive behind you, and leo and donnie after him.

when raph arrived he put his hand on your shoulder to see inside before laying against the glass, leo arrived and you watched as they did an handshake, donnie made an opening in the glass and you entered.

you put the rope to help you went down in silence, you used the shadow to hide from the ninja as you kicked them putting them down in some seconds.

“dudes that was sporadic!” screamed mickey.

you all silenced him as donnie facepalmed at mickey’s incorrect use of the word. leo went down to free him and you watched as he gave him a pat on the head. you leaned towards raph without noticing at this and he looked at you smiling at his family, coping your expression.

“come on, we’ve to go” talked leo still patting mickey.

you used the rope to went out and you ran back home thanks to the roofs until you arrived at the manhole and you went back home.

you pretended to not notice the guys following you but you all knew and you took them in your territory.

you all hided in one of the side tube of the sewer and you silently took a ninja to put him down.

the only left where bradford and his friend, they took out a red light and they point it up to show all of their ninjas tided to the ceiling with a rope.

they were afraid but they didn’t want to show it as bradford’s friend talked.

“show your faces”

you watched as leo and raph appeared from the water in front of them as mickey and leo appeared from behind, you jumped from a tube to another making a sound causing them to look up and see you.

“they trapped us”

“take them down.” said chris before they both started fighting.

he attacked raph and leo first as his friend attacked the other two, he trow them to the side and you took it as your chance as you jumped down on his shoulder trying to suffocate him, sadly it didn’t worked much as he made himself fall on his back falling over you.

you lost your breath at the impact, you got up as soon as you could trying to fight even if your head kept hurting like hell.

after you saw raph on the ground you went in front of him to protect him from chris but he fight you with ease trowing you against the wall making you hit your head again.

“you fucking hate my head uh?” you talked as you regained your breath watching leo get trow, thanks to raph he had a soft fall and you couldn’t help but smile trough the pain as you thought of the hothead protecting his brother.

you watched as donnie signalled you to change enemies and leo accepted, you pointed your words to the ground to help you got up as you ran after leo and raph at the center of the room.

as mickey and donnie took chris down thanks to their weapon you were succeeding on kicking his friend’s butt.

raph slided his leg down making him lose his balance as leo kicked him away towards you, as he got up you gave him a punch on the face and a kick in the stomach to make him retreat.

“they knew we were following them.” said chris to his friend.

“that’s right” responded mickey.

you watched behind the man in front of you to see mickey kick chris and you smiled proudly at him, you watched him

trow chris towards you and you smiled as they both fell to the ground.

“hit it” you screamed to donnie and leo.

they moved something to make the water of the sewer arrive, and you watched as chris and his friends were dragged away by the dirt water.

“well, that didn’t seem vary fair” said raph as he put an arm around your shoulder.

“no it wasn’t” said leo coming near you getting a chuckle out of all of you.

“high three” said mickey and you all put your three fingers up to do it.

as you put your arm back down you noticed black spot and you made a confused look towards that direction.

raph noticed it, moving an hand in front of you to make you get back in your senses. you started to understood what was happening when your vision became more black.

“oh shoot” that was your last words before falling between raph’s arm, he moved one of his hand behind your head to keep you in place but he felt something on it and he took it away noticing blood, a scared look made it’s way on his face as he and his brothers took you back home.

-☆彡

you opened your eyes to the profume of hot pizza, it felt like it was calling you and as you tried to get up you felt an hand on your back helping you.

“woah, easy”

you put an hand on your head closing your eyes as you set up and when you opened them you found yourself back into the living room’s lair.

you looked around a little bit before noticing everyone looking at you, raph was near you and you realised that you had been laying on his lap, he had a worried look on his face like everyone else.

“wha-what happened?“ you asked still holding your head only now noticing the bandaid around it.

“ya had a concussion, scared us real bad, but donnie fixed ya up” explained raph.

“yeah [name], we were all worried about you” confirmed leo.

you moved your eyes towards the leader before moving it again on donnie.

you spent a second remembering everything that happened and what the guys told you in those moments after waking up before talking again.

“thanks donnie” you said smiling towards him.

“no problem” he responded with the same expression as you.

“so, pizza anyone?” leo asked before putting it at the center.

“oh yeah”

“yep”

“sure”

you all took a slice and you leaned your still hurting head on raph shoulder as you eat trying to find some comfort on your situation.

“uh sensei, aren’t you hungry?” asked donnie making you notice only now master splinter sitting on the side of the sofa.

“i feel we’re celebrating to soon.” his response came after some seconds of thinking leaving you a little bit surprised.

“too soon? the bad guys were swept away in a river of raw sewage and [name]’s is all patched up, by my watch that makes it the perfect time.” raph side hugged you as he talked about you but your focus was still on your sensei.

“shredder knows i’m alive; and worse, he knows about all of you. it’s my worst nightmare come true.”

you couldn’t help but gulp after your sensei finished his talk, you were starting to feel really scared about everything that was gonna happen to you in the future and the never ending feelings in your guts was only making it even worse.

“so it’s not over?“ asked leo hoping for a positive answer.

“oh no, it’s just the beginning.”

after master splinter’s words you all put your head down in sadness but raph’s arm kept on hugging you making you feel a little more safe.

a sound made you look up, and you looked up to see mickey watch the computer screen in shame.

raphael moved you gently before going to sit near his brother and you watched the conversation from your spot, even if the distance blocked you from eating anything.

“how ya doing mickey?” asked raph

“this is all my fault, i should’ve never thought i could’ve been friends with a human”

“oh don’t be so hard on yarself”

“so it’s not my fault?“

“of course it’s yar fault!”

mickey sighed in response and his sad expression came over again. raph sighed back at this knowing what he had to do before talking.

“if ya tell the others i’ll beat the green off ya. but ya’re an awesome guy” he patted his shell in a comforting manner as his brother responded.

“bradford didn’t think so”

“well [name] do, so if i had to choose between a psychotic killing machine or the best girl in the world…”

“you know what, you’re right thanks raph”

“anytime” raph gave him one last pat on the head before getting up back to you.

he was surprised to see your eyes on him as he came back, his brothers where talking with his dad and he set near you taking a slice of pizza before putting an arm around you.

he smiled in your direction as you put your head on his plastron, the pain had began to fade away and he was giving you a feeling of comfort.

he looked down to see a plate with two slice of pizza on the side.

“who are those for?”

“mickey, he didn’t eat” you mumbled looking at the same plate.

he only hummed back as he made a mental note to gave it to his brother. he looked at the top of your head thinking of how much you loved his family and his heart melted.

even with your head screaming at you, you thought about keeping some food for his brother; proving for the thousandth time that you were the goodest person he knew.

and he couldn’t help but hope that it would always stay like this.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

[03/04/05]

a/n:

6363 words, i literally thought that this was the shortest chapter???

sorry for the late update i got some trouble at home.

anywaysss

so: leo’s playing matchmaker and we love him for that; the turtles and reader’s relationship is everything to me cause i know they’re gonna do everything for each other (foreshadow??).

well i don’t think i have anything else to say, see ya next chapter.

thanks for your time <33

-sa :)

#raph x reader #donatello #donnie x reader #fanfiction #leo x reader #leonardo #lovers #michelangelo #michelangelo x reader #mutant reader #raphael #master splinter #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 #rise of the tmnt #mutagen #casey jones #april o'neil

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thecustomcosplayed · 2 years

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When The Sun Sets

part 2! it’s here! whoo! Sausage tries to check out the Ancient City Gem was talking about. Notes: i was watching game theory while I wrote this, so.. yeah- anyways, another character appears this part :) well kinda linebreaklinebreaklinebreaklinebreaklinebreaklinebreaklinebreaklin Sausage glanced up from the map Gem had given him, looking into the cave entrance. The adventurer had decided it was best to set towards the cave immediately after he left the Princess to sleep. Hopefully, he would find something leading to the reason Gem was acting so strange recently. Now, Sausage wasn’t one to be afraid of caves, not in the slightest. Sure, the mobs were always a problem, but he could take them out with a swipe or two from his sword more times than not. He thought every person needed a place to be free and safe, and while he did feel a little guilty from killing the mobs, he thought it as more freeing their souls than kill them. But no, it wasn’t the average mob that scared him. Heck, he could even handle the Deep Dark and the skulk blocks. What he was afraid of was the Warden. All of the books he had read about the Warden described it as dangerous, and practically impossible to kill, even by some of the most skilled warriors known to date. The psychical description described the Warden as a tall, looming shadow, shaped like a disfigured human, with horns coming from it’s head. It had no eyes, which was why it was always relying on the sensors, and it’s great hearing. Some people had said they could hear whispers whenever they were near the Warden, but that wasn’t too are, at least not in the Empires world. He knew there were several different things that whispered around you, and he could list a few. The soul sand and fire in the Nether, the Evermore’s fog, the End portal, things that like. But it still creeped him out. After all, why- no, how, could the Warden whisper? It was known for it’s ear-ringing shrieks, it’s sonic booms. He found it hard to believe that it was the Warden itself who whispered. Perhaps it was like the soul fire? But, he didn’t have time to question that right now. He had walked to where the Deep Dark started. Apparently, he still had a bit to go before he would in the actual City. The brunette stopped, kneeling and putting on the enchanted boots Gem gave him, putting his own diamond ones away for now, before he quietly snuck onto the squishy skulk material. Sausage was surprised at how well lit up the area was, with a wide area of torches and even some frog lights in the ceiling. It was well lit up enough so no mobs spawned, and he slowly slipped away his own unlit torch. He supposed it made sense that the area would be well lit, but he wasn’t expecting it to be. The adventurer quickly made his way to where the City was, keeping quiet as he stared at it for a few seconds. The Ancient Cities normally spawned rather big, but Gem had grown it out, making it downright huge. It could give fWhip’s Empire a run for his money with how big it was.

The ruins had been made a bit nicer, and easier to maneuver. But, there was still a double chest in front, with a sign labeled in Gem’s handwriting:

“Welcome to Dusk! Please, take a map so you don’t get lost, and some wool so it’s easier for you to move around!”

The brunette opened the chest, taking a map and two stacks of wool. He took this chance to check his inventory and who was on the server right now. His inventory didn’t have much in it, just the bare minimum.

As for who was online, other then himself and Gem (who’s user had some gray z’s beside it), only Shelby was on.

He paused, staring at the witch’s user. Maybe she would know what the wisps were? To be fair, it did sound like it was a magic thing.

You whispered to ShubbleYT: Hey, do you know what a wisp is? He typed on the communicator, glad it didn’t make any noise when he sent the ‘whispered’ message, as he waited for the blonde-banged girl to respond. ShubbleYT whispered to you: no? i mean it sounds familiar but not off the top of my head? ShubbleYT whispered to you: y? and why are we whispering? You whispered to ShubbleYT: In order to your questions, Gem is transforming an Ancient City under Dawn and said some wisps were protecting her, and I’m currently in said Ancient City.

ShubbleYT whispered to you: ohhh.. that’s not very good if i’m right abt what i think the wisps are. ShubbleYT whispered to you: get out of the city, i’ll meet you at dawn. You whispered to ShubbleYT: What? Why? ShubbleYT whispered to you: just trust me please. you plan on killing the warden, right? The adventurer shivered lightly at that. He hadn’t been planning to, not at all, no, he planned to run if he spawned it accidentally. He was just here to find whatever the wisps were and head out to check on Gem. You whispered to ShubbleYT: Not really, I just wanted to know what the wisps were. ShubbleYT whispered to you: well, i guess we’re both doing something we thought we’d never do. ShubbleYT whispered to you: just meet me up at dawn, i’ll be there with potions and bows. You whispered to ShubbleYT: Please don’t tell me you plan on trying to kill the Warden. ShubbleYT whispered to you: no better way to make sure gem’s safe, right? Sausage cursed under his breath, sending one more message with just a simple ‘Fine’ as his response. It had been totally unfair that Shelby had pulled that card, but whatever. He started his way to the surface, only glancing back at the City twice. End part 2. end notes: whoops. i acidentally posted it without finishing. oh well its fixed now :) but whooo you unlocked great witch to your team lol. I really wanted to add Shubble in, and what better way then making her help Sausage kill the Warden? also Shubble’s messaging is an accurate way i type usually but with a lot of typos, so, you know. also, for those ppl who noticed I described Shelby with blonde bangs instead of like blonde haired or brunette, my ver. season 2 Shubble has diff hair. she had dark brown pigtails, then just brown, and then blonde bangs so yeah :D

#When The Sun Sets #mythical sausage #geminitay #shubbleyt #shubble #shelby grace #gem #esmp #esmp2 #esmp season 2 #empires smp season 2 #empires season 2 #empires s2

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cookiedoughuwu · 1 year

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🕙𝟷𝟶,𝟶𝟶𝟶 ʜᴏᴜʀᴤ-ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴊɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ🕙

Time really does fly by.

From the start, my love for you was never a lie.

It sucked when all I got was rejection but that's okay because that's all I predicted.

Every time you pushed me away, I was left craving and missing something.

Yet it made sense due to your age, you were bound to act the way you did.

Men this, Men that what the heck is 'men'?

Just because you're a man, you shouldn't be emotional-seeing stuff like that makes me flip the lid!

For years I was chasing after something I'd never get!

I was chasing after you for some reason and looking back-all I can see is red!

Like a flower left in the shade-never able to bloom, it's so close to the light but it never could move!

My seed was planted in such a bad place!

Yet seeing you still makes my heart race!

Back then I couldn't grow bloom or expand my love for you.

No matter how hard I tried I was still stuck-isn't that true?

I feel like I've spent 10,000 hours trying to get to you!

I've mastered the art of running but I've never made it to the finish line!

I'm always so close but it gets further away, like the shadows moving along with the sun in the day.

I want you, I need you, I'm going to love you!

I've stopped running for you and the finish line looks closer.

Now your suddenly running towards me.

I swear I'm not blind-I mean I know I can see!

Look at you! You're actually chasing after me!

I can't believe it! I was left in the dark with no way out but you found me and it was an instant spark!

I was like a bleeding heart- full of heartbreak but with you, I was growing in the dark!

I started to bloom and the light shined on me and you!

You're my sun and moon-beaming with the love I thought you never had for me!

But I was wrong-blinded by the constant swirl of darkness!

Yet you showed me the way and I saw that beautiful face I've always missed.

I'm so glad you decided to stop fighting yourself, to get over that fear of being judged.

I can finally hold you without any fear of our reputation being smudged.

I'm glad you choose to show more of your true self these days.

I mean how else would you express yourself in so many different ways?

Tattoos all over your arm, purple hair, brutally honest music, and talking more in interviews!

You've really come a long way, didn't you?

You went from a seed to a sprout and a beautiful grown flower!

A matured reliable adult with lots of power!

An imperfectly perfect human being that was able to use that power with longevity like grace!

You're truly the red rose in my bouquet when you dance so sensually and move your hips in that way!

Your voice.

Your body.

Your face.

Your eyes.

They all allure me to this ravishing, desirable, sensual, sensational Rose.

The petals represent all your tempting muscles and curves that you worked so hard for.

A sculpture, masterpiece, painting, snack, entrée, buffet, and bouquet.

These are all the scrumptious things that you are to me sexually.

A delicious enticing thanksgiving dinner.

A delightful painting that should be admired and cherished.

A bouquet of red Roses that should be loved and cared for.

A sculpture of imperfection that should be behind a glass wall to be appreciated more.

You're also the red Amaryllis flower in my bouquet when you smile and get flustered in any way!

The petals and stem show all the skills and talent you have and how you've come all this way!

It's honestly mind-blowing with how much work you put into literally everything!

You're the jack of all trades and a master of all, what else in BTS can you not bring?!

You can dance, sing, rap, draw, game, film, box, and even do Taekwondo!

Your personality is golden and shining bright like the stars at night!

But between you and me-I'd say your personality is more like a Diamond!

No matter how blissful, beautiful and ethereal you look.

You could be broken still, and I want to protect you, heal you, love you, and adore you for the diamond Hyung that you are!

It's honestly amazing to see how you've come so far!

Your constant determination to make it is absolutely inspirational!

If you were water, I'd want it to never stop raining.

If you were a flower, I'd never want you to stop growing.

If you were nature I'd never want you to stop flourishing.

Since you're a human...I'd never want to stop loving you.

I know you've shown me some love back but there's something that it lacks!

I can't hold back anymore, I'm tired of fighting something I was destined for.

If it wasn't obvious before, or in this poem then I'll just say it more.

I'll say it clearly and make it straight to the point probably like I did earlier.

I love you, Jeon Jungkook!

I really do!

If I could love you more than I would!

Infinity and beyond is my love for you!

I just hope that this whole confession could mean something to you.

Your bunny smile.

Your laugh.

Your talents and skills.

Your hands, body, eyes, lips, nose, thighs-everything!

I love everything about you!

You're my bouquet of flowers that I cherish and water each day!

You're my water of rain that helps me take care of the seeds I plant!

You're my nature of thriving animals, grass, and trees that give me the oxygen to breathe whenever I pant.

You are my universe that I praise and show gratitude for existing all this time.

Why? Because you deserve all the love in every galaxy!

There truly isn't enough love past infinity to express the amount of admiration and praise I want to express to you.

So please, if you do love me back.

Stop fighting that cupid's arrow through your heart.

Stop thinking that all of this was just a coincidence.

Stop lying to yourself and deceiving the truth!

Stop buying into all the 'negativity' that I know you'll get through!

I love you Jeon Jungkook.

If you don't love me back then at least allow me to admire that euphoric view.

If you do then please, just let me love you for no one else but the true you.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more~

Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweetheart of yours~

And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try~

If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life~

I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)~

Yeah~

And I~

(Do you love the rain, does it make you dance?)~

I'm gonna love you (I'm gonna love you)~

And I~

I'm gonna love you~

#gay #Jikook #Jimin #Jungkook #ryhming poetry #romance #BTS

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maguro13-2 · 7 months

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Death Vengeance ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 3 Pt.6

[The Base - Tomoya Ohtani]

Maka Albarn : Geez, sis! There's not much around in this fictional city located in the country, I mean the name Deathbucks cafe is actually Starbucks, but it's themed as a Japanese cafe from Akihabara, what is that, Tokyo?

Moirai Albarn : Well, apparently, I have no rights for you to tell that I'm on a tight busy schedule that this Soul Eater crap is pushing up daisies to those Needless dopes from Ultra Jump. Can't get enough of this world, and I wished that none of this would even think about the whole same Soul world situation. I bet there are lot of armed forces from those government taxes from the U.N., it's a sad loathing world that this influence from them is nowhere near of getting to the truth. So, where would you think the Poison Spear monster would be?

Maka Albarn : I don't know, but we do know is that we haven't seen one monster on this planet in the real world. These so-called fantasy worlds like this one are nothing but a bunch of baloney.

Moirai Albarn : Definitely I'm not getting the hang of this since we got a little carried away.

Maka Albarn : True that, anyone would make the difference. Maybe you are right about this. [the two stops to see a pipe]

Moirai Albarn : Hmm? What's this weird pipe doing here in the first place? Is it broken or something?

[a figure mysteriously jumps out of the pipe what appears to be Bandit]

Maka Albarn : What's that weird masked fella doing here? Is he some kind of thief or something?

Bandit : Hey, now! You got the wrong idea, man! Bandit's the name and I am at your service! I could give you a lot of details to explain the current situation of going behind the scenes.

Moirai Albarn : Well, What are you doing here in a fictional city located in a real world country like this?

Bandit : Well, ever since I got myself out of Nintendo of America in Redmond, Washington State, I doubt that I had my terms of traveling through the pipes in one of them places called Warp Zone, I heard that this Shaula Gorgon lady, leader of those so-called Traitors, was cleverly a diversion setup by Ansem, the Seeker of Darkness. Turns out that it was a heartless doppelganger after all. No one can resist the darkness itself. I might had adjustments of where your next clue might be. Anyway, I found out the Majo Detectives are working on a case to find the whereabouts of this mysterious pyramid that appeared in Egypt today, a great symmetrical building that came from nowhere. Nobody knows who built it, but nobody was allowed to enter the pyramid itself because, that place could be a trap to all humans and witches.

Moirai Albarn : The way I see it is, but we must be very close to the center of where our next clue might be. So, should we head to Egypt to get the Pyramid Anubis?

Bandit : Right away!

[the gang enters the warp pipe, then scene changes to them at San Francisco]

Moirai Albarn : What are we doing here at San Francisco?

Maka Albarn : Isn't this supposed to be City Escape itself?

Bandit : Nah! That was all made up by Sonic Team. Heck, even the game Sonic Adventure 2 took place over here. Not to have the spoils for me, I just get a little nervous traveling to kind of this town.

Maka Albarn : On that day, a truck came by and then attacked the whole town. Military in Sonic's world was surely messed up after that Space Colony Ark incident that took place 50 years ago.

Bandit : Yeah, yeah, I get that. The men of mobian influence got some nerves to keep that all a secret since the ancients on arrived on his world. That's a no brainier of mine. So, a few laters they decided to change their mind, Shadow's a loose cannon about four years since his mysterious revival in the 2000s, a biggest comeback to all fans of him since the debut of his first game released. Pretty not sure how a world like yours turned upside down, not a single strand of heart, soul, and DNA would be remained in order. I bet I could get a shoutout.

Maka Albarn : Of course.

Moirai Albarn : Speaking of which, all this walking is making me bored. Should we get bikes or something.

Bandit : Nope. I know one kind of thing that will get us to the nearest run way reginonal airport.

(scene flips)

Maka Albarn : Wow! thanks for that.

Moirai Albarn : I didn't realize that you can manage flip one scene to get us to the regional airport.

Maka Albarn : Where on earth did you manage to get us to the airport.

Moirai Albarn : Yeah, where did you get one to ride up to regional airports.

Bandit : Easy! We took the G.U.N truck that was upgraded for about ten years.

Maka Albarn : Wait, what?

[Buzzsaws appears coming out of the truck, covered with blood]

Bandit : Oh yeah, and it's got buzzsaws, powerful sharp, buzzsaws.

Maka Albarn : Where they really dangerous?

Bandit : Oh yes, but despite the people dead with their blood on the saws. This baby could really pack some quite of punch. But it was never happened to that blue blur himself, so an upgraded version of it have arrived over the past 9 years, took it granted for so long to get an upgrade. Welp, this is where we are!

[opens gate]

Bandit : The plane should be here around here somewhere.

Maka Albarn : Is there a Tornado 1 or a Tornado 2?

Moirai Albarn : Tornado 1's the red plane, and Tornado 2's the blue plane, both of them got scratched by that mad scientist or that mutated life form had sabotage the blue one. I'd say both of those planes are out.

Maka Albarn : What about the third Tornado. Tornado III.

Bandit : Oh yeah, about tornado III...

Maka Albarn : I'd say that it was only occupied by one two-tailed fox that became an astonishing genius of inventions that knows best. This is the Unleashed version of the Tornado, sadly, it was never reused. So we built a replica of the "Tornado II", with extra seats!

Bandit : Okay then! You take the Unleashed version of the Tornado, while I take the Tornado II.

Maka Albarn : Then let's get going!

[Believe in Myself by Jun Senoue plays]

Bandit : Engines on! Fasten your seatbelt!, and ready for take off!

[PROPELLERS RUNNING]

Bandit : So, you girls are in on this?!

Moirai Albarn : We're born to take flight on a plane. I bipedal is so much better than air planes. I'm ready to take flight! You're in on sister?

Maka Albarn : You betcha, you won't be seeing things high in the sky in these clothes of a Meister of mine! Let's fly high!

Moirai Albarn : You're the sister that I know to count me in!

Bandit : Alright, you two! Listen up! We gotta fly over to the Atlantic ocean and get to Africa, then once we arrived to Egypt we can give that piece of shit witch Samantha a taste of her own medicine, and proven to her that one thing that Gray Fox says, "a cornered fox is more dangerous than a Jackal"! Well this Jackal of a god is going to be super sweet! This is the opportunity that we demand!

Maka Albarn : Time to for us to give us for a head start.

Lakitu : Alright, tornadoes. Prepare for take off to Egypt in 3...2...1...

[the Tornadoes flies off]

"Next stop...Great Pyramids of Egypt"

~Thirty-Seventh Scene : Spreading the Wings~

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sapphylicious · 10 months

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I started writing notes for what was going to be a short (haha) series of connected FF16 oneshots, but now I can’t stop. I’m up to four or five planned stories in this collection.

Also my FF14 brain is like “what if you title each fic after a SMN ability?” It's so low-effort, but you know what, I am also low-effort.

Details and spoilers under the cut.

Currently powering through NG+ to reach the point where Joshua joins so I can refresh my memory on various things.

Radiant Aegis: The Joshua Show, covering the traumatic Phoenix Gate aftermath and recovery, and his decision to work against Ultima from the shadows. I feel like he never intended to reveal himself to Clive, that he planned to seal Ultima and die without Clive ever knowing, to protect him and spare him the pain, but circumstances kept forcing Joshua’s hand. (Which ended up being for the best because Power of Love and Friendship.)

Enkindle Phoenix: Clive uses an unconventional method to ease the burden of the curse on Joshua. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) That’s it, that’s the fic. With apologies to SMN mains for besmirching their summon abilities lmao.

Searing Light: Dion decides to do a test run to ensure that he can prime into Bahamut without losing control because the game robbed us of a sidequest about this exact thing. Features a field trip with the brothers, PTSD, made-up dragon lore.

Resurrection: How all three made it out of Origin alive because in this house everybody lives happily ever after.

Revelation: Post-Origin rebuilding of human society or something idk this one would be complicated.

And hopefully that will be all! Because this already well out of hand!

I didn't know that I loved traumatized, fucked-up brothers so much. Although it's probably more the mutual devotion and protectiveness bordering on obsession that I find appealing, rather than the brothers part per se. That's just a bonus lol.

As for Dion, I also love a tragic hero, a white knight whose good intentions result in the blood of innocents on his hands, who breaks under the weight of the guilt and then has to put himself back together. Which pretty much also applies to Clive! And heck, Jill too. They should all go to therapy together.

#fic: tri-disaster

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attourney-at-lycan · 2 years

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i want to talk about zane. (yes i just woke up and my first thought was block people)

tw men: physical and verbal abuse

in my rewrite i played a lot into his role as a priest as well his relationship with his family.

i believe garte taught zane to care a lot for his country and only his country. and hear me out it kinda works?

zane’s goal throughout the whole series is to gain power, he’s obsessed with power but why? no one’s born evil overnight and why would garte teach a kid to be cruel for no reason? and why zane of all his kids? why not garroth, what as different about garroth that he had to teach to zane?

anyway, questions aside, yeah- i believe zane genuinely loves his country and maybe grew up to believe that he should grow up to protect it. however he didn’t believe he was the one to be in power because that was garroth’s job. i think as envious as he was, he still thought garroth was sort of fitting to be a king, albeit a little too kind to others, he believed he himself could fill the role.

so god, imagine the anger and betrayal he felt when garroth ran away because he couldn’t marry someone. because he couldn’t commit to being lord (or king idk). because he didn’t care about o’khasis.

god that made no fucking sense oh my god.

aLSO- need for power could come from garte. i think garte is the type to believe that you have to beat someone down for them to grow stronger. i mean he didn’t do that with garroth and look how he turned out-

so i would not be shocked if garte would berate zane for being weak, or if he would start using physical abuse as a way to train “endurance”.

bro im so sorry im absolutely out order with my rants i keep losing track of shit-

ummm- recap, zane’s obsession with power grew because garte belittled him and raised to believe that o’khasis was the best place ever and that he should want to make it even better place. he wants to be powerful for both his father’s approval and for the better of the kingdom.

yes okay good recap, me.

back to zane being a priest thing. because garroth is gone, zane takes it upon himself to help o’khasis’ growth. he was already a priest by the time garroth ran away and didn’t feel like he’d fit as a king, so he decided to push for putting the church into government.

he was just your average human in physical talent, but he was extremely talented in getting people to listen to him, to believe what he says. and this is what i where i want to get with my biggest problem with zane in mcd.

zane’s a priest, he’s not supposed to be outwardly evil in public. im probably wrong but i don’t remember the people of o’khasis being scared or hating on zane- heck when he puts the city on lockdown, people listen to him.

so in my rewrite, zane has a fucking gilb tongue. he plays the extremely caring priest to his people (which i believe he cares for.. at first, and i’ll get to that in a bit) and when it comes to diplomatic shit, making deals with nobles, he knows how to manipulate them, butter them up with… just a couple words.

basically zane manipulates mansplains malewife /hj

what else did i want to talk about.

OH yeah- i also wanted to talk about garte. apparently he had a “near death experience” that ‘corrupted’ him because apparently this was why he treated vlyad like shit and fucked up zane.

and now im thinking, this was probably going to be a plot device to use later on because why would they specify this near death experience. my theory is that he’s a shadow knight. only thing that can pop into my head right now. either that or he didn’t have a near death experience because some abusers tend to flip flop attitudes a lot.

anyway, my brain isnt giving me any more on zane and im so sorry this was such a disorganized ramble- but idk as much as i kove mcd zane, i want to make him more than a grr evil power hungry priest who likes horsies because he deserves more! in my rewrite he’s someone who cares a lot about those he sworn to protect, very much like his brother, except his way to go about it.. grow a “bit” obsessive and it ends up causing mass murder and destruction because it doesn’t matter, they’re not the people he cares about and they’re in his way of getting the power he wants.

ok zane ramble over

#oops i posted it without tabs #aphmau #mcd aphmau #aphmau minecraft diaries #minecraft diaries #mcd zane #zane ro'meave #mcd rewrite #aphmau rewrite

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animefreak1145 · 3 years

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The Brilliance of Break On Through

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War Mission Break on Through—An Analysis

I have replayed the campaign of COD:BOCW numerous times—too many times truly. Did a whole playthrough where it was Hardened and soon I’m sure I shall do Veteran(something I have never done for any COD game. Not even Hardened.).

All missions have their own unique qualities—parts where the player gets a little rush of adrenaline depending on the kind of mission and how they choose to play it (Nowhere Left to Run just a plain shooting match while Brick in the Wall you can choose to remain stealthy like the good spy you are or go crazy like an eager homicidal maniac).

Even within the safehouse, there are plenty of little details to discover if you take the time to look around and observe everyone. Or, everything. (The radio if turned to a Russian station/correspondence, Adler changes it back immediately before Da Nang mission. Watching Park’s body language, as you talk to Adler and she periodically looks over to you two. Adler suspicious when you go to the Red Room or the locked room with the arcade. The T.V. being turned on in the Red Room)

But the amount of details, details, in the mission Break on Through is outstanding. I have played this mission more than any other due to me wishing to look at all the details. There’s so many, I think I may miss some. And I can’t show them off all to you cause I suck at creating gifs and don’t know how to transfer that from Xbox to my phone.

To lighten it up a bit, I won’t focus on the four different scenarios you go through—at least not each one. That would take too long and I do not have gifs/pics to show it off since Tumblr limits it to ten anyways.

I will, however, try to guide to what parts of the game you all can explore if you choose to do so. As well just how detailed they did this mission.

I am going to start with the different statements Adler says to you throughout all the Scenarios(17, 6, 11, 1). We only go through four in the actual game—but the fact it goes up to 17 or possibly more shows just how far they went in and messed with Bell’s mind.

Now, Adler seems to be a bit bipolar on how he talks to you whether or not you listen to him and all his directions. Either totally blasé and cold to giving you and pumping you up with more MK or meds, or actually a tad concerned and patient as he guides you through.

If You/Bell Stands Still/Does Nothing:

Example 1

“So you did nothing? What were you, in shock?”

He throws the words callously, mocking. As if Bell isn’t confused and lost at what is going on. He even sounds irritated that you might actually be in shock due to these memories that are just fake—not even real. Not like what he has.

Example 2

“What’s wrong with Bell?” -Adler

“I’m not sure. . .” -Park

“I guess we’ll just wait on you to proceed, Bell.”

The contrast is dizzying. He sounds concerned when he asks Park on what could be wrong with you. If he pushed you too far and now you’re just frozen. And, instead of rushing you due to how the fate of half of Europe is at stake, he decides to give you space. Just wait for you and you’ll come out of it soon enough.

He does these sort of reactions numerous times. Jumping from intimidating to the Adler we knew as the player, as Bell—kind and always in your corner that believes in you. He switches tactics based on what he believes will work really—or he just felt really on edge at times and threw the farce that you two were friends out the window.

Other examples include:

Scenario 11–Napalm Strike-in the lab in the room where you were brainwashed

“Christ, what’s happening with them?”-Adler

“A mild seizure. Sims, past me a benzodiazepine.” -Park

Again, concerned. Worried. Almost…at unease?

In the lab—tripped up on drugs. If you run through the tight shrinking hallway back and forth like so(I suck at making gifs, I’m sorry):

“Why is Bell repeating themselves?”

“Bell, stop speaking in circles.”

Now, as others may have suspected, Bell is talking to everyone as they’re stuck in this horrible loop of mental torture. Most likely muttering, hands clenching and arms pulling against the straps of the gurney, moving their head back and forth depending on what they’re seeing. I always saw Bell as muttering quickly in Russian as they go through all of this—their mother tongue where it may comfort them as they’re panicking and speaking to Adler.

It’s just a nice detail showcasing how exactly Adler knows that Bell is on script—Bell saying what they’re seeing and doing and what’s going on. It shows also just how hard they put Bell through the ringer(badum tss. I’ll leave now).

All the details too when the game shows how the drugs they put in Bell affects you. Like so. The hallways appearing long. The lights looking yellow. You feel so fast—look how quick you can run. Run towards the Red Door that Adler so desperately wants and maybe this can stop. Ah, why is it running away from you? What’s going on?

I don’t know about you, but I was so lost and confused at what was going on my first playthrough. For the majority of this mission, the possibility of me being brainwashed didn’t reach the BACK of my mind till probably I actually saw the flashes of scenes about Vietnam and calling Bell a subject. So like right here.

I personally thought that I had a repressed memory or something due to me going through the Vietnam War. That whatever I saw with Perseus, I—or rather Bell—repressed it from our mind due to how violent or horrible what we saw or experienced was. And that Adler suspected and just really wanted to know about it.

I didn’t expect for the man to actually brainwash my character—us—Bell! The game made Adler your mentor, who always defended you from Hudson and believed in your skills very highly. How he and Bell were basically perfect partners when the two of you were together.

It’s amazing—cause I think that’s what the developers were going for. The absolute trust. The loyalty. The denial that ‘maybe Adler is being a little harsh but hey, this is to help Perseus so it’s okay?’ It’s perfect. Because I’m sure that is what Bell actually felt in real time.

Yet, if you go through the total rebellious choice of not listening to Adler, some thing’s make sense. The Rebellious Side shows you way more than if you just listen to Adler like a Dutiful Soldier.

You go through this room if you choose the rebellious route, the T.V.’s automatically turning on the closer you get. Of Vietnam. And now, all those T.V.‘s that turned on by themselves(the Red Room, Lubyanka, Cuba) make sense. You were actually being brainwashed. Poor Bell probably can’t ever have a turned off/broken T.V. again. The trauma.

Said trauma being shown multiple times too. Not just the T.V.‘s. But the absolute terror that Bell felt, before they became Bell, with Adler.

Like do you see this? This terrified me when I saw it at the end of the hallway. I just saw a red shadow in the distance and I legit thought I was about to be chased. Call of Duty became a horror game(I also went through the door to the ground too my first playthrough, so before this I went through zombies and I think my heart was going to jump out my chest) I thought. I didn’t want to get closer. I had to, with each step I see that it’s not a shadow but a body. And than I see the familiar jacket, the sound of whirring in my ears and see it’s Adler’s head being twisted back and forth, side to side, up and down, in a speed that in inhumanely possible.

Makes one wonder if Bell themselves sees Adler as inhumane. Not human. Adler seeming to just be a god in their head. All the Adler shaped rocks/boulders you go through and see. Even one point the V.C. becoming Adler and you killing him over and over and dead bodies of Adler being everywhere.

The man has entered Bell’s head and won’t leave. Just like Adler won’t leave Bell alone.

Heck, there’s one point in my playthroughs of this mission I was by the bridge yet there were parts of the lab by it. I jumped towards it, noticing down below there were different floors of the lab that eventually reach the ground. I jumped to reach the next floor and missed and I died.

And Adler mocked Bell committing suicide.

That was the kicker really that Adler truly is indifferent towards Bell. Like complete disregard. I know it’s fake. We know it’s fake. Adler knows it’s fake—but to Bell, it felt real. That’s the crazy part. All of this—this whole sequence feels real to Bell so each time they die they actually feel it. It’s insane. It’s cruel.

But we all know that Adler isn’t known for his kindness. Still like his character though, he’s layered.

I don’t have the exact quote he said, didn’t wrote it down like the others. I was shook he said it at all.

Moving on to the final details I’m going to talk about.

When you go through the room, I believe this comes out for both rebellious and dutiful, really depends. You see it filled with post it notes, articles, plans, and newspapers. And you see once more just how Bell has been scarred.

I don’t know Russian or German, but I imagine the notes are similar to what the English one’s say. If I’m wrong, please point it out.

There’s also post it notes which I believe is in code as well due to all the numbers—I’m not sure what those could mean since I am no decoding expert.

Poor poor Bell. And with all these pictures and plans—of Adler included—it begs the question that Bell may have been warned about the famous America’s Monster beforehand. Had to have—since Adler is basically Perseus’s adversary due to how stubborn the American man could be. It just adds more to the story, despite Cold War having quite a short campaign, they made it up somewhat with all these details everywhere.

When you finally and actually reach the room.

As you grow closer to the table, to your chair in the conference room while everyone else seems to have their own spots, there’s something I noticed.

There’s glasses. As well as a hat. And it’s Bell’s. Or at least, it used to be. Why else is it on their side of the table? By their chair? I believe it might be reading glasses due to all the decryptions Bell does, whether on paper or through a computer, it’s hard on the eyes. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed this. For look at @second-vtoroy ‘s Bell)

I believe through the brainwashing, Bell might not need glasses anymore. After all, apparently they were a smoker like Adler before too but they took that out of you. What else they changed of Bell? It makes one wonder how far they truly went into molding a person.

Which just adds onto how mind boggling this mission is—this game is. This is my favorite COD game, despite how short it is. The details and choices and interactions with everyone and able to create your own character(albeit it’s very standard and not specific but it’s good enough for me) is AMAZING. I’ve always been a sucker for RPG’s and able to get that even a little in a COD game? Truly wonderful.

I couldn’t touch on everything because it would’ve gotten long, but the fun of the Break on Through mission never gets old. It’s genius multiple ways you can do it. All the details. The feelings you feel as a player as you go through it.

They truly did a unique job with this and I hope they continue with this type of game storytelling. Hopefully longer as well.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this rant basically!

Gifs made by me and used the video down below to help.

https://youtu.be/t6QkmkGGHSQ

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#russell adler #call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #cod cold war #cod bell #cod analysis #cod:bocw #call of duty analysis #bell call of duty #Adler and Bell #Cold War

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