#also alas poor unicorns

[k4tisblog]

10 MEDIA DIARY: MLP:FiM & YAKYAKISTAN.

Hello! Hi! This post may be a bit of a ramble. I have watched all 9 seasons of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It’s a comfort show, and has been very dear to me since I was a kid. While I love it to death, I want to point out its portrayal of race.

From the "Buffalo tribe" being analogous to Indigenous Americans (S1), to Rarity gentrifying an Indian Pony restaurant (S6), one could probably write an entire thesis about it. However, for everyone's sake, I'll focus on the episode "She's all Yak." (Season 9 Episode 7). Spoilers ahead, of course.

Introducing MLP:FiM A quick summary of the show thus far- Twilight Sparkle was a unicorn who earned the title of Princess of Friendship (and also wings). She couldn't have done it without her friends Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and last but not least, Rarity! The Mane 6 (that's a pun) have a reputation for saving the world (too many times to keep track). At the premiere of season 8, Twilight starts the very first School of Friendship! The point: to invite everypony everycreature to come and learn friendship. (There are implications here- but that's another discussion in and of itself.) The school's credibility is questionable, but they get through the trials and tribulations of the education system with the power of friendship!

Yakyakistan Let's just say things can go a bit off the rails when you invite different species into the My Little Pony cinematic universe. It didn't have to be bad. It really didn't.

Alas, the Yaks. They're from Yakyakistan. Speak "broken" English when no other species does. Being destructive is "crucial to their culture". Need I say more? It is not necessary to create this association to real-world regions using the suffix "-stan", for them to have "caveman-like” speech, for their "traditions" to be destructive tendencies. They are prideful and nationalistic to an unrational extent as well. Refusing cooperation with others, instead choosing to eat and sleep on snow comes to mind.

"However, despite Pinkie and the yaks' efforts, there is too much snow for them to dig through, and their forceful digging only causes more snow to fall from the mountain. Pinkie Pie offers to return to Ponyville and get help from her friends, but the proud Rutherford and his subjects refuse to accept help from ponies. Rutherford suggests simply waiting for the snow to melt, and he and his subjects resort to eating and sleeping on snow to survive. " (S7 Ep 11, MLP:FiM Wiki)

YONA: SHE'S ALL YAK As much as the Yaks were in poor taste (AT BEST), it was easy to avoid; they typically only existed in their own standalone episodes. Unfortunately, they keep appearing; Yona is chosen by Yakyakistan's Prince Rutherford to attend the School of Friendship. The main thing with the Yaks as characters is that their main "problems" in their episodes are the clash of their “savage” cultural norms vs. the “civilised” ponies.

Considering once again a clear association to real-life ethnic groups and these "cultural norms" enforcing real-world prejudice… Yeah, I do flinch every time a Yak plot is introduced. "She's All Yak" is an episode that I watched all the way through. I have things to say. Yona is asked by her (pony) friend Sandbar to join the Amity Ball and partake in the Pony Pals contest with him. Since the dance is traditionally pony-centric, she responds "But Yona yak. Yona not pony." Sandbar assures her that that doesn't matter and she accepts.

Now filled with a want to be the best Pony Pal, Yona sees Rarity stressing about Ball dresses and feels she has a lot to learn before the event. She turns to Rarity for guidance on what to wear, and how to act.

Rarity teaches Yona how to talk - shoving Brussels sprouts in her mouth to help annunciation.

Rarity: [elocuting] The weather is quite agreeable today. Yona: [muffled] The weather is quite agreeable today. [chews, gulps, belches loudly] Yona like Brussels sprouts! Rarity: Let's move on.

While Rarity looks through different dress options, Yona tells her she likes brown. Rarity expresses disgust at "earth tones," sticking her tongue out and calling them "earthy." She says not to worry; she'll find a dress to make Yona stand out! Yona says she doesn't want to stand out, but rather to fit in… Cue the musical number. "Once you learn the pony way you'll start to fit right in." Rarity sings while Yona gets transformation montage.

Yona's struggle in integrating into pony norms is turned comedic. It's exaggerated to the point of being downright unflattering. She's highlighted as dirty, clumsy, unfashionable, and, of course, destructive.

After a long while of Yona getting everything wrong, she manages to get things right! (She dances without causing earthquakes and speaks like a posh pony now.)

Yona’s ready to rumble.

THE AMITY BALL

Gallus: I'm just glad I'm here with you guys. Least I'm not the only non-pony in the crowd. Sandbar: You're not still worried about that, are you? Like Headmare Twilight said, this is a dance for everycreature. There's no pony pressure.

Yona's friends giggle at the contrast between Sandbars' statement and the sight of ridiculously-overponified-Yona.

They are all taken aback, and Sandbar looks concerned. He plays along with it; she did all this for him after all. The dances begin! Yona is excited, inviting Sandbar to dance. She dances well until she trips on her dress and takes a tumble. Regaining her composure, they move on to the Pony Prance. Yona’s wig temporarily obscures her vision and she freaks out. Stampeding through the Ball, she ends up hurting everyone and destroying everything in her path. Inconsolable, Yona runs off in tears.

"Yona disappoint Sandbar. Yona not make very good pony." Sandbar finds Yona and they have a heart to heart.

Yona: Yona just want to do all the right pony things and fit in at dance! Then maybe Sandbar and Yona win best pony pals contest. Instead, Yona win worst pony ever.[crunch] Sandbar: That's not true. (...) Sandbar: Yona, it doesn't really matter if you're a great pony or a horrible pony. You're the best Yona I know. That's why I asked you to the dance.

I don't have an issue with the message this episode is trying to convey. It's an obvious trajectory towards being yourself; you don't have to change for anyone - I appreciate the representation of this in Sandbar and Yona's relationship.

We get a sincere apology from the Mane 6, admitting that it was no fault of Yona's but rather their fault for unknowingly forcing her to be something she was not. Yona and Sandbar are given the winning trophy for the Pony Pal competition!

Spike then exclaims that "everypony wants to learn that crazy dance [Yona] did." She teaches them all the "Yakyakistan Stomp." They all start to dance as the camera shakes and the credits roll.

How do you feel about the use of the word “crazy”? CONCLUSIONS As much as I understand the intent, I can't ignore the root of Yona's character. From her personality traits to her place of origin... There are too many implications. I've scavenged for online articles, forums, etc. for opinions on My Little Pony’s Yaks, but it's proving to be a bit of a niche topic. Only in conversation have I heard of people who share my concerns or even acknowledge them. A friend of my girlfriend's posted about this on Reddit once, as I have come to learn, but was shot down by negative responses and disagreements. I suspect the difference in the main fanbases for MLP are a factor.

(I might go into this more in a future blog post - let’s just say that humanified fanart now is more diverse compared to a decade ago.) These comments I found while scrolling through the MLP:FiM wiki piqued my interest. While a fine assessment of the episode at large - the descriptions of Yak culture further prove my point. Just choosing to describe Yakyakistan culture with the word "simple" says a lot.

User Angel Emfrbl's "not that bad" feels like we're settling for "it could be worse. It all makes sense with the current characterizations." I want more people to want to dig deeper into what it all represents. There is a lack of acknowledgment of the root of the Yaks’ existence - their designs, plots, and worldviews.

The unflattering portrayal of Yaks being destructive and completely un-ponylike feels dehumanizing (deponifying?). There ARE ponies that are portrayed as Indian and East Asian. Even the Kirin species closely resemble ponies (just sporting different manes, horns, and tails.) If I'd even go out on a limb and hypothetically say the Dragons are implied to be Europeans (since they based on traditional European dragons), who could be hurt by being compared to a dragon? It certainly gets complicated to explore not only racial implications between ponies, but entire different species. Nonetheless, there is a heavy responsibility to check in with those who experience real-world discrimination before using it as plot points. At the end of the day - Personal biases must be checked, especially when writing for children's media. Hm. Thoughts?

Comments? Concerns?

Otherwise, have a good evening!

#digital diary #word vomit #mlp:fim #my little pony #yakyakistan #yona mlp #opinion #essay #criticism #mlp

[roomdeal79]

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[sage-nebula]

Xadia's History, A Summary:

Humans: "We are suffering and dying without magic, this sucks."

Unicorns: "That does suck; we will find a way to give you magic."

First Elves: "Idk unicorns, the humans seem sketch :/"

Unicorns: "You're just saying that because you're prejudiced, we will give them magic."

First Elves: "Go off, I guess."

Unicorns: "Here you go, humans, here are primal stones so you can do magic."

Humans: "Yay! This is so much better! We're going to make art about how much better this is!"

Unicorns: :D

Aaravos: "You know what though, you can do magic way more easily by just slaughtering magical creatures."

Humans: "Oh that's way better, fuck you, unicorns, lmao"

Unicorns: D:

Dragons: "So let us get this straight. The unicorns gave you a way to do magic, but dark magic was easier, so you hunted the unicorns to extinction."

Human Dark Mages: "Yes."

Dragons: "OK, time for us to hunt YOU to extinction, then."

First Elves: "Yup, agreed."

Humans: D:

First Elves' Chief's Daughter: "HOLD ON, what if we just banished them instead? Like we made them go sit over there on the other side of the continent and think about what they did?"

Dragons:

First Elves:

Dragon Queen: "Yeah that's fine."

Humans: "ALL of us?"

Dragon Queen: "How many unicorns are still alive??"

Humans: D:

Aaravos: "And then I ended up imprisoned in a mirror for aiding and abetting the extermination of the unicorns and banishment of humanity and etc etc WHATEVER it's all Avizandium's fault because I said so The End."

#the dragon prince #as summarized from the preview of Book One: Moon The Novelization #i mean it didn't add that very last part about Aaravos but given what we know #that led to him being put in the mirror #also alas poor unicorns #they were the only ones who did LITERALLY NOTHING WRONG in this whole fiasco #they were taken from us too soon . . .

[chrispaulcolfer]

What do you think of Kurt’s relationship with:

Rachel

Mercedes

Santana

any other friendship with girl? Brittany or Tina?

Oh boy. Okay.

Rachel: hate it. Hate the way it transitioned to sudden besties out of no where. Hate how it turned Kurt into her cheerleader 90% of the time while she took the 10% to reciprocate (Swan Song for example, that was a good pep talk from her to him). Hate how when he's not with New Directions, she's happy to help him try for a solo because he's her "only competition". Yet, when he tries for leading man material at McKinley, she too laughs in his face. When he gets the NYADA letter and she doesn't, she turns his excitement into her pity party. When he wins Midnight Madness, she turns it into "I guess I'm not talented enough and won't audition for anything". I hate how when she ditches him for fake friends who bad mouth him, she doesn't see that as a red flag to ditch them, until they vote for him and not her. I hate how she manipulates Elliott into claiming Kurt kicked her out when it was her own damn choice, and disowns Kurt when he didn't automatically take her side by playing referee for her outlandish claims against Santana. I hate "my best gay", it isn't cute, it isn't quirky, it's stupid and Kurt Hummel does deserve a better best friend who doesn't just use him to hoist themselves up. I'm glad Colfer called it the fuck out in his episode, even if it was magically fine at the end again just because she showed up to his Peter Pan show - shocker. I hate how she destroyed him being the actual student president by cheating, but that's fine because she owns up to it I guess? Like they still had to claim the cheerleader the winner who did nothing all year, when they could've had Kurt who would actually have done something good, but aT LeAsT sHe WaS HoNeSt right?????? I mean she is the one who also decided to run against him for a hot minute too, but SHE DROPPED OUT GUISE. BFF'S. It would've been so much better if they both went to New York, and then agreed to be roommates because it would be cheaper and we see them expand into actual friendship from there. Kurt doesn't need to stay relevant as a character just by being Rachel's best friend on the fact they both are into Broadway. THAT is the stereotype. Because remember, he's gay and she has two gay dads, so meant to be in each other's lives. Also ew having Rachel as a surrogate, what the fuck. No. Keep that controlling person away from any child of Kurt and Blaine's, that'll just cause more problems.

Mercedes: Maybe it's Colfer and Riley's friendship chemistry showing on screen, but I love and will forever love this friendship. I love that Kurt can admit he's wrong with her! ON HIS OWN! No sob story, no passive aggressiveness, no call out. Him realizing encouraging her to lose the weight was wrong? Growth. No, it isn't a perfect friendship, but it didn't start out of no where either. Kurt being dumb with trying to set her up with dates so he didn't feel bad in befriending Blaine. Mercedes letting her religious blinders encourage Kurt to go to church with her - but at least she approaches this conversation honestly, she doesn't sugar coat it from her point of view, which is good. They're both honest with one another. They're in each other's corners. Kurt Hummel heart eyeing every time she performs is the best. And it's dumb that it got pushed to the back for season 3 and onward. It should've grown from high schooler kids to young adults like a fine wine, instead of getting overlooked. There was potential of Mercedes being the surrogate, or even just another egg donor! But you know, some people needed to be zeroed in on and characters had to be tied to that characters hip, and Mercedes wasn't it.

Santana: Can you imagine how great (or terrible) this could've been if Kurt remained on the Cheerios? We can dream! But what we got in S4&S5 was great. Nice bantering, a mutual respect and understanding becoming a thing over time. They made pacts! They swore to each other about things off screen! She and him would've made a dangerous duo in New York if Rachel never moved back into the loft. She could've encouraged him to loosen up more, he would've helped her unlock a more vulnerable side of emotions when it came to catching feelings! Would've loved to see them bonding more like they did with the boyfriend arms watching TV! We were robbed, and s6 destroyed it all together, so. I wish we could've seen them on double dates, with Dani and Blaine. I wish we could've seen her trying to hook him up with guys in season 4! But no, two Slytherin's teaming up is too dangerous I guess. Fuck you glee.

Brittany: In the first season, it's nice to see that Brittany was the popular girl but still showing up to Kurt's house and dancing with him. It's because of her he joins the football team, briefly, and we get to see him kick ass at it and make a win for the Titans for the first time in however long! That's a big deal. I'm glad that she also approaches him in his "straight" phase and offers to help. And I'm glad she encourages Santana to go support Kurt during Prom Queen. BUT ANYTHING AFTER THAT, is null and void. Because she suddenly becomes this overly stupid child who only wants things done her way. When she offers to help him with his running for class president, she only focuses on him being gay and that's it - because it makes him a unicorn? It's a homophobic school, you really think shoving it in the bullies faces won't get him laughed out of a win? And he ditches the idea last minute anyway, so why bother going with that twist anyway? And when he gives her the rundown on what he wants to do, she ignores him and does it her way. When he gets mad, all of a sudden it's poor Brittany, she was just trying to help, Kurt's a meanie face. And when he (stupidly) accepts her idea for the campaign posters, she's like "oh by the way, I'm running against you now sorry I didn't tell you lol". And the bullshit of season 6 of her telling him that he needs to get over Blaine, then magically wants them to be in her and Santana's wedding? No. Keep her as far away from Kurt as possible after season 2.

Tina: Remember when Kurt fake dates her first? Wouldn't that have been an interesting play throughout that episode? Seeing Burt ask about Tina, Kurt bringing Tina over for dinner, Kurt and Tina discussing this new beard-ship for his dad, and then when he comes out, she would've been so happy for him? WE WERE ROBBED, YET AGAIN. We see them being friends throughout the seasons, but there isn't any growth with it. We don't really see her and Kurt doing things outside of school again. We see her help him for his NYADA audition as Christine (which he replaces her for Rachel, big shock, fuck you). We see him defending her against the jock bullies in the hallway. We see them walking to glee club together. But there's still nothing expanded on so it just falls flat. Clearly she and Kurt talk still after he graduates, as they both enjoy gossip. But what else?! We don't know! It had potential for friendship outside of school and outside of just gossiping! But alas.

#answered #anti Rachel Berry #anti hummelberry #anti brittany pierce #long post #fuck glee basically #😌 kurtanacedes ot3 basically. could've had it all.

[kotokos-cafe]

@urweirduncle You requested this! ;D

Slight Su1c1d3 trigger warning for Junko's part!

~ Mod Kotoko

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Celeste loves your talent a whole bunch!

She loves that it's such a refined and gothic talent to have.

It reminds her of the famous Victorian poets, like Mary Elizabeth Coleridge and the Brönte Sisters.

Even if you don't right those sorts of poems, that won't stop her from noticing the resemblance.

She won't approach you first to see your poems, but will absolutely listen if you decide to show her.

Celeste appreciates that a lot. She knows it takes a lot to show someone your poetry like that, and she's very grateful to have that sort of trust from you.

"The way you're able to string words together so beautifully and weave them into a work of art all your own is truly magnificent, S/O. It's beautiful, Darling. Thank you for sharing."

She's going to give honest but gentle feedback, not biased on her own preferences. For example, if she notices you overuse a word, she'll point it out and suggest synonyms.

She always makes sure to praise your writing, and refuses to allow you to think insecure thoughts about it. Her wonderful S/O isn't going to be feeling inadequate on her watch!

Celestia will also spoil you with lots of poetry merch! Doki Doki Literature Club! merch, stationary sets, and anything else that makes you happy.

It's best if you don't ask where the money is coming from. She is the Ultimate Gambler, after all. Her luck with gambling outweighs even that of Makoto Naegi's.

Point is, Celeste loves to spoil her partners, and since you're the Ultimate Poet, her best course of action is through writing utensils and supplies that assist you with your talent!

She'll stop if you ask her to, but she'll be kinda disappointed about it!

She says it's like fate that she won you! The gothic, royal-looking princess and her adorable little poet, singing sonatas at her.

She reads Shakespeare, if you can't tell, with Romeo and Juliet being her favorite, since it reminds her of you.

Poor Mukuro basically has no sense of self, so expect her to ask you if she should like it first.

"S/O, I-I know I'm stupid, so how do I feel about this? Do I like it?"

You ended up crying and telling her that she can feel however she wants about your poetry, and that you wouldn't hurt her for not sharing your opinions like Junko did to her.

From that moment on, she tried to be more open about her opinions about your writing, usually very good, but still quite afraid to express constructive criticism.

Poor Mukuro. :(

You wrapped her in your arms and reminded her that she's safe with you and she's allowed to have negative opinions, too.

Mukuro did her best to start giving you constructive criticism, but it's always coupled with an apology for having those feelings or asking you not to hurt her.

It'll take awhile to get her out of that habit, but she will, eventually, and she loves you so much.

She also is one to help you write poems! She'll do those fun games with you.

For example, she gives you a word, and you write a poem based off of it. With enough pushing, she may even join you and write a poem with you!

She absolutely learns to master whatever style you write, whether that be haikus, rhyming couplets, stanzas, or whatever it is you write in your spare time!

She's always the type to ask for tips to improve her writing, stating that she wants to learn from the best of the best, and be like the person she loves.

Mukuro has always been conditioned to believe that she needs to be someone else (Junko), so oftentimes, she'll either try to write like Junko would or write in your style to impress you.

If you tell her that she's perfect as just Mukuro Ikusaba, she will be in tears, mark my words.

But she loves you nonetheless, regardless of your talent, and strives to be like you.

Junko, at first, only liked you because she found you interesting because your poems brought her despair. It doesn't matter if you write about sunshine and unicorns or death and destruction of the world, your poems gave her despair, for whatever reason.

She was curious if you'd be willing to help her and use your poems to brainwash the class a year under hers into her loyal servants of despair.

Of course, you agreed. Your girlfriend had done nothing but loved and supported you, and if all she asked in return was that you use your talent to aid in her goals, you were willing to do so.

Junko tasks you with writing the most despair-inducing poems you possibly can, doing the same thing as Mukuro, and giving you words to base your poems off of. She'd ask that your poems praise despair and diminish hope, promising that she'd convert you to be just like her soon.

You were in love with her, truly, so you agreed. You did want to be with Junko forever, and if a life of despair was what it took for that to happen, you were completely willing. You knew you'd enjoy it soon, anyway.

So you helped her to brainwash Mikan, and Sonia, and Kazuichi, and Teruteru, and Gundham, and Peko, and Fuyuhiko, and everyone else that would soon become the Remnants Of Despair, and even her own sister, Mukuro.

You were in a world of pure despair as Junko manipulated everyone to do her bidding, which you ruled alongside your queen as the Remnants wreaked havoc in the streets.

Eventually, the time came for your reward, as Junko brainwashed you into despair, as well.

You two spread despair with your poetry, with Junko trying her hand at it, as well. That was often a date or some quality time between the two of you.

Except now, your poems all revolved around your genuine love for despair, as well as your love for Junko, which always makes her very happy.

She always insisted you would be happier in despair, and you were! You were grateful to her for converting you, and making the Ultimate Poet fall to despair.

You were her second-in-command, the one behind all her schemes and made them possible, usually with your creativity with words, which made you an excellent speech-maker. You were often the motivational speaker.

But alas, all good things must come to an end, and Junko eventually perished in the line of duty of gifting despair to others.

So what did you do? You followed your beloved queen to the grave, of course.

You would be together forever.

#fluff 🌸 #angst 🥀 #🎀 Mod Kotoko 🎀 #Junko Enoshima #Mukuro Ikusaba #Celestia Ludenberg #tw: suicide implications #tw: death #🍬 order accepted! 🍬 #🎂 here you are! 🎂

[ins0mnia-an0nym0us-au]

my thoughts on The Umbrella Academy S2 [spoilers ahead]

so putting all my thoughts down was really hard. i decided to do it per character instead of like per appearance/episode - sorry if this is kinda hard to follow. this is also VERY LONG... hence the keep reading but here is a small taste -

he really overestimates his ability to time-travel

she told those men that she blew their mind + their heads literally blew up - mine about did too

FIVE

he really overestimates his ability to time-travel

k - he really needs to learn to TALK to his siblings more

but also he needs to work on his talking skills...

seeing five just mass murder people is highly amusing because he’s in the body of a 13yr old

also but how soft five was with vanya - i cry

i wanted a mention of dolores but alas only klaus remembered

though i did enjoy the continued coffee obsession - even if it was subtle

ALLISON

she told those men that she blew those their mind + their heads literally blew up - mine about did too

the second she walked into that diner - i was pAniCKing

the way those women were READY to throw down when allison ran into their shop - we stan them all (one of them was wielding a piping hot curling iron)

her husband ray is the sweetest of men + just what she needed before having to go back to twentieth century/glamour

i really liked the way they showed the consequences of allison using her powers - how she quickly slips back into bad habits. how it makes her into someone she doesn’t like

i’m really glad they didn’t forget claire - i was gonna be mad if she wasn’t mentioned

LUTHER

i stan luther hargreeves + i run the luther hargreeves protection squad cuz all of you are meanies who like to blame him for everything when in reality the real problem is their father

controversial opinion that i will be making a much larger post on but i ship allison x luther - they aren’t biologically related, they were only raised as siblings, there is 0% wrong with them falling in love

luther didn’t bother me in s1 like he did all y’all but that’s cause i’m mature enough to realize all of the siblings are fucked up - so the fact they made him more likeable this season is so nice. maybe ya’ll will take a chill pill on your luther hate-train

it was very interesting seeing luther so apathetic for the first bit of the season, when he had such a hero-complex last season

listen his talk with vanya in the barn was amazing - some people might be upset about the gun but the last time any of them saw her she had just blown up the fucking moon mkay?

he apologized for failing as a brother

for not being there

and he even said he didn’t care if vanya was bullshitting him

last thing - luther underestimating his self-importance now because of how he overestimated his self-importance in s1. i love that psychological circle

DIEGO

him being in the nuthouse makes perfect sense - i won’t lie

his role-reversal with luther this season was so *chef’s kiss*

TEAM ZERO *gives diego the fist-bump he deserved*

the moment lila slapped him when he leaned in for a kiss was the funniest shit ever - ‘i don’t understand you’ - then she kisses him - i was cackling

she gave him so much shit + i love that about her

when reginald yelled at him + it made his stutter come back for the fist time since he was a kid - FEELINGS

so in that last battle when diego redirected those bullets - that’s a power of his in the comics isn’t it? or is that just his power? projectile redirection? cause that was a confusing ass way to introduce that. just saying

him interacting with grace this season was like... hard cuz it’s not really her

KLAUS

the fact he made a cult is just so... klaus

he very much so looks like a hippie jesus

i’m kinda glad they showed him relapse because in a lot of media once someone gets clean it’s all butterflies + roses + unicorns out the ass. in reality - relapses happen

the family still isn’t very nice to klaus but we can work on that - they are better than before. it’s a work in progress

klaus trying to stop dave from dying but instead moving up his enlistment date

that diner scene made me hurt

BEN

the fact he is so over getting klaus out of things -  I'M So tIrED oF YouR shIt Klaus

WE GOT KLAUS’S LEVITATING ABILITY BUT IT WAS JUST BEN AND I LOVE THIS ADLGFJGKLSDFJG

when the two of them were just fighting on the side of the road - i cackled

ben being the one to talk vanya down? what we deserved

‘hug me while i go’ - i cry

THE ENDING WITH BEN BEING THAT LITTLE SHIT HEEL BUT ALIVE

i can’t wait for jackass alive ben next season

VANYA

poor girl is awake for a whole ass 5 seconds before getting hit by a car

i really thought vanya was pretending to have amnesia

may i say that s1 vanya dressed far too gay to be heterosexual + s2 vanya did not disappoint

as a gay i appreciate the fact the writers heard all of us saying vanya is 100% gay + being like ‘ok sure’

it makes me kinda sad how happy vanya was with no memories vs s1

her connection with harlan was just so - amazing

also, i think harlan always had powers + that’s why vanya was able to pull a moses at the lake + jesus harlan back to life

i liked sissy. i also liked how she gave us a glimpse into a very realistic thing that used to happen to women who loved women. they would marry men because it was the norm. they’d also have affairs.

and her choice to stay was one made by a good mother - she was putting harlan first. every good mom puts their child first. even if they so desperately want to be selfish.

in good news - vanya now knows she likes vagina!

the fact they legit used LSD on vanya while she was being electrocuted was A LOT

seeing inside vanya’s mind was super interesting - especially when she remembered + how she was trapped inside the white violin

she wanted to die - let’s all take that in for a second

she ASKED for her siblings help + they didn’t disappoint for ONCE

her POWER at the farm... she leveled an ARMY

MISC.

i stan herb + elliot

the handler is super conniving - i wasn’t expecting to dislike her this much

ngl i was rooting for fish-man

lila had me convinced she was crazy the first half ngl - also i guessed she was one of their lost siblings when she first fought five

the three swedes weren’t as fun as hazel + cha-cha but still decent

reginald continues to be #worstDadever

anyone else a little confused why he peeled his face off? s1 flashback he was in human form on his home-planet but apparently it’s a mask???

we saw the original grace!!! she was just as perfect as the robot version too!

BABY POGO IN HIS LITTLE JAMMIES MADE ME WANT TO SNUGGLE HIM SO BADLY - that is all

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 2 #spoilers #the umbrella academy spoilers #tua #tua2 spoilers #tua spoilers #vanya hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #baby pogo #grace #hazel #cha-cha

[siren-virus]

ok, It's been a long while since I've sent an ask, and though that can be atributed to life being life, that can only go so far and these previeous 3 days I've been lazing around mostly XD So, in order to compensate, here's the asks for Free and SWUP that have entered my brain and I haven't filtered out yet that I'll send you. Answer as you see fit for I might send repeated questions or some that have already been aswered before in another form.

For SWUP, would SWUP (Does she have another name? I can't remember) ever try a work somewhere? She has to get money somehow if she wants to be able to buy food, clothes, a home, and pay for all the medical expences she might have to go through. What other friends would she have other than wine aunt and coffee barista? I remember you said there might be a third one who's not really relevant, but whos father is, and you were still unsure on wether to include them or not. Also, the humans in this Earth, how much do they know about aliens? The Unicorns and Dragons? I imagine that considering the amount of damage they can do when they fight, and considering that apparently their experiments on abducted humans that they leave on Earth for like a month before taking them forever, would make them fairly known, and have something like a world agency looking out for different cases or something, however succesful they actually are.

Now onto Free, Is there any chance that we could get to know of any of the friends that the rag-tag group would make along the way of the travels? Like, there HAS to be someone who they befriend without any shennanigans involved at the very least, or with minimal ammount of them, just as there HAS to be a friend made after a disaster of cataclismic proportions happens that inebitably onvolves the found family. Also, how long was Leo outside on his own before bird friend (forgot his name) found him and started to get them back to the Domes? Considering that they have a long adventure, I imagine that he spent at least a month outside without an idea of any direction he was going, and getting lost along the way because of course he gets lost, before he was found. Would the team find anyone else who was part of the Domes but left of their own volition too? Another traveler similar to Leo, but that doesn't want to return to those places for X or Y reason? Would there be anyone from the Domes that they meet that DIDN'T want to leave the Domes in the first place but got out regardless? This could be for whatever reason, from kidnapping to exhile to attack to the Dome to simply escaping from a bad situation.

oop sorry for taking a bit to get back to you,

youre questions make me realise how under developed my stories are wheeezee so i rlly appreciate your questions!!

SWUP aka Vicky her human alias. or I guess the unicorn is the alias. AH SHIT I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THAT!! Originally when i made SWUP she was supposed to be in high school. But as i grow I also like my characters to grow with me. Maybe I'll get her a job as one of them gym buddies (it has to be a job that allows for some form of freedom, enough to like be able to do th vigialnte thing- (i forget the name) Medical expenses aren't too bad, I'm basing it off aus medical- which means medicare! Plus she doesn't need the hospital all that often, she can regenerate.

In terms of friends she doesn't have many not because she socially inept (like myself)- she was very popular in highschool, but there isn't many people she can relate to. Her best friend James (pending name) comic book nerd that loves super heroes is all she's got. And some gym bros, but they're just friends at the gym, outside complete strangers. I really do want James to be relevant to the plot and not his dad and daddy issues, but he's a bit hard to squeeze in. Maybe if I sat down to actually do some writing, maybe--- ALAS I am but a creature of laziness, and poor attention span. (im barely focusing on Flee atm and I rlly wanna try developing GECKO again fml)

Humans know little to nothing about aliens (excpet for like the government and so wackos who a really into scifi) So even though SWUP is doing her best to help ppl, she's seen as a horrifying villain that is stage one to an alien invasion. (the scifi wackos play a part in that.) Although most Police officers appreciate the help... most.

Suprisingly no, most humans who were mutated into unicorns almost seem to disappear, SWUP is an exception. Why is that hmmmmmmmm? this is kind of a big moment, if I ever plan to push this idea to the webcomic/animation stage, youll see.

There's not really an official .org agency or anything like that, but some wackos who love space, and an actual scientist or 2. So far they have deducted that unicorns are evil space creatures who prey on humans and consume their flesh to get stronger so they can lay eggs and take over the world. There's not a lot of truth to that. Some parts tho... but which part? At the moment I'm really into mystery- so maybe I'll add some mystery elements, or I'll give it to GECKO. first i gotta redesign Mac, poor lad is not a looker I'l tell you that.

FLEE I barely know their friends either- haven't gone about developing them. HOWEVER. I do have a villain in mind. I remember making him for my illustration class back in uni (sigh uni days...) I dom't have a name, but I have a face. He's a big leader of this village known for killing the hybrid/mutants. He and his crew, a rag-tag gun loving, truck driving, share-a-brain-cell, lot. How they've managed to become successful hunter bunch is unknown.

But one the friends I have developed enough is Bolt, who also comes with their own shennanigans and an old rusty bus. Techincally they don't need it because they're fast as fuck, but it helps to have around incase you get a goliath sand bobbit on your hands.

Tristian is the human, Leo is the bird friend. Actually Trisitian was out on his own for three days, he didn't cover much ground when he finally met Leo either- dumbass didn't bring enough food and water to last. He didn't even have a plan, just wanted to go out. The only reason Leo didn't send his ass running home was because something- or someone- pushed them far. far away. Oh my who could it be?

Tristians kind of a rarity, not many people leave the domes unless it's through underground passageways to other domes. Most people are blissfully unaware of the outside world. Not to say Tristians the only one who escaped, but he's the only one who's survived outside for so long. (dome people don't have any survival skills) The only reason Tristians gotten so far is dumb lucks and a hot headed bird friend.

#flee #answer #swup #tristian #leo #vicky

[hatsukeii]

Hiii do you have any relationship Hc's for goshiki

Hmmm this is gonna take a bit, but I have some ideas in mind:D

Our weird bowl cut boy lol

He’s gonna be Shiratorizawa’s ace... someday.

I’m gonna split this to two parts, because I write long hcs and I wanna write out how you guys dealt with your feelings before actually dating.

👾Goshiki👾

✨Confession✨

- Really clueless at first.

- By really clueless I mean REALLY CLUELESS.

- When you joined the volleyball team as manager, he definitely tried to talk big, trying to give you a good impression of who is and why you “shouldn’t mess with him.”

- He refused to get close to you, despite your efforts in trying to get him to loosen up.

- “You’re just gonna be a distraction.”

- “I’m here to beat Ushijima and become the ace of Shiratorizawa, not make friends.”

- Ah yes, the typical no bullshit shounen anime protagonist that ends up somehow becoming the little brother of the team.

- And also ends up as a tiny crush for a certain someone.

- You don’t really know when you started noticing him that much. He was kinda just... there.

- But alas, seeing how determined he is to get to the top? Mad respect.

- Maybe with time that respect slowly became admiration and attraction.

- You wanna know how determined he is? Think Kageyama, but times ten.

- This bitch waits for everyone to leave the gym after practise, then continues to train his ass off for hours. I’m talking 4-5 extra hours of training.

- You only know this because you stay behind in the gym to clean up the equipment, and he doesn’t leave the gym when you do, which is about an hour or two after practice ends.

- Whenever you ask him when he’s leaving, he just waves you off halfheartedly, usually muttering a casual “I’ll be leaving soon, don’t worry.”

- And if you think that’s it? Oh nononono.

- There has been one instance where you saw him passed out.

- Like Goshiki trained so hard he just blacked out due to exhaustion.

- How you found him?

- Well,

- Your dumbass left your textbooks in the gym, so you had to go back and retrieve it.

- It was like what, 8 in the evening, but the lights and air conditioning were still on.

- You were already weirded out, so you decided to be extra careful. You know how high schoolers are these days, who knows what they’re doing behind closed doors sometimes.

- You creak the doors open just a bit, taking a peep.

- And your eyes land on a motionless Goshiki just laying on the gym floor.

- That scene scared the shit out of you.

- You checked his pulse, and his breathing. To your relief, his pulse was still there, although it wasn’t as strong as it should be. However, his breathing was definitely shallower than usual.

- Thank god for that emergency treatment course you enrolled for last year. You knew how to treat Goshiki almost immediately, raising his legs and keeping them up with a stool you found. What you didn’t expect, was for him to not wake up even after 5 whole minutes of you checking on him.

- That time you literally called an ambulance.

- Needless to say you definitely scolded him when he woke up, before forcing him to eat and drink something.

- Turns out for the past months or so, he’s been training for an extra 4-5 hours a day, without enough food or water to replenish himself.

- It would be about 9-10pm when he got home, where he had to finish his homework and finally get some food in his system, mostly leftovers. When he’s done with homework, it would be around 1am, which would be when he actually cleans up and hauls his ass to bed.

- He has to wake up at 5am for morning practise.

- You were about to punch him when he told the doctor all that.

- Since that worrying experience, you’ve forced Goshiki to leave the gym after a maximum of two hours.

- You walked him to the bus station after every single practise, just to make sure he doesn’t pass out.

- (And also to stare at him while he listens to music and tosses the ball occasionally, but he doesn’t need to know that.)

- Goshiki honestly appreciates the walks to the bus stop and the casual conversations you guys can hold.

- And to be honest, he was pretty surprised you’d actually go along with what you said in the hospital and “Walk him home every single day until he’s done with volleyball in highschool.”

- These days you patiently wait for him to finish his extra practise, and set an alarm for 2 hours. Once those 2 hours are up, you’re dragging his ass out of the gym with his stuff all packed neatly. No buts, nope, don’t wanna hear it.

- Maybe it was the determination you had to make sure he was safe and healthy, or the dumb conversations you had every single day about mermaids getting laid and unicorns getting horny.

- Because with time, Goshiki eventually succumbed to his feelings and admitted to himself.

- He had fallen for you. Hard.

- And there was nothing he could do about it.

- Except,

- Avoid you as much as he could.

- Poor little Goshiki was so clueless that he thought avoiding you would eventually cause his feelings to just disappear like how my dad went to get the milk.

- Whenever he saw you in the hallways, he’d just blush and walk the other way, even if it was the opposite direction of where he was supposed to be going.

- Nope, no fist bump, hi five, nothing.

- Alas, he couldn’t avoid you much anyways, since you were the manager for the volleyball team, and you also persisted on walking him to the bus stop every single god damned day.

- All he could do was try and muster up the driest possible responses to anything you said.

- “So, how was practice? You feeling anywhere near as powerful as Ushiwaka yet?”

- “Eh, it was okay.”

- “You want something to eat or drink? We can go to that boba store around the corner from last week and get something.”

- “Nah, I’m good.”

- You were weirded out, to say the least.

- Since when did Goshiki pass on boba?

- “Oi, Tsutomu, are you feeling okay? You’re acting a bit odd.”

- You raised your hand to his forehead, feeling the warmth on your palm as Goshiki flared 50 different shades of red.

- “U-uh, my stop’s there, I’ll see you tomorrow bye-” he rambled, stuttering over his words before zooming towards the wrong station.

- “What just happened?”

- All Goshiki could do was get home as quick as possible, finish all his work, eat up, clean himself, and just scream into his pillow.

- “I’ve been avoiding her for so long, why is she still stuck in there?”

- He was being so blatantly obvious with avoiding you that the volleyball team eventually had to speak up.

- That went terribly.

- “Goshiki, why aren’t you focusing these days? Is there something troubling you?” -Shirabu

- “Plus, you haven’t even spared a glance at y/n, let alone talked to her. Aren’t you guys like best friends?” -Tendou

- “Goshiki do you like her?” -Ushijima

- Goshiki almost choked on his water.

- No, not almost. He definitely choked on his water.

- “What? ME? PLEASE! OF COURSE NOT!” -Goshiki, in denial, blushing

- “Seems like you do to us.” -Ushijima, as blunt as usual

- “Well then, you should’ve just told me Goshiki. I never knew you disliked me.” 

- Oh shi-

- Well isn’t it convenient? You were standing right there with volleyballs in hand when he decided to belt out that statement.

- For the next few weeks, you both avoided each other as much as you can. You even stopped walking him to the bus stop.

- Until the day before their match against Karasuno.

- At this point, Goshiki had had enough.

- This was troubling him to an extent already, and he also had the match to worry about.

- At the end of practice, he waited until all the members of the team (especially Tendou) left the gym, before harshly pulling you into the storage room, pulling you down to sit next to him on the floor.

- “What do you want Goshiki-”

- “I like you. That’s it.”

- What the hell.

- Your mouth hung open, you face and neck feeling hot, as he made his way back into the gym, practising yet again. All you could do was sit in the storage room, still not comprehending what had just happened.

- Not knowing how to deal with this, you grabbed your stuff, and made your way home as quick as you can, not wanting to deal with the situation at hand yet. You flop onto your bed once you reach your room, and scream into the pillow out of frustration.

- “Why did I do that? That was my chance, I blew it! I’m so stupid oh my god.”

- Goshiki was also being extra aggressive with the volleyballs too. By the time he had finished his extra practise, his palms were scathed and sore, red marks scattered all over.

- During the match agaisnt Karasuno, he was extra nervous, not wanting to screw up.

- But at the same time, the events of yesterday replayed in his mind like a broken record. The way you stared at him in shock, not even making a sound. How you left the gym as quick as it happened, not sparing even a glance at him. It made him regret ever befriending you in the first place. He should’ve known that this was bound to happen.

- This led to him being extra aggressive during the match. Both teams were shocked and quite frankly, a bit intimidated too.

- Goshiki was fueled by all his pent up rage against himself, a seemingly dark aura radiating off of him on the court. He was stupid. An absolute imbecile. A moron. An idiot that put his heart on his sleeve, not once thinking about the consequences it could bring.

- When coach Washijo decided to scream “if you’re gonna stare, at least stare at a damn girl” at him, he sneered so hard at him his face was about to become permanently contorted. Even his own coach, the spawn of satan, was taken aback.

- The fact that Shiratorizawa ended up losing did not help. At all. All that did was make his day even shittier.

- Until you finally told him you reciprocated his feelings.

- Not long after the loss, the team all went their own way home, feeling miserable about the game.

- Goshiki had his earphones in, walking towards the bus station, head hung low as he silently sobbed, feeling like absolute shit.

- You caught up to him, before basically engulfing him in a huge hug from behind, nuzzling your head into his shoulder, refusing to let go.

- He was flustered, to say the least. Frozen in place, tears continued to stream down his face in steady streaks.

- “I’m sorry for your loss today, and for yesterday too.”

- His eyes widened at your apology as he furiously wiped the hot tears, his eyes still slightly puffy and his nose still red.

- At this moment, Goshiki needed someone. Desperately. In one swift motion, he had turned around and held you with an iron grip, a hand pushing your head into his chest, his back hunched with his head in the crook of your neck as he cried, this time letting the sobs and whimpers become audible. His salty tears met your skin, rolling down to your collarbone.

- “So the reason why you’ve been avoiding me was because you liked me?”

- Goshiki nodded into your neck, still crying.

- “Well I’ve liked you since the start of the school year too, so don’t worry. I’m here for you.”

- Hearing that, he detached himself from your neck, staring at you, surprised at how calm you were and how dense he had been.

- “Wait for real?”

- You were in a hurry, since you promised to run some errands, so you did the first thing that popped into your mind.

- On your tiptoes, you gave his lips a quick peck, before running away, your face completely red.

- “For the record Tsutomu, we’re dating now I guess.”

✨Dating✨

- What a sweetie.

- At first, he’s super secretive with the relationship, not wanting people to find out.

- Especially not his parents. He would have hell personally sent to him in a cute little death package if they ever found out he was dating someone.

- He tried his best not to show any trace of him being in a relationship during practice.

- But alas, Tendou once sneaked up on you two holding hands at school and instantly knew.

- This redhead announced it to the whole team that you two were dating and you almost beat him up.

- Now, he’s opened up a lot more about this than when it first started.

- No, his parents still don’t know about you two.

- But his friends knew not to hit on you, and the volleyball team would constantly tease him when you walked by, making kissy noises and over the top fake moans. Tendou once shoved two balls up his chest just to imitate you. You looked over to see your third year senior with an ahegao face, two volleyballs unevenly shoved into his shirt as he skipped around. You stared in disgust, giving him a slight scowl before turning around and continuing with your shit.

- Needless to say his other balls were absolutely wrecked by Goshiki.

- Will spoil you so badly like damn.

- Occasional gifts from lil bowl cut is something you should definitely expect.

- Sometimes you’ll just randomly find a new pair of earrings or a new phone case on your desk with a note from him, while your classmates stare in awe and lowkey envy you from afar.

- Very, very frequent dates.

- I’m talking like every weekend, and sometimes even after school on friday.

- Dates planned by Goshiki aren’t ever extravagant or anything, but god damn do they make you feel blessed. Usually it’s just to a cute cafe, maybe a carnival, or a movie date.

- Dates planned by you though? Ohohohoho he was in for so much fun. I’m talking trampoline parks, amusement parks, gaming cafes, volleyball dates, all that fun shit.

- You would let him teach you how to play volleyball, and end up laughing your ass off at how incredibly bad you were while he kinda just gives up on teaching you and goofs around.

- Your hands running through his hair is literally the best thing he has ever felt no cap.

- Likes to cup your cheeks a lot, just to make you flustered.

- (Secretly loves it so much when he’s able to make you all blushy because oh my god you look so cute.)

- You’re not allowed to sleepover at his, nor is he allowed to sleepover at yours because strict parents!

- The rare times when your parents allow you to go “help your friend Goshiki study,” you guys actually do serious studying.

- Then right after that comes the cuddling.

- Okay let’s be real, Goshiki would probably be really awkward at the start.

- He’d probably try make sure you were comfortable, so his body would be twisted into some weird position.

- But he eventually found his favourite way to cuddle with you, in a way where both of you could just lay in peace comfortably without breaking your backs.

- Most times, he would lie sideways on his bed facing you. He’d snake one hand around your lower back, the other to your head as he pulls you in close, resting you against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, which sped up every time you nuzzled against him.

- Cute.

- Will give you pecks on the lips every single morning when he first sees you, wherever he is.

- It do not matter to him how many people are watching, he do not care. At all.

- Holds your hand e v e r y w h e r e .

- He’s also very fond of forehead kisses.

- He just finds them so heartwarming and intimate in a non sexual way.

- Every time something was bothering you, or you were just breaking down because of how shitty life was, he knows exactly what to do.

- He’d pull you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head while drawing circles on your back with his fingers.

- If it was worse and you were crying, he likes to wipe your tears for you, kissing the stains on your cheeks, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

- Loves it when you wear his hoodies.

- They’re oversized on you and oh my god sweater paws are the death of him. 

- You’re honestly relieved he’s not looking for anything sexual. 

- He’s too pure for that shit, keep his innocence.

- You made a promise to cheer for him wearing his jersey whenever he played in matches, and you’ve never broken it.

- PDA.

- SO MUCH PDA.

- This boy. He loves showing you off to his teammates so much.

- “I may not be as good as Ushijima at volleyball yet, but at least I’m not a crusty single bitch.” -Goshiki to some rando that insulted his skills and personality

- “You guys go look for your own plus ones to the school dance, I’m keeping y/n.” -Goshiki to his friends

- “Stop imitating her Tendou-san, it’s insulting to her. You’re too odd to get even close to imitating her accurately.” -Goshiki to Tendou who had volleyballs in his shirt and pants

- Please just protect him at all costs, he’s so precious.

Love how the request was for relationship hcs and I ended up writing more backstory lmaoo

Still hope you liked it though I worked on this for days xx🥺🥰

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #hq headcanons #hq hcs #shiratorizawa #karasuno #goshiki tsutomu #haikyuu goshiki #hq goshiki #goshiki x reader #ushijima #tendou #volleyball #hq x reader

[dangermousie]

I got to give points to Lu Xiao even after all of this asking QYT point blank why he attempted to kill him and take him magic. Alas, QYT has no memories of this event and he can’t really say that because he knows it would sound absurd so he just says something like he must have snapped.

Ummm. Not good.

And after that Lu Xiao really loses it and when you add in that it would have been one thing if QYT had a good reason or even if he didn’t but he was so obsessed with the Dao that nothing else mattered but to LX it looks like he is able to put aside the pursuit of the Dao for his fellow brothers and his other disciple (he doesn’t know QYT doesn’t have other disciples, long story, but it’s reasonable for him to believe he does) and sacrifice himself but for him, LX, there was no consideration or even mercy.

AND HE SNAPS.

Great.

QYT tells him he can take his core or even his sword (and he loves his sword like a child) in recompense and Lu Xiao is all “ummm I want your body instead” and god bless QYT who is genuinely “how fun can it be to do it just to humiliate me, you must have dozens of lady concubines!”

UMMMM

Then LX pounces on him and QYT is appalled and fights back until he sees Lu Xiao’s horrible chest scar and so decides “hell, I tried to kill him for no good reason, if he wants to get repayment by humiliating me, fair enough” and stops fighting to Lu Xiao’s shock.

OMG, Qiu Yutong is so freaking !!!!! omg and I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE LU XIAO’S REACTION WHEN HE FINDS OUT THE TRUTH, HE IS GOING TO DIEEEEEE!

Poor QYT changes his mind later but yeah, hello noncon Lu Xiao doesn’t care. I mean congrats on being a unicorn who uses lube I suppose (and it’s hilarious that demon dragon psycho who is forcing someone in revenge still apparenly knows more than 90% of MLs about this sort of thing) but it’s still written as freaking super painful, so what is WRONG WITH YOUUUUUUU. I hope someone stabs you in your demon face, Lu Xiao. You suffered poor thing? Too bad SUFFER SOME MORE SUFFER SUFFER SUFFER!!!

ETA: And the morning after, Lu Xiao has the insane temerity to be pissed and shocked that QYT says “I compensated you, now I want to leave.” LIKE THE FUCK WHAT A SHOCKER THAT SOMEONE YOU RAPED AND WHO’S IN EXCRUCIATING PHYSICAL PAIN FROM IT TO BOOT DOESN’T VIEW YOU AS PRINCE CHARMING?! You need to FUCKING die! On the plus side, rage makes me read quicker. I forgot how fun it is to rage at a story.

ETA2 it would have always been highly unpleasant but I wonder if it’s extra bad because his body is made of snow so dual cultivating with a dragon is the last thing he should be doing.

ETA3 his senior brother is shady as fuck and the worst - he totally traded him for the alliance chief token. My happy ending is QYT palling around with his sword and letting the rest of all these awful people fucking rot.

ETA4: why are 99% of web novel authors so terrible at doing sex scenes. If you parse through the way it’s written, it’s possible that we are supposed to believe that at some point during the night it switched from noncon and painful at that, to QYT at least getting pleasure out of it but the way it’s written, you really have to parse and guess because the only thing they mention is the painful bits. Like wtf. Makes me think of Minglan where clearly you are supposed to parse and get she ultimately likes it but it’s written so terribly you have to be a kabbalist to figure it out.

ETA5: The fact that the lube is in QYT’s favorite osmanthus flavor is somehow super hilarious to me because it sums up Lu Xiao’s unique combination of considerate and demented. Like - forget a few fries short of a happy meal. The only part of the happy meal he has is the ketchup packets.

ETA6: Their new detente is the most insane yet in character thing ever. LX built him a beautiful lake house and keeps making him pastry and they agree to not repeat things and QYT is all “well, that was WTF and unpleasant but I guess I tried to kill him, so we are even now and whatever, he’s still my disciple who now keeps hands to himself also PASTRY PASTRY PASTRY!!!!” QYT’s brain is not like a normal person’s but then he’s not really human and his attitude to sex is not really human attitude either. But seriously, he is so odd. And Lu Xiao seems to have recovered from his psychotic episode and reverted to disciple and is all “can I sleep outside your room pls?” God all these people (?) need therapy.

#cnovel #the paranoid emperor’s black moonlight shizun #tw: noncon

[sebastianshaw]

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they? 💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner? 💚 = Does your muse get jealous easy?

- Shaw and Storm have this entire “will they or won’t they” ship tease dynamic going on in “The Legacy Quest” novel trilogy that was really interesting, and actually showed a lot about Shaw’s character AND gave attention to Storm’s thoughts, feelings, and character as well (aka did not use a black female character just for a white man’s development). It’s honestly so much more than another “villains just want to fuck/possess Storm” story (especially since that turns out to NOT be his goal and he turns it down when he’s given an opportunity to take that without her being in her right mind, which was like...a REALLY amazing moment from him, in a way that also thoroughly made sense) That dynamic has alas never made it into the comics, but I really enjoyed it----the surprising amount of respect on Shaw’s end while also needling her and meanwhile on Ororo’s end being disgusted and annoyed by him but also mad at herself for how intrigued she can’t help being--but I definitely incorporate it on this blog, and I’m lucky enough to have a Storm who indulges it with me terrifically! Honestly it’s a lot of fun. My favorite part is him getting shot down over and over, personally; I just like my muses getting rejected I guess, I don’t know WHAT to do when they’re not (and I don’t think they do either) Likewise, his homoerotic hateship with Magneto is very much on this blog, to the despair of any poor Magneto who comes across it. I feel so sorry for them. There’s no element of respect or emotional complexity there, it’s just...this godawful guy perpetually trying to wrestlefuck them and being an asshole about it. - Shaw is very bad with any kind of emotion that isn’t anger, determination, lust, greed, etc., and he does best at channeling it into something physical, something real, something he can process. So his love language--actual real affection---is based on what it is he can DO for someone, some kind of service or protection or gift he can provide. Which also makes it very easy to interpret as shallow, or to think he just sees this as a sugar baby arrangement, that it’s no different than when he pays for sex, but it is. Giving an escort money for her time and services is completely different than actively wanting to be USEFUL in some way to a woman---and I do think this might specifically be for women rather than men even though he’s bi-- and WANTING for her to ask for things of him, because through doing or obtaining those things he has an outlet to express the emotions he wants to, but can’t. Not to mention, of course material things are going to mean more to a man (and thus from him as well) who grew up with nothing---they’re important to him so from his POV they’re a good way of showing that someone else is important to him too, not shallow. Honestly I think when he’s with a woman he actually cares for, and she really doesn’t want anything of him---not in a “is not a gold digger” way, he certainly doesn’t WANT people who only want his money, but in an “I love you, you don’t need to do anything for me, don’t be silly, stop asking” way---he gets like one of those working dogs that has anxiety when it doesn’t have a job. It’s actually kinder just to send him on fetch quests, for HIS sake. Giving people things or doing things for them also allows him to do it in silence or be gruff about it, which he also feels more comfortable with. “Trouble me! Please, trouble me! I wish you wanted something of me---I would court you with more grace if I knew how.” - Prince Lir, The Last Unicorn - I feel like Shaw is like, midway on jealousy? Shaw’s an indiviudalist in a very philosophical way, he believes strongly in personal choices and personal freedom. I think people would like to imagine him as someone who sees partners as property and acts like the Duke in Moulin Rouge, but I don’t think so. I think his attitude is that his partner’s decisions about who they spend time and doing what is their own business, but that, like a business contract, the pair of them can and should set the terms of what’s permitted in their relationship, including what’s cause for termination. It sounds like a very...cold way of looking at things...but again, Sebastian is NOT good with feelings, and putting things into something like this helps him a lot. So his attitude might be “alright, I may not LIKE him hanging around with other men, but it is his right. If he has sex with a man without offering me the chance to be included, we have agreed I have the right to terminate the relationship based on that if I choose.” Meaning, I think he can have feelings of jealousy, but also recognizes them HIS problem. I also think he’s less likely to be the type that is jealous that his partner is just...attractive to other people, or even having sex with them...and more the type to be jealous if it seems like there’s a better option than himself being presented to them. So, he’s capable of jealousy, but it’s far from being an “issue” at all for him. Envy’s just never been a sin of is. It’s one of the very few things I think he actually handles BETTER than most people, in fact.

#Anonymous #relationship headcanons #love headcanons

[jazziehart]

Character Dissection [Rachel Berry]: Episode by Episode - Season 3A

Hello and welcome back to the final 2 part of my Rachel Berry character dissection in my series. I hope you all have been enjoying my thoughts so far. I know they can be contraversal at times, especially if you are a Rachel stan but these are truly my OPINIONS of Rachel as a character. Today we will be covering Rachel in the first half of Season 3 which is from The Purple Piano Project to Extraordinary Merry Christmas. Once again, if you are a Rachel fan, these posts might not be for you, so reader be warned.

Let’s begin with the Season 3 premiere of The Purple Piano Project. Since we last saw the club they lost Lauren Zizes and Quinn who quit and Sam who had moved away after his sophomore year. The club is already in bad shape especially since Finn and Rachel’s kiss at Nationals has made them a joke. Rachel, however doesn’t let this discourage her from making her senior year unforgettable. She and Kurt have decided to apply to Julliard, hoping to make their New York dreams come true. Unfortunately, they find out Julliard doesn’t have a musical theatre program but instead find NYADA which specializes in the dramatic arts, something both of them are excited about. However, when they go to an open call they see many potiental students who are just like them which intimidates both of them. They cry about it after but soon decide that they are going to make it work, no matter what it takes. Rachel also makes it her mission to try to get Quinn back into the Glee Club. Many view this as Rachel caring about Quinn but I see it for what it really is. The Glee Club doesn’t have enough members to compete without Quinn. They are only at 11 members after Blaine transfers to McKinley and Rachel needs enough members so she can have a great resume to get into NYADA. She doesn’t care that Quinn is clearly going through something, she just is determined to have the Glee Club work so it can help her on her way to New York. Once Quinn rejoins in the next episode, Rachel barely even acknowledges her so come on it’s not rocket science to see that she only wanted Quinn back so she could win Nationals in her senior year. Anyway after club’s disatrious performance of ‘We Got the Beat’ when they try to recruit new members, they attract the tone-deaf Sugar Motta. Rachel is horrified by her lack of a voice and insists that Will cuts her, not wanting Sugar’s voice to ruin her chances of success. While Sugar is awful, this poor choice leads to the Troubletones which is the major story arc of the season. After this the club still has no new members and Rachel decides to encourage the club with a song from Hairspray which seems to rally the club and the episode ends.

Up next is I Am Unicorn. Rachel’s major storylines are her reaction to Shelby returning and how much she wants the lead in the school musical. At the beginning of the episode Will annouces that he won’t have time to direct the musical which Rachel start throwing a temper tantrum about but he soon reveals that Emma and Coach Beiste will be running it with a student director. Rachel of course thinks he means her but declares it to be too soon but Will actually meant Artie who dreams of being a film director. Artie accepts and the musical is back on. Rachel is rehearsing all the songs from the musical when Shelby approaches her, something Rachel is worried about. She tells Shelby that she’s not interested in joining her group to which Shelby replies that it’s not why she was there. She helps Rachel pick out her audition song of ‘Somewhere’ which Rachel nails. Later in the episode she tries to talk Finn into auditioning for West Side Story which he declines saying he doesn’t think he’s good enough. Rachel tries to encourage him but Finn says he doesn’t see music in his future and that he’d be okay with working here which Rachel accepts and they kiss.

Moving onto Asian F where Rachel’s biggest storyline is her battle against Mercedes for the lead of Maria. But before that she is voicing her support for Kurt in his run for Senior Class President only to turn around and run against him which is a very selfish and Rachel thing to do. It will always bother me that she did this when she can see how much this election means to Kurt also she just quit close to the election so why was this storyline even a thing? Anyway she and Mercedes battle it out for Maria and Emma, Coach Beiste, and Artie agree that they should split the role evenly. Mercedes is upset by this knowing they’re only doing this to placate Rachel who would throw a tantrum if she lost since Mercedes was clearly better in the Diva Off. Mercedes quits the play after not getting the lead, leaving Rachel with the lead which is what she wanted. 

Up next is Pot o’Gold which is the rare episode that Rachel doesn’t have as much of a storyline as the others. She is more of a background character excited with their performance of ‘Last Friday Night’ declaring it to be a good choice for sectionals. She also is upset about the funding for West Side Story being cut and dramatically exclaims that she was going to change her name to Maria, once again being a selfish brat when she doesn’t get her way, proving Mercedes’ point that had she not gotten the lead she would’ve acted like this. She also finds Rory’s performance when he joins the Glee Club magical.

Moving on to First Time which centers around Rachel and Blaine wanting to lose their virginities after Artie declares that they can’t play the part right without having sex which is one of the worst storylines the show has. Leading up to it Rachel is actually supposed to be over at Finn’s while his parents are out of town and was already seeming to debate having sex with him. Unfortunately, with her determination to make her portrayl perfect, she feels the pressure to have sex with him before the play. She originally tries to have sex with him before the play but Finn declines at first wanting it to be more special saying he was saving up for a hotel. Rachel shrieks that she can’t wait because of the play which leaves Finn hurt that she was using him like that. She then has a meeting with the girls to ask about what she should do with the majority telling her not to lose her virginity but Tina tells her the story of how she lost her virginty to Mike, saying it was perfect because she knew she was with the right person which helps Rachel make her decision. She is upset that she didn’t fulfil what she wanted to before the play but realized her relationship with Finn was more important. She goes by his house to find a distraught Finn. He has just been rejected by the OSU football coach and feels like his life is over. Rachel lets him know it’s not and starts to kiss him which Finn tells her he’s not worth it. Rachel said tells him he is and that this is what she wanted. The two soon have sex which was kind of bad timing and almost seemed like pity sex but they seem happy about it.

Up next is Mash Off which is the episode where the Glee Clubs face off against each other. Santana’s rivalry with Finn heats up as the clubs have a dodgeball meet. Rachel tries to talk to Kurt who is ignoring her, mad at her for running against him as he should be. Rachel soon goes to ask Shelby to sign the letter of recommendation that she had written. Shelby tells Rachel that she’s proud of her and feels sorry for the kids who don’t have as much on their resumes leading Rachel to finally realize what she was doing to poor Kurt. She then asks Shelby to write her own letter of recommendation and Shelby agrees. The next day is the debate and when it’s Rachel’s turn to speak, she drops out of the race and voices her support for Kurt, shocking everyone. She later apologizes to Kurt saying she should’ve dropped out once she got the lead the musical which Kurt accepts. They soon watch the Troubletones performance when Santana notices Finn whispering to Rachel, she gets self-concisious thinking he’s talking about the fact that she’s now outed. Rachel confirms that Finn only was telling her how great Santana sounded. Santana however doesn’t believe Finn and slaps him, marking the end of the episode.

Moving onto I Kissed a Girl which focuses on the election. Rachel is fully invested in supporting Kurt, who feels like he doesn’t have a chance of winning. Kurt makes an off handed comment about stuffing the ballott box to win the election which is something Rachel takes seriously and ends up doing trying to help Kurt win the election. She as well as the other New Directions girls voice their support for Santana when a guy tries to ‘straighten her out’ and perform a number together which randomly has Rachel on lead with Santana (it should’ve been Brittany but alas). Anyway, Kurt gets called into the office about the ballott box being stuffed with Figgins thinking he did it. Rachel soon admits to Finn that it was her and Finn encourages her to confess which Rachel ends up doing but unfortunately, it costs her making her suspended from school as well as banned from performing at Sectionals which stuns everyone, knowing things probably won’t end well for them.

Up next is Hold on to Sixteen. Rachel is still suspended from school but comes back to get her work where she’s met by Quinn who tells her that she’s going to talk to Figgins about Shelby sleeping with Puck. Rachel is horrified thinking Quinn made up the rumour but Quinn tells her that Puck told her. Rachel says they’re doing nothing wrong because Puck is 18. Does she not know about the rules about teachers not sleeping with students and how wrong it is that she did this? This is viewed as an abusision of power and it’s not something that should be taken lightly. Everyone shames Quinn for wanting to tell the truth about what happened when Shelby’s the one who should be shamed. She shouldn’t have slept with a high school student in the first place. It’s not that they both didn’t consent but it’s just wrong and against most school’s and states regulations. Anyway back to the episode. Finn wants to get Sam back to McKinley and Rachel goes with him to Kentucky where they find Sam working as a stripper. Rachel approaches him with a dollar bill which stuns Sam. Finn and Rachel talk to him about leaving the past behind and coming back to McKinley, they both offer to let Sam stay with their families which his parents accept. At sectionals Rachel is there to cheer on the new directions but soon realizes what’s going on with Quinn who’s about to leave to tell Figgins. Rachel stops Quinn in the hallway and pleads with her not to tell saying if she does tell she should let Shelby know ahead of time, something Quinn actually does. The New Directions win Sectionals without Rachel (WOW can you believe it? The group actually did something without Rachel) and Rachel’s suspension is soon over. Quinn is waiting for her in the lobby and tells Rachel that she’s decided not to tell because she didn’t want to ruin Beth’s life. Quinn soon asks Rachel if she would agree to let the troubletones have a number which Rachel does and the clubs become merged once and for all.

Finally we are at the mid season finale of Extraordinary Merry Christmas and boy is it a doosy with Rachel. Rachel is at quite possibly her most selfish ever when she demands that Finn get her 5 things on her Christmas list (which I don’t understand why she even has, she’s Jewish. Couldn’t they have had her wanting him to get her Hannukah gifts?). Anyway she gets upset when he doesn’t get her bling or anything on her list and instead buys her a pig to feed starving children. She exclaims that he’s embarrasing her and that he needs to get her a better gift. Finn eventually gets her the earrings she wants and also gets her a star that he named ‘Finn Hudson’ saying that there’s already a star named Rachel Berry and she’s brighter than any of the ones in the sky and tells her that if she ever feels sad or lonely, she can look up in the sky and see him looking down on her. Rachel is touched by his gesture and soon realizes she’s been selfish. She soon returns the earrings and decides to donate the money to charity, knowing there are a lot more people in need and that she should be less selfish.

Let’s talk overview, Rachel is quite a bit better than Season 2 probably because she’s in a relationship with Finn and doesn’t have to fight off other girls as much and seems more secure. However, she’s still very insecure when it comes to not being the best. She constantly is doing things to be on top, which causes her to lose her friendships with Kurt and Mercedes. She also is still very self centered and doesn’t quite understand that she needs to be considerate of others feelings too like how she was nasty to Finn during the Christmas Episode and ran against Kurt for Senior Class President at first. She does have some redeeming qualities like stopping Quinn from ruining her childs life (even if letting Shelby off the hook was the wrong thing to do) and even helping the New Directions get Sam back. She still has a lot of growing up to do but for the most part she’s matured quite a bit especially compared to the nightmare that was Season 2 Rachel. We will get into the final half of Season 3 in the next post and will end my Rachel dissection series. Please let me know if there’s anyone else you want me to cover. As always be kind and respectful until next time.

#rachel berry #glee #glee season 3 #finchel #faberry

[eternityunicorn]

When Death Meets Life - Part Two

Author: eternityunicorn 

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violence, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Set in TO Season 3 and Season 5 - Elijah Mikaelson was a creature of death, an Original vampire designed to take life. One night, while searching for a missing Hayley, who was cursed to remain a wolf by Niklaus, he encounters a most wondrous creature, one opposite to himself. This being is a creature of life - a unicorn! He witnesses her breathing life back into a group of dead werewolves. He finds himself amazed by her, but then she vanishes like a dream. Who is she? Will he ever find out?

NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series!

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New York City - 2018

He didn’t know who he was, not even his own name, and he knew nothing about what he was, only that he wasn’t human. 

A week ago, he had found himself on a bus and had been dropped off in the middle of nowhere with no money and no possessions. He did know that his name started with the letter E from the cuff links he had been wearing that day and he had quickly discovered he was a creature of death, after tearing an innocent man apart at the Sunnyvale bus depot, where he had been left. 

Other than that, everything was a blur. He knew nothing and had wandered aimlessly for the past week, feeding on the local human populous and surviving on his wits alone. There were no others like him, not that he had found, and he had to learn about his vampirism on his own, through trial and error. 

Then one night, while he fed on some poor bastard in a back alleyway, he saw the flash of white and witnessed an angel emerge from the shadows. She was gorgeous, whoever she was, with long white hair and ancient sapphire eyes that seemed to peering into his very soul, humbling him. He watched her gaze at the still warm body beside him as she floated closer and he actually felt shame for killing the man, for acting so beastly.

She came around on the other side of his kill and gracefully knelt down, placing two fingers upon the man’s forehead. Her fingertips began to glow with a pale blue light and there was a musical humming sound that quietly echoed rhythmically. Both faded after only a second and when it did, the man’s eyes flashed open and he gasped, sitting up while frantically looking around him with terror, before he got up and ran off.

The creature of death stared in amazement. The human had been dead, of that he was certain, but this goddess had breathed life back into him, giving the man back what he had stolen!

“Who are you?” The astonished vampire asked her, as they both rose to their full heights. 

“I’m Eternity,” she introduced herself with a smile. 

“You’re not like me. A monster, I mean,” he dumbly stated next. 

Eternity shook her head, “Alas, I am not.”

He drew closer to her then, drawn to her light, “Then what are you? An angel? A goddess?” 

“I’m not a god, let me make that perfectly clear,” the ethereal beauty responded firmly. “Nor am I an angel. However, I am an immortal from beyond the stars, making me not of this world. Despite that fact, I do happen to know a lot about the earthly supernaturals.”

Her admitting knowledge about supernaturals inspired hope in him. If she knew about supernaturals, then perhaps she could aid him. 

“Please, can you help me?” He begged her desperately. “I don’t know anything about what I am. I haven’t been able to find others like me, to help me figure it out. Please, I know I have no right to ask this of someone like you - a creature of life, but I need you to help me.”

Eternity gazed at him for a moment, standing perfectly still with only her long hair rippling in the slight breeze, making her look rather majestic. Then she smiled gently and answered, “Of course, I will help you, if that is what you wish of me. Come. This way!”

She turned effortlessly and began to make her way out of the alley, with him following closely behind. Once they were on the street, in the open, the vampire noticed how the humans around them acted when they saw her pass by. Each of them stopped and stared at her in wonder. Some were in awe, while others were nervous, and others still weeped at the sight of her. It was as if they all knew instinctively that she was something different, something special. 

The ethereal beauty took him to a local twenty-four hour diner, where they sat across from each other in a booth. Her graceful elegance seemed very out of place inside the rundown establishment, something he would have found amusing if he hadn’t been so desperate to learn from her whatever she knew about what he was.

“So, tell me what do you know?” She asked him first.

He shrugged, “Nothing, only that I’m obviously not human, at least not anymore, and I have this insatiable desire to drink human blood. What happened to me? What am I?”

Eternity sighed, “Well, my friend, you are a vampire, which is why you desire human blood. You need it to live, much in the same way humans need water and food to survive. As to what happened to make you this way, simply put, you died and were resurrected into the creature you are now.”

“Can you cure me?” He asked her.

She smiled sympathetically, “I know it seems like a curse, to be as you are, because you must kill to survive. Yet, there is many wonders to being a vampire, believe it or not. You have a greater purpose, being as you are now than you could ever be as a human.”

He frowned, “How can you say that? You’re not a monstrosity like me, but a creature that has the ability to breathe life back into others. You don’t kill.”

At that, Eternity laughed lightly, “You think I have never taken a life? I assure you that I have, many times in my long life, including my bastard of an ex-husband. I know perfectly well what it means to kill, but the difference between us isn’t life verses death. It is that I kill to protect others, as I only extinguish the lives of those who would do the innocent harm.”

The vampire found it hard to imagine such a pure seeming woman killing anything, but what did he know? He supposed looks could be deceiving. After all, he appeared human, but was a far more dangerous creature underneath. 

“Then why didn’t you kill me?” He asked. “I was feeding on an innocent, when you found me.”

“You are only doing what you were made to do,” she explained. “You’re a predator. You hunt and kill to survive. Should I go into the Serengeti Desert and kill all the lions because they kill innocent animals to feed themselves? I should say not!”

He found her intriguing, particularly how this creature of life didn’t see him as some sort of monster to be eliminated. He was grateful for that view, especially since he had only seen himself as an evil demon, a curse upon the world. 

“I can show you a better way to deal with your predatory instincts,” Eternity told him then. “I can show you how to feed without killing your victims - a catch and release method.”

“How?” He questioned. 

She laughed slightly again, “I told you that I knew about the supernaturals of this world, including how each species works. Therefore, I am quite capable of teaching you about your talents and how to use them.”

He found himself smiling then, feeling a sense of relief that he had finally found someone to help him learn about himself. “Thank you, Eternity,” he said in gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” she paused. “You need a name. Do you remember yours?”

He shook his head, frowning in concentration, “I don’t know. I had a pair of cuff links with the letter E engraved on them. So, I assume my name started with an E, but I can’t remember it or anything from before six days ago. Maybe my name is Elliot? Edmond?”

“How about we call you Elijah,” suggested Eternity with a small grin. “It’s...elegant and it suits you. You look like an Elijah.”

That name sounded vaguely familiar, but like the blurry visions that danced around his mind, but that sense of familiarity vanished as quickly as it had come. Even so, he decided to go along with it, agreeing that the name did seem to suit him. It fit him like a puzzle piece and he decided not to question the reason. 

“Elijah sounds perfect,” he smiled softly. “So, what is the first lesson, o’ great teacher of vampirism?”

“Well, for now, catch and release should be our priority,” the shimmering woman told him, as she rose from the booth and held her hand out to him. “Come along, my friend. Let me show you the better path.”

With that, Elijah put his hand in her and let her guide him away, on a journey of self-discovery and of romance. 

In the weeks that followed, the ethereal beauty stayed with him, helping him learn about himself and his kind. She taught him first how to catch his prey and feed from them without killing them. She did this by instructing him on how to compel his victim to allow him to feed from them to a point and then forget they had ever had an encounter with him, letting the human escape with his or her life. He found he had to feed more often this way, but he didn’t mind, because his conscious was clear of the atrocity of killing and the blood tasted much better without the fear of dying tainting it. 

Eternity also taught him about the ring he wore which turned out to be a daylight ring. She instructed him in heightened senses, and other superpowers afforded him as a vampire, but his favorite thing he learned from her was how to fight. She did this so that he would be able to defend himself, should the need arise, protect vying to him that she was very capable of being dangerous. More so than himself certainly. 

Their training sessions was a thrilling experience for him. He had felt a connection with her from the very beginning. However, the attraction he felt toward her became apparent very early on, as they sparred. Her dominating feistiness called to his baser self, inspiring his less than appropriate desires to take her, to turn the tables and dominate her completely, to throw her to the mat of the abandoned gym they worked out at and fuck her until she could only scream his name.

At first, such a powerful urge had been alarming in it’d strength. Yet, over time, he found it to be as intriguing as her otherworldliness.

One such training session, Elijah had managed to pin her to the mat, after weeks of learning her movements when they faced off. He had managed to retain control over his urges - another thing Eternity had taught to him - up until that point, wanting her, but never acting. However, in that moment, impulse got the better of him, and his mouth descended upon hers in a hungry kiss.

She reciprocated eagerly, kissing him back with the same devouring intensity, which made the beast inside him soar. However, when he grew bold enough to begin tugging at her stretchy workout clothes with the intention of having her at last, she pulled back, reaching for his hands to lace their fingers together and pull them away from the material. Despite stopping him, the ethereal beauty gazed at him with barely contained lust.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” He asked her breathlessly, worried that he had overstepped by getting carried away.

Eternity smiled with fondness, as she released one of his hands to reach up and caress his cheek tenderly, “I wouldn’t say you did anything wrong, but I do think that perhaps it would be best, if we slowed down. After all, there is a right way of going about romantic entanglements and you, sir, have yet ask me to a first date. That is the protocol, before we stumble into bed together.”

With a sheepish grin, he lifted himself off of her and helped her to her feet. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

The shimmering woman reassured him, “You didn’t, but you’re an amnesiac vampire. Taking things slowly is the best course, even with this...with us. So, are you going to court me or not, good sir?”

Elijah chuckled, before he bravely asked, “Miss Eternity, would you let me take you out to a night of dinner and dancing tonight?” 

Playfully, she pretended to think about it, before she grinned and nodded, “Aye. That sounds like a splendid idea.”

They both fell into good-natured laughter and then proceeded to get back to training for the rest of the afternoon. It had been a difficult task to do for the vampire, after feeling the ethereal beauty’s lips upon his own and her body beneath his. He had been able to taste her flavor whenever he licked his lips, savoring it, as he kept control over his still raging desires for her. Yet, he had managed to focus on the fight practice and ignored his lust enough to get by without incident.

That night, Elijah took an elegantly dressed Eternity out for a lovely, romantic dinner at a local restaurant, where they drank wine and chattered away like the best of friends. Truly though, in his current state, she was his only friend, but more so, she was his rescuer from stumbling around in the darkness of the forgotten alone. He lusted after her sure, but he felt more than that for the beauty. 

Over their weeks together, she had told him all about her own life. The pale woman had told him about her role as a guardian, a protector of those whom couldn’t protect themselves. She also told him that she was a queen of a very powerful kingdom, ruling over other immortals on the other side of what he learned was a divided universe - immortals on one side and mortals (and Earth-based supernaturals) on the other. 

Eternity even informed him of her abusive marriage to an unworthy husband, detailing the struggles and trials she had faced, before she ended him and his madness. Elijah had felt touched when she shared with him something so painful, letting herself be vulnerable around him. He felt closer to her the moment she had told him that tidbit of her past. 

Between her willingness to share with him everything and her helping him out of the darkness, it was no wonder he had begun to feel something meaningful for her and he’d like to believe, she felt the same. He knew she did by the way she gazed at him with such profound affection as they sat across from each other, enjoying each other’s company.

After dinner, they went dancing, where Eternity showed him that she was quite the performer. She had gotten up on stage at one point and began to sing and dance in a choreographed way, putting on a show for everyone there, all to impress him. Afterwards, she rejoined him on the dance floor to carry on laughing and dancing with him, eventually pulling him in close enough to kiss him. 

The urge to have her roared to life again when their mouths collided in heated passion. He wanted her so badly that it took every bit of willpower not to act on the desire. However, he managed to refrain, keeping himself in check. He respected her boundaries and wouldn’t overstep again. 

Before long, the pair tired of the loud, obnoxiousness of the club and escaped it for a calm, relaxing stroll around Central Park. Hand in hand, they casually walked about, chatting about this and that, including the somber topic of whether or not he’d ever remember who he was. To distract his troubled mind, Eternity went to the piano they came across that was sitting there for anyone to play, if they so chose.

She sat down and began to play a soft graceful tune, before she added lyrics to the melody. She sang a sweet love song, gazing at him every now and then, prompting him to join her at the instrument. He listened to the rhythm, before out of nowhere, as if on autopilot, he began to accompany her, playing just as beautifully as she did. 

Apparently, he knew how to play the piano, he realized with surprise. 

“Elijah, these few weeks have been amazing,” Eternity said to him at the end of their song. “I have never felt quite so contented in another’s presence the way I do in yours. I want you to run away with me. Let’s go off on a fantastical journey. There is this beautiful little French village I know called Manosque. We could build a life there...together.”

The vampire was taken aback by her suggestion, as he hadn’t expected it in the least. It seemed sudden, random. 

“I thought you wanted to take things slowly,” he grinned at her teasingly. “I’m no expert being an amnesiac and all, but living together is some far off, possibly romantic place after one date seems a little fast to me. I don’t know if my sensibilities can take it.”

The ethereal beauty rolled her eyes and smirked as she teasingly fired back, “Well, I was going to bed you this night on our first date, so I suppose I didn’t truly mean it when I said we should navigate our budding romance slowly.”

He knew she was just teasing him, but to hear her say she wanted to sleep with him intensified his always existing desire for her. However, for the moment, he continued to keep himself in check, thinking about her proposal to start a life together elsewhere in the world instead. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he wanted to be with her, just as he had been for these past few weeks and that he’d go anywhere in the world so long as she was by his side. 

Death had met life and he couldn’t be parted from her. He didn’t want to be. Not that she said, she’d leave him, if he declined, but he wanted to go wherever she did and an adventure in the French country sounded wonderful to him. 

It was then in that moment that he realized that he no longer cared who he had been before waking up on that bus, only that he was a new man - a man in love, with the possibility of a glorious future ahead of him. He could know peace and happiness with this shimmering beauty at his side. He already felt it.

Therefore, Elijah reached to gently grab the back of Eternity’s neck and pulled her in for a brief passionate kiss, before he rested his forehead against hers and murmured, “I’ll go wherever you go, Sweetheart.”

“Good,” she smiled and then she kissed him with all the passion she could muster. 

Things grew heated quickly between them. They kissed hungrily, while their hands moved in urgent caresses over each other’s bodies until the need became too much and Elijah tore his mouth from hers before he took he right then and there without care of who might happen upon them.

“Let’s go to France. Tonight,” he suggested impulsively. 

Eternity giggled at him, raising her eyebrows at him in surprise, “Truly? You wish to simply pack up and go?”

“Yes. I just want to be with you,”  Elijah admitted freely. “I want a fresh start in that far off place with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

A look of utter adoration crossed her sweet face as she reached up with one hand to cup the side of his and with a soft laugh, the ethereal beauty said, “Alright then. Let us be off on our new adventure...together.”

The vampire didn’t waste another moment and quickly took his lady by the hand, whisking her off first to his apartment and then onto a plane that would take them to their new home - a home where they would live forever in peace.

To Be Continued....

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Infatuated- [b.b]

Pairing: Bucky x POC!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s finally found the perfect girl. The problem is that he has to find a way to tell her that.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff

Words:  1753

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Thank you so much @ashley-unicorn! You really helped get me out of a tough spot of writer’s block.❤️❤️❤️

When he first laid eyes on her, it was as if the entire world fell apart around him. He could have stood there for years, just watching the way her hair fell in waves on her shoulders as she flipped it, laughing at something Stark had said. Alas, the moment was ruined by the idiot Steve tapping him on the shoulder.

“You know who she is?”

“No. Just that she’s new,” Bucky responded, his thoughts still on her, and it was entirely likely that he had the stupidest look on his face. Steve immediately knew what had overcome his best friend. He smiled knowingly and nudged him.

“Shut up,” Bucky grumped stomping away from Steve, the image of that woman still ingrained in his mind.

That was months ago, and Bucky didn't see her much after that, just a few murmured "Hello's" while passing each other in the hallway. Oh, he so desperately yearned to talk to her, but it seemed as if fate was against them. Every time Bucky thought he would try, Sam would come up behind him to rag on him or either Steve or Stark would come to call him for an important meeting that always ended up being about bullshit. And she would skip away giving him a small smile and a, “See you later Buchanan!” leaving behind just the tiniest whiff of vanilla and coffee beans. God, he was infatuated.

In the latest meeting, he thought he would drift off and think about how her smile always seemed to brighten up the entire room with its contagiousness, or how the light always seemed to hit her eyes just right to get that caramel tint that he loved in them.

"Barnes, you listening?" Bucky shook himself out of his reverie and wiped the drool he discovered was escaping through the corner of his mouth. Sam burst out laughing as Bucky shot him a glare that would've had the power to kill a lesser man.

"Since you clearly weren't, I'll let y/n fill you in on the details of this meeting. You know, the one you should have been paying attention to," Stark quipped, bumping into him as he briskly left the room.

As the others filed out of the chamber, y/n sat herself down on the chair across from him. He could feel his heart rate accelerate as he realized that she was extremely close to him.

"Ignore him. Tony's still upset over... you know..." she let her voice trail off as she stared apologetically at him, wringing her hands together. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good with people." She tucked a strand of hair that had escaped from her ponytail behind her ear, displaying another one of her nervous tics.

"It's alright doll, me too," he reassured, putting his hand over one of hers(the one that was drumming the table to a beat that sounded familiar, he just couldn't quite place his finger on it) and continued, "Now tell me what was so critical about this drab get-together."

She laughed, putting her whole body into it at his feeble attempt at a joke. It was adorable, how easily she laughed at things other people said. He noticed over the week that even when no one else was, y/n was laughing.

After recovering from her bout of giggles she recounted the meeting. "Well most of the meeting didn’t apply to us because we aren’t ‘real Avengers’ ” She put the quotes around the words as she said it, then continued. “We’re partners in this mission that they’re considering a test I guess, to see how well we fit in with the rest of the team.”

"What type of mission is it?"

"We think that someone's dealing drugs at Peter's school. It's our job to figure out who and get enough evidence to put them in jail."

Bucky looked at her quizzically. "Who's Peter?"

"He's the Spider-Man."

"Oh." He grimaced, remembering the annoying kid from the fight in the airport. God, he hoped he wouldn't see too much of that punk.

"Does he come here often?" Bucky asked, wanting to figure out exactly when he would need to take his leave from the tower.

"Almost every day after school. He's out of town right now though, some field trip in Europe for school," she answered, pulling out papers from the file that lay on the table in front of her. "Here," she handed them to him, her face suddenly contorting in anger. "These guys are so gross!" she exclaimed in disgust. "Ruining these kids' lives for money- they deserve to be in jail."

He glanced at the papers in his hands and immediately understood what she was saying. 11 kids had been hospitalized due to OD'ing on the cocaine that these guys were dealing, but 4 of them hadn't been so lucky- they were found dead.

"Isn't this more of a police thing?" he wondered out loud.

"Yeah but like I said, it's more of a test.” She got up from her chair and walked around to pat him on the arm as she left. “We leave in two days- I'll see you around Sergeant."

He touched the spot where she had left her mark on him, ecstatic at the prospect of being able to spend some time with her, alone and far from distraction in the form of the other Avengers. However, that could also prove to be problematic. He needed to stay focused on the mission- this one especially because kids' lives depended on it.

He decided to delay in telling her his feelings, as if she'd ever reciprocate them, and it was stupid to think she ever would. She was untroubled and didn't deserve a man that had as much baggage as he did. He would just be a burden to her, a shadow that would just bring her down with him. Telling himself this, he walked out of the lonely little room that he had stained just being in.

"Bucky!" Steve called from outside his room. He didn't feel like responding and continued shoving clothes into his go-bag. He wasn't up for explaining his sour mood that had been going on for the past couple of days. Of course Steve was worried- he’d been sulking in his room, not talking to anyone.

"Bucky," he repeated more insistently, opening the door and walking inside, witnessing how bad the situation was.

"What the hell do you want Steve?" he shouted, whipping around to face his best friend.

"I should be asking you that," Steve replied calmly. "You've been acting strange Buck- ever since we came to the compound. Care to explain?"

"Fuck off." Bucky continued stuffing his things into the poor bag straining to keep it all in.

"No."Steve started unpacking the poorly backed bag and got to putting everything back inside neatly.

Bucky lifted his hands up in surrender and stepped away to let Steve do his thing. "You're a punk, you know that?"

"Yeah, I do. Now spill."

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“So you’re telling me that you’re not telling y/n how you feel because you think you’re not good enough?”

Bucky looked down at his feet sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, when you put it that way Stevie…”

Jesus Buck, you know I love you, but you can just be so fucking stupid sometimes.”

“What do you mean?” he inquired, puzzled at the shit-eating grin on Stevie’s face.

“Do you really think you’re the only one staring longingly when you think she’s not looking?” Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder and commanded, “You still have an hour. Buck- go get that girl.”

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Bucky paced back and forth just outside y/n’s room, debating whether or not he should go in. He’d been there for about five minutes, but just couldn’t muster the courage to actually knock on her door. A million thoughts filled his head, the most prevalent being ‘what if she hates me?’

“Yo dumbass! How long you been there? ”

“Piss off Sam,” he muttered angrily. Goddammit, if anyone could completely erase his courage it was bird-man.

“You really gonna make me do this by myself?”

“Do what?”

Sam knocked on the door, then sped off before he could face the wrath of the Winter Soldier.

“What the hell?” Bucky shouted, seething at the nerve on Sam.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me later!” he called back.

“Come back, you mother-” Suddenly, Bucky realized that the only thing separating him from confessing his love had been opened, and he looked down to see her gorgeous face peering back up at him. “Y/n.”

“What do you want Buchanan?” She seemed unhappy, and god, he wanted to fix that. He would gladly do anything just to see her smile.

“I-” he ran a hand through his hair and exhaled shakily. “This is so much harder than I thought,” he chuckled, then swallowed and took a deep breath in. She stared at him expectantly and he continued, “The first time I saw you- I don’t, I don’t think it was love, but over time, I don’t know. It was just the little things that caught my eye. Can I?” he cupped her face and she nodded, reaching up to put a hand against his head.

“I know what you mean,” she whispered, then gestured for him to continue.

“The way you laugh at the smallest things...” that earned a chuckle from her and he too smiled. “The way you drum your fingers to that song by Queen whenever you’re nervous...”

Her eyes widened. “Another One Bites the Dust- how did you know?”

“I noticed everything about you doll. I always have and I always will.” He searched her eyes for permission then bent down to kiss her lips softly, finally tasting the vanilla and coffee he had only got samples of before.

After pulling away she giggled and declared, “I think I’m in love with you James Barnes.”

“I think I’m in love with you too.”

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“Hey, Bucky?” She was leaning against his chest, making circles with her fingers into his skin.

“Hm?” He replied, softly leaving kisses against her neck.

“Why do you let me call you Buchanan? I distinctly remember you throttling Sam when he called you that.”

He tilted her head up to look up at him then answered, “It’s because I’m not in love with Sam.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then fell back against the bed content. God, he was infatuated.

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[ship-to-hell]

Being A Collection Of Letters Across The Sea

Have an emmhono epistolary fic, written uh...several months ago on AO3 and somehow neglected in the drafts of this tumblr since then. I offer no excuses, I’m just bad. have a future!fic with FEELINGS.

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This letter has been written on the back of a colorful postcard proclaiming “Greetings From Kugane.” The penmanship is elegant, but a little scratchy on the rough paper. It’s also notably more cramped near the bottom where the author starts running out of space.

My lord,

I pray this letter finds you well. I have arrived in Kugane after a very uneventful journey; the only event of any import was the sighting of a great whale, which ignored our ship completely. The Bokairo Inn has opened its doors to me upon the Warrior of Light’s recommendation, and their hot springs are very relaxing. I wish Were you here, you would no doubt enjoy them; after spending three bells traversing Kugane’s winding streets with my bags, I’m not sure whether to credit my good opinion of them to the waters themselves or the sheer relief of reaching them. The cuisine here is unlike anything I am used to, but it is very good if you like fish, rice, and combinations thereof. You would not like wasabi paste; it is v. spicy. You would however like horses – like unicorns without the horns, and most of them are very friendly and not at all inclined to bite your fingers off. Please take copy of attached notes for safekeeping.

 Wish you were here,

Sincerely,

Honoroit Banlardois

The attached notes stretch to several pages of dense handwritten vellum, and contain what seem to be a week’s worth of very keen observation of the city of Kugane. Amidst the footnotes referring to other works for background information, the author has noted major shops, cultural institutions, the correct method of donning a kimono, and how to perform a tea ceremony. There is a small, crooked sketch of a horse in one corner.

The handwriting on this fine parchment surmounted with the Fortemps seal bears a strong resemblance to Honoroit’s, but is looser and messier, suggesting the writer has much more practice with it. Blots of ink mark spots where the writer was distracted or searching for a word.

Honoroit,

Praise the Fury you arrived in one piece! The Warrior was very keen on telling me all about her first voyage to Kugane, including what she assures me was a thoroughly haunted ships’ graveyard. I, of course, knew you would encounter no such thing – and if you did, you would surely emerge unscathed. Kugane seems like quite the place; I wish I could see even half of the wonders you’ve described so well. Do they truly eat with sticks? However does that work? Speaking of food, I think you do me a disservice, my boy. This wasabi cannot possibly be stronger than good Coerthan horseradish. I demand a sample for comparison!

Kugane seems to love its tea nearly as much as you do. I’ve sent you a box of ours in case you miss it; it ought to arrive with this letter or I will be having words with the postmoogles. Pray write back soon; my days are very long and cold until I hear from you are missed dreadfully at Dragonhead. Corentiaux has been moping, and I have needed to reassure poor Medguistl a dozen times that you are not going to die eating foreign food. Please don’t die eating foreign food I pray this letter reaches you in good health.

All my love,

Emmanellain

P. S. - Unicorns are much better. They come with their own spears.

The heavy box of tea is stamped with the insignia of a shop in the Pillars known for its exorbitant prices and high quality. There is also a tea infuser shaped, for some reason, like a sleeping chocobo with its head tucked under a wing.

This letter has been written on smooth Doman paper. There is a slightly damp spot in one corner, probably tea, and the handwriting is less sure than it was.

My lord,

Thank you very much for the tea; I’m enjoying a cup as I write this, and the infuser is wonderfully charming. I had not realized how much I missed the tastes of home until you sent it to me. The tea in Kugane is very different; they seem to be very fond of a variety called matcha which is bright green and truly astonishingly bitter. I am assured that it is an acquired taste. Speaking of which, I must warn you again not to risk the wasabi! Though if you have the chance to try fresh sushi – I understand a fine Hingan restaurant has recently opened in Mor Dhona? – I think you would enjoy it. Yes, they do eat with sticks; I have provided a diagram, though I am no great artist.

Do tell the troops there is no need to fret over me; I remain quite well, and Kugane agrees with me. I would have preferred to explore more of Hingashi, but you know how they feel about foreigners. ‘Tis much like Ishgard before the opening of our gates. Likely by the time you get this letter, I will have left for Doma by way of the Ruby Sea. That country is far more welcoming; I understand their Enclave owes much to adventurers. Pray do not fret if my next letter takes overlong to reach you, but know that I lo you are in my thoughts. Please take the attached notes for my records, and do not mix them in with your own reports.

 The tea makes me think of you.

Sincerely,

Honoroit

The abovementioned notes are, if possible, even denser than the previous ones, and seem to contain nearly everything the author thought noteworthy about Kugane. He seems to be especially keen to educate his audience on local folklore and cuisine, including several clumsy but charming sketches of various shrines and festivals. There is indeed a diagram showing how to eat with chopsticks.

The parchment is crumpled, as though it has been hastily shoved into a mail bag. One corner is ripped.

Dear Honoroit,

How dare you, old boy! You must know it’s been simply ages since I’ve mixed up anything with my own paperwork, never mind anything as important as your next manuscript outline! I keep your notes in a locked chest especially so that they come to no harm; I should die if anything happened to something you’ve worked so hard on. Regarding which, incidentally, I have enclosed your month’s profits for The White Yonder, and your publisher demands wishes to know when you will write another. I have told him quite firmly that he will get your next book when it is ready and not a moment before.

I have reassured the men that you are well, but you know how they will worry. I don’t suppose a daguerreotype is a possibility? I We should like to see for ourselves that you are doing well on your travels. Is it yet warm in Doma? The weather here continues freezing, and I pray that you at least are comfortable. I will send you more tea, and do please let me know if there is anything else. or if you want to come home

I have also tried wasabi thanks to the Warrior. I must admit, once again, that you are far wiser than me. On the upside, it does wonders for head colds, have you noticed? I will take your recommendations of Mor Dhona under advisement; I would far rather have my culinary adventures by your side. (And it shall give me more time to practice with the chopsticks.) Would that I could join you on your travels! Alas, were both of us to go on vacation, the garrison would surely collapse. I believe I owe my very life to Yaelle, though she can never compare to you.

 I miss you so--

Praying for a swift reply,

Emmanellain

This letter has been written on a torn-off piece of notepaper, so rushed as to be nearly illegible.

My lord,

Your letter arrived barely a bell before my ship is due; I am glad to hear that all is well at home and v v thankful for the gil you sent; passage across the Ruby Sea is v expensive. It is warm here. When I return, we will go to Mor Dhona together & I insist it is my treat.

The daguerreotype is for you.

Yrs,

Honoroit

In addition to the by-now-expected notes on Kugane, there is a daguerreotype in a cheap frame. It’s smudgy and not very clear, but it shows the author—freckled, lean, with slightly shaggy hair pulled back off his face and just showing the very edge of a scar on his temple —smiling for the camera in front of a massive building. The reverse is etched Shiokaze Hostelry, 5 7AE.

My

Dear

Honoroit,

Thank you for the picture; it rests on my desk, where I may be reminded of your face. Not that I am likely to forget, you understand – I could never do that – but you have been gone simply ages and I own that travel always changes a man. You look so handso very well in Kugane; longer hair suits you. It makes you look like quite the adventurer! Speaking of, you have not been neglecting your archery I hope? I have heard that Doma is home to monsters. And we will have no talk of this paying for meals – you must know I would simply die of shame. You who do so much for me deserve to be taken care of! Which does remind me: while I was perusing the fashion plates I saw a doublet I think would suit you very well for a dinner Artoirel is holding for the Feast of St. Valerinne, by which time you must be home. I’ve attached the plate in question; do let me know what you think regarding materials?

Ah – has the news reached you yet? I know the Warrior writes you, but in case she didn’t mention – I am an uncle again! Tristechambard de Fortemps weighs just a hair over ten ponzes and is simply the most adorable infant. (Do refrain from telling Linie and Charlemend I said that; I think they’re jealous that their new brother is getting so much attention.) Artoirel says I shall be a bad influence, but I think the little ones only need the sobering influence of their Uncle Honoroit to come out as perfect little ladies and gentlemen – and the Lady Rivienne agrees with me, so hah! You’ve only two more months of travel before you may prove me right, I think?

Please know that you are in my thoughts, and write back swiftly. And tell me everything about Doma, so I can see it through your eyes.

Yours,

Emmanellain

The attached fashion plate is a remarkably well-done engraving showing a generic young Ishgardian gentleman in the very latest sable-trimmed velvet coat, with a doublet of blue silk damask edged in gold to match the buttons on the coat. It is very fashionable and very, very expensive.

This scrap of paper is crumpled so badly that it’s difficult to unfold without tearing, and damp spots blur the ink.

Honoroit it’s been a month since your last letter where are you? Did something happen? Did you decide to stay in Doma you should, if you knew No, I know you wouldn’t want to stay, only to visit, but you’ve been gone so long and I miss you, I miss you

I love you please come home

The handwriting here is legible, but just barely. Seawater has dried on the torn page, leaving white streaks behind.

Emmanellain

If you get this letter, please know that

(a slash of ink)

--the captain of the Hideyori is a grasping skinflint who refused to pay the Tithe until we passengers mutinied & I don’t know if they will accept it

(An ink splot leaks onto the edges of the words, but they are still clear) --you hold my whole heart

H

This letter is written on cheap paper in a slightly trembling hand.

My lord,

Kindly disregard the previous missive; I was overwrought and have since landed safely in the village of Isari. The Ruby Tide Confederacy is really quite reasonable if paid properly, and our new captain is a very intelligent young woman. The village is small and close-knit; their local wares are mainly fish-based, but I have enclosed a scarf I think you might like. I have not been neglecting my archery at all; already it has come in quite useful, for the wilds of Doma have no shortage of beasts and Isari is willing to pay for their removal. I am afraid I had to spend most of my proceeds from the book on the Tithe. Never fear, however; I have quite enough funds to see me safely to the village of Namai, and from there the road to the Enclave is well-maintained.

I was overjoyed to hear of your new nephew; I hope he continues in good health. I look forward to meeting him, but you must cease calling me his Uncle Honoroit; though I would of course be proud to hold such an honor, people will talk. As regards the fashion plate, I shall reserve judgement until I am in the tailor’s shop myself; I do not think such bold embroidery quite suits.

Sincerely,

Honoroit

Attached to the envelope is a burlap-wrapped package; opening it reveals a finely-woven wool scarf in a deep brick red. It’s quite plain, but very warm.

At several points in this letter, the quill has torn small holes in the parchment. The handwriting shakes.

Honoroit Banlardois,

I shall not be disregarding any letters you send me. Did you think I would dismiss you? That it would be possible to know you, to live beside you, and not love you in return? I have been near to dying with thoughts of you. I have been dreaming of nothing but your smile; I haven’t been able to look at anyone else Fury knows I tried, and yet I could barely look at you – you are so beautiful and clever and wise and wonderful, I felt so sure you would hate me, that if you knew what was in my heart you’d just stay in Doma and count yourself well rid of me--

Forgive me. I have far too much to say to you to ever put my thoughts to a proper letter. By the time you get this, I will be well on my way to the Doman Enclave, where I intend to kiss you breathless until you are quite, quite sure that I love you beyond my own life.

With all my heart,

Emmanellain

P. S. - And if you call me my lord after that, I shall be quite put out.

This letter is dated several months after the preceding ones, and is written on very fine paper indeed.

My lord brother,

Must I apologize again for my sudden trip to Doma? Well, you’ll be happy to know that Honoroit and I are on our way home, and you may expect us for Valerinne’s Day. This letter ought to arrive before we do; you know how taxing aetherytes can be. I am glad that all remains well at home; Corentiaux assures me that, contrary to what you may believe, Dragonhead has not collapsed, burnt down, or otherwise been destroyed since my departure. Give my love to the children, and let them know that their favorite uncles are coming with as many toys as they can carry. Honoroit is telling me that I shall spoil them; I think you’ll agree that they deserve the best we can give them. As for the adults, I am sending you several bottles of the finest Doman rice wine – well, they call it wine, but really ‘tis more like beer with how it’s brewed – and enough silk for a gown for Rivienne and a doublet for you. I think they will meet with your approval, especially the wine.

Yours in the Fury

Emmanellain de Fortemps

P. S. - Honoroit’s manuscript is nearing completion. You and Father will, of course, be entrusted with the advance copies.

These notes have been written on high-quality paper, but appear to have been torn from a larger sheet. The edge of the Fortemps sigil is just visible in one corner.

S,

I never thought this day would come, but you were right. Gil enclosed.

~H

H,

I told you so. To think it only took five years of the most awful pining I have ever seen. If he stops treating you right, I know where he sleeps and which laundry bags are his.

S

S,

Your concern is touching but unnecessary. He is wonderful.

~H

This particular note has been ripped into pieces and reconstituted from the scraps.

H,

So, a spring wedding?

S

#emmanellain #honoroit #saulette #emmanellain fortemps #emmhono #honoroit banlardois

[danvssomethingorother]

My Top Picks for VB fics

I didn’t want to put the fics in any order, they are all good and just as a warning, I mainly read Brusty fics but these are my personal favorites from the VB fandom. most VB fics are good though and I still have some not Brusty ones on my to read list later, so I will likely update again lol. Please feel free to reblog this and add more fics!

Hubris Makes the Heart Grow Strong -  

Ship: Brusty eventually

Status: Ongoing. 

Author: @the-monarch-is-a-venture here

Summary: An AU in which Rusty takes Brock's DNA while they're in college and ends up mixing it with his own later to create Hank and Dean.This will be Brock x Rusty further in to the story, but it's definitely gonna be a slow build, multi-chapter type thing.

My notes: I think this was one of the first VB fics I read way back in July after I finally got around to finishing up the series after years of never being able to keep up with it properly even though I have always liked the show and man this really helped me stick around and keep an eye on the fandom even when it was dead.

I just really like the premise of this fic, its a really creative and interesting origin story of where the twins came from and its just really soft. Its like a perfect fic to read when like you have had a long day and just need to relax with a cute fic. 

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What’s Past Is A Prologue

Ships: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: mirawonderfulstar

Summary: “How is the doc, anyway? Have you heard from him recently?”“Alas, no.” Orpheus said solemnly. “The last I saw of him was shortly after you and the boys left the compound. I went by to see if perhaps he needed some cheering up, poor fellow, all alone in that huge empty place, and he threw me out.” Orpheus’s tone grew colder. “I daresay that Killinger fellow brainwashed him, yes? Turned him away from the things and people he loved. I cannot think of any other reason he’d allow you and the children to be parted from him, he always seemed so devoted to you all.”Brock felt something cold slide down into his stomach, and he took a quick spoonful of his soup which did nothing to counter the effect. “You think?” He grunted after a moment.An AU following the divergence that Rusty took Killinger's offer at the end of The Doctor Is Sin.

My Notes: Rusty becomes a villain AUs are my jam. The Doctor Is Sin is definitely one of my favorite episodes!

I love how it keeps it a mystery what Rusty is up by keeping everything in Brock’s perspective and showing his slow transformation into a real villain and I don’t want to give it away but Rusty’s plan is freaking genius. Like that is super in character and its a really heart breaking ending. Just go read it, you won’t regret it.

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How you Feeling?

Ships: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: NewAgeVintage 

Summary: Taking place in a vague place in season 6/7.Rusty loses his secret stash of ‘emergency’ pills when he loses the compound. Thankfully money can buy dubiously prescribed medication. After a frustrating night in the lab he breaks into his stash and Brock needs to step in. 

My Notes: I have been trying to just like keep it to like one story per author I like and since most of the fandom is like the same few people making tons of really good work, it sometimes got tricky. 

Like I have really loved every single story this author has made but I settled on this one eventually because I just really love the idea that Brock is just used to Rusty’s bad habits and just knows how to handle the situation easily. Like he just knows him too well and I am just rambling without giving away the entire story but I just like the dynamic between Rusty and Brock and how its presented. Also read their other VB fics cause I love them lots too.  

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Red and Blue

Ship: None, gen.

Status: Complete

Author: @paigek9

Summary: From a young age, Rusty knew that Malcom was treated differently.When they were four, their dad started color-coding all of their toys, mostly to keep Uncle Rodney from losing his mind because of the daily screaming matches and fights between the brothers. All of Rusty’s toys were red; his favorite color. Malcom’s were blue, even though he liked yellow. Red was a dominant color, according to his father. The mark of a strong leader (Definitely not because fans had the habit of sending Rusty red gifts to match his hair). Blue marked the color of his company, or at least that’s what he would say around Malcom. To Rusty, it meant Player 2, Option B, a backup plan. Malcom was born to play second fiddle to Rusty, and that’s how it was supposed to be…According to Jonas.

My Notes: Yes, I know she just wrote this for me for my silly AU but I just really love this fic ok? My friend is so talented and I love her. Look what she made.

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Private Growth in the Face of... Stuff

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: @deliriumbubbles

Summary: After the party at Hatred’s and debriefing the boys, Brock and Rusty fight over what went down at the party. Or at least, what Rusty knows about. They send the boys to bed, and Brock sets to work relieving some tension. 

My Notes: When I make lists like this I usually try to not give like smut recs but like this is just a really freaking good smut fic. Its not just smut, its a complex feels piece that just happens to have smut. Its just a really good fic guys, just read it.

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Into Safety? (Wear Some Kneepads)

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: newyorktopaloalto

Summary:  Brock coming back— free of pay and of his own volition— meant nothing more than he still loved the boys he had helped Rusty raise for almost twenty years. This was not a romcom (no matter the clichéd archetypes that set the stage for his life) and if it were, it would not be one starring him— it would be starring Meg Ryan because he had already thought about it for way longer than he would admit out loud. So he was living here, taking care of the boys, giving Rusty a long-suffering and amusingly indulgent look, existing (drinking coffee, making dinner, cracking terrible jokes and skulls) as though he had never left...And so, yeah, whatever, Brock coming back might have something (infinitesimal, really, but bordering on nigh) to do with him. It still didn't make his life a romcom.

My Notes: Did you really expect me not to rec the one and only successful Rusty fic on A03? Cause I have so many feels for this fic. It just takes the basic concept of a successful Rusty and it builds its own little world off it all the while very much keeping it in the Venture Bros universe. Its so good, it makes me cry. Please read it. 

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Where are My Pills, Where is My Former Lover?

Ship: Brusty

Status: Ongoing

Author: hell0lust

Summary: He’d promised Brock, all those years ago, that he was through with the pills, for good. Who cares what Brock thinks? He’s not your... whatever he was, anymore. Brock doesn’t get to decide what you do or don’t do.Rusty Venture has never known a life outside of failure. With the sudden weight of keeping his late brother's company afloat on his shoulders, Rusty finds himself falling into old habits of prescription drug abuse, as a means to cope.

My Notes: Out of the genre of ‘Rusty picks up his old addictions again in New York’ fics (that are really all good) this one is my favorite. It sadly hasn’t been updated in awhile but I hold hope the author will come back eventually. I just love how everything is played off in this fic, the slow build to Rusty and Brock getting back together and Rusty’s addictions and his jealousy of Warriana, its all just good. Go read it, you won’t regret it.

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let me in the wall you've built around

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete 

Author: @ladyofdecember

Summary: Rusty has a hard time coming to grips with events after "The Unicorn In Captivity". His family is worried. Brock and Rusty struggle with communication. 

My Notes: This was another case of damn, which fic of the authors should I choose for this? There are a ton of amazing stories she has written! I think I finally settled on this one because it gave a really beautiful conclusion to one of the darker episodes from this season and it brings me joy. The angst building up to a warm fluffy ending is really beautiful.

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Surrogate Fatherhood

Ship: None, Gen.

Status: Complete

Author: @tsv

Summary: "He tries to ignore the shortcomings in Doc's parenting, at first. In the beginning, he'd taken it as the understandable failings of a first-time father — an emotionally callous comment here, a forgotten promise there. But soon enough, they begin to pile up, piecing together like a quilt of subtle emotional neglect.And it's not his job. At all. It's not even remotely his job. Still, when Dean comes out of his room crying about a nightmare and Doc tells him he's busy without even looking up, it itches at him. Despite the distance he'd tried to maintain, Brock genuinely feels bad."A piece reflecting on Brock and his relationship with the boys over the years.

My Notes: It was really hard for me to choose one from this author. I think I am in love with all of their work. Every piece is a freaking masterpiece and well done and everything I wanted from this fandom. But I chose this one cause fluffy Brock and the boys stuff is pretty rare and this one always, always manages to hit me in the feels.

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That’s it for now, my favorite fics. If you want to add more, please do! Like everyone in this fandom is super talented!

#venture bros #the venture bros #brusty #rusty venture #brock samson #fanfic recs #fic recs

[tartaricing]

It’s In Your Arms

Well whoop dee doo here’s a crackfic about a crackship about Agent 14/Male!Assistant with my OC’s involved, but first chapter only cuz of rules... Also in AO3 form and in FFNet form in entirety

Chapter 1: “There Was Paperwork?”

The Balla Bees came back from their holiday in Peach County to start their businesses again. Well, Ricardo and Ayla went to the town of Avalon where all men grilled at the same time and all the women walked their animals at the same time like clockwork. It was a creepy private property utopia and they were happy to be back in Los Santos. Darryl took his parents to Schmickeyland and the peach groves. After all the decadence and food, it was back to work.

Ayla was a short olive-skinned woman in a pink dress and white hoodie. After a half day at the meth lab, she drove down to her nightclub, called KK Omega. Brushing her bob back, she skittered into her office, seeing Gay Tony typing out a paper.

“Maganda hapon, Tony! Kumusta sa pasko nyo- Oh shit, sorry!” Ayla greeted Tony, giving a wave, but crumpling back, “Good afternoon, Tony. How was your Christmas?” She chuckled nervously.

“Oh don’t worry about it,” Tony gave a dismissive hand wave, “I’ve dealt with your language mix ups enough to answer. To answer, good afternoon and yes my Christmas was good. I’m assuming yours was good too?”

“Oh yes, it was great. Avalon is such a beautiful city but it can be too sterile,” Ayla replied, sitting in her chair and crunching a few numbers, “But hey, we gotta get back to work now!” 

“Yes!” Tony hollered in agreement, “Avalon’s fucking creepy though.” She started a promotional activity of playing music from a blimp, praying to god that the flying bikes don’t hit her.

Ricardo, also known as Rick to his loved ones, went back to oversee the Vanilla Unicorn. He stood at five eleven and was a lean tanned man of a few words. He also wore white Air Forces and a tan military jumpsuit with a red shirt underneath. After a few clicks on his computer, he rode his Scramjet to do a few shipments for Ron at Fort Zancudo.

“Hey there, Rick!” Ron popped in, wearing a red sweater far too worn for the holiday, “How was Christmas?”

“Good, got to see my family in Avalon. Ate their delicious Filipino cooking,” Rick answered, getting out of his Avenger.

“I don’t like Avalon. It’s too Stepford… ish.”

“Ah yes, you and me both.” Rick went to see his money back down at his money laundering business.

Darryl rode from his parents’ apartment in Little Seoul to his high rise apartment near Maze Bank tower. His red and white Toreador shone in the sun as he got up to get his laundry out. He emerged with a new three-piece suit. He took his Toreador into the ocean in his Kosatka, greeting Pavel.

“Hi kapitan! How was your Christmas?” Pavel dusted the control panels.

“Good,” Darryl answered, casually shooting a man on a flying bike that was heading towards Ayla with a missile, “Schmickeyland is nice. I hope you didn’t get lonely.”

“Don’t worry, I called my family,” Pavel answered, “Russia tried making their own Schmickeyland, but there were too many rats for it to even work out.”

“I hope that was enough.”

The Balla Bees then reunited in the Paleto Forest bunker. It was six in the afternoon. They exchanged stories of Avalon and what presents they got. Ayla talked about her Schmickeyland merch while Rick talked about a ham radio set and Darryl talked about how his parents still saw him as a poor college kid.

“Like I tell mom, I own my business in shipping, I don’t need you to come into Cluckin’ Bell and yell at my manager!” Darryl laughed.

“It’s like I tell mine, ‘Nanay, wag na ng ala ng pasok ko. Just be glad you’re in Avalon!”’” Rick exchanged his own tidbit. “I wouldn’t bring Ron to meet her though.”

“It’s true, she thought my Schmickey ears were too much. She’d get a heart attack if she met Gay Tony!” Ayla cackled, slapping her knee.They then got to work, stealing supplies. After a hectic chase from cops and people on flying bikes, they returned with almost a full bunker of supplies. They stood around, with Ayla waving at the R&D team, Rick discussing numbers with another engineer, and Darryl jotting stats on the board. After the supplies were fully in, they were going to call it a night.

Until their phones rang at the same time. All with Agent 14 at the screen.

“You answer!” Ayla gasped, “He scares me.”

“Can I call dibs?” Darryl asked.

“No, you don’t own the bunker so that makes no sense,” Rick was confused, looking at Darryl’s phone, “Look, I’ll answer on speaker. Stay quiet.” He turned the speaker on and answered the call. “We all got the supplies, what’s the big deal?” Ayla and Darryl held their breath. 

“Hey, I know you stole all those supplies and you’re all tired, but I forgot this one thing,” Agent 14 rang in.

“What one thing?” Rick raised his eyebrow in suspicion.

“If it’s the gun range, we cleaned that,” Ayla hazarded a guess.

“It’s not the gun range.”

“Is it the security?” Darryl tried his own guess.

“No.”

“Then what is it?” Rick was even more confused.

“It’s… The yearly paperwork. I forgot to get it. Is it anywhere in the bunker?” Agent 14 sighed, with Mrs. Rackman’s shouting in the background.

“Paperwork?” Ayla joined Rick in confusion, “I heard nothing about paperwork.”

“Oh shit, I know,” Darryl added in, “It’s in my CEO office at Maze Bank West. Should I get it?”

“No, we’ll all meet in the bunker and you can show me where in your CEO office that paperwork is. I’ll see you.” Agent 14 hung up. The Balla Bees looked at themselves and shrugged.

Agent 14 arrived in an unmarked vehicle. He greeted them all and then piled themselves in Darryl’s Toreador.

“How was your Christmas, Agent 14?” Ayla asked.

“Very good, now I gotta go run but I’m assuming the rest of you had great Christmases?” Agent 14 replied, sitting shotgun to Darryl.

“We went to Avalon, somewhere in Peach County,” Rick added.

“People live in Avalon?” Agent 14 raised his eyebrow, “That place is more expensive than Los Santos!”

“Rick bought his folks a home there,” Darryl explained. The car ride was filled with Ayla’s giggly rendition of Backstreet Boys. A few boosts down the highway later, they arrived at the Maze Bank West tower. They all buzzed themselves into the CEO office.

The Balla Bees then gave Agent 14 a tour of the office, from the TV, to the view, to the gun locker, the map of Los Santos, the living quarters, the heist office, and the filing room. But before they even got to the filing room, the assistant got up out of his chair and went to Darryl.

“Boss! Warstock wants to speak with you, they want you to do a promotion with them!” The assistant eagerly handed the phone to Darryl. Darryl then went to the heist room to speak, with the other two buzzing in. The assistant sat back down on his desk, typing away. Agent 14 then followed him, standing up in front of him. “May I help you, sir?” The assistant sat up, turning away from his computer.

“Well, answer me this,” Agent 14 crossed his arms, cocking his head towards the other man, “How’s some handsome man like you a secretary?”

The male assistant blushed heavily, giggling behind a raised hand, “I’m an executive assistant to the boss! And this is holiday weight!”

“Oh come on!” Agent 14 pointed at him, “How did someone so cute get into SecuroServ?”

“Stop it, I’m at work, the boss could see me any minute!” The assistant lifted a folder up to his face, slapping the IAA agent’s hand away with the other.

“Oh feisty aren’t you?” He pulled the folder off to see the other’s blushing face, “Just let me get a closer look at you… SecuroServ chose well. And so did Darryl here.” He leaned into the assistant, who was red as a tomato.

“...The fuck?” Darryl peeked his head out the door, with Rick and Ayla below.

“... I don’t know what to feel about this,” Rick whispered.

“Should we tell them?”

“Shhh!” Ayla shushed them, “They’re about to look.” They closed the door silently. 

“Do you want your yearly bunker paperwork?” The assistant sputtered, regaining his cool.

“Yes, that’s what I was here for,” Agent 14 answered.

“I know where they are, come with me,” The assistant got up and led the agent to the filing cabinets. He grabbed a box labeled ‘Bunker 2020’, lifted it, and put it in the agent’s hands. The Balla Bees reopened the door to look again.

“I didn’t know it was a box of paperwork!” Rick whispered.

“...Should we help them?” Ayla’s voice raised in concern.

“I think they got it, it’s only three boxes worth,” Darryl replied.

“But still-” Ayla replied. They then closed the door again.

“Wow, you’re pretty strong!” Agent 14 commented on how well the assistant was holding two boxes worth of bunker paperwork. 

“Well I work out a lot,” the assistant chuckled, “It’s so easy in Los Santos!”

“I know right!” Agent 14 replied, “It’s great to run in the sun!”

“I guess we have that in common!” They both chuckled to each other. The crew tiptoed out stone-faced down the stairs and to Darryl’s Toreador.

They all met at the car, with Darryl taking the last box and sending the assistant off. The crew and the agent sat again in the Toreador and shuttled back to the bunker. 

“It’s nice you have a great assistant, Darryl,” Agent 14 sat shotgun, face glowing in excitement.

“It is,” Darryl struggled to not laugh.

“Hindi ng kakaron ito. Sira ng ulo ng Agent 14?” Rick whispered to Ayla in the backseat.

“Hindi ng alam ko. Sira ng ulo ng assistant sa Darryl?” Ayla answered.

“Bakla na sila?” They shrugged their shoulders in response.

“Sounds like you had a good time there,” Darryl still struggled to not laugh.

“I did, very much. I even got his number.” Agent 14 added, “He sounds like a great running buddy.” He had a smile on his face. The crew all had blank expressions, and maintained them going into the bunker. And loading the boxes of paper work in the unmarked vehicle. And seeing him drive off.

Upon closing the bunker, the trio broke out into laughter. 

“This is a total minfuck!” Darryl started, “It’s trippy to see my assistant get up, but even trippier to see Agent 14 hit on him!”

“I know!” Ayla guffawed even harder, “Seeing a really blissful Agent 14 just… makes me astrally project!”

“My assistant being a blushing mess is just so weird, man!”

“It’s not that they’re being gay, but it’s like… This is how our businesses are interacting, like really what the fuck? It’s so awkward I don’t know what to say. Like flirting? In our CEO office?” Rick really lost it.

“It’s more likely than we think!” Darryl added. They all absolutely lost it, with all the bunker staff looking at them like they’re deranged.

They called it a night, with Rick and Ayla staying at Fort Zancudo and Darryl staying at his apartment. 

Another sun rose up, as the floating rock has yet to stop spinning and revolving. All three departed to take care of their businesses. Ayla took care of her meth lab. Darryl gathered vehicles. Rick stole more supplies for his bunker. Luckily for him, it was an easy matter to tackle individually. Sitting on the hood of his blue weaponized Tampa, he soaked in the sun. His jacket was tied on his waist, revealing his tanned skin. He was parked on the end of Chumash pier, fishing rod in tow. 

Fish weren’t in much of a mood to bite today. Or at this season.

Rick’s sunglasses reflected off the sun perfectly, reminding him that sometimes all that privilege is too much sometimes. And that some things stay the same no matter what, like his predilection towards fishing alone or his family’s desire to work or Ayla’s love and optimism. Sometimes he wondered what it’d be like to go perfectly legal and only handle the Vanilla Unicorn. He then felt a tug on his fishing rod, and then another, and another in increasing intensity. He instinctively reeled in response. 

On the hook was a crab and an off-white brick. He incredulously looked at the brick as he put the crab in his bucket. It was a large crab that dwarfed the two small mackerels in it. The brick was wrapped in plastic with packing tape on it. It felt packed and powdery as he patted it. White dust came out of it, feeling a brief high that made him clutch his bucket close. 

Cocaine.

He dropped the brick in the bucket and froze. There was a sudden gust of wind that nudged him back on his Tampa. Someone was running drugs. Putting the bucket between his thighs, he pulled out his sniper rifle, zooming in at the sky before him. And he saw it.

A young woman on a MKII Oppressor shouting swears and flipping him off. This meant trouble and it had to be done fast. Rick zoomed in on her and gave a few shots. He landed a headshot on her and the flying bike fell into the water. He put the bucket back down and kept zooming in with the scope. No flying vehicles and no angry people. No yachts, submarines, or dinghies. No Strombergs or Toreadors. All quiet out in the ocean. He focused his sights on the immediate beach. Just normal people doing normal things.

But wait.

He stopped to see two people running together. A white man and a Latino man were a little close for comfort, but they were just running along the coast.

Agent 14 and the assistant managed to meet up and have a beach run.

“For someone who took a break for the holidays, you’re not doing too bad!” Agent 14 called over to the assistant, who was just next to him. They were both in shirts and leggings. 

“I could say the same to you!” The assistant called back, “The sand’s a bitch though.”

“You get used to it.”

“I know, I know,” The assistant gave a dismissive hand wave, “I’ve done enough ocean swims already.” 

“How far have we gone already?” Agent 14 wondered aloud.

“Ten miles?” The assistant looked down at his watch. Agent 14 leaned into him, looking at his watch.

“Mine says the same thing,” Agent 14 looked at his watch, “Well what do you know, we have matching watches!”

“Watch buddies!” The assistant gave a high five. Agent 14 leapt back, flustered. “What?”

“Matt, this is the first time you actually touched me!” Agent 14 stammered. They both stopped.

“C’mon, Chris... Is the running getting to you?” Matt Torres, the assistant gave a little grip on the other’s hand.

“No… Matt, I…” Agent 14, aka Chris Chase, “Dammit.” He started to lose his cool.

Rick kept zooming in, intrigued at the scene of his two businesses interacting. He used his drone to take a photo. He sent the photo to the rest of the crew. 

Chris sat in his IAA cubicle, just still steaming from the high five. He held his head in his hands, still blushing. The document on his computer still remains blank. 

“Are you okay there?” Mrs. Rackman asked him, “You’ve been staring at the computer for FIVE minutes.”

“Yeah, I am…” Agent 14 sighed, “Just a hard run.”

“Yeah, this run is gonna be harder if you don’t stop slackin’.” He started to type languidly. He could still feel his heart thumping in his chest.

Matt was at the CEO office processing some vehicle cargo. His legs still felt weak from the run. He was on the phone with another client, where he let out a huff every few words. “I swear, a contract is a contract… Agh. I mean I don’t care if there’s something tomorrow, the vehicle needs to be here!”

The client hung up. Matt reclined in his chair. Darryl asks what’s going on.

“I had a long run.” Matt sighed, “It’s the first time I ran in a while.” Darryl nodded his head and went on his way. 

The Balla Bees had a group call later on today. 

“The fuck was that picture, Rick?” Darryl asked.

“That’s what I found today at Chumash,” Rick replied.

“Ooooh, something’s brewing!” Ayla squealed.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rick replied, “I wonder what this means for our business.”

“Maybe it’s not on a professional level,” Ayla added.

“Well that’s gonna get hairy in terms of arms dealing if this keeps going,” Darryl said, “Or easier, depends.”

“Well it’s cute regardless,” Ayla muttered dreamily.

“Ayla!” Darryl and Rick yelled. 

The next few days were rough. The crew ran a tight ship on their businesses with a full city. There were flying bikes everywhere and crazy people riding them. Agent 14 and the assistant couldn’t meet at all, leaving them both frustrated. Actually, everyone was frustrated. No one can speak to each other in person and all communication was text or call. 

The crew had a goal to have supplies filled to the brim, and they were fulfilling that many times over. They were driving and flying like mad. And no one was sleeping and living off of P’s and Q’s and Sprunk. However, there was a window of opportunity when the crew decided to do a late night meth sale. 

Agent 14 went to the Maze Bank CEO tower in an unmarked vehicle. He buzzed himself in, bringing a bottle of wine. The assistant sat in his chair, eyes sunken and visibly tired. However, his eyes lit up at the sight of the IAA agent.

“Hey babe,” Agent 14 greeted him, reaching out for a hug, “I came as fast as possible when you texted me.”

“Don’t call me that,” The assistant softly chuckled, hugging him back, “But goddammit I need that wine.”

And so they popped off the cork and started with a few glasses of wine. 

“So you’re telling me that you got hit by a branch when you were a kid?” Matt took a sip of wine.

“Yup, a whole branch flew at me,” Chris did his sip, “Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still feel that thing.” They crept closer to each other on the couch. They both laughed.

“And you found multiple bricks of cocaine as a kid in Mexico because you wanted to make a fort?” Chris shot back.

“Yeah my mom was so mad, she hit me and my brothers with her chancla. But let me tell you, it’s a damn fine fort!” Matt gave a flick of his wrist towards the window showing city lights. They laughed again, hands creeping towards each other. They sat in silence for a while. The term dating wasn’t something they’d use but it felt like it. Between shifts at work, they were workout buddies, sent greeting texts, gave hugs and kisses, and shared some pretty close secrets. They also ate out together when they could. Operative word, could. 

For an IAA agent, Chris could still feel the butterflies with Matt. So many things he could fight through, but this? This was scary.

Matt always felt so gooey with Chris. He’d always be a blushing and babbling mess of some sort, but he was able to get a handle on it. He didn’t expect to feel something like this from work.

But work always got in the way for both of them. And they were dedicated men to their jobs.

They started to hold hands, with Matt blushing. They started to face each other, eyes locked on each other. Chris’s icy blue to Matt’s warm brown. They couldn’t help but smile at each other. Chris crossed his arms, with his hands playing with the sleeve of his jacket. He started blushing too, grabbing the nape of Matt’s neck and drawing him in for a kiss. It wasn’t their first kiss but it felt like it. Their lips brushed against each other before they started using tongue. Matt hugged Chris in. It was warm and comforting, hugging and kissing like this. Chris pulled the other’s waist in. 

It was nice, to not be professionals and just be, well, a couple.

They separated after a few minutes, with both of them panting. It was a miracle their hands weren’t running over each other’s bodies. They still stayed close.

“Hey, Chris, I…” Matt finally spoke.

“You, what…?” Chris replied.

“I… I…”

“You, you what? Wh-what is it, Matt?”

“I… uh…” The assistant’s eyes darted across the room.

“Spit it out, Matt, I’m here!” Agent 14’s voice had a hint of annoyance, “It’s okay, just say it.”

“Shit… nevermind,” Matt shook his head.

“Okay, mind if I say something?” Chris asked.

“Sure, I won’t judge.”

“Matt, I…” His voice trailed off, “Matt… Matthew… Oh goddammit…”

“Chris, take your time.”

“I… Fuck.” They broke their embrace, only trying to spit words out.

“It’s okay.”

“I… I lo-, oh fuck!” Agent 14 facepalmed, “I can’t do this.” He held his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” Matt whispered.

“It’s not your fault, Matt. It’s no one’s fault.”

“I’m sorry for being weak,” Matt choked back tears.

“No, no…” Chris pulled Matt into his arms, “It’s the nature of our jobs. We can’t be too attached. I’m a protected government agent and you’re an executive assistant for a private security company. We both work for the same three degenerates here in Los Santos.”

“I’m sorry, when my brother came out of the closet, my mom gave him hell. I can’t do this either. I’ve so much at stake after I left stock trading,” Matt began to cry.

“I’m so sorry, my folks don’t care so that… hurts me,” Chris wiped his tears and leaned in for a kiss. But it felt hypocritical so he let go of the other man. 

Agent 14 and the assistant sat on opposite ends of the couch. The assistant was bawling and grabbing tissues. Agent 14 crossed his arms and sat stewing in his anger and disappointment. The crying hurt too much so the agent left, leaving with a soft pat on the assistant’s shoulder.

The assistant stayed the night in the tower.

The next morning the Balla Bees had begun their final full business shift. They started with a vehicle sale from the warehouse. They buzzed themselves into the CEO tower to start the sale. All three shuffled forward to see the assistant’s head on his arms folded on the desk. Darryl and Rick silently went forward while Ayla tapped the assistant’s shoulder.

“Ay nako! Are you okay? What happened?” Ayla gasped as the disarrayed assistant.

“I’m fine boss, just a shitty night.” The assistant brushed his hair back and started to type.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, go make some money, bosses.” He quietly sat up and typed stuff in. The crew shrugged their shoulders and sold an entire warehouse of vehicles. The assistant morosely gave orders and limply gave praise as they did it.

“At least you fulfilled something, unlike me to someone I’ve known…” The assistant’s final remark sent shivers down their spine.

It didn’t feel right to them, but what could they do?

The crew then started selling enough arms to fill their bunker. Agent 14 buzzed in their phones.

“Buckle your seatbelts, it's gonna get heartbreaking. Merryweather got wind of these sales, so expect them to show up and gun you down. The important thing is the weapons get to the drops." They swore they heard a sniffle follow that message.

While they have been rapid in delivery, Ayla got cornered and the other two had to rescue her, costing them time.

“Hurry it up… so I can have alcohol in my system,” Agent 14 quipped rather slowly.

“He sounds so sad…” Ayla pouted.

“We can worry about that later,” Rick set her right, “We need to drop one more cargo.”

“You know this is kinda depressing,” Darryl added, “I never heard either of them so sad before.” After a few run-ins with Merryweather, they finished the cargo.

“Looks like you gave out... to the right people too... I don’t know if they use them right, but knowing them I hope they keep their promises. Unlike someone I know,” Agent 14 weakly congratulated them. A pop of a beer bottle and chugging sounds followed. The entire crew grimaced at the last remark. 

“Jesus I’m not sure if I wanna know what happened between them,” Rick gasped. They nodded in agreement. Ayla ordered some fruit baskets to both Agent 14 and the assistant, unmarked at Darryl’s advice.

Translations (from Tagalog and Spanish): Maganda hapon, Tony! Kumusta sa pasko nyo = Good Afternoon, Tony! How was your Christmas? Nanay, wag na ng ala ng pasok ko = Mom, don’t worry about my job Hindi ng kakaron ito. Sira ng ulo ng Agent 14? = I don’t understand. Is Agent 14 crazy? Hindi ng alam ko. Sira ng ulo ng assistant sa Darryl? = I don’t know. Is Darryl’s assistant crazy? Bakla na sila? = Are they gay? Chancla = Sandal Ay nako = My goodness!

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