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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

68. "I love you." "I don't."

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

#heros and villains #ask game #200 followers #thank you so much

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vegetarian-macan · 3 years

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Macan’s Birthday 2021

As a lot of you know from following me or just watching me go completely off the rails, you’ll know that I’m very fond of Macan as a character. Unfortunately, he’s one of many characters that Lifewonders has introduced with an intriguing characterization that is shelved for the same joke over an over again. You know the one.

This post is going to be exploring that concept, and the ramifications it has on his character and how these beliefs affect him in his Date Quest. All information presented will be from his appearances that are lore-heavy, as well as some of my own inferences. Everything will be under the cut because this is going to be a little long.

And fair warning, I will be getting mentioning topics such as suicide and human trafficking as it is a part of his character, keep this in mind as you read.

First, let’s start with the lore that appears in his character quest (the first one, hoping for a second at some point), as that came first. The beginning starts with Macan speaking about how he woke up one day in a jungle with no memory besides the knowledge to find water, food and shelter, and the belief that if one consumes another, they will live on within you. He soon saw that he was a weretiger, with no recollection of how this transformation happened in the first place. In the scene in Chapter 3 where Macan and the MC are discussing himself, he brings up a theory of how this happened, saying that a tiger may have become human, or a human became a tiger. Either way, two beings were killed, and one was reborn from them.

He was unique in the world of Shangri-La, no one else was like him, as strong as him. He was unlike anything there, which made him truly and utterly alone. He hated what little time he spent as a weretiger in Shangri-La, being unable to speak to others as they were afraid of him, and with no one to talk to, he soon began to go mad. When the past Macan appears in his character quest, and the protagonist and the Macan from Tokyo have to fight him, he has a few lines of dialogue about how there’s no one around to answer his calls anymore, no one to listen to him. How he hates being alone.

After he is defeated, this past Macan cries about how he’s going to die alone, that he isn’t just another beast, he’s Someone. It is implied subtly in this scene that had he not been Summoned to Tokyo Macan would have either gone completely mad or committed suicide. Thankfully, this was avoided, although the result to being Summoned was less than ideal, which I will talk about later.

There is a scene in his character quest, right before Past Macan appears, that is explored in his date quest. While bathing in a lake together in the jungle, Macan brings up that with the protagonist there, being in Shangri-La is different. He’s more comfortable, he has someone to talk with now. He mentions that if he could, he’d want to go back to Shangri-La and live there forever with the MC, before stating that if he dies first, he’d want you to eat him.

As for his date quest, let’s set the scene with some lore provided in-game. It opens up with this:

A world where the horizon is lost. This is the homeworld of Macan, Shangri-La. It is said that it is at the end of the mountain called Hourai "the end of Kunlun" and "behind Deva Loka". That is, it is "on the opposite side of the never-ending road" where people believe in "Reverse Reincarnation". In a world dominated by this faith, death does not mean the end of existence. They believed that even if the physical body was destroyed, the astral body and the spirit would continue living on in a separate state. They could continue living as long as the body, astral body and spirit were not all destroyed at the same time, which is the eternity that Shangri-La promised.

Macan brings this fact up when he is introduced; those that he consume live on within him, and whoever shall consume him he will live on in them. This is the faith by which he lives his life. No living being is exempt from this rule in Shangri-La, which is most likely part of the reason that Macan has hangups over consuming animals like fish and livestock. They have no choice in how they die, and he cannot be comfortable eating them like that.

As you may remember, Macan states, or rather implies, that he has eaten people that have lost in a duel against him before. He is completely comfortable with this aspect, seeing it as a natural result to things because, in his homeworld, it is. This is not shared by the residents of Tokyo and other worlds, however, with characters such as Suzuka and Nomad being put off by this. But there is a reason for why he fights the way he does.

Within Shangri-La there was a cycle that persisted up until the creation of the Macan we know, one that was completely broken by the actions of a single human. This cycle was the creation of the Weretiger King, and is explained in his Date Quest as follows:

The weretiger known as Macan Gadungan is also a believer of this faith [see above]. When a creature like him is created, a human is consumed by a beast. The human's spirit is then reborn in the body of this beast. The name of the magangadungan is known throughout Shangri-La as the king of the jungle where many monsters are said to roam. However, it is the opposite that is true. It is not the strongest magan becomes king, it is that the strongest king becomes a magan. Even the toughest bodies will eventually decay, and so even the strongest man will rise from his chair. But there was still a way in this world to make one's faith eternal. The way to accomplish this is to be eaten by a King and to become their flesh and blood. Even if one's body is consumed, as long as the rest lives on, so too will you. Therefore, it is the former king's fate to be eaten by a new king, and live on.* They will be reborn into a new body. The king of the jungle must then remain the best as well as fascinating target that everyone will want to eat. Until the day they too are consumed, no one can defeat them.

*(I’m aware of the contradiction here, but I will not know the correct translation of this section until it is translated officially)

Macan, or the human he once was, managed to stop this cycle, this loop, in its tracks by turning it on it’s head. The challenger is never supposed to defeat the King, and yet, he did. And so, every past King, every instance of this Weretiger King and the human Macan used to be were fused together, and became a new Weretiger King. One that hadn’t been seen before in that world.

Soon after, he was Summoned to Tokyo, and sold on the black market run by Daikoku. His date quest explores as well, stating that his time as a prisoner was spent in a cage, shuffled between owners and trying to take pieces of him to use for medicine, leather, meat, anything they could take from him. And yet, he continued to live on, his immortality coming from the jungle of Shangri-La, and the former kings that now made up his existence.

He escaped by mauling one of his captors, and presumably picked up by Claude while he was on the run. Those captors of his wanted his flesh and blood, and it was something he would never give them willingly.

The same cannot be said for the protagonist, or whoever he is paired with in his Date Quest.

During this quest, Macan’s beliefs are tested when he goes to finally consume the protagonist while they lay on the private beach, and he can’t go through with it. Even with his jaws around their throat, he cannot make the final push. Why?

You see, up until this point, Macan had lived by, essentially, the law of equivalent exchange. Give and take, in equal amounts. The bare minimum was given to him whenever someone interacted with him, and Macan gave the same back. So what happens when someone gives him more than that? What happens when he wants more than just the bare minimum? This part addresses that; his beliefs crumble under him.

Macan believes that he can’t ask for more than the bare minimum from others, their flesh and blood, because it would be going against the nature of the weretiger kings, to want nothing from others and also embracing your own personal desires to the fullest. This was what he learned in Shangri-La, the way to prove that he was alive and existed. It was simple, it was an easy world to live in with this belief. But it wasn’t enough for him, not when it came to the person he loved.

Macan wanted more from them; their flesh, blood, soul, everything. He wanted their time, their friendship, their love and adoration. But something deep in his being told him he didn’t deserve it, that they won’t reciprocate this need. The parts of himself, the human, the tiger, and the one that is neither and both, all want different things, and it confused him. Startled him. Scared him.

In the end, he realizes that if he were to kill and eat them, he would lose them. They would be apart of his existence from there on, but they wouldn’t be there. He would no longer be able to see them smile, sit with them on the beach, fight together with them. Which is a loss he couldn’t take, and was prepared to throw away his entire way of life to preserve that bliss. Were they to ask the same of him, he would give them everything he was without hesitation.

His date quest ends ambiguously, which is fitting. The player gets to decide how Macan and the one he has fallen for continue with their life. To follow one’s beliefs, or stop and reconsider when the price to pay is the one you love.

#macan #macan housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #i love character analysis but this one wrings me out

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ravenadottir · 3 years

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If you could switch any of the routes, how would you do it? For example, put Noah in super easy mode by giving him Bobby's route. Or make Gary the Unicorn (Kassam's route).

((live footage of me thinking about noah having any other route than his own))

so, let’s see...

i would like noah’s playthrough to still have the flavor of his indecision, and plenty of dialogues so i could fall even more in love with him... but you know, less snakey and painful, soooo, i would give him rahim’s route. we get to be with him since day one, but he switches to someone else because of his insecurity, eventually becoming ours again when the right timing is right.

rahim should’ve had noah’s route. hear me out! he’s the one who cannot deal with confrontation. noah still bickers back when he and hope fight, and gives her some hard time when she says she makes more money than him. the only person who truly doesn’t take confrontation is rahim. he actually lets priya go for noah on operation, and i still don’t understand why he wouldn’t say anything, unless he was scared of calling her out. with that being said, he’s not out there at all, handsome, quiet and timid. that’s much more gentleman-y than noah ever was on those first couple of days! priya going after him on “operation nope” would make more sense than noah, because rahim is exactly her type, not book boy! she says she likes guys that can be cheeky and that’s who rahim is, despite of delivering the lines wrong. noah isn’t throwing pick up lines back and forth, and rahim was the one saying he doesn’t want to be friends with her because something else is on the table. and if we’re all playing the same game here, instead of hope, we put lottie on it. cause you know... cuckoo over a guy... and the fights with priya would stay in that realm of making sense. lottie going for priya’s guts would’ve actually been justified!

as for crane boy, i wanted to see something flavorful in than just lottie pining over him while he’s entirely into mc. it’s just very annoying she calls dibs without ever being with him. lucas’s route would fit gary so well, because he’s still unsure of whether he should trust someone or not, after being burned. and it would make sense for him to switch because he’s conflicted. it makes sense for lucas, but not for henrik (that was ooc), so gary could take that part. after mc is back and alone, he realizes the mistake he made and apologizes. it suits him better than henrik, i’ll tell you that. plus, if they made blake convince him? even better! one more for the “naive gary” for the win.

henrik could’ve been a casa amor guy. he’s the kind of boy you either fall in love right away or never give him a second look. imagine this dumbass of a guy trying to get with you in less than three days, while being confused about everything felix says! getting him so desperately trying to get with you being his confident self would’ve been another level! it also doesn’t make sense for him and lucas to come after the girl they’re with. they’re mates! it needed to be something about the frenemies trope and not the little brother-big brother. if we could put henrik on carl’s place, alien boy would’ve been a bombshell:

carl coming in on day 5, taking henrik’s spot, would have a much richer development. he has a lot to learn about trust and control, and spending more time with us would teach him that. if carl brought someone back from casa amor, it would give sense to what he says later about “ending things before they get serious”. the angst would’ve been far more intense and the compensation of his arc much more satisfying than it is, giving him a full circle of a “awkward and scared” trope and giving us the carl arc we deserved.

rocco can stay put. his arc kind of fits him well and i don’t mind not seeing him again.

lucas could have gary’s route, and i would love to fight marisol over him. bear with me, it will make sense in a bit. lucas being an og boy would actually be cool since he doesn’t make the best first impressions with the guys, only the girls. the friendships would’ve been conditional and i would love to see that! plus, a little of hope’s glances towards him. but back to the marisol thing. she knows this is a place to find love, but also to play a game when it’s needed. once you get the breakfast gate happening, it’s on! marisol would be interested in him because of his looks and background. being so educated, honest, blunt and rude as he is, for once, she would’ve stirred from her usual type, and we could’ve had a little bit of a healthy competition.. imagine the snarky comments but still, the friendship with her being intact if one of us gets the guy. and marisol still being a love interest would only make everything more flavorful. “i thought i was competing for him, but it turns out, i was into you the whole time.”

bobby getting the unicorn route, in casa amor. imagine the players that unlocked him saying “did you know he’s a baker who makes cupcakes for his friends when they’re sad?” it would actually be a unicorn because once you’re on his route, and is sweet just like him, he boops you. PLAYERS POSTING ABOUT THE UNICORN GUY BOOPING THEM. i bet fusebox would’ve fixed that shit already, given he would become quite popular, not only because of his looks (because let’s face it, he’s adorable) but also the things he says and does. plus, if they played the cards right, he would’ve gone down on mc during casa, and OH MY GOD, the stans would lose their shit even more!

kassam would get bobby’s spot, and honestly? he would’ve been a direct competition to mysteryous lucas. he has so much to offer, but after casa amor, all the guys become the same person and that’s honestly a waste! kassam being there since day one would’ve been legitimately the quiet guy. even more so than noah.

elisa coming in from casa amor and staying, instead of shannon. again, hear me out. elisa still being an li it would mean she falls for us after being with a guy, and in this case, noah. elisa being a mean casa girl, but falling for us and having a completely new “enemies to lovers” route? UM, YES! much more interesting than what they gave her. let’s face it, girl was robbed! plus, day 19 is when everything happens, and elisa being jealous of whoever we saved (or brought back) is actually a dream! i still want a cool girl to be jealous of my mc!

shannon coming in later would make much more sense if she foght jo over one of the boys. the betrayal is far superior given they both came in together and were supposed to have each other’s backs. the fight would happen, and because shannon is not with him, it would also be understandable for her to not get the guy involved.

this second part you didn’t ask for, but like, my brain is gonna be scratching if i don’t match them like this:

‘new villa’

‘og boys and girls’

noah + hope become: rahim + lottie (staying together until the end, and it would make sense for lottie to be paranoid about priya and mc)

rahim + marisol become: noah + hope (would split right after hope realized he’s not her type)

gary + hannah become: lucas + hannah (hannah still gets dumped, but lucas is entirely for grabs after day 10)

rocco as rocco // rocco + mc (that could be the obligatory choice until he gets kicked for getting with someone else, and that would interchangeable among the girls depending on who you flirt with)

kassam as bobby kassam + marisol (it looks and feels cursed, but they would’ve mixed and matched once marisol noticed he’s not her type)

‘bombshells’

carl + gary

‘casa amor’

henrik coming in instead of carl, the other boys as themselves.

elisa being brought by rahim, and blake being brought by either carl or gary. much easier to manipulate, let’s face it.

shannon and jo come together and fight over one of the guys (probably)

‘disaster recoupling’

- jakub would choose lottie

- rahim would choose priya or mc (depending on your participation on operation rattie... or lohim)

- bombshell that stayed (gary or carl) chooses mc, stealing her away or staying in a couple as they were after girls’ choice

- noah chooses hope (and the surprise would be just as big, given hope doesn’t think anything of him because he’s too shy)

- lucas chooses chelsea

- kassam goes for marisol

‘stick or switch’

- jakub stays loyal (despite of bedding someone)(lottie going insane over the fact that he did that, regardless of how she feels disgusted by him)

- rahim stays loyal to priya, or brings blake back, if he’s with mc

- bombshell (gary or carl) brings blake back or stays loyal (depending on operation lohim)

- noah brings elisa (even though he’s not a hundred percent sure, and you can choose him the next recoupling)

- lucas stays loyal to chelsea, regardless

- kassam stays single

- marisol still switches to graham (even on her route)

- chelsea brings elijah back if you stayed single, or stays loyal to lucas if you switch

my brain is tired, i’m going night-night after this one.

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Love Isn’t An Illusion (3)

Pairing: Todoroki x Bakugou, Todoroki x Reader x Bakugou, VERY SLOW BUILD

Summary: Picking your hero agency, training and going on patrol. Hospitals times and talking to the one and only Hero Killer Stain.

Words: +-6600

Warnings: Being a sidekick, bad parenting, parents yelling, parent tried to hit you, agencies trying to take you, training, hero costumes, going on patrol, fighting Nomus, Hero Killer Stain, saving Hero Killer Stains life, going to a hospital, video of you helping, talking to Stain.

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A/N: I wrote this for the fans. I do not own My Hero academia or the characters, I don’t own most of the plot for this story, I had watched the show and re-written the dialogue and plot as if the reader was the main character. Everything is centred around the reader. Please comment, makes me happy. Ask if you wish to be tagged. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAKUGOU

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Chapter 3

The ride home was short and quick when inside the house, no one was home. Perfect for what had to be done. Making my way to my room I placed my bags down and looked through the paper, twenty-three numbers could fit my needs.

Rubbing my eyes in exhaustion “Sorry I will not be used as a tool, thank you” I quickly hung up and sighed. I was glad I had placed my phone on private. The extent some of these people will go to get me to be an intern. I threw my phone onto my desk, my head falling back. My spirit had been lowered but with a slap to my cheeks and a smile. I looked at the rest of the names, a few I knew I wouldn't fit not liking what they focused on.

Then I saw Snipe. The teacher who was in the lounge with Aizawa. He had been highlighted, I sighed but called nonetheless. “Hello, this is Snipe Agency” I let out a silent breath.

“I think you’re expecting my call” I smiled, I wanted to make the conversation light-hearted. I could hear noise around him, then a shuffle, a bell and finally nothing. He must have been out “Look I'll get to the point. I’ve turned down over 4000 people and yelled at fifteen Pro heroes in the past hour for trying to bribe me. You heard my terms in the room. Make your choice, I have a lot more people to call” I know I was being rude but this was my future. This was who I wanted to be. I wasn’t going to be taken lightly.

“Y/N I would be honoured to have you as my sidekick for a week. I am situated in the city, I will take you from school to my agency and get you started immediately” his offer was all I had been waiting for. I kinda wished he had just asked me in the room I was glad I made those phone calls, now every hero knows what I'm like. “If you would like to be my sidekick” he finished and I noticed his voice wasn’t the strange one it usually was.

“I’ll turn in my paperwork tomorrow. I won’t let you down Snipe” I promised, a few more words and the conversation was over. I saved his number. Taking my phone off private I smiled and then threw my arms into the air. “I’m training with a real Pro and they called me their sidekick” I screamed and jumped up feeling more energised than ever.

Over the coming days, I handed in my paperwork and smiled at Snipe whenever I saw him at the campus. I was beyond excited, Monday couldn’t come fast enough. All I wanted to do was to be worth something to society. I knew this was meant to be a time where I trained and things but I could train while on the job. I had my costume change slightly to be a bit more suitable and then at the weekend. The weekend was long and a lot of fights broke out.

“What do you mean you aren’t coming to this interview” my mother shrieked hair and makeup flawless, clothing expensive and ironed. Even if I did go, it wasn’t about her anyway. I doubted she even be let into the interview. She had been yelling at me for over half an hour now.

“I already said, I can’t it's against school rules. It’s not my fault you don’t listen to me” I answered as my father looked just as mad at me. I was trying to get ready for Monday, I was excited. They were ruining my mood, I wasn't impressed.

“How dare you take that tone with me” she yelled stepping forward and my eyes narrowed in anger and hate. I wasn’t going to allow her to yell at me for doing something I didn’t want to do. She did not own me. “Answer me this second” she yelled and her hand came out, it stopped in mid-air. She looked scared as my eyes moved to her own.

“Don’t touch me” I threw her hand at her she rubbed her wrist though I knew I hadn’t hurt her or I should say the illusion didn’t. Her hair was moving now, strands wild. I hated her quirk, it brought a lot of unwanted memories. “Go use your quirk, wouldn’t be the first time” I grit my teeth and then I smiled “I don’t want to talk to you anymore” with that I disappeared and began to walk up the stairs.

“Y/N get back here this second” I heard a yell and then slammed my bedroom door making sure to turn the lock. She was always self-centred. We didn’t talk for the rest of the weekend and when I said I'd be gone for a week she waved me off. Good, I didn’t want to see you either.

“Everyone has their costumes right,” Aizawa asked as we all stood in front of him. My backpack laid heavy on my back but I smiled nonetheless. I was so excited. This is the first day of a new me. “Remember you don’t have permission to wear them out in public yet. Don’t lose them or anything” I was so excited. I gripped my case tighter and nodded frantically. With a happy yell from Ashido, Aizawa sighed “Speak properly, it’s yes Sir. Ashido” she followed his instructions and I watched and Snipe walked out from a room. My heart raced. I was so close to being in the field. “Make sure you mind your manners to other heroes during your internship, now get to it” a chorus of yes’ and I walked walking ahead.

“Y/N” I turned seeing the class “Who did you pick,” Kaminari asked. Everyone was listening in and I smiled widely. “You had so many, so I'm quite interested” a few nodded and I squared my shoulders and puffed my chest.

“Snipe” I smiled and I saw a few jaws drop as he came up next to me and nodded a humming sound being heard. I could see impressed and amazed faces.

“Wow getting an internship with Snipe. You’re so lucky” Ashido jumped around smiling. She always had so much energy, I wondered where she got it from. I had apologised to her over the last few days and she said it was fine just a shock was all which I was grateful for.

“In Y/N’s case is not an internship” everyone went silent and I could even see Aizawa lean towards the conversation “She made it clear she didn’t want to sit on the sidelines for the next week and possibly more. She’s my sidekick” that’s when I heard the screaming.

“Omg that's so cool”

“Only she could do that”

“I’m so jealous”

“And with Snipe, that’s amazing”

“And friend” he added with what I heard to be a smile. I nodded and held my case tighter. “We will be off. Come on” as he turned I waved to my class and I was off. Getting into his car I placed my things in the back and sighed out.

The car ride would be a least a few hours but Snipe didn’t like to travel by train which I had to agree with. I hated public transport. “Snipe,” I asked out of the blue, he hummed. “Thank you for allowing me this chance to prove myself”

“No worries kid, I should be thanking you. For the next week, I have some help” he laughed and I did too “You did amazing in the festival and what you said to Aizawa” he nodded to himself “You’ve got guts. I’ve had a few calls of agencies begging me to stop by with you so they can try and get you on their team” people wanted me that bad, happiness blossomed in my heart for that little second. “For the next week I will call you Illusionist in front of people and in the field and we will be training and patrolling the city, together” I was going to go on patrol, this was a dream come true.

“I have to tell you something about my quirk” his head turned me for a moment and he nodded “And no one can know, not even Aizawa, not All Might not even Principal Nezu” at the red light he looked over and he took his mask off looking at me. He was quite handsome, different than what I expected but he put the mask down.

“I am your partner, if it need be I will take the information to my grave” his cowboyish nature shone through without the mask, accent thick and his eyes showed honesty. “That is a promise” he nodded.

“My quirk allows illusions but it also allows illusions of the mind, I can make something appear in someone’s head if I try hard enough but with my physical attacks there is a catch” we were driving again the light has changed. I had to tell him, we had to have ultimate trust in each other.

“Go on” he whispered and turned on his indicator changing lanes before sparing a look at my face. He was interested, good. I wanted this to be an open friendship. I was placing my life in his hands, I was still in school. Even though I knew I had a lot of training to do he had to look out for me.

“I need a name. Physical attacks only work on people if I know a name. It can be first name, last name, nickname whatever I need to be able to put a name to a face otherwise the illusions will phase through them” My big secret he seemed very impressed as he turned eyes wide and mouth open. “I have an amazing memory, it takes me a moment but I can remember names quite easily. There are only two other people who know about that part of my quirks limitations. Todoroki and Bakugou in my class. I would like to keep it that way” I said seriously and it felt like the car was getting very intense.

“Your secret is safe with me. I will get you files of everyone in my agency, and villains in the area” I nodded and we continued to talk about work. I felt like a real hero and during the ride he thanked me for telling him such vital information.

When the car ride was over I grabbed my things and I was shown through his building, I was given a badge. I was allowed anywhere I wished, I was his sidekick was the answer when someone asked. I felt special and important. I took everything from my bag I could need and then moved on with him to a training room. From there we practised and I showed him how my quirk looked, felt and came across. He was impressed. I had gotten into a more comfortable outfit and we were sparing. Quick and easy, he was using rubber bullets the worst they would leave was a small bruise.

I created multiple of me and then walked along the side of the room “My quirk can become sound cancelling if I wish” I called out the voice coming from every direction “It’s difficult to know where to shoot or attack when you have no idea where they are” the copies fell into mist as he shot them. Until I came up behind him, grabbing his wrist and throwing away the gun. I flipped him onto the floor and the illusion died. “I win” I smiled.

Helping him up, I breathed out “You will make an amazing hero” he began and I smiled wide. Praise, praise from a real, well-known Pro hero. This was a dream come true. It was too much for my heart to take. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had your own agency” he added. I had gotten used to the accent and didn’t mind it too much.

A knock came to the door and a woman walked in “I apologise Sir. Other agencies are here for the girl” she looked at me apologetically. Snipe sighed and I shook my head to him.

“I can deal with this” the confidence from being myself coming back. When I was picking my hero name I was in a state of panic, I didn’t want people looking at me but pride and adrenaline running through my system I stomped from the room following the woman through the maze of hallways. I came to the front of the building, not only seeing Pros but paparazzi trying to take photos. As I walked over sweat clinging to my skin and a blank face.

People began to talk and I could see people trying to interview me through the window trying to get it to the building, they were being held back. I put my hand up and everyone went quiet “As flattering as it is you all came here. I am on duty and don’t appreciate my time being wasted with this when I could be training. Not to mention you are disrupting everyone in this building and my partner and I” I called out as everyone seemed to stand in silence. I felt Snipe come up next to me, more photos, videoing and offers. “I have picked my place, if you wish for an interview, please call my school” with that I smiled and then turned to walk away with Snipe as people were pushed out the doors. “A fallback of being a hero” scratching my neck I sighed.

“You still handled it well. Back to training now” walking back to the room. I quickly got a drink and then nodded at Snipe. We spared for a while more, I hadn’t been shot once and I had won more than my fair share. I allowed Snipe to bring in someone as I had a conversation with them but in reality, I stood with Snipe.

“My quirk requires a lot of thinking. If I make one wrong move the illusion will fail and I will be found out. So while I talk to you another part of my brain is having a conversation with that guy” I smiled and Snipes’ eyes quickly darted over to seeing my illusion talking and seeming to have a really important conversation. “My quirk is all logic and stamina even though it may not look like it” with that the illusion fell in mist and the guy looked over as I waved.

“Your quirk is utterly amazing and the thinking behind it. I can see why you’re coming first in class” Pride, so much pride ran through my body. I was so happy, someone who was treating me like a real partner. This is all I could have asked for.

Dinner and then more training. He was on patrol within the next few days and I was beyond excited. Moving across the road to the hotel, we got our keys and made our way up. Going into our separate rooms, I saw my bags and walked over. Opening my costume box I looked at my new outfit and silently screamed. How exciting, I had to put it away otherwise my body would wish to wear the fabric. I couldn’t, not yet. Maybe tomorrow or the day after. Another day, soon. Smiling I closed the box and grabbed my sleeping wear then moved to the bathroom. I wanted to shower, I had been training since the morning and I wanted to not smell. The shower was nice, hot and had good pressure. When I was done, I placed my phone on charge, it was well into the night by this time. Nothing posted in the class chat not that I minded. The bed was overly comfortable and the blankets were soft and I could sleep in here forever. Late into the night and I was staring at the ceiling having clicked the button to turn the lights off, I had to get up early tomorrow.

Another day of training, working on precision. Snipes’ quirk was entirely on precision. I worked on attacking and speed. Sure my illusions were fast but my real body still mattered. I had a lot to work on. Pushing my body to the absolute limit during our training. I was getting faster, the illusions helping to shield and work. I could create physical walls around me as they were being used for me. A loophole of my quirk if I didn’t know the name of the person.

“We’re going out tonight” Snipe breathed when we stopped to get a drink. I was breathing heavily, chest moving in rhythm and my hands resting perched on my knees. I was still trying to get all the oxygen back into my lungs. He was fast, far too fast for me right now. “We’re going on patrol” my head whipped up and he nodded. “Go shower, eat something and meet back at the building in an hour. Costume on” I was gone within seconds.

Just as I had been told I showered then shovelled food into my mouth quickly. An hour, only an hour then I was on the streets. While eating I was looking through the files of villains, creating a picture. If I needed it, I could bring up the illusion of the files and know their names. Anyone in the spotlight loved their names being featured. Easier for me at least. The main villain right now was called ‘Hero Killer Stain’ that was a scary name. Seeming to be a mass killer all over Japan. How disgusting.

Once I had finished eating I opened my costume box and smiled holding it up. I saw a note under the main fabric and picked it up “Dear Illusionist” that was me, they used my hero name. “We made all the adjustments you require but we changed the fabric to fit your needs. If you ever need anything make sure to drop by” I whispered and smiled.

I was wearing a one-piece suit. The only part it didn’t cover was my face had come up my neck. It was skin-tight, just what I needed. The feet non-tearable, so I could run and not worry. I asked them to make it that wherever I needed to go the fabric would get thicker or thinner. Micro holes to allow illusions on my body if I needed them. The fabric was strong and I looked down smiling. Leaning forward to pick up my mask, I placed it against my face, sticking comfortably. The mask looked to be made of mist, if you looked close enough it seemed to move. Smoke rising into the air at the corners. I got the inspiration from Endeavor and Bakugous’ masks. I moved to the mirror and smiled in happiness. It was a black costume, with a very slight holographic look, deception. Giving off the illusion of different colours. This was all I need. The costume zipped up as the back but on the side of the thigh, my phone could sit. Slipping it in was easy and it looked like the pocket simply disappeared. The holes in the suit would lock up of coming into contact with water, nothing would be damaged, a temperature suit to not allow my body to get overheated or freeze. I couldn’t ask for a better suit.

Making my way down through the hotel, I was getting some looks but everyone seemed impressed. I crossed the street and Snipe was talking to someone. Noticing me their eyes opened and Snipe turned the conversation ends.

“I’m ready” I nodded and stood tall, my hands resting on my hips. He looked the costume up and down as did his associate and he nodded. I was going to be a real hero. I was going to show the world just what the name Illusionist meant.

“That costume looks good, very fitting for your quirk” I thanked him and then we were off. Walking down the street and watching people. “The crime and villain rate has been low but because of the Hero Killer Stain. We make sure to have someone patrolling at all times” he explained and I took in every single word.

A few waves from fans and a couple of sneaky photos from them I was smiling ear to ear. I felt like a Pro, this is what I had waited all my life to do. This was my calling, this was me. I walked beside Snipe making our way through the city. It was peaceful, the sun was setting and people were out with friends or family. Couples holding hands, would I be able to date? I put all my effort into becoming a hero I hadn’t thought about having a personal life. My home life wasn’t the best and I put all my effort into becoming a hero.

Then screaming was heard, loud deafening. I came back to reality as a building was on fire. I was running with Snipe immediately. “Get people to safety” Pros were yelling and within seconds. I could see fire and that big thing, the Nomus’. There were two, why was there two. They were different from the one at USJ one I had seen being put into a van. I had been teleported into a room that day, I felt useless but I had captured so many villains that day.

“Illusionist” I heard the yell of Snipe. “I need you to use your quirk. I want to see it all, I’ll be moving people. Be a hero” he yelled and I nodded sprinting towards the fire. They were names Nomu, I could use physical attacks. A-Pro was about to be stomped on, with a pull from my hand they were pulled out of the way as I jumped up spinning and kicking the creature in the jaw. I landed and flipped backward to dodge from a hit.

I was letting out so many eyes, thinking of everyone in danger, I was putting up blocks and dodging. Pulling Pros out of the way and trying to hold down the Nomu’s. That had insane power from what I had heard, I was flipping and running trying to keep it under control. I didn’t have time to think. One was flying, holding someone. I couldn’t grab the person but I could get the Nomu. Throwing my arms forward I grabbed the Nomu with chains then wrapped it around my arms and dug my feet into the ground.

I was holding the creature, for now. Placing up a wall to stop from the other one hitting my body. They were so strong, there were three of them. Where did they come from? Where is the league of villains, would they come now. I put a wall around the other two. It was a lot of power but not so much I wouldn’t be able to do this. Wrapping the chain around my arm again I pulled the Nomu down as the creature crashed into the ground.

I had all three under my control, for now. Three of them. I had all three of them “Get people to safety” I yelled and turned to place all of the Nomus’ in thick walls, they wouldn’t break. When they tried to argue I turned and yelled “I said to get people to safety. I have them, there’s no point if the people aren't safe. Do your job” I yelled and they were off.

I moved to the ground placing my hands down and feeling the Nomu’s they weren’t happy. Banging and desperately trying to get out. I sighed out and then stood to put my hands into fists and the walls grew stronger. I moved the three of them into my field of vision. The person who was held by the flying one had gotten to safety. Having been dropped, prying his body from the beast before I flung him into the ground. They were all being held, I could do this. I had to hold them until more Pros’ arrived. But from what I had heard even All Might had problems fighting one of them.

Each hit almost brought me to my knees. A lot was going on, they were so strong. I looked around, there wasn’t anyone near me and the civilians had been moved to safety. There were Pros’ near.

“I can’t hold them for much longer” I yelled and turned around seeing maybe seven Pros. They got into position, knees bent and they nodded. I turned back and then within a second I let the walls drop but they couldn’t see. They were confused and groaning. “I’ve placed them into an illusion they can’t hear or see” with that information Pro’s ran in, desperately trying to lay hits. I kept them in the illusion until a hit came to my shoulder, the flying one was now off into the sky. It was minuscule but I held the other two. Looking down my outfit has repaired, just as I asked. Snipe was somewhere but he trusted me. “I can keep them in the illusion. I’ll go after the other” I yelled and then I was sprinting off. Throwing a chain at the creature I was now being dragged through the sky.

I was keeping the others in the illusion, I had never tested distance but from what I knew, as long as I thought of them I could do this. I began to climb the chain sending another one down into the ground to hold the creature. I held the creature though it never tried to attack. I was then bringing myself down to the ground. Throwing the beast into another illusion as to not cause mass amounts of damage. Once I landed falling into my illusion I came face to face with the creature.

The creature was angry and immediately tried to kill me. I let the other two go, this was more important. Sorry to the other Pros. I was staring right at it, I didn’t have time for this. Sending out many of myself I began to attack the beast. Hits coming forth in a flurry of speed and precision. I was going to take this thing on. It was still up and moving, I had to go more. I sent more, ropes holding him to the floor and then holding him down. I sighed out. I wasn’t focusing on the Pro’s watching me stand there my hands moving to tighten the ropes. I had to take care of this one. There was barely anyone in this street. His wing flew out and cut along my cheek. I let him go and he was off again.

“Get back here” I yelled and then I was sprinting again. Sending power into my legs and latching onto his leg once more. I was then flying through the air, high and swinging around. I held tighter even though I knew I couldn’t fall, the chain was connected. But then we were descending and quickly. I let go looking down I saw the creature grab Midoriya. Once it was flying again I grabbed hold sending my feet into the ground as I landed. “Hold on” I yelled and tried to pull the thing towards me. Wind and dirt flying around only then it slowly started to fall. Midoriya, forcing the creature to pry its claws from Midoriya I had to be faster, running. Then with a wave of my hand, I caught him, gently placing him on the ground.

I felt someone behind me but before I could see it, it was the Hero Killer. I held Midoriya to me, sending him behind me. I was clutching his arm and standing in front of him. The creature had been killed, so easily. This Hero Killer. He turned to Midoriya and me.

“Endeavor” he was looking past us, eyes wild and enraged. I had never seen anything like this. Something so evil and murderous. He hadn’t even paused to kill that Nomu. Midoriya looked hurt, blood falling from him. I made two of myself holding him up. Hero Killer’s mask fell and I froze “False Hero” he yelled out. He looked so, there were no words to describe it. Utterly insane, there was nothing else “I’ll make this right” he stepped forward and I stepped back. “These streets must run red with the blood of hypocrites” his voice was raspy and deep. His eyes seemed to shine red, he loathed Endeavor from the look of it “Hero. I will reclaim that word” I stood in complete stillness, I couldn’t move, frozen. I wanted too, I could chain him down or something but my body wouldn’t move. “Come on just try and stop me you fake. There is only one man I'll let kill me” his eyes were moving to quickly I thought they would fall from his skull. His smile could put the Nomus’ to shame, wide and crazed, just like his eyes. “He is a true hero. All Might is worthy” he screamed, body tense and hands ready to fight. My heart sped up and I could feel Midoriya shaking behind me.

Just as I thought he was going to kill me or someone behind me he froze, eyes blank and smile slightly lowered but still wide enough to be a sense of discomfort. Then he fell, I rushed forward a scream behind me to not move. I ripped his shirt placing my ear to his chest and waited, waiting for a beat, something, anything. He may be a villain, a killer but he was still a person. He had punctured a lung, a physical illusion in his lung to stop the bleeding.

I was told without me, he would have died. That was a lot for my mind to handle. He had woken up before the Paramedics and thanked me, Hero Killer Stain thanked me. He said I was a true hero, worthy. I was thanked by the paramedics and then moved on. I was checked out but I didn’t speak. I had saved so many people but I also was praised by a serial killer though I knew he wouldn’t have lived if I didn’t do anything and that I was the reason he was still breathing.

Snipe had found me not too long after and I couldn’t help but bring him into my arms, I wasn’t crying but I needed something to ground me. He hugged back and sighed, he spoke of Pros saying what I had done and that without me many would have died. I was taken to the hospital with the boys for an examination and they wanted to help with the mental side of my night.

Waking up the next morning I was in a room with the boys though I hadn’t slept, could I call it waking up? All I could think about was if I let him die, he was going to prison so he couldn’t hurt anyone and to him, I was worthy of being a Hero. It didn’t matter if he was still a person. I was across from Midoriya in the hospital. He had bandages on his arm and leg, Iida his arms and Todoroki his arm as well. They were talking about their fight with the Hero Killer and I listened in, not talking. Midoriya had profusely thanked me the previous night for helping him. I answered that’s what a hero is.

“Oh so the injured youngins are awake” Gran Torino walked in, he was quite short I had noticed but he did make a good hero when he was a Pro full time. From the smile on Midoriya’s face, they knew each other. I sat in silence. “Idiot I can yell at you for hours right now,” the man stomped over to a scared-looking green-haired boy. “Before I do, you’ve got a visitor” in walked the chief of police, tall and proud.

Both Todoroki and Iida stood, I didn’t and Midoriya scrambled to get up “No no, stay seated. Woof” he barked out head held high as I turned to listen in. “So you’re the UA students who brought down the Hero Killer, huh. Stain had some serious injuries, severe burns and several broken bones, right now he’s in the hospital under strict guard. Here’s a lesson you should have already learned when quirks became the norm, the police force tried to keep the status quo. We decided we wouldn’t use quirks as weapons that’s when heroes came in, they could do what we couldn’t with a licence of course” he continued to go on about how this and how that. I was getting angrier by the second. Sure I didn’t have a license but Aizawa and Snipe trusted me to help. “None of you have the authority to harm the villain” I was gripping my hands in silence. He spoke of everyone and their superiors being punished.

“Now wait a minute, if Iida had not stepped in Native would have been murdered and if not for Midoriya both of them would have been dead. No one else even realised the Hero Killer was in Hosu. Are you saying we should have stood by and watched people die” I had never seen Todoroki with so much passion and emotion? It was a lot to take it, I felt like I was seeing something forbidden and unseen. Like an extinct animal coming back. Something so new and strange, my heart clenched.

“So it’s ok to break the law as long as it goes your way” The chief countered as Midoriya tried to coax Todoroki to calm down. There was a light fight and I stood up head down and body slightly swaying.

“This is bullshit” I whispered out and heard the gasp of the chief. I looked up and shook my head “I was asked to help. I kept Heroes alive. I was the reason the Nomu were caught. I saved Midoriya and kept Hero Killer Stain alive and now I'm being punished. I may not have a licence but I did a lot more than some Pros last night” my hands were shaking, I was on a roll. Snipe would not be punished, he trusted me, had faith in me. I kept people alive, I saved people. I was a hero last night.

“You are different” he started and my eyes narrowed “You have already gotten the press, online articles and Pros thanking you all over the net. Videos have been posted so there isn’t much I can do. You don’t have your license but you also didn’t hurt anyone, woof” he added and sighed his shoulders falling. “We can pretend the rest of you weren’t involved, thankfully there weren’t too many witnesses, woof. This could be the last you heard of any punishments, though it would mean no one would know about you though. It’s too late for Illusionist but as for the rest of you the choice is yours, I don’t want to damage any promising young careers”

Iida apologised and got a little scolding as well as Todoroki but I didn’t apologize. I never would, but then they were thanked for their work. I was thanked for helping and I had to say I saw nothing. Endeavour got the credit and I was getting coverage but I was mad and didn’t comment. Snipe met up with us and I apologised to him but I was ignored and then thanked.

“You were a hero” he praised. All I could think about was Hero Killer Stain. I had gotten a few messages from my class about seeing me on TV. Iida might have permanent damage to his left hand and the doctors ran more psychological damage, the thing that angered me was that they did the test in front of the boys. It wasn’t my proudest moment.

I apologised to them all that I got coverage and they didn’t. I had gone online and it was viral, though Todoroki had made a joke which lightened the mood exponentially. I began to pack my things, fixing my bed and then going back to my phone. My parents hadn’t even messaged me but then again I didn’t doubt they had no idea who Illusionist was. The news expected that the League was with Hero Killer.

When a doctor walked passed I stopped him “Where is Hero Killer Stain” everyone in the hallway went silent, it was only doctors and a few guards. “I need to see him” I begged and then a few more doctors and a guard walked over. “I’m the one that kept him alive,” I told them my breathing heavy.

“Give me a moment” then the doctor ran off and I stayed in the doorway my head lowered and breathing laboured. I couldn’t even think at this point. I had to see him. I had seen that video, the video of his little show. I was standing in front of him and then when he fell the video continued as I ran forward and began to help him. It continued to get deleted then re-uploaded. I had to see him.

After a fight with a few doctors and Snipe interjecting, I was allowed. Five minutes. I needed to know what he meant, I needed to know. His words were eating me alive. I left the room with the boys and was taken to where he was staying, he had woken up and wasn’t happy.

“You will be accompanied by three guards” I was told, he wouldn’t speak if someone else was there, that much I knew. I needed to do this. Alone. I needed to know what he meant, why had he said that knowing it might have been his last words.

“No” I shook my head in front of the door. “I need to do this. He is strapped to a bed, I have a quirk that could easily immobilise him. You aren’t following” with those words I pushed the doors open and Snipe held the guards back as I walked in. “Stain” I called out and his head turned eyes wide when he saw me.

“You’re the girl who saved me” he licked his lips. His eyes didn’t hold the same vigour I saw back then, it was only two days ago but it was too much for me. “Why are you here?” his voice held something dark and twisted and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“What did you mean when you said I was worthy,” I asked, a smile coming to his features. I watched him roll his shoulders as I let out a breath, “I don’t understand” I added and walked forward. They said I wasn’t allowed within five meters. I was less than one right now.

“The fact you’ve come in here alone should be enough proof” I tilted my head in confusion and gripped my hands tighter, I was scared but I wasn’t leaving until I had a real answer. “You aren’t fake. You want to help people. You helped someone who has murdered your kind” he was speaking so softly I didn’t recognise it was the same person, my shoulders relaxed and I nodded for him to continue. “You are worthy of being a true hero” he finished. That’s what I thought he had meant but I had to make sure. I had to hear it from him, my mind wasn’t enough and now having my answer I went to turn around. “You’ll make a great hero Illusionist” he whispered but I could hear the smirk.

“I hope you get well soon” I whispered and walked from the room, people were standing there and watching as I walked passed them my shoulders back and head held high. My heart was racing, Snipe caught up to me “Let’s go train” I asked, I was met with a nod.

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Chapter 4

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ossy-p-art · 4 years

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cringe ass nae nae writing

writing some spm stuff based on an au I came up with forever ago about Luigi and Dimentio never unfusing and everything is terrible do not look me in the eyes

???

Something enters your space. A light tip-tap as it skitters across the floor is what first alerted you of its presence, but now even if it held still you’d know exactly where it was. You can smell the magic it emits, and even more damning, feel its presence within space and time. The divot it makes in the fabric of space, the border of its flesh- you could identify its location if it was pitch black and you were deaf.

Easy meal.

You lunge at it moving at not even half your top speed, and easily snap it up between your jaws without a second thought. You chew- and feel an odd nagging in the back of your skull. You slow… It feels like you should be focusing on something.

Well, the taste certainly isn’t nice. Sharp and bitter, coppery and cold. The texture is worse, the thing is cutting up your mouth quite a bit. Its making quite a racket in there, and you feel like the noise its making is….important. Its not just any random series of sounds, its… a voice? Its speaking a language… the tone is very harsh, very mean… it makes your eyebrows furrow. You know this voice… its demanding somethi

“DON’T YOU DARE SWALLOW ME YOU NITWIT!!“

LUIGI

You come to your senses and immediately hack up the creature that had been in your mouth, and it tumbles a few times before steadying itself on extended, spiderlike appendages. It seems disoriented, then furious, then disgusted.

"EeeEEW LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY DRESS YOU JERKS!”

Something seems comical about this tiny green creature disciplining you. Shes less than even a third of your size. You search your mind for a name. She’s… she’s….

“Do you even recognize me? Its me, Mimi! Hello???"

Your head lifts quickly. That’s the name! She seems pleased you’re showing recognition.

"Can I finally get a decent welcome now? I’ve been worried.”

Her face is washed over with a new expression- relief. You’re unsure why. She approaches you, boldly, and places a hand against yours.

"…You’re still alive in there, right, L?“

That name just about sent a shockwave through you. You back away quickly, only to begin stumbling over your long, flexible limbs. You don’t know if you’re fleeing from Mimi or the nonexistent embodiment of the information itself, but you crash into a heap in your distress.

"Wh- hey! I’m not even trying to scare you guys!”

Something deeply disturbs you about how she addresses you in a plural sense. You still feel like your sentience is escaping you, like you’re moments away from returning to the mental state of a wild animal.

You try hard to focus. You forgot you even had an identity. You had just been prowling around in the ruins of Castle Bleck for some time now, like a predator. Remembering your own name was a slap to the face, scaring the last animalistic tendencies right out of you. You scour your mind for context…you try to remember…

The chaos heart was inside you- more specifically in your chest. You could hazily see your brother hopping from platform to platform, trying to counter you, trying to win…but also trying not to hurt you.

He couldn’t choose both.

You remember looming over him. He went too easy on you. You had the upper hand. Your foot was raised to crush him.

And then you remember absolutely losing your mind.

The heart in your chest was subject to a sudden onslaught of emotional and magical violence that burst forth from you all at once. You remember forcing the chaos heart out of your chest and deep into the pit of your stomach, like most of your unpleasant emotions.

Down into your core, away from light, away from control, buried underneath the rest of your guilt and sadness you keep locked up inside.

And then you fainted.

Your name is Luigi.

You tentatively stand up. You can feel the chaos heart still deep inside your gut, though it feels different. Wounded almost…. changing? Its pulsing inside you, shifting. Its uncomfortable, to say the least. Bitterly cold.

You’re still in the monstrous form you were attacking your brother in. A horrifying half-you, half-jester abomination. Your neck a repulsively long stretch of black and white, with a ruff to cover the base. You pull your head closer to your body. You feel terrified of yourself. Mimi cocks her head as she approaches you.

"Hey, L, its ok.“

Her tiny hand rests on yours, and you feel a little more at ease.

"The others are alright, y’know. Nastasia is kinda rough around the edges, but things have been ok!"

She offers you a smile. You feel selfish for not worrying about the others- your main concern right now was yourself.

"Um, Mario has been just fine too. He was really upset about…all this. But hes healing really well!”

She must’ve seen you tense up in fear, because she pursed her lips and patted your hand a few more times.

“Nass says that you should have the power to change…"

You tilt your head.

"Like, y’know. Change outta this…gross ugly body.”

She gestures to you as a whole. You’re not exactly an adept magic user, and you’re scared of trying to channel the chaos heart’s magic for any reason… But apparently its not your choice, as someone else begins using it for you.

DIMENTIO

As soon as you catch wind that it is an option, you begin to shift out of this bulky, uncomfortable form. Your height shrinks, limbs grow shorter, and your neck becomes a reasonable length as you manipulate the heart resting inside you. The thing is in shambles from its harassment earlier- presumably yours.You didn’t think your manipulation was going to break the damn thing, but now for some reason its dysfunctional. You finally are able to stand on two feet without assistance of your arms like some kind of ape, and casually float a few inches off the ground. You examine your body, much to an ignored Mimi’s annoyance. You don’t really want to talk to her. Your head is killing you, and taking the time to contemplate and form dialogue would only make the pain spike. You instead examine your body as Mimi taps her foot impatiently.

Your poncho which once fit your bigger form decently now drapes over you like a dress. You have scars all over your exposed legs and arms. Gloved hands, a fancy little ruffle around your neck… with your tattered clothes and ruffled hair, you look like quite the train wreck. You absentmindedly tap your cheek before realizing in fear that it is completely exposed, along with the rest of your face.

You scan the ground in a panic before finding your prize- your mask. You slide it on, breathing a sigh of relief. It still fits perfectly. You feel a sense of comfort with it at home on your face. You cast a glance over at Mimi, who looks wholly irritated.

"Is that Dimmy now?“

You scoffed lightly, attempted to come up with a retort, but were unsuccessful in forming a single sentence. Your throat feels horribly damaged for some reason. Possibly magic burns. The pain causes you to fall to one knee, and Mimi quickly skitters over, despite her previous expression of distaste

LUIGI

Having a human-like body again fills you with so much relief it nearly blocks out the intense horror you felt when your arm moved against your own will to pick up Dimentio’s mask and place it over your face. The material was cold and uninviting, and shivers ran down your spine when it remained on your face despite there being no strap to speak of. You tried to gather your courage and stand back up, but just wobbled and collapsed on the ground. This is….ok, too, you guess. Mimi stared at you concerned.

"I’m gonna get Chunky to carry you outta here, ok? Its super cold and I dunno if its good for you in here. Its gonna be ok."

Mimi gave you a pat on your side, and as quickly as she came, the spiderling skittered off into the darkened ruins of Castle Bleck.

You remained on your side, waiting. Mostly alone. Making horrifying discoveries by accident. You had ran your tongue along your teeth only to realize they were razor sharp. You could bite your own tongue off if you wanted to. You tried to rub your eyes, only to feel that they were empty sockets, devoid of your once charming blue eyes. You have no idea how you’re still able to see, even if your vision is rather poor. You decide to stop moving completely, before you make another nightmarish discovery, like your ears being inside out or your hands being on backwards or something.

The worst part about being left alone is having to endure the activity inside your stomach with absolutely nothing to distract you. The chaos heart was like some kind of animal, chewing away at you and leaving you feel horribly drained. You hugged your stomach, as if that would help

DIMENTIO

You need…a compromise. Something else to occupy the chaos heart aside from your flesh. A power source maybe. If it had something else to gnaw on, it would likely be more easy to deal with. You moved your arms out of the vise-like grip they had over your stomach, and turned to lay flat on your back. You moved your hands under the fabric of your oversized poncho, letting them rest over your stomach. You noticed with a bit of distaste that it wasn’t as flat as before. Are chaos hearts fattening? Are they bad for you?? You ponder this for awhile as magic gently trickles through your fingers and into the flesh of your stomach. A mild pain relief spell, nothing too advanced, but enough to let you catch your breath. You breathe slowly, trying to ease away the panic that is flooding your nerves. Deep breath in, slow exhale out. You rest your eyes as you attempt to meditate, and for some reason you aren’t calmed in the slightest. This isn’t like you. Why is your heart racing like that? You don’t really know why Mimi is being so docile right now- you don’t really understand half of what she said. Why was she telling you about Mario of all people?? Do you look like you care? And another thing- clearly you must’ve lost the fight…so why are you still breathing?

And where did that green fool wander off to in all this?

#writing #spm #dimentio #luigi #spm mimi #pleas dont call me cringe #alliance au

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cannibalisticskittles · 3 years

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What do you think of Saeran's after ending? I honestly cannot believe he chose forgiveness in such a short time....

(nick don’t look at this one yet it’s spoilery)

oh that aspect was bullshit of the highest caliber. it’s softened a LITTLE BIT because of the sheer fact that 1. papa choi (and rika and v) still does face legal consequences and saeran doesn’t seem to be opposed to that at least, and 2. seven is unceasingly angry with papa choi so at least SOMEONE recognizes the severity of what happened!!! but... oh my god. this turned into a long rant and for that i’m sorry, but oh my GOD.

like, okay, if it was just rika and v, that would be one thing. tbh i’d always thought that, once he was out of mint eye and in a space where he could process everything and recognize how wrong the things rika did were... after working through that, eventually he would have decent odds of sympathizing with her, if only a little. like, not to the point where he’s cool with her, he’s never going to get to a place where he plays happy family with rika and v, or even allows them in his life as occasional ‘friends’ or whatever, no way. they’ve gotta vamoose (to a cell) for the sake of his mental health, i think anything else would just do more damage.

but given the history he has with rika, how much he believed in her cause and how much he just plain cares about Helping People Who Are Hurt... whether it’s merited or not, i can see him forgiving rika eventually, at least to an extent. so i think i’m okay with the broad strokes of saeran’s forgiveness towards rika and v, at least.

(in v’s case, i can’t believe my headcanon that i’ve had for years was validated — the idea that if saeran forgives v, it’s with a mindset of ‘wow you’re pretty pathetic, huh. just... totally spineless. you’re not a mastermind after all, you’re just... kind of an obsessive loser with a martyr complex who consistently picks the most harmful choices. i guess this is the best i could expect from you, so..... i’m choosing to focus on moving forwards from this, too.’ i’ve never thought that saeran would sympathize with v, regardless of whether forgiveness entered the equation, and it is SO funny to see that reflected in the after end. he really does just look at v as a sad, strange little man.)

and i understand that there are times when forgiveness can be much more about the person doing the forgiving than the person being forgiven, and saeran has spent years and years and years being blisteringly angry because the feud rika manufactured with seven benefited her and mint eye. i can see how he might be just........... tired of spending so much of his life and his energy on anger. his dad’s a terrible person, no one’s questioning that, so maybe at the end of everything, he just wants to move on and not be exhausted from always being scared and angry.

.....BUT.

HIS DAD BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIM. NEARLY TO DEATH. MOMENTS BEFORE THE FORGIVENESS HAPPENS WE WERE GETTING SCREENS WITH SOUND EFFECTS OF THE IMPACT(S) HAPPENING. WHAT THE /FUCK/.

like, the concept of letting go of your anger and choosing to forgive, conceptually, is one thing. it’s quite another to sit through that long sequence of SAERAN BEING BEATEN TO DEATH AND NEARLY SLIPPING AWAY and then also having so sit through and SUPPORT (in the dialogue choices) not only forgiving but sympathizing with THE MAN WHO TRIED TO CAUSE HIS DEATH AND IS STANDING THERE WATCHING HIM DIE

at the very least i wish mc’s responses to papa choi had been... colder. she gets one or two lines to emphasize that she thinks he’s scum, but there’s too much “i feel sorry for you.... how empty your life must have been to reach this point.... if only you’d made better choices...... if only you could find love in your heart now.......” no???????? i wish it was at least skewed more towards “listen, you’re a murderous brute and you deserve everything that’s coming to you but i’ll leave it at that since my boyfriend is trying to not let his trauma consume him and i’m trying to not let the injuries you inflicted on him be fatal. you should be groveling at his feet for this saintlike display tho, you miserable sack of shit.”

god i’m so. mad about it. i was even pleased with how cheritz had tackled something similar earlier! the conversation you have with rika and v where the mc learns that rika killed the twins’ mom in self-defense, and rika talks about how even though her own mother never showed a scrap of love for her and was a terrible person by all accounts, the idea of someone doing to her mother what SHE did to the twins’ mom makes her skin crawl, and she knows that despite everything, she’d view her mother’s killer as a monster. so even though the twins’ mom was an abusive shitheel, rika is convinced that saeran knowing she killed his mom is going to drive an immovable wedge between her and him, bc she assumes saeran‘s feelings towards his mother mirrors rika’s feelings. and man, i thought maybe cheritz was finally doing better at portraying this sort of thing because hey, people often DO hold very complicated feelings towards their abusers! rika knows her mom was awful but part of her still craves that love she never got, and if her mom died or was killed, she would still grieve! that’s a decent portrayal of a really complicated and nuanced idea AND it’s another important step for rika to take if she’s serious about taking responsibility!

annnnnd then everything else happened.

like...... i look at it and i can almost understand it. saeran has spent his life in pain and misery and fear and anger, being beaten by his mother, hiding from his father who he knows will kill him if he’s found... and when he sees his father, i think this might be him letting go of the last of his sense of responsibility for this? it’s never been his fault that his parents are shit people. he was made to believe that it was his fault, but it’s not. and now, he can look at his father and realize all his father’s flaws and faults, realize that if, after everything he himself has been through, he can still crawl through the bullshit and make the choice to learn and grow and love, then the fact that his father has not done that is his father’s own choice, and that’s....... pretty sad and empty. and he pities his dad for it. i break it down like this and i start to nod along with it. the pieces SEEM to fit together!

but OH MY GOD HE’S BEEN TRYING TO KILL YOU FOR YEARS AND HE’S ABOUT TO SUCCEED AT KILLING YOU NOW, UNCONDITIONAL FORGIVENESS MIGHT SOUND GOOD IN THEORY BUT IN PRACTICE IN THIS MOMENT IT IS AWFUL

it’s just... bad. and if they hadn’t made mc ALSO embody this saintly, selfless forgiveness, maybe it would’ve been less hard to swallow, but papa choi’s line about how both mc and saeran sincerely believe he can change.......... even tho he follows that up with ‘i mean, i can’t change, that’s utter nonsense, but it makes me sort of wish i could,’ that doesn’t feel like enough acknowledgment bc i just wanted to yell that i DON’T think he’s capable of change and i DON’T think he’s worthy of ANY measure of goodwill and i AM going to punch him in the trachea

#anon #asks

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nathalie-sancoeur-assistant · 4 years

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Miracle Queen

At long last, my late Miracle Queen analysis is here....I apologize for the wait, this would have been out yesterday but unfortunately I realized I had places to be.

As usual, spoilers are below

Marinette and Luka

DId anyone else take Marinette asking Luka about that “perfect tune” as a different take on asking someone out? Because she asked about it, but then Luka didn’t play it because she was still thinking about Adrien. Then at the end of the episode, he ass “Are you sure you want to hear it” after she was done thinking about what Master Fu said about life not always giving you what you want or expect but it not necessarily being a bad thing.

Low-key I interpreted the end of Miracle Queen being the start of a Lukanette relationship.

And he pulled a Chat Noir here.

“No!” for once when Adrien doesn’t want someone’s advances they actually stop. Kagami respect.

“I mean, yes!” This boy is so confused... I mean, clearly he likes Kagami. He could probably see himself being in a sucessful relationship with her but he’s so confused by his feelings for Ladybug, these surfacing feelings for Kagami and his repressed feelings for Marinette...poor kid.

“Your indecision is hurtful, Adrien” I like that she’s not pushing him, but letting him know that he needs to gather himself soon.

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“For a moment there, I thought you only had to wear glasses to get a miraculous”

Hawkmoth and Mayura: Well....

“Dont know this one, he’s cute, but he gets his clothes from a dumpstser” Luka X Chloe has been canonically shot down.

Okay so...now Hawkmoth knows the identies of ALL the miraculous wearers outside of Ladybug and Chat Noir...what now? I mean, these all have to be people Ladybug knows and trusts right?- Hawkmoth now knows all their identities, so, he can find out what they have in common.

They all go to the same school. If he found that out, he could narrow it down to have Ladybug be going to their school as well.

Then, he could find out WHO they all have in common. Most of them are class mates, so it’s likely someone in THEIR class, but what about Kagami and Luka? The classmates all have relationships with their fellow classmates in common, but Kagami and Luka? Who do they have in common with the class?

Marinette and Adrien. If it weren’t for Kagami, Juleka. So this is actually kinda dangerous for Marinette if Gabriel and Nathalie followed that line of thinking.

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Oh my sweet stars...

She’s going down

He’s yelling timber

No but like she was legit just falling down and he just

I don’t know I just get the feeling this scared him.She completely rag-dolled like on some of those video games, and his instinct wasn’t to just catch her either, no, it was to just completely wrap her up in his arms like a burrito.

Then he’s asking her forgiveness, like...he knows he’s in the wrong letting her use it even if she is willing to help him or not. But he can’t do it without her.

“Don’t blame yourself. From the very first day, I knew that I’d do anything for you.”

So basically what happened was, she was quite fond of Gabriel and loved his family before all of this. But as soon as he told her he was going supervillain, she got smacked in the face with something more because she got to see how much he was willing to do to keep his family intact.

And he pulls her closer

And then just absolutely melts into her hand

And I am here for it.

I love them and they love each other.

She’s so pretty. Now, that aside- she brought back Hawkmoth’s sentimonster. Is it a new one or the same one? It certainly looks the same...but what emotion has it been created from, exactly? Does that matter when reviving a sentimonster, assuming it’s supposed to be the same one? Or is it completely different aside from appearance? Her eyes are pretty in these shots.

I am in no way attracted to Gabriel but when we get shots like this I can kinda understand why Nathalie would be.

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This positive reinforcement...absolutely wonderful. She already had a breakdown and was on the verge of another. Chat kept that from happening and did his job as her kitty to keep her grounded and focused. They’re starting to see each other in different lights, her opening up to him so much emotionally like that proves that no matter what they’ll always have an unbreakable bond. They’re literally each other’s pillar of support.

“Littlebug” I love it. Imagine if that’s what he calls his future daughter assuming they get together in the future? Adorable.

“No, its to dangerous! To many powers at the same time”- Master Fu has obviously been teaching Chat Noir too. He’s been getting all the info Ladybug has it seems, just from that line. I like that detail.

Sometimes I like to imagine Gabriel or Nathalie in place of Hawkmoth and Mayura and this started cracking me up because it reminded me of Simon Says. Flutter flutter. Flap flap.

Who knew snakes liked cheese?

Cutie. And I like how the second time Adrien got the snake miraculous, he was actually able to wield it as necessary because he wasn’t trying to impress Ladybug,

Okay so, I like how in this shot they didn’t have him breathing or talking and all the noise seemed to kinda stop. It’s realistic and I like that attention to detail.

Gabriel, honey...ily but you’re dumb. Ladybug is right there, her purifying that akuma before it even reaches it’s target was predictable.

Also when Chloe opened up there, and Ladybug’s face as she realized exactly what all of this was about- I think it hurt both of them. But Ladybug’s already explained herself. Chloe should have known that if she wanted her miraculous back from Ladybug it wasn’t going to be easy. She already told her so...yeah I understand though. She’s just hurt and let it get the best of her. Girl needs to get her emotions in check.

Sometimes you an really Tell Gabriel lives in the present without thinking much about the consequences of certain things. He looks so freaking happy about Chloe being so adamantly against Ladybug now and wearing all the miraculous, but how is she going to know what to say to transform before Ladybug gets the miraculous away from her? I understand the excitement of a new ally but “I don’t even need to do anything” Idk if you really want her to be able to use all the miraculous and potentially lose her mind as implied from Kwami Buster you might want to distract Ladybug and Chat so she can figure out the right transformation words.

“Checkmate, Ladybug!” I have little to say except I love it when villains say “checkmate” during battle. 10/10 dialogue.

He evil laughs so much in this sequence. I wonder if he’s practiced it? Has Nathalie ever walked in on him practicing his evil laugh in the mirror? and this...

Don’t say checkmate until the opponent has no more pawns to move, And the reactiosn the kwamis have? How many masters have they grown to love and admire that they lost just like that? Also I recall someone saying that this thing has a plot hole in it, but I think that Master Fu really was the true guardian of this particular box just from the backstory he has, he was given the miraculous box and grimoir by another master to protect. So he was in a way established as guardian of that box and so I see no reason why he shouldn’t be able to hand ownership over to anyone of his choice.

“Hawkmoth! Tell them to give me my box back!” Did anyone else find that hilarious? Like a spoiled child running to a father who has the backbone of a chocolate eclair.

Except in this case he has the backbone of like...a steel rod.

And then he just goes to scoop up Mayura.

“How disappointing...”

I like Mayura’s face here too. “Oh, he’s picking me up? Alright, okay I guess so, that’s fine.”

I literally slow down the playback scenes to watch these scenes go slower. It looks like their heads are touching.

That’s a whole mood. Me too.

“Im going to New York with Mommy!” Chloe you’re a comedian.

Wow, she really looks like she’s hurting.

“Oh my Nathalie...”

There’s not even a comma, he called her his.

“There are no words to express how sorry I am”

“No, not for nothing” she still remains the optimistic one. She’s comforting him when she’s the one in need. He obviously thinks she should be upset with him but she just continues telling him its okay. All she cares about is making sure he’s happy and doesn’t want him to blame himself for her choices. Gabriel get this woman a ring.

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“Goodbye....Master”

I feel so bad for these kwamis. How long does it take before they break after watching everyone they love eventually just die? Have any of them ever emotionally distanced themselves from mortals to avoid the heartbreak when they inevitably lose them? And without Wayzz how long does Master Fu have left being almost 200 years old?

Chloe is really putting on her clown wig in this episode. Mommy is staying in Paris so she can’t go to New York now. Karma, am I right?

“Even if like doesn’t give us the gifts we were hoping for, the true gift is life itself”....And that’s why I think Lukanette is basically canon by the end of the episode. Master Fu’s words play out in her head as she sits next to Luka and she’s not stuttering around Adrien. Her ice cream changes, and I just can’t help but feel like the whole melody thing was symbolic of her accepting Luka’s love and deciding to move on.

They can finally be together...

“Thank you young lady, I will never forget you” if only he knew...

And the way it ended, the endcard...it was all just very sweet and fitting. I do hope Marinette and Adrien will be together by the time Miraculous ends (it’s obviously endgame) but them developing a strong, loving friendship that isn’t plagued with stuttering and stalking is going to be crucial for them to really have a chance at making it. Adrien and Kagami and Luka and Marinette do make sense as couples as we get to know Kagami and Luka more. Still though, I do hope that Adrien and Marinette find each other in the end. There’s to much symbolism pointing to them being (as much as I hate the term) soul mates for them not to.

And for the record, same with Gabenath imo. Gabriel IS losing his certainties, after all...

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haledamage · 4 years

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“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” and “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.” for Kira and a Unit Bravo guy of your choice(can both be the same or different ones, up to you)

(these prompts ended up very long and also very different :) I chose Kira/Nate for the first one, it’s sappy and fluffy and kinda spicy because that’s what they’re best at)

Kira felt when someone entered the room behind her, but she didn’t look up from idly plucking the strings of her guitar. She didn’t quite know what she was playing, a piece of some song she’d heard on the radio that had lodged itself in her head a few days ago. She hummed the melody, though she didn’t remember the words.

She smiled at Nate as he sat down in one of the chairs across from her and waited for him to say something, but he just stayed quiet, watching her play. She fought down the urge to stop, to put the guitar away and hide somewhere until he forgot this ever happened. It was an old fear, deeply ingrained and hard to ignore, but… well, this was Nate. She’d seen his music room, such as it was, had watched him play the piano, the violin, the cello, the fucking harp, always looking elegant and timeless and beautiful. It wouldn’t be so bad to show him the same vulnerability.

Besides, if she didn’t want an audience she shouldn’t be playing in the warehouse living room.

He watched in silence for a long time as she abandoned the half-heard tune and headed toward more familiar ones. She sang quietly, barely louder than the gentle drone of the guitar, but she knew he could hear her just fine, vampire hypersenses being what they were. His gaze was like a physical weight, following the way her fingers curled around the neck of the guitar; the gentle spirals of the tattoo on her bicep, visible for once in the t-shirt she wore; the way her hair fell in her face as she leaned over the body of the guitar; the simple, black pick she held between her lips as she adjusted the tuning. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks at the intensity of his stare.

“Do you have any requests?” She asked, desperate to fill the silence before it got awkward.

Nate didn’t answer her question, instead moving to sit next to her on the sofa and asking a question of his own. “How long have you been playing?”

“Seven years. I picked it up while I was at university. I needed some elective credits and didn’t want to take art.” Kira’s fingers kept moving automatically along the strings, but she was no longer paying attention to what she played. Her attention was fully on the man next to her as he moved closer, close enough that his knee pressed to hers.

“You’re very talented,” he said softly. The tone he used made it sound like a much larger compliment than his words alone would indicate.

“I don’t know about that,” Kira said plainly, “but I enjoy it.”

“Can you show me?” he asked, and the music stopped mid-chord as she studied him curiously.

“You already know how to play guitar.” She didn’t know that for sure, but it felt right. There wasn’t anything Nate didn’t know how to do unless it required an internet connection.

“Not like you do.”

She wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that. There were only a few other ways to play guitar she could think of, but she didn’t have her slide bar or lap steel guitar here, just her battered old acoustic. “You want me to show you how to play something?”

“Yes.” He smiled at her, warm and sweet. “What’s your favorite song?”

“What’s your favorite book?” she countered with a grin. They’d had that conversation before. Picking a favorite song or book was like picking a favorite star; some things are better in multitudes.

“Touche.”

Even though they hadn’t picked a song, his arm still slipped around her shoulders so he could cover her hand with his on the neck of the guitar.

She had no idea what song they played. It sounded familiar, something that came to her automatically, that she didn’t need to concentrate on to remember. Her attention was captivated entirely by Nate, his chest against her back and his breath in her ear, and his hands in hers. His long, elegant fingers following her direction without hesitation, travelling through a series of chords that she would never be able to remember after they left this room.

The music died off before too long, but they didn’t move yet. She wanted to say something, anything to ease the tension in the air. Mostly, she wanted to turn around and kiss him senseless. He preferred they keep things like that private instead of making out in the middle of the living room where anyone could walk in on them. She wondered if he’d be willing to make an exception just this once.

“I like the way your hands fit in mine,” Nate said suddenly, quietly, as he laced their fingers together. His hands dwarfed hers, almost completely enveloping them, but he was right; it felt like they were made to fit together.

“That is really fucking cheesy,” Kira replied automatically. She laughed at the sour twist to his lips when she said that. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and another to the corner of his mouth to bring his smile back, feeling her face go red again. “It’s okay. I like cheesy. Apparently.”

He chuckled. “You don’t sound happy about that.”

“I’m not unhappy about that. It’s just… unexpected. You’re unexpected.” It sounded stupid to say it like that, but his smile widened as if she’d said something profound and poetic.

“So are you.” That intensity was back in his eyes, dark brown even darker with unspoken promise, and he carefully took the guitar from her arms and set it aside where it couldn’t be in the way.

(the other one is under the cut so I don’t overwhelm anyone’s dash. Vague spoilers for the end of Wayhaven Chronicles, more specific spoilers for one particular dialogue choice option from Adam’s route. Kira/Adam angst and Kira&Felix platonic cuddling ;) )

“It has to be me,” Kira said, fighting not to raise her voice and failing. “I’m immune, but you aren’t. If you come with me, you’ll get hurt. Or worse.”

Adam remained unmoved. “I cannot let you go alone. It’s too dangerous.”

“I don’t care about that! I only care about–” she stopped abruptly as she realized what she was saying. Her words brought a memory rising unbidden from the depths of her mind.

Herself, bleeding out in a dingy warehouse. Adam kneeling over her, more emotion on his face than she’d ever seen before or since, his hand on her cheek, gentle but desperate. Her voice, broken and far away: don’t worry, everything will be okay; his, full of fear and worry: I don’t care about everything! I only care about y–

She’d thought it was a dream, blood loss addling her mind, filling the gaps in her memory with silly fantasies. The dawning horror on Adam’s face told the truth of it.

Their argument evaporated, leaving them both without its safe familiarity.

Kira finished the declaration that he hadn’t been able to all those months ago. “I only care about you.”

He flinched like she’d hit him. He wouldn’t look at her, jaw clenched and shoulders tense as he fought to maintain his stoic mask. She took a step closer, and he moved a step back. “You shouldn’t,” he said.

“I don’t think that’s up to you, Adam. I’m not sure it’s up to either of us.” She put a hand on his arm; he was so tense it felt like touching stone, like the man in front of her was carved from marble. Softly, she said, “You must know. I haven’t made any effort to hide it, really. That I’m-I’m in–”

“Don’t say it,” he said desperately. “Please.”

“Adam…”

He moved all at once, pushing past her and walking toward the door as fast as he could without literally running away from her. She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood to keep from calling after him, but the words still played in her head. Why are you so scared to let me love you?

He didn’t look back as he pushed through the door and disappeared, almost knocking it off its hinges with the force of his exit. Kira collapsed onto a nearby sofa and put her head in her hands. “God damn it.”

She didn’t know how long she sat there like that, helpless and frustrated and cursing under her breath, but she eventually became aware of a presence nearby. She wasn’t surprised when she looked up to find Felix sitting silently on the sofa next to her, expression uncharacteristically serious. As soon as he saw her look his way he said, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Kira said, but with a sigh, she took the shoulder he offered, pressing her face into it while he curled an arm around her. Her voice was muffled in the scarf he wore. “Why do I keep putting myself through this?”

“People do stupid things when they’re in love.”

She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t. She wanted to say something harsh and snarky about Adam and his stubborn reticence, but she couldn’t do that either. Eventually, she said, “I just wanted to say ‘I love you’ for the first time without stuttering, but I guess that failed.”

“Did it? Looks to me like he didn’t actually let you say it.” Felix gave her arm a tug and she let him pull her down to lay on the sofa. They were both small enough that they could fit comfortably, tangled around each other like a half-human, half-vampire octopus.

“How long were you watching us?” She suspected she already knew the answer.

“Long enough,” Felix confirmed.

Kira felt like she should be annoyed at his meddling and eavesdropping, but she knew there was no malice behind it. He just wanted both her and Adam to be happy, even if he had to prod them until they gave in. “What do I do?”

“Be patient. He’ll come around.” He dug his chin into the top of her head in a decidedly brotherly manner. She poked him in the side to get him to stop. “You know he loves you too.”

She sighed. “I know. I wouldn’t keep putting myself through this shit otherwise.”

“I could lock you both in a closet or something,” he suggested cheerfully. “Somewhere he can’t run away.”

She couldn’t help but smile at that. “Tempting. He might be more willing to start a fight so we kill each other instead of admitting anything that resembles feelings, though.” She wrapped her arms around him in a grateful hug. “Thank you, Felix.”

Felix shrugged, jostling her around as he did. “What are best friends for?”

Kira laughed. “Are we best friends now? Does Mason know you’ve replaced him with me?”

That finally elicited a familiar grin from him. “Don’t worry, Kira, there’s enough of me to go around.” The smile faded again, too quickly. “Are you okay?”

“Not yet. But I will be.” She struggled her way back to a sitting position before she ended up devoured by the couch. “Do you want to watch a movie or something? I need to not think for a little while.”

#I had 'talk' by hozier stuck in my head while writing the first one #so that's probably what kira was playing at first #also me @ every kira/adam prompt: what if they were fighting! and then almost had a romantic moment!#I think that's what most of their early relationship is tbh #felix is friend shaped in every route #made of 100% best friend material and I love him #thank you for the prompts cait!#(and the other ones coming up ;D )#queen-scribbles

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Can I request HC for RFA + Minor duo (soz Vandy) with MC who loves kids and babies? Eg. MC would get slightly teary from seeing cute babies on IG or if they go w/ their S/O and saw a kid, their heart would melt straight away like "OMG they're so adorable!" (For Baehee and Zen's case, assume MC saw a co-worker/fan/customer who brought along a kid and MC gets super friendly like *cue baby language towards the kid and somehow the kid gets along with MC*)

Personally, children terrify me with the amount of responsibility they require as well as the dedication it takes to be a good parent. I respect anyone who has the gall to do it. But definitely not a good idea for me personally which is okay too! God, I hope I did you right, anon.

Yoosung Kim

° Oh my God. MC just got somehow more adorable than he thought they could? Yoosung feels some kind of way when he sees how excited or bubbly you get around children, you’re just so nice and it really makes his face turn red when he incidentally imagines what a future would be like with you where the both of you have kids together. He’s frankly, not going to admit it outright at first or anything, he’s just going to appreciate this from afar until you’re both a little older and more prepared for that kind of conversation.

° Him baby.

° He's still young. As are you! So the idea is off the table until later in life, of course, but boy whenever you get into that mood it makes him red.

° "Uh. Whatcha watching there, Y/N?" He asks as he sees you teary eyed from either laughter or joy.

° "....My friend's baby is super cute, and I can't help but watch whenever she posts something!" comes the muddled explanation from your lips. "I really like seeing babies doing cute stuff, makes me hopeful for our future."

° You're beaming and he's mortified.

° You want to... with him?

° Boy, he can hardly handle kissing you the first couple of times and you're already onto the future when you might have kids. His heart is weak but he can't deny how adorable it is to see your face light up.

° Upon seeing his red-face, you have to reassure him. "Don't worry, Yoosung. You have no idea how red you are right now! That's still a long time away!"

Hyun Ryu

° You have no idea what that is doing to the beast. Your sheer enthusiasm is really something that amuses him. The way that your eyes light up and the way your smile looks when you’re playing a game with a toddler really makes him chuckle. Unlike Yoosung, he’s going to verbalize his interest and tease you a little bit about you. Because he definitely wants kids sometime in the distant future with you when the timing is right, unlike the internal struggle that either one of the Choi brothers would be through, Zen’s connection with the idea of parenthood is different.

° He had it pretty bad, but he promises to do better, and he intends to uphold that. Zen will do better and never make his kid feel like they’re outcasts or not good enough. His fear isn’t in that he thinks he’ll become like his parents, it’s all channeled into becoming a better person. It’s a healthier manifestation of his issues but even he isn’t immune to thinking he might make a bad choice here or there.

° You met with some old friends and he saw the way you just instantly brightened with a kid in the room. It must be something about you because you can get enraptured in the smallest of thing and the simplest of things.

° Like, wow, you look super into making that kid believe his hiding spot is perfect.

° "You're pretty good with kids, Jagiya."

° "Haha. I guess so. I never really noticed. I'm just fond of them. I've always wanted to be parent."

° "...Is that so? I can help you with that."

° Uh oh, watch out MC, the beast is going to be unleashed if you aren't careful with your word choices.

Jaehee Kang

° One of your friends came over to the cafe and brought along their child, and you immediately took to the scene to say hello and amuse them for their parent long enough so that they could get a coffee and relax for five minutes. And you're surprisingly very good at handling the situation, in a way that impresses Jaehee. It's another side of you that she had not known. Your compassion has no bounds and you seem to want to help everybody.

° You radiate strong parent energy when you're like that and Jaehee has to admit that she's impressed. She had never imagined either of you as the type to have children but this cements the idea that if you did decide later on to do that or something like that, you would be a perfect fit for it. And the way that you always light up when you're amusing children just makes her feel even better about you.

° Jaehee is most put together person among everyone and she always tends to have a plan in line. Routine and day to day, she's more than ready to be able to add a child into that mix if the situation allowed. She's not always the most confident but boy will she do great as a parent because she knows how to handle messes. She doesn't exactly remember what it was like to be with her family but she knows it would be nice to build a new one with you.

° Jaehee often finds herself smiling in your direction at the counter when you coo at babies.

° You'll catch her staring and tease her for watching you like that. "Jaehee, are you jealous?"

° "Of course not," she'll say. "I just like watching you caring for children like that."

° She also would love to see you stare at her like that. Low-key.

Jumin Han

° It was one thing when he saw how gentle you were with Elizabeth the 3rd, and it is another thing entirely when he sees you with a kid.

°That really invites those domestic feelings that he's always longed for in his life. His home life wasn't always the simplest when he was a kid, and he didn't exactly get a rounded experience that every other person has been able to have. So, for him to be able to imagine being able to have that kind of life in his future really does it for him. Like, oh boy, he can work with this.

° You're always in a place that he hasn't been able to connect with the moment you're around a kid. Your face lights up and you're so bubbly and kind. It's like you flipped a switch and he really loves seeing you like that!

° You would be holding a friend's kid, cooing at it, humming a song underneath your breath, and man oh man, Jumin feels some kind of way about all of that.

° "Y/N, how do you feel about children?" He asks.

° Clearly oblivious, and unknowing of what he meant, "I love kids, Jumin, I thought that that was abundantly clear with my attitude, why do you ask?"

° "I meant for us."

° "Oh."

° Good luck with that!

Saeyoung Choi

° Oh, no. His MC is too cute for him!

° He cannot handle the amount of cute that happens every chance you get around some children. It's obvious to him right off the bat that you've got a lot of compassion to give to the world and of course you had to be the kind of person that somehow attracts the attention of every kid in the room. It doesn't matter what you've done or what you said, kids just seem to know what you radiate. You're a trustworthy person and innocent things pick up on that immediately. Seven knew your heart and type well before you worked your way into his heart.

° Similiar to his brother, he would have this internal dialogue that makes him feel like he won’t be cut out for it. It isn’t as bad as the fears that Saeran would feel, but it’s damn near close. Would he be a decent parent? Would he do the right thing? Would he royally fuck up? Because he wants to he a better person to everyone around him, including his own possible children in the not far future.

° It's actually you that makes the world of difference in his fears by helping him work on that fear as you often help out friends who have children, and your family who have younger children.

° You would be hanging out with a child while babysitting, likely working on a puzzle or something together on the carpet. Encouraging them whenever they did something right as well as pointing out the next step low-key, and the minute that you caught Saeyoung staring that was it for him. You don't take no for answer at times like that. He's roped right into this before he can say anything and it turns out he's not as horrible as he thought he might be.

° You have a way of easing out his nerves and that makes it a lot easier for him to talk with children and humor their imagination. His childish nature actually works pretty well with most kids so that persona isn't hard to come out naturally when he's pressed.

° "Saeyoung," you scold him afterwards, knowing what he was thinking. "You shouldn't be scared of children, you're a natural at caring for them!"

° Wounded pride. "Not as well as you are, Y/N."

° "That's only because I've been working hard at it. You didn't even have to try. I know you love kids, you'll be great with our children when it comes down to it." You say.

° Reassurance and teamwork really makes the dream work.

Jihyun Kim

° Jihyun loves the way that your face lights up when you're with children. The warmth of your heart really sets him on fire, and he decidedly cherishes this side of you because it's sweet.

° Even though it's been rocky for such a long time for him, he was trying to care for Saeran and Saeyoung when he was practically a kid himself. He doesn't regret trying to help those brothers even though it turned out the way that it did. That's the one thing that has stuck with him in spite of the fears. Caring for children, your biological, or adopted, it's a rewarding thing! It's something that he believes in and won't ever be shaken from. He might be hesitant to take that step in his own life again, in the fear that he make a horrible choice that lands somebody in trouble again.

° It would take a very determined MC who helps him learn otherwise to allow him to want to be a parent again to another child but he'll prove himself.

° It's easy for you to keep up with children, and he catches you in the midst of playing a game with a friend's kid and the way that that kid is so excited about you makes him think that you could be a great parent.

° "You've been hanging back for a while, Jihyun, do you prefer watching then participating?" You would tease him for standing in the doorway, just watching from afar.

° "No, no. I just like seeing how your face lights up, Y/N." He would say, looking away. "You're great with kids."

° "Are you just saying that cause i cried at that video with the baby last night?"

° "No way."

° Probably. You'll never know for sure, now will you?

Saeran Choi

° His struggle is probably the worst out of this group.

° It’s not a bad thing, per se, it’s just that he fears children. No, it’s not that. He wouldn’t mind children if they were the others his brother had, or possibly even some of the other RFA members. It’s that he fears the idea of parenthood. He doesn’t think he’s ever going to capable of that, and that feels like a failure to him. He gets that his MC likely would want to be a parent and he loves the way your face lights up when you see kids it’s just -

° There’s a disconnect. Oh, he can envision his MC being a great parent to someone. But! He cannot see himself in that place. He struggles to see himself in charge of another life; Its hard enough for him to keep himself alive most days. It’s this lingering fear that he’s had for a long time where he might turn into his parents. He fears the sheer idea alone that he could ever be as awful as they were to him to his own children. Just the thought of raising his voice to a child makes him want to spin into a panic attack and dissociative fit.

° This would even be after a few years of really trying to get himself better, too, he can’t just shrug that fear away. It'll always be a part of him and he's tried to accept it.

° But, he knows how you are with kids. He respects that and stays out of the way most of the time when you're engrossed.

° It's when he's sitting alone with the kid and you had to leave the room to take care of something and you've left him alone with this kid, that he's put on edge. Of course this would happen. But, its not awful, it's a soft spoken child who hasn't said a lot since you left the room. He would manage a small "hi," and so would the kid. Awkward, to say they very least.

° Unfortunately he's not you so he doesn't know what to do.

° And when the kid starts to cry a little, he panics.

° What is he gonna do?

° You'd come back to the situation thinking it would be alright, and yeah, you're right. Saeran's taken it upon himself to ease whatever fit the kid was having by offering to share some of his sweets. That's one way to work your way into a kid's heart. Its moments like that that reassure some of Saeran's fears. The way that you smile at him when you see he's handled his fear, that's what makes him feel so great about himself for once in his life.

💜 Mod Kait 💜

#anon #ask #mod kait #mystic messenger #mysme #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #hyun ryu #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim

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out-of-this-dimension · 5 years

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My Thoughts On the Star Fox Questline in Starlink

I just finished the Star Fox questline last night as I mentioned previously and hooo boi, do I wanna talk about my feelings on it. Spoilers below!

Here’s what I felt the questline did right:

Good renditions of SF music -- especially the Star Wolf music. It was an interesting take to not just remix everything and I really, really thank the composer for taking the route he did. We have enough SW theme remixes to last for basically forever.

Really top quality banter with the SF team. I actually adore who wrote this dialogue because it was really friggin’ good!

Good voice acting on everyone’s parts.

Good fights, which felt like a callback to SF games with a Starlink flare. Granted, the fights weren’t super diverse or anything, but they felt “bigger” than some of the fights in the Starlink quest, which I appreciated because I feel like boss fights are what Starlink is lacking as a game.

Overall, it just felt like a good incorporation of the SF universe into another universe. While I was nervous that Fox being in the game would feel jarring and weird, it.. really isn’t that bad? It’s certainly not seamless, but it’s not as awkward as I was scared it would be.

What I did not feel the questline did right:

Literally anything with Wolf O’Donnell, bar his voice acting.

The ending? Holy crap, why did we chase Wolf across multiple galaxies to just shoot him down? Weren’t we supposed to catch him? Weren’t we supposed to bring him back to Corneria? Where did any of that go?

The henchmen felt like Walmart brand replacements for the rest of the SW team. Kind of built up but not as well as they could have been and definitely not too memorable.

It was too short for what I felt was advertised. Teasing basically all of the cutscenes except for Wolf being defeated was a poor decision on Ubisoft’s part. I understand the need to hype Wolf by showing off the cutscene with him and Cash but I was left disappointed that that was it. I understand that this was a cameo and not meant to be a huge part of the game, but it felt... too brief, if that makes any sense.

Overall, I would give the questline a solid B- ranking. It had some really great moments, especially the part where Fox is trying to navigate the lasers with the missile in tow and Peppy is freaking out. I love the Papetoon shout out as well and the music was 10/10.

But let’s move onto my biggest complaint, which I feel is grievous enough of a mistake on Ubisoft’s part to make Star Fox’s cameo in Starlink very questionable when it comes to canon. Because while a lot of people probably don’t really “care” about this in favor of how it feeds into the Wolf/Fox bro-rivalry-maybe-romance-depending-on-who-you-are, Starlink’s SF questline heftily derails Wolf O’Donnell’s character. And while you could argue “Well, this is a “new” timeline, so anything with Assault or Command is out the window!”, I’d also like to remind you that while that could be the case, the rest of the cast seems relatively unchanged from their motives, so I’m thinking this is more or less fanservice meets poor decision making on Ubisoft’s part.

My biggest complaint is this: Since when has Wolf O’Donnell ever cared about taking over or taking down Corneria in the history of the SF franchise? Because that is what this entire questline hinges upon and as someone familiar with the SF universe, that’s where the questline fell to absolute pieces. I kept waiting for something to happen where Wolf was secretly using the Legion to power up/revive Andross or something, which I still felt was a bit of a stretch given how much Wolf seemed to be in the Lylat Wars for money, not necessary for patriotism or dedication to a cause. But, no, somehow, Ubisoft settled for something worse, which was Wolf suddenly having ambitions to take over Corneria with... giant machines he couldn’t control. O....kay.

Historically, when Wolf has power, he does not really choose to do much with it. In Assault, when he’s running Sargasso with effectively an army at his back, he doesn’t seem to do much except... just exist as he’s always existed, only, with an army to guard his headquarters. His ambition does not seem to extend past his own survival and money. And lets not forget later on in Assault, he shows up to help Corneria against the Aparoids. And then again in Command, he shows up to help against the Anglars.

And the logic there makes sense-- Wolf was never really out to wreck Corneria for the sake of villainous-mustache-twirling-reasons. There’s speculation he joined Andross to get back at James McCloud and his son (because Wolf seems to want to prove that he’s better than Fox), but the major motivating factor seems to be money. With the Anglars and the Aparoids, there’s no profit to be made by joining them and being neutral seems to be the equivalent of getting killed, so Wolf opts to live and fight against them.

This evil scheme to bring primes back to Corneria just felt wacky, OOC, and bizarre for Wolf. In itself, it’s not a bad plot, just who they got to enact it was a bad choice. In all honesty, I think the plot would’ve been better if the person leading the charge had been a character we knew to have such wild ambitions. A character that has in the franchise’s history tried to take down Corneria and has failed spectacularly. Yeah, you know who I’m talking about...

The entire plot feels very Andrew to me. Go storm off to another galaxy, grab some big robots to smash Corneria to bits. It feels like something Andrew would do, especially out of desperation. But I think Ubisoft picked Wolf because of his status as a fan favorite (I mean, Wolf is pretty damn cool) and for his familiarity to the audience. It’s just a shame they gave him Andrew’s storyline and not something that is truer to the character. I would have rather preferred just chasing Wolf across the galaxy because he was trying to evade punishment for siding with Andross than what we got in Starlink.

I could see Nintendo trying to keep Starlink’s questline canon but I honestly hope they don’t, or at least choose to largely ignore it. I’m struggling to see if I could fit it into my headcanon-verse, if I’m honest. I know when interviewers asked Ubisoft if Starlink was canon to Star Fox, they said it was up to Nintendo. I guess we’ll just have to see what Nintendo does.

#starlink #star fox #fox mccloud #wolf o'donnell #peppy hare #falco lombardi #slippy toad #long post #analysis #starlink spoilers

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obsessively-obsessed-fangirl · 5 years

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How I’d rewrite the original Spider-Man trilogy.

Okay, so I have just finished rewatching all three Tobey Maguire Spider-Man films, and I have spent a lot of time over thinking about how such an promising film franchise had such a bad ending, and I think I have come up with a pretty brilliant fix-it solution to make me slightly less angry...so here goes.

First of all, the first movie (way back in good old 2002) was pretty damn amazing(...haha). It is 100% the best out of the whole franchise because it had a solid plot, decent characters, and a good villian. There are only a few changes I’d make, like getting rid of the incredibly awkward dialogue and cutting out a few pointless scenes (BECAUSE DAMN THAT MOVIE WAS LONG).

I’d also give MJ a little bit more of a backstory. Honestly, her whole abusive father storyline could have really given her a lot more depth but they decided to literally ignored it so freaking much throughout the whole franchise.

Finally, I would wholeheartedly replace James Franco with Hayden Christensen. He’d play the part of a whiny rich kid so well and it would effectively save his career before it had any chance to go to hell...so you’re welcome.

Now we move on to the second movie. It was just okay TBH. It is most def. a disappointment compared to the first movie and really showcases the beginning of the end for the franchise because of its weak characters and plot. Here’s how Imma gonna fix it:

I’d start out with Harry still royally being pissed at Spider-Man and blaming him for his father’s death. I’d also still have MJ and Harry dating. This would effectively cause a rift between the group because Harry would still be upset at Peter because he “knows” Spider-Man and also Harry would be angry at Peter because deep down he knows that MJ is in love with Peter and not him. Harry still takes over at his father’s company and works with the future Doc Ock. BAD STUFF HAPPENS and Doc Ock is born and Harry begins his fall from grace. With nothing left other than MJ, Harry becomes obsessed with finding out who Spidey is and dedicates all his time to the search.

On the other side, we have Peter who is still struggling to maintain his two different selves and essentially still disappoints everyone around him. He still gives up being Spidey for a time being and in my version, this is where they bring in Gwen Stacy. Gwen tutors Peter because he has fallen behind in class and needs help. Since MJ is with Harry, and Pete is trying to “be normal” he starts dating Gwen, even though he is still in love with MJ (keep in mind I’m going off of MJ being the main love interest...not the comic books). MJ gets super pissed because she doesn’t understand why Peter can be with Gwen and not her, which further creates a rift between Peter, MJ, and Harry.

At some point during this, Peter has been watching Doc Ock being an ass and running rampant around town...he talks to his Aunt May and decides that he can’t give up being Spider-Man forever, so he goes and has an epic battle with Doc Ock...and thinks that everything will be peachy keen.

Harry, desperate to save his relationship with MJ decides to propose. This does not go well for him, and MJ says no. There is no creepy dad ghost guiding Harry into finding The Green Goblin in my version and instead he finds it all out after he proposes to MJ and she rejects him. He throws the ring box at a mirror and shatters it, and that is how he finds his father’s Green Goblin stuff. (OH NO)

At this point, Harry has kind of been smart in his obsession with Spider-Man and has looked at the signs that Peter has been carelessly leaving, and begins to suspect that Peter is THE SPIDER-MAN (DUN DUN DUUUUUN). In a fit of rage, he decides to draw Spider-Man out by becoming The Green Goblin and kidnapping both MJ and Gwen.

Somewhat similar to the choice Peter had to make in the first movie, The (Harry) Green Goblin gives him the choice between either saving MJ or saving Gwen. Peter tries to save both girls, but ultimately Gwen Stacy dies. MJ still finds out that Peter is Spider-Man and understands why they can’t be together. Neither Peter or MJ knows that Harry is now the Green Goblin, so MJ goes back to Harry and accepts his proposal. Peter, fueled with grief by letting Gwen die (and also not being in love with her) gives in to revenge and dedicates himself to finding the new Green Goblin, thus setting up the third movie.

Now let’s get into the big failure of the franchise...Spider-Man 3. The biggest disappointment of my life. In my version of this film, first of all, there is no sandman. There is just too much going on, and we do not need him.

Peter is still obsessed with getting revenge for Gwen’s murder and is fueled by rage. This leads him to make questionable choices and leads him down a dark path. Similarly, Harry is still obsessed with getting revenge for his father’s murder and is pulling even farther away from MJ. MJ is getting scared because she is seeing similarities between Harry and her abusive father and she doesn’t know what to do. She still loves Peter, but she can’t get through to him so she continues to plan her wedding to Harry, but considers calling it off.

As we know, Harry is now in charge of Oscorp, and that is where Venom comes in. In my version of events, he “retires” from being the Green Goblin and pays BIG MONNNNNEY to get a sample of the mysterious Venom “goo” and develop a formula that he hopes will take Spidey DOWN.

Eddie Brock is still there and is an asshole. He still tries to take Peter’s job by framing Spider-Man for doing something bad and Pete catches him. He also hates Spider-Man because Eddie dated Gwen at some point and was in love with her and believes Spidey to be the reason Gwen is dead.

As we know, the Venom suit needs anger and Harry, being a sneeeeaky sneak finds this out and convinces Eddie to take the Venom suit he has made, and masquerade as the “NEW BLACK SUIT SPIDEY” and does a whole bunch of bad things to bring Spider-Man down.

Peter talks to Aunt May about all his lady troubles and revenge seeking, and gets pretty much the same lecture he got in the actual movie about not letting hate define him.

Eddie, fueled by Venom and his hatred for Spider-Man, double crosses Harry and decides to stike out on his own to kill Peter Parker.

By this point, MJ has had enough of all the sneaking around and all the harsh anger and such, so she calls off the wedding from Harry, which leads Harry into a rage-fueled Green Goblin moment. MJ runs away scared and calls Peter to tell him that Harry is the Green Goblin, and during the phone call Venom kidnaps her (cuz duhhhhh).

Events now play out similarly to how they did in the actual Spider-Man 3. Peter goes to Harry and begs him for his help. Harry refuses and then finds out that Peter isn’t the reason his dad is dead.

MJ is trapped in a car or whatever, and Spider-Man goes to save her. Stuff happens and he begins his final BOSS BATTLE with Venom. The Green Goblin comes to help and still gets stabbed. Harry apologizes to MJ as he lay dying. She forgives him. Spider-Man figures out how to defeat Venom and Eddie dies. Peter goes to Harry and Harry tells him that he is sorry, and Peter forgives him. Harry dies.

The funeral happens and Peter has another convo with Aunt May. He realizes that he can’t stop living his life just because he is Spider-Man. He finally embraces both sides of himself. He finds MJ right as she is about to leave for something. He swoops down and picks her up and like takes her someplace SUPES romantic. He admits that he loves her and that he is sorry for being an ASSHAT she accepts the apology. They do the upside down kiss again from the first movie and they live happily ever after.

THE END.

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Hello, gorgeous! I'd love to see what you do in the setting ASSIGNMENT, with the factors 1. AUROR PARTNERS, 2. SHARING SLEEPING SPACE and 3. FIRST TIME (talking their past history through and making amends). I leave it to your choice if it ends in something NSFW *wiggles eyebrows*. I hope you have fun with this one!

Ahhh thank you so much for this prompt aha. It was challenging in some ways because I find it really difficult to write angst, I don’t know why but I never know what to put ahahaha. But I loved writing these two opening up to each other. I got a bit carried away and wrote a crap load aha. I hope you don’t mind. I was going to make it NSFW but in the end I didn’t think it fit so I took ti out aha. I’m so sorry it took so long, uni has been kicking my arse lol. I am also sorry if the dialogue is somewhat lacking, I really have a problem writing it and it frustrates me ahahaha.

I hope you enjoy! Xxx

“Spit it out Potter” Malfoy sighed and Harry blinked and looked away in embarrassment. He should have known that Malfoy would see, Malfoy notices everything. But he couldn’t help himself, it was hard, trying to ignore the thick black lines across Malfoy’s skin. He had tried, the months they had been partnered together, he really had. But it was easier to ignore it in an office with mountains of paperwork between them. Here, in a muggle bed and breakfast on a stake out sitting besides one another was a whole other matter.

This was not their first assignment together, but it was the first overnight one. Glasgow was a known hotspot for smugglers and the ministry had deemed them good for the job, so, here they were watching for their targets behind charmed windows, waiting. They were ordered not to do anything. Just chart the comings and goings from the building across the street.

It wasn’t a hard task, in fact it was mind numbingly dull, that’s probably why Harry’s eyes had wandered over to his partner and subsequently the dark mark which stood out on Malfoy’s pale skin.

“What was it like?” He knew his voice was close to a whisper but he couldn't bring himself to talk about it normally. This wasn't a normal conversation.

“What was what like?” Malfoy mumbled, looking away from him towards the building opposite. The moonlight bathed his features, adding shadows to his haunted expression.

They were sat in two uncomfortable wooden chairs, that were found by the dressing table on the other side of the room, supplies laid out on the window sill before them, looking into the street below. Malfoy picked at the parchment in front of him, waiting for Harry’s response.

Harry looked everywhere before answering, at the only bed in the room- something that had lead to an awkward conversation about sleeping in shifts- to the door that lead to the ensuite painted a horrid orange colour that did not match the decor of the room at all, then finally landing back on his partner.

“Getting it?” he knew he didn't need to specify what 'it’ was.

Malfoy sighed heavily but he did not look at him and Harry wasn’t sure whether that made it easier or not.

“Painful Potter, this isn't a badge of honour you know, at least, it wasn't for me. It's a brand, a mark of ownership. It's there to remind you not to fail and who you belong to” Malfoy took a deep breath before continuing. “I thought it was an accomplishment at first, but it wasn’t, I heard him tell me father that I belonged to him now, that the only Malfoy heir was now his”

Harry felt disgust rise in his throat, not at Malfoy, but at his father and his involvement with Voldemort, at everything he put his family through. He knew Malfoy wasn’t innocent, knew that he wasn’t just the product of his father’s failings but that didn’t mean he deserved to be treated like a piece of meat. Like a bargaining chip.

“And then I failed him” Malfoy’s voice was quiet, like he was scared to carry on.

“Malfoy-you don’t, I’m sorry I asked. I shouldn’t have brought it up” Harry rushed, not wanting Malfoy to re-live whatever happened that night. He knew Voldemort, knew what happened to those who had failed him.

“Don’t you think it’s time though?” Malfoy turned towards him, watching Harry with eyes almost black. “We’re partners now Potter, responsible for the other’s life. Don’t you think it’s time we spoke about these things?”

“Yes but-”

“But what Potter?” Malfoy’s voice was quiet “If I were anyone else-”

“NO!” Harry snapped, surprising even himself with the force behind his words “It’s got nothing to do with that”

“Then what?” Malfoy asked, exasperated.

Harry swallowed, he knew Malfoy was right, that it was irresponsible of them to keep skittering around the past. But a part of Harry knew that once this door was open, he wouldn’t be able to stop. The past would come pouring out of him until he was left open and vulnerable and he didn’t know if he was fully prepared for it.

Especially not on an assignment.

But part of him wanted to talk about it, was relieved that someone other than Ron or Hermione wanted to talk about it. It didn’t matter that Malfoy had been on the other side, he knew what happened, had experienced the war like he had.

If Harry was honest with himself, he had been waiting for this conversation. Not only for the reasons Malfoy pointed out, but for the fact that he and Malfoy should be friends, should they not? If they are working together? Plus they knew the same people, hung around in similar social circles most of the time. Wouldn’t it just make it easier if they got everything out in the open and tried to sort through it.

There was something else, something deeper that Harry had tried to overlook ever since he and Malfoy had been partnered together. He wanted to like Malfoy, he wanted to spend time out of work with him, get to know him, become close friends. He had seen glimpses of it, their senses of humour complementing each other more times than not, their personalities matching too. They wouldn’t have made it this far into working together if they didn’t...would they?

Harry wasn’t stupid however, he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded, knew that they both needed to hear some hard truths from the other, knew that they had to come to an understanding, something that everyone that knew them would say was an impossibility.

Harry didn’t end the conversation like he knew he should. Instead, he leaned back on his chair and faced Malfoy. “Alright”

“Alright?”

“Alright as in yes, we should talk about it”

Malfoy looked out of sorts for a moment before nodding. They both turned back towards the street, they still had a job to do and it was a good thing both of them were good a multitasking.

“Where should we start?”

Harry took a deep breath. He didn't know and that was the problem. The problem with the two of them, the history they shared was too complex and long to discuss in one night. It was ridiculous really, for all the stuff they had to talk about, it could take weeks and that’s without the arguments that would probably happen.

“I-I don't know” Harry sighed.

Malfoy pursed his lips for a second before he asked “What about the war?”

“Straight in there I see” Harry snorted “Though I guess we should get the worst over with” he conceded.

“Ask me then Potter-wait” Malfoy squinted “You see him?”

Harry looked down and nodded, his quick notes quill moving in front of him describing the man’s characteristics.

“What was it like, having him there?” He knew he didn't need to specify. He saw Malfoy tense. This wasn't going to be an easy conversation. He kept his eyes trained on the man entering the building, then at the door as it swung shut.

“What do you think it was like?” his tone wasn’t harsh like Harry had expected, it was quiet. “It was hell” he let out, Harry still didn’t look at him and was sure Malfoy was grateful for that. “It was no longer my families home, it was his. He took it, it wasn’t offered to him and my mother and father couldn’t do anything about it. I knew my father thought that it would help keep him in Voldemort’s esteem. I didn’t, in fact it gave him more to ridicule my father about, as well as using us to keep him in line. But that’s the price you pay I guess, to have power. Not that my father had a lot of that by that time”

Harry nodded, knowing Malfoy would notice it. He carried on “I tried to stay away from it as much as possible, when I realised that...that I was wrong- that he was wrong. Severus-” He broke off and Harry had to bite his lip at the wave of emotion that passed through him. It still wasn’t easy to hear the names of those that had died and if hearing the name of his old potions professor hurt him, then he knew it must be excruciating for Malfoy.

“Severus warded my rooms as well as he could, as well as my Mother’s” At Harry’s raised eyebrow Malfoy scoffed “It’s common for pureblood couples to have separate wings in their house, of course they have a shared bedroom but they have others as well. Anyway, Severus did all he could but he couldn’t stay at the manor all the time” Malfoy stopped “Those were the worst times” His voice sounded as if he was far away.

Harry looked down at his parchment “I always thought-before this- that his followers would be respectful towards each other in his presence” Harry said quietly.

Malfoy snorted “His presence made it worse. All they did was clambour over each other for his attention and his praise, like children. He’d encourage it sometimes, the in fighting. It was something to keep him occupied when torturing others got bored”.

“Oh” Harry said simply. He had no idea and he couldn’t stop the question as it flew from his lips “Did they hurt you?”

Malfoy let out a sharp laugh “Why Potter? Is your hero complex kicking in?” He drawled, but Harry could see the anger under the surface.

“No!” Harry snapped “I just- it’s in the past now so there’s nothing I can do, I just wanted to ask”

Malfoy was quiet for a moment and Harry was scared he had ruined it already, they hadn’t even been talking for ten minutes! But he had to ask, he had to know. He needed to know.

“Yes” He said and Harry froze, breath stuck in his throat as his fears were answered before he could answer Malfoy was carrying on. He spoke quickly, obviously wanted to get this bit over and done with. “They came in groups sometimes, mainly Greyback and others. They-they obviously thought it would be entertaining to torture the ‘little lord of the manor’ as they put it” Malfoy had a scowl on his face now, but something gleamed in his eyes, something vengeful “It was just spells at first, just little hexes and charms, but it changed. For all that they spoke about wizards being the greater people, they were very quick to resort to physical violence”

Harry’s vision swam with images that he did not want to see. His mind was everywhere, picturing thousands of ways Malfoy could have been hurt. He didn’t want to see them and as much as he had said it was in the past, he wanted to go back in time and find each of those wizards, he wanted-

“Potter!” Malfoy’s voice was sharp and Harry snapped back into himself. He looked around it surprise and saw that Malfoy’s legs were covered in ink. Harry’s quill had exploded. He felt it on his face.

“Shit sorry” He rushed, pushing his parchment out of the way of a rather large puddle of ink running across the window sill. He avoided looking at Malfoy. He could feel his face heating. “I’ll go and get-”

He didn’t finish, just got up and went to the horrid orange door.

He was such an idiot! Why did his magic have to play up now?

He grabbed a bright blue flannel that sat upon the two towels in the bathroom and ran it under cold water. He squeezed it. He found that actually cleaning up stuff did a far better job than magically cleaning it.

As he squeezed the cloth, he looked at himself. There were black spots all over his face and a few on his jumper. He cursed and ran the cloth quickly over his face, before rinsing it and heading back into the room.

Malfoy was looking down at his ink stained robes and Harry hoped that they weren’t too expensive, though, knowing Malfoy they probably were.

However, when Harry came closer to try and clean the mess, he caught a small smile on Malfoy’s face before it vanished.

“I thought you had control over your magic?” He asked, no trace of anger in his voice. Harry felt the ball of panic ease from his chest. Malfoy wasn’t mad, he knew it was an accident. Though it didn’t make it less embarrassing that he had lost control over the thought of Malfoy getting hurt. That hadn’t happened before. In fact, he could remember dozens of times in Hogwarts he had wished Malfoy harm.

But… there was a difference between school boy harm and coming to harm from adults. Harry could only imagine the things that Malfoy had to suffer at the hands of death eaters in his home.

“I’m sorry” He said again, not sure whether he was apologising for the ink or for what Malfoy had had to go through. When Malfoy didn’t respond, Harry wiped down the window sill. “I do have control over my magic, sometimes it acts up” He shrugged.

“Sometimes it acts up?” Malfoy asked incredulously. “Magic doesn’t just act up Potter”

“Well it does for me” Harry sighed. There was no point in getting defensive, he knew it was true. He knew there were issues with his magic that others didn’t have. “Do you want me to?” He asked, gesturing at Malfoy’s robes.

“No, it’s okay” Malfoy said, waving his wand and they both watched as the black stains vanished from the blue fabric. Harry was immensely glad that they didn't have to wear their auror robes for stake outs. “I think that we should do this differently” Malfoy suggested.

Harry breathed out and sunk into his chair, vanishing the ink stained cloth as he did “Differently how?”

“Take turns” Malfoy responded, looking down into the street “I tell something, you tell something, it would make it easier I think” He reached into his satchel on the floor and pulled out another quill and handed it to Harry.

Harry pondered this for a moment. It would make it easier, a bit less stressful. It also gave a way to move on from situations easier.

“Okay”

“Your turn then” Malfoy said, his voice too high from it’s normal pitch.

“I died” Harry felt himself blurt, and he clenched his fists as he realised what he had just said. But this is what they were doing right? This sharing thing. He heard Malfoy take a sharp breath. It wasn’t common knowledge that he did actually die. The ministry didn’t want the idea of an immortal wizard being spread round, not that he was. So they had lied, had said that Harry had only pretended to die, that Voldemort’s spell hadn’t hit him properly due to his weakened state and that his followers only saw what they hoped they saw. “That night, in the forest”.

“I...” Malfoy seemed to hesitate “My mother told me...about it...she said that you died, that the Dark Lord didn’t miss-cast” Malfoy’s voice was quiet and neither of them spoke as another wizard entered the building they were watching, just scrawled down the time and the appearance of the man.

Harry spoke once he put down his quill. “I can’t go near forests now” He said quietly, he didn’t know why he was telling Malfoy this,this wasn’t something that telling him would help. “They remind me of it”. He hasn't told anyone that, not Ron and Hermione, or Luna.

“I’m sorry” Malfoy looked at him then, an expression that Harry couldn’t read.

“You didn’t kill me” Harry responded.

They were silent and Harry knew Malfoy was trying to think of something to say. Harry leaned back in his chair, there was a weird feeling in his chest that had him shifting. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact he found he liked it, like something was lifting from his shoulders. He wondered whether Malfoy had the same feeling.

“What did it feel like?” Malfoy almost whispered, looking down at his parchment.

Harry didn’t even flinch at the question, he learned not to when most of the Weasley’s kept asking him.

“I can’t remember” He said truthfully. “I remember afterwards, thinking that I’ll never forget the feeling, that the feeling of the spell hitting me would stay with me, but those thoughts are the only things I remember.”

“I suppose that a good thing” Malfy said after a pause. “It means it’s not something that you will constantly be reminded of, at least, if you can’t remember the feeling, then it’s easier to ignore?”

“I suppose” Harry answered surprised at how true the statement was.

“I knew it was you, in the manor” Malfoy murmured, rolling his quill through his fingers “I knew it was you before I saw Weasley and Granger”

“I...I know” Harry admitted. “It was part of the reason I testified at your trial” They were getting into difficult topics now, not that the ones before weren’t, but these, these were directly about the two of them.

“Of course you did” Malfoy muttered and he too leant back in his chair. “Why did you do it? Save me?” The last two words were accompanied by an eye roll that Gin would be proud of.

“I didn’t do it for me” Harry snapped “I did it because I didn’t think you deserved Azkaban, not like-”

“My father” At Harry’s look Malfoy rushed “I don’t blame you to be honest Potter, he did deserve it” The did hung in the air like a bad smell. Lucius died two years ago, a heart attack the Prophet had said.

“I’m sorry”

“I’m not” Malfoy said, grey eyes staring into Harry’s “I never did thank you for your owl” Harry felt his face heat at that.

“You didn’t have to” He had sent Malfoy an owl the night he had found out, the letter had held a simple apology, and tied to the owls leg, Harry had included a bottle of his finest firewhiskey, a ticket to one of London’s Wreck Rooms and a small note to enjoy himself. Harry had at first, thought it had been a bad idea, but then he remembered Parkinson’s story of how Malfoy used to smash things in the common room when upset. A thing they had in common it seemed, though Harry had favored Dumbledore's office. It wasn’t healthy and Harry had grown out of it, hoping Malfoy had too.

They continued to stare at each other before the sound of a car beeping its horn blared through the window. They both looked down and Harry snorted at the sight of one of the wizards coming out of the building flicking the driver off.

Malfoy jotted it down and Harry watched his long slim fingers as he did so.

“Malfoy-”

“Draco” Malfoy cut in, still writing, “I think it’s time we ditched the last names do you...Harry?”

Harry shivered at the sound of his name falling from Malfoy’s lips, the first time without scorn or sarcasm. It sounded...hopeful and suddenly, Harry’s want for him and Malfoy to become friends was beginning to look like a reality.

“Okay...Draco”. A smile broke out on Mal-Draco’s face, before he looked down at his parchment again.

Soon, they were both firing out words that related to the war at each other. Draco focusing on what Harry had been doing while hunting horcruxes, and Harry’s on what Draco had been doing before the war, his home life with Voldemort, his friends, his family. It was definitely uncomfortable, but refreshing, seeing the other talk about the war that wasn’t his friends. Seeing from, not exactly the other side, but a view he wasn’t there for.

Harry learnt about Draco’s routine while at home with Voldemort, learnt that he liked to sketch while in his rooms, looking out at the manor grounds. He learnt that Draco hated peacocks but loved crups and had buried his father’s in the grounds after they had been used for target practice by his aunt.

Draco also learnt about Harry, not the chosen one. He learnt how scared Harry had been when he had found the fake horcrux with Dumbledore, that he had been there when Draco had disarmed him and when Snape had killed him. He told Draco about the connection he had shared with Voldemort, something he had been banned from telling anyone else by the ministry, which Draco also learnt about, something that he was not happy about, but understood why.

They spoke about the train ride in 6th year, the room of requirement during the battle. The fear they had both felt as the heat from the flames licked their skin. Harry found out that Draco and his friends had gone to Crabbes funeral, to find that they were the only ones there. Had seen the emotion behind those grey eyes as he recounted the moments when his body was lowered into the ground.

Harry’s head hurt, not because of the things he was learning, though they certainly didn’t help, but because of the constant shifts his mind was going through. Things he thought were fact shifted into fiction and black holes started to be filled as Draco kept talking.

Once neither could think of anything more to say, they both sat there, staring at each other, not bothering to look down at the building anyone as everyone they had seen enter had left hours ago.

Harry couldn’t help himself as he asked “Do you maybe-um want to go for a drink after this?” Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry instantly felt panic. “I mean, if it’s okay”

“Right after?” Draco asked, a small smile on his lips that had Harry relaxing immediately.

“Maybe not right after”

“Tomorrow night?” Draco asked and Harry felt excitement run through him and he couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on his own face.

“Sure”

Harry left out a sigh of relief as they left Robard’s office. It had been an easy sign off. The reports were neatly written up, thanks to Draco, who had done them apparently during his shift when Harry was sleeping, which lead to the meeting being no time at all as Robards had read through the writing and added sections of it to his own files. The Glasgow case was moved now to the unspeakables as they had the permit to search the premises without a warrant.

“Well then” Draco said, his grey eyes intense as they never left Harry’s “I’ll see you later tonight?”

“Yeah, should I meet you there or?” Harry felt like an idiot, but honestly he had never been out drinking with anyone quite like Draco Malfoy. What did they do now? Did they swap phone numbers? Did Draco even have a phone? It shouldn’t be this hard should it?

“Or what?” Draco asked.

“Forget I said that” Harry rushed “I-”

“I’ll meet you there at eight” Draco cut in, his eyes never leaving Harry’s.

It was the first time in his life that Harry felt grateful for Draco’s straight forwardness.

“Okay”

They smiled at each other before saying goodbye and heading off towards in different directions. Harry couldn’t believe it, he was going for a drink with Draco Malfoy and if anyone was to say that they saw Harry Potter madly rushing towards the floo’s with a grin on his face, they were surely seeing things.

The pub was blessedly nearly empty when Harry pushed the door open at exactly eight o’clock that night, hands cold from standing out in the alley opposite for the last thirty minutes from being there too early. He should have used the floo but he knew that he would have gone sparse waiting in his flat for the right time to leave. It was better for him that he left an hour early, not for his hands but for his nerves, it gave him time to think. Plus, he couldn’t just walk in an hour early, not like Draco would be there to see it but it seemed ridiculous to be there an hour early, just sitting there on his own so he had taken a walk around Hogsmeade to clear his head.

He shook his hands to alleviate the stinging from the heat of the pub and on reflection thought it would have been a good idea to bring gloves. Did he even own gloves? Hoary couldn't remember the last time he had worn any, let alone owned any. He’ll have to go buy some, it wouldn’t go down well at the Burrow if he was to turn up, hands nearly purple from cold. On that thought he should probably buy a scarf and a hat as well.

By the time he had reached the bar, he had compiled a list of necessities he should ‘probably’ buy and promptly shoved the list to the back of his mind to be forgotten as he ordered his drink. Should he buy Draco one so that he had one when he came in? Or would that be presumptuous? What if Draco didn’t like what he ordered? Then what. So instead he took his Doom Bar and made his way to one of the back empty tables near the fire. A perfect spot for watching the door while acting like he wasn’t watching the door.

He checked his watch and saw that it was only two minutes past eight and told himself that he shouldn’t worry that Draco wasn’t here. He really didn’t know what to expect from tonight's outing. What if they just sat there in silence? What if Draco thought Harry wanted to get him drunk to sleep with him? Harry coughed as that though went through his mind. What if Draco thought that!

It wasn’t that Harry didn’t hate the idea of sleeping with Draco, in fact he found he quite liked it but it wasn’t his intention tonight. In fact it wasn’t his intention ever as he knew how disastrous that could end, especially with them being auror partners. He cured his mind for supplying him with that train of thought. Had he started twitching? Why had he started twitching?

“Hello Harry”

Harry snapped his head up to find Draco standing there, a beer on the table and taking his coat off. How had he missed him come in?

“Hi”

“Tell me you didn’t come out without a scarf or gloves” Draco scolded as he slid into his seat, looking at the back of Harry’s chair where Harry’s own coat was folded over it.

“Umm”

Draco rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer “Sorry I’m a bit late, there was an issue with my floo, you haven’t been here long have you?”

“That’s okay and no not really”

“Good, did you want to eat?”

“Maybe later, unless you want to eat now?”

“No i’m fine waiting, I had a large lunch”

“Okay”

“Did you hear about Scott?” Draco asked before taking another sip from his drink “He’s been sacked”

“What?” Harry asked. Callum Scott was what many would call the office ‘dick’ and honestly Harry was happy the bastard was gone “What happened?”

“Got caught taking potions from the evidence locker” Harry didn’t blame the look of glee on Draco’s face at that. Scott has always been one to preach about how it was disgusting how death eaters were allowed to work in the aurors.

“Oh Merlin that is priceless, who caught him?”

Draco’s smile turned into a full on smirk “Shacklebolt”

“No fucking way!”

Draco started to laugh, “He was down there with Robards and Crooker looking through the evidence list when he caught Scott using an undetectable charm”

Harry let out a bark of laughter at that. Of all the people to catch you stealing evidence, Kingsley was the last person you wanted it to be. “How do I not know about this?”

“Blaise told me just before I left, apparently the whole night shift turned up to watch him be arrested”

“I don’t blame them” Harry chortoled as he took a drink of his own glass. He held it up once he finished “To finally getting rid of that prick”

“Here here” Draco smiled, clicking his own to Harry’s and both took a deep drink. Hey shared a smile once they were done.

“Imagine being caught by Shacklebolt...Merlin”

“I know, why he didn’t just act like he was there for an assignment or something I don’t know”

“Right! Of course the Minister for Magic is going to be able to see past a charm like that. Do you know what he was going to do with the potions?” Harry asked.

“Sell them I think Blaise said” Draco answered, shrugging “They’ll get who the buying was out of him in no time though”

“Yeah, they probably will”

Harry finished off his drink and leant back in his chair. He motioned towards Draco’s near empty glass “Want another one?”

“Do you want to order food as well? I don’t really want to drink on an empty stomach”

“Sure, I’ll grab a menu” Harry leaned over to the empty table next to them and swiped the food menu, handing it to Draco.

“Thank you”

They both picked what they wanted and Harry headed up to the bar, ordered and made his way back with their drinks. When he placed the drinks back on the table, there was a slight scowl on Draco’s face.

“Everything okay?” Harry asked sitting down.

“Thank you, yes I just…” Draco stared at his drink before continuing “About this” Draco waved his hand between the two of them “I don’t want it all to be just about the past-I want-I want to be actual friends”

“I do too” Harry responded and he meant it. It was nice, to have someone else to talk to about what had happened but that wasn’t all he wanted this to be. He wanted that dream of him and Draco being friends to come true.

“Oh-okay then”

“Okay”

They stared at each other before Draco left out a huff of laughter “Well that was easy, a lot easier than I thought it was going to be”

“Why?”

“Honestly, because it’s us two and it seems that nothing we ever do turns out to be easy”

“That’s true” Harry nodded smiling “I’m glad though”

“Me too” Draco seemed to relax and sat back in his chair, his fingers circling his glass. “I never thought we’d see the day that we were actually friends”

“Yeah, it is a bit strange but I don’t mind”

The smile on Draco’s face was breathtaking and Harry had to take a drink to distract himself from his partner. Maybe that dream was impossible after all.

I really do have a problem with ending things aha I need to work on it, but I hope you enjoyed and I’m so sorry it took so long and or any typos or grammar mistakes xxx

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Rules for everyone not able to see the actual side, click on the tiny thingies, etc - and for me, if the browser crashes while I edit them to fit the thing

Basics

Don't be a scumbag.

What does that mean? No random witch hunts out of personal vendettas, no starting wars about ships of any kind, no hating on Ocs (duh) or the insulting/hating on the portrayal of other people – simply put, I don't wanna be pulled into a war, especially yours. Your character can be the biggest piece of shit on the world, I really don't mind, go ahead but I really have little to no time to deal with people who make fun of others just to feel better with themselves.

Drama-Llamas:

If you want to pick a fight, you won’t have any success here.

Godmodding:

No, thank you. However I'm perfectly fine if you decide to write what would happen if the plan of your character succeeded to lengthen your posts. I do that too after all.

As it stands – do not control my character. Unless agreed upon or for scenery changes aka moving from one place to another. For the sake of timeskips, scene skips, etc this is fine.

Relationships:

Don’t just assume a certain relationship to my character. You can always ask me and I’m totally fine if your character knows mine, especially if you're Black – or Overwatch, just don't expect them to be official lovers, friends or family. Everything else? Is fine. I won't forbid you to have a purely visuals based crush on Feral, for example. He has one on a certain Blackwatch member too, so there's that.

Please don't be intimidated by me. I'm as scared of you, as you are of me – probably more even.

On writing

Selectivity:

I'd love to write with everyone but my anxious mind and horrible self-perception causes me to turtle and avoid reaching out. Even more so if a try for interaction ends in being ignored. So, if you want to write with me – are interested in Feral, by all means, come at me, send a meme, as random as it may be as long as it isn't romance or smut related I'll figure something out – and likely return to bother you later on. Still, all things combined I can be counted as semi-selective.

Universes/Alternative Universes/Crossovers

Given Feral is already – in one way or another – an AU version of my main RP character I'll limit interactions to the Overwatch universe and/or my AU verses listed under verses. If your character still works in these scenarios – as in for Overwatch a somewhat dystopian futuristic setting that I always feel hesitant to call Cyberpunk, you're more than welcome! Just please don't be upset if Feral might call your Robot character an Omnic.